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- Have they caught him yet, sir?
- Hello, Devery.

No, they haven't caught him.

It will break your heart when
someone else covers Don Starling.

What makes you think
I'm so interested in Don Starling?

They can't bring out editions
fast enough for you.

The last three days must've
cost you a fortune.

When you put a man inside,
you're interested in when he gets himself out.

- Of course. I didn't mean to be...
- All right, all right.

- You on or off duty?
- I'm just going off.

- Come on, I'll buy you a drink.
- It's very nice of you, but I'm afraid...

Teach her to wait. That's one thing
a policeman's girl must always learn.

It's nobody special, sir. I haven't found
a girl who'll put up with my hours.

When you do,
make sure she stays that way.

Sometimes when they get married
they start making timetables, you know.

- The Lacy Arms all right?
- Yeah, the Lacy Arms is fine.

He's been seen all over, of course.

- Nearest to us is Bradford.
- That one I'll believe.

The county police have put out
a general warning

for all women to stay off the moors,
unless escorted.

You won't find Don Starling
on the moors.

- You think he'll come to Manchester?
- There's $5,000 worth of jewellery in this town.

- He might come back for that.
- Or to take a pot shot at you.

That's crime book stuff.

A man doesn't break out of jail
to kill a cop, he breaks out to get away.

- That's not what he swore at his trial.
- Yeah, we all swear violence at times.

How often have you said to yourself,
"I'd like to kill that man"?

And don't tell me who it is.

- Evening, Mr Martineau.
- Hello, Doug.

- What'll you have?
- A beer, please.

- A beer.
- And a scotch.

And a scotch for you.

Let this be my pleasure.

- Let it be your pleasure that we're off duty.
- It wasn't a bribe, you know.

Well, look who's here.
My gorgeous detective.

Hello, Lucky. Like a drink?

I'd like you, darling,
but you always bring a bodyguard.

Cut it out, Lucky. I know you're kidding,
but other people don't.

Kidding? I'm not kidding, darling.

I've been mad about you for years.

- Do you know Detective Devery?
- Yes, but not intimately.

Hello.

Well, what nice juicy crimes
have we got tonight?

Oh, very dull, except for Don Starling.

Starling?
You mean he's in Manchester?

He could be, I don't know.
You might know more than I do.

Me? Why me?

You were very thick with him
at one time, weren't you?

That was years ago,
before I was married.

Oh, I quite liked Don.

He used to say he'd reform for me.

That night he went and did a break-in.

- Dropped him like a hot cinder.
- Did he write to you from jail?

Listen, darling, when I've finished with someone,
they're finished.

- He slugged a warder getting out.
- So I read.

The man's on the danger list.
If he dies, that's murder.

Anyone helping Starling then
would be an accessory.

Serves them right.

Just thought I'd point it out, Lucky,
just in case he contacted you.

Why me?

- Well, a man on the run needs friends.
- Well, he knows better than to contact me.

But you, you could contact me any time.

Let's have another drink on that,
shall we?

- Look, sir, if you don't mind...
- Yeah, yeah, all right.

- On your way.
- Have a good night. Thanks for the drink.

- Yeah, give her my love.
- I will.

- A policeman on a date.
- It's nice to know some of you are human.

Some of us are even married.
Take care of yourself, Lucky.

I could even take care of you
if you'd let me.

Is Laurie Lovett there?

- Everything all right, Inspector?
- Depends on your conscience, doesn't it?

Laurie? Tomorrow,
better pick me up at 8.30.

- We'll get there before all the traffic.
- 8:30?! You'll be there before the horses.

OK, OK, 8.30.

Doug Savage wants to leave at dawn.
You'd better fill up the taxis tonight.

- Yeah, right.
- You made me botch that stroke.

Oh, why don't you learn
to be a good loser?

- Talking when a man's concentrating.
- Quiet. Watch this.

- Good shot.
- Clean as a whistle.

Ten, ten.

You might brush this table
once in a while, Bert.

What do you want for two bob,
leopard skin?

- I suppose there's no soap.
- Yes, there's soap.

Bet it's a free sample.

- Know what I saw today, Bert?
- What?

A little hand vacuum cleaner.

Good for cleaning out my taxi.

If I buy one, Bert,

you could lend it for the tables,
two bob an hour.

That way I get a free table
and a clean one.

How about it?
Want to make a deal?

No noise.
Keep washing.

- Don?
- Tell them to go on.

You'll catch them up.

OK, Don. You don't have to gun me.

I hope not. Tell them!

OK.

Hey, you two go on.

I'll meet you at the Lacy Arms.
I've still got things to do.

It's all that beer
you pour down your gullet.

See you.

Don't look at me.

- Tell Bert to go down and lock up.
- OK, Don.

Bert, go down and bolt the door.

- No good bolting it till you've gone.
- Bolt it!

- Do as I tell you.
- All right, Laurie, all right!

Get that blind down.

- It's good to see you, Don.
- Yeah. I need money, Laurie.

How about a fiver?

I need two or three hundred.

Two or three hundred?

- Hello, Bert.
- Don.

- I never saw you coming.
- Neither did anyone else.

And what's more,
I haven't been here.

- Do you understand, Bert?
- Yes, of course, Don.

Now, you're going to have
a nice quiet sit-down in your office.

Just for a bit.
You can listen to music.

I'll take this out
so you won't be disturbed.

Have a heart, Don.
Where am I going to get 200?

- Gus Hawkins.
- Gus Hawkins?

Are you kidding?
- I'm not kidding.

Have you ever heard
of a bookmaker lending money?

Who said "lend"?
We're going to take it.

Does he still send the clerk to the bank
with his race money every morning?

- I suppose so.
- Make sure.

They used to cut through Higgitts Passage.

Check that as well. We'll need three cars,
including one of your cabs.

Why three?

I want a car parked downstairs in
Higgitts Passage for me to wait in.

The second car
follows the clerk,

seals off the passage.

I'll make the grab.
We'll drive on to the moors,

ditch the car in the quarry,
and your cab picks us up from there.

OK.

When?
Tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow?!
How can I organise it that fast?

Besides, tomorrow's Doncaster Races.
- That's why tomorrow,

so we can get good and lost
in race traffic.

Leave me cigarettes and a light.

- I'm supposed to drive Doug Savage.
- Cancel it.

- What am I going...?
- Don't give me arguments, Laurie!

I need a new passport and enough
dough to get me out of the country.

OK, Don.

What shall I tell them about the jewellery?

They're still in Manchester.

And nobody but me knows where.

Oh, I'm not worrying, Don.
It's just that... Well, you know,

if the boys hear you're wanting a
passport and some dough...

You'll all get your share-out!

But it was me
that got the 14 years, remember?

I never gave you lot away, did I?
- No, you didn't.

So, all right, everybody does what I say
and we split even all the way down.

Call me back on this line tonight.
Now, get cracking!

- Where are you hiding, Don?
- Here and there. Keep moving, that's my motto.

- You don't give much away, do you?
- Anything you want in particular?

Yeah, a woman, but I'll fix my own.

For God's sake, don't start that again,
they'll find you...

Shut up and get moving!

Right, Bert, concert's over.

You can go home now.

Lock the place up nice and safe,
and I'll stay here as quiet as a mouse.

- I can't let you stay here...
- You can and you will.

Just leave me a key, I'll let myself out.
No-one has to know I was here.

- Of course. Hey, be careful...
- Listen,

by the time the law finds out I was
here, I'll be in five other places.

Put the lights out, just like usual.

Fine. Goodnight, Bert.

- Eh?
- Goodnight.

Oh. Goodnight, Don.

Oh, and Bert, don't get any fancy ideas
in connection with cops, will you?

Oh, no, Don.
Sure, I don't like your being here, but...

but that doesn't mean I'm going
to run to the coppers.

What do you think I am?
- I don't think anything.

I just want you to remember,
if the law finds me here tonight,

you're gone, finished.

You'll be seen to. Get it?
- Of course, Don. Of course.

Goodnight.

Well!

Hello, Julia.

What time do you call this?

11.25.

What time did you book off?
Ten o'clock.

And since then
you've been in some pub.

Correct. Anything for supper?

There was,
if you want to warm it up.

Other men can ring up their wives
and tell them when they'll be home.

Of course,
I couldn't expect you to do that.

You couldn't even phone
and tell me you'd be working late.

And I'm supposed to make a meal,
whether you come back or not.

I'm sorry, Julia.
I meant to phone you, but...

I got switched to a stolen car job.

Of course, a stolen car
is more important than I am.

I don't know about that, Julia.
It is my job.

Well, at least one could think you could
come home at ten, when you went off duty.

You've been out of this house
since 7.30 this morning.

I'm sorry. I was weary.
I needed a drink.

- There's plenty of beer here.
- Yeah, but it's not the same, somehow, is it?

No, I'm aware of that.

You'd sooner be in some pub
than at home,

with low women sitting round the bar...
- Now, wait a minute.

That's all I ever do, wait.

Wait for you to go out
or come in or go to bed.

- Julia...
- It's a pretty empty life for me, you know.

We never go out together,
and you're never at home.

I try to keep this place nice,

and you treat it
like a rooming house.

You haven't got enough to do,
that's your trouble.

You're not suggesting I
should take a job, are you?

- No, I'm not.
- That would look nice.

The great Inspector Martineau's wife,
hunting for a job.

You're very worried about the way things look,
aren't you?

Yes, I am. Is that wrong?

Well, it would look all right if you
justified your existence

by having a baby or two.

Oh, Harry.

What's happened to us?

I don't know, Julia. I...

I suppose it's
what hasn't happened to us.

Do you know how long it is
since you made love to me?

A long time.

Don't you want me any more?

I want children, Julia.

Oh, don't start all that again.

Julia, we're both still plenty young enough.

We could have some fine kids.
Your life wouldn't be so empty.

You never used to mind.

Well, times change, Julia.

We're married. We ought to behave
as if we're married.

We can't afford kids, Harry.
Perhaps if you thought of me

and your responsibilities...
- Responsibility, singular.

If it were plural, there'd be a
different atmosphere in the house!

Is it necessary to inform the neighbours
of our...

To hell with the neighbours!

That's all you worry about - the
neighbours, what people think,

your social standing!

I don't know how long
you expect me to stand all this.

Me neither! I don't know
how long I can stand it myself!

- Is that you, Don?
- You're late.

Plenty of time.
How have you been, Don?

- We're sure they come down this passage?
- Sure, about ten o'clock.

Laurie's waiting
opposite Gus Hawkins' now.

He follows the money and signals us
just before they turn into the passage.

- What about the switch car?
- Laurie's taxi.

Clogger drives it and meets us
at the sandpits at 10.25.

Chloe, for Pete's sake, hurry up!
Do you want to hit all the traffic?

All right, all right!

Bet you wouldn't rush a girl like
that, would you, Colin, eh?

I think the guv just wants
to miss the cars, Mrs Hawkins.

Chloe, if you're not ready in two minutes,
I'm going without you!

Now, you mustn't shout at her.
She's only fixing her face.

You've fixed it two hours already.
Get in the car!

Colin, get that money off.

I don't like so much hanging around.
Get it in as soon as the bank opens.

- Yes, guv.
- Oh, don't worry, Mr Hawkins.

It'll be in like it always is.

And no more credit
to anyone on that list.

If they want to put a bet, cash.

- Right, guv.
- Good luck, guv.

- Have we got everything in?
- Yes, it's all in, guv.

All right. Well, step on it.

Here we go.

All right, stand by.

Run for it, Cec!

Get in!

Shut her up, for Christ's sake!

Stroke her with that.

OK, work on it.

This is going to ruin my razor edge.

Cripes, there's a fortune here!

- There sure is.
- This job is better than the other one.

Keep her rolling. We don't want to
lose this little lot.

- 30 bundles of 100, and those fivers.
- 200 fivers!

Hell's bells, that's 4,000 smackers!

1,000 apiece, and one for Clogger.

Quiet. Mention no names.

The filly's listening.
Keep looking front.

We don't want her
memorising your ugly mug.

When are we going to dump her?
First bit of quiet road.

We won't take her too far.
After all, she's got to walk back.

She's done all the walking she'll ever do.

Cripes! She hasn't croaked?

- You didn't have to do that!
- Do you think I meant to?

- Shut up! Put all of this...
- Pull yourselves together!

You thought of getting away with robbery.
Why not this as well?

- One witness less, isn't it?
- Yes, but murder?!

- Well, shut up!
- They'll never give up...!

Shut up!

Now, keep your heads!

Pull over, we'll get rid of her.

- Drop her behind that hummock.
- Me? Not likely.

- Do what I tell you.
- Why not you? You did her in.

All right. I did her in. One or two,
what's the difference?

- Where did you get that?
- Never mind.

Get this thing out of my sight!

Help me!

There's a car coming.
Get moving!

- What do we do with this fellow?
- Cover your faces.

Do you he think he saw me carrying
the girl?

- If he did, he'll stop at the first phone.
- It makes no difference.

Keep moving fast, that's all.
Another mile or two to go

and we'll be through with this car.
Give me the money.

Hey, there's a body!

Police, and quick.
I think there's been a murder.

Your name, please?

Right.

Which phone box?

Three miles beyond.

Right. Will you stay
where you are, please?

M2CK calling all patrols.

Body of a girl reported three
miles beyond Crossways phone box

on Doncaster Road.

Informant John Hartley
waiting at phone. Over.

This is K51 calling M2CK.
We are in the immediate vicinity.

Proceed to the telephone box
and advise on arrival. Over.

Quite a morning, isn't it?

Robbery, violence and abduction in
Higgitts Passage, and now this.

Think there's any connection?
Could be. They said a girl.

- John Hartley?
- Right. Are you police?

- Where is it?
- Up the road, about three miles.

Right. Hop in. You show us where
and tell us what happened.

It's over here.
Hold it.

Don't go jumping your footprints
about there.

It's the girl from
Gus Hawkins' office.

See if you can reach HQ from here.
If not, get back to the phone box.

Look, I hope I'm not going
to get too involved in all this.

I'm a commercial traveller.
I was on my way from Sheffield.

Well, don't worry about that,
Mr Hartley.

We already know who's behind this.

We'll have to take a statement from
you at HQ.

- After that you'll be free to go.
- Thank you.

You say it was a Buick?

Yes, it was an old pre-war one,
sort of dirty green colour.

Looked a bit shabby and neglected.

- Did you get the registration number?
- I'm afraid not.

I was more concerned with seeing the
driver didn't run me into the ditch.

- Would you know him again?
- Doubt it. When I got close,

he'd put his hands over his face.
They, all three of them, did.

What about the man
who carried the body?

No, he'd got back in the car
by the time I'd got close enough.

He seemed a well-set man.
- Tall?

- Well, not as tall as you.
- About what age?

30, 40, hard to say.

Had on a dark suit or a sweater...

Remember anything about the
others?

No, just eyes, staring eyes
over their hands.

They'll all know me again.
- I wouldn't worry about that either.

They'll be too busy to bother
about you again.

- What did you find out?
- It's the Higgitts Passage job.

They snatched her because
she was chained to the handbag.

The boy had the keys in his pocket.

See this on her fingers?
Those marks?

It's malachite green.
What's that?

A powder they dust notes with,
stains the hands of anyone who touches it.

Get on to the Super,

ask him to put out a special
to all districts.

Has any officer of any force
recently dusted banknotes

with malachite green?
- Right. This is a break. K51 calling M2CK...

If it is malachite green, all the
men in that car will have it.

- So, where the hell's Clogger?
- He'll be here.

- He should be here waiting for us.
- There's a lot of traffic, Don.

There's a lot of police, too.
Now, wipe every smudge off that car.

We'll share this out now
and you can drop me off in Barnsley.

- Don't you want...
- You go on to the races like nothing happened.

- But Don...!
- Go on to the races! If you're questioned,

you've got a track full of alibis, right?
- Right.

And if they find this on you,
you won it, right?

He's here!

Come on. Come on!

- Where the hell have you been?
- I'm sorry, Don. The traffic was murder.

A lot of things are murder!
Take it up and turn it around!

- I don't have my share.
- Do you want it here or in jail?!

Get in. Get in!

Get back on that main road
and get lost in the traffic.

Come on, let's move it now!

Vultures are here already.

Yeah, let's hope they haven't picked
everything clean.

They intercepted Gus Hawkins an hour
ago, sir. He's on his way back.

Good. Get across to his office.

Soon as he arrives, get him over to HQ.

By bluff, order or warrant?

By charm.

All right, come on. Break it up, please.
There's nothing to see.

Move them along.
Break it up, please.

- Any developments?
- We've found this. It's been stolen.

Think it was used on the job?

- We're guessing.
- Where was the Buick?

Right there, as far as we can tell.
There's a new patch of oil.

And a woman in one of those back rooms
heard a scream.

Did she see anything?

A car full of men,
driving towards the main road.

- Anything else?
- Nothing.

She didn't even tell us that
till we asked her, silly woman.

- What about Doug Savage?
- He's at the races.

But his mother and the cleaning
woman heard and saw nothing.

- Naturally. And Lucky Lusk?
- She wasn't there.

The snatch occurred around 10.30.
They weren't open.

How's the lad who was crushed?

Well, he hasn't spoken yet. We've got
Cassidy with him at the hospital.

Message from the Superintendent, sir.

Halifax are holding
a man with dyed fingers.

- Will you go back?
- Right.

You have a go at Doug Savage as
soon as he gets back.

Right, sir.

- Oh, good morning, Harry.
- Morning, sir.

- I hear we've got a green man.
- Well, Halifax have.

He's a janitor
in one of the City Hall departments.

He'd been doing some petty
pilfering but avoided all traps,

so they dusted 200 £1 notes
and he swiped the lot.

- When did they pick him up?
- This morning.

He showed up to work
with malachite all over his hands.

- How much did they get back?
- Nothing.

He says he took it to Doncaster
and blew it on the races.

Well, that would tie up.
He passed the dye on.

I tried to have him sent here but
Halifax say if we want to see him,

we can jolly well go there.

- I'll take an excursion.
- It's all there.

Right, sir.

Well, the kid had
a fractured thyroid cartilage.

Looks like someone chopped her.
She was only 19.

They send out old men with factory
pay rolls, office boys with handfuls

of fivers, and young girls
with money chained to their wrists.

You can see it any day
near any bank in any town.

They're asking for murder.

Oh, any news of that Buick?

57 different varieties
but not the one we want.

What the hell are you doing here?

- Got Gus Hawkins in the waiting room.
- Already?

Well, I called the patrol
to bring him right here.

You'll be a Superintendent yet.

His wife squawked a bit
so they dropped her home first.

Send Mr Hawkins in, will you?

- How much money was in the girl's bag?
- Gus says £4,000.

- Four grand...
- You want to know something else?

He's got green on his fingers?

It wasn't much of a long shot,
was it?

Get out a call
to every chemist shop in Manchester.

Anybody trying to buy a solvent
for stained hands should be held

until we get there.
- Right.

And don't tell them any more than
they need know.

Say there's been a
simple larceny or something.

- Come in!
- Information room?

Hello, Inspector. This is a nice mess.

- It's not very pretty, is it? Take it outside.
- Right, sir.

Those poor kids, poor little Cecily.
I should never have sent her with all that money.

- It's a lesson learned too late.
- Any clues, or anything?

Any idea who they...
- We're working on it.

How was the money made up?
£3,000 in ones, and 200 fivers.

And I hope it chokes them.
- Maybe it will.

Who counted it?
- It was 4,000 all right.

I counted it first, then Cecily
counted it and put it in a bank bag.

Then I went off to Doncaster.
Can I phone the wife?

Yeah, 'course. Get Mrs Hawkins
on the phone, will you?

- Rusholme 6203.
- Did you get that?

Yes, sir.

Are you sure you got all that money
at the races?

I want a serious answer, Gus. It's important.
- So help me!

It came out of a satchel all
crumpled up anyhow,

just the way I'd stuffed it in.
I never use my own money at all.

See? Here it is. It's still in bundles.
Why?

Cos I've got a hunch some of that money
you won belonged to the Halifax Town Hall.

- Hey, I don't want to be involved in...
- You are involved, Gus!

But not with the borough treasurer.
Now, sit down and have a cigarette.

Thanks. I keep thinking
of that poor kid Cecily.

Have her parents been told?

I suppose I...

I ought to go round and see them.

I can't face them somehow.

Gus, how long
have your hands been like that?

My hands? Oh, I see.

Yeah. That's funny you should mention it.

I noticed it when I got out of the bath
this morning. I...

I thought maybe I'd handled that
many pound notes

in Doncaster yesterday, that...

Hey, has some bastard been passing me
snide money?

Hello. Martineau, yes.

They're still trying to get your
number. There's no reply.

Well, we only just dropped her round there.

- Do you want them to keep on trying?
- No, forget it.

All right. Forget that number.
I needn't keep you any longer, Gus.

Sorry I botched up your racing.
- You'd think a wife would stay in

to be with a husband who'd just been
robbed of £4,000

and a valued and trusted
girl clerk murdered.

You can never tell about wives, Gus.

I've a damn good mind
not to go home at all tonight.

How do I get out of here?
- Right, at the bottom.

Thought you might like to know,
sir, he's now wanted for murder.

- Who?
- Starling. The warder died.

It's in the Stop Press.

- What's the latest report on Starling?
- Latest report, Barnsley.

- Barnsley? Who reported?
- Bus conductor.

Just before they stopped at a
checkpoint,

a man jumped off
and disappeared into a fairground.

So, he is coming home.

He's also been seen in London,
Brighton, Southampton and Ostend.

I'm more inclined to believe Barnsley.

- The Super's buzzing for you, sir.
- Right.

Are you on a diet today, sir?

Oh...!

Do me a favour, call my wife.
Should have been home for lunch.

Teach her to wait. That's something
a policeman's girl has to learn.

- Just phone her.
- Yes, sir.

Yes?

- You wanted me, sir?
- What did you get from Gus Hawkins?

Only that there was £4,000 in that bag
and the janitor's money was with it.

So far our only link with the Wainwright killer
is green fingers.

We've circulated all chemists.

We've got to do more than that.

Somewhere there are four men
walking around, flush with money.

And when those types are flush,
they gamble.

Find the gamblers and you'll
probably find more green fingers.

- Oh, there's no racing till Saturday.
- I'm not talking about that.

I'm thinking of those gambling
schools up on the moors.

Had any experience of them?
- Not much. It's out of our area.

Well, they toss coins
for pretty large stakes,

especially after a big race
like today.

It would take 50 men
to raid one of those.

They use lookouts with
field glasses.

- Nevertheless, we've got to raid.
- Do we know where it is tonight?

We did but they must have got wind
of it, because they cancelled it.

County Police say it's been
switched to tomorrow.

They've got their informers trying to
pinpoint the locality.

- Who decides that, sir?
- The organiser.

He gets a commission for keeping the
ring and paying their lookouts.

- Do we know who he is?
- County Police think it's a man called Savage.

- In Manchester?
- They think.

I might be able to find out quicker
than County.

I don't care who finds out.

But I want cooperation
between you and County.

There's been a murder, Harry,

and if I find any area of feuding,
I'll throw the book at you.

- Of course, sir.
- Inspector Vanburgh is working on this,

from County, you can contact him.

Yes, sir.

Oh, I suppose you read that Starling
is first-degree murder now?

You'd better stop thinking of
Starling as your own

personal property, Harry.
He's everybody's problem.

I think he's about to become
Manchester's problem.

So is Cecily Wainwright, and that's the
job you're on.

I realise that, sir, but wherever he is,
Starling will have read about the warder.

Now, we know his past record - violence,
assault, rape, and now murder.

He's got nothing to lose now.
He'll be more dangerous than ever.

- We don't even know if he's within 100 miles.
- I know.

Don't ask me how -
hunch, sixth sense, anything -

but I know - I know how his mind works.

- Now, look, Harry...
- I grew up with the man, sir.

We went to the same school, fought
the same war together.

I know how his mind works.

Are you trying to sell me this
extrasensory perception stuff?

I'm not trying to sell you anything, sir.

Now, look, his only hope
now is to skip the country.

To do that, he needs money.
Now, where does he go for that money?

The town where his contacts are.
The city where he hid the jewellery...

- I'm not taking you off the Wainwright job.
- I'm not asking that, sir,

I want your permission to let Devery cover

every main contact that Starling
had before he was jailed.

He's a desperate man now.

He could show up at any minute,
at any of them.

You ought to run for mayor sometime.

Thank you, sir.

I want Devery.
And bring in the Don Starling file.

Devery's coming right up, sir.

The Starling file.
- Right, thanks.

No, don't go.

Sort through that.
Find the address of those people.

And check with Records
in case anyone's moved.

Give me my home.
- They've found the Buick.

They found it in the old Norfolk quarry.
- What?

County think it's the same place they were going
to have the tossing games.

So, that's why they switched.

I want that fingerprint report
the moment it comes through.

- Of course.
- I've got a job for you.

Now, that's a list of Don Starling's main
contacts before he was sentenced.

Starling, eh?
He's first-degree murder now.

Your job is to make sure that every
one of those people know that

sheltering or assisting him makes
them accessories after the fact.

It will take you most of the day but
make sure you cover them all.

- Lovett and Roach?
- Yeah, they've got a garage and a private taxi service.

They're part of the same sleazy mob.

Chloe Hawkins?
That's Gus Hawkins' wife.

Before that she was anybody's wife,
including Don Starling's.

You never know, it
might be a contact.

I should try Furnisher Steele first.
- York Road...

Yes, he's an old man.
He's got a furniture warehouse.

It was through his information
we got Don Starling.

He's not likely to
harbour and assist.

He might, under duress.
Starling's got nothing to lose now, you know.

It's all completed now, sir.
Shall I type it here?

Oh, check in with Records first.
Now, you go with him.

Right!

What's your next move, sir?
- That's up to Fingerprints.

I want to know
the story of that Buick.

Now, get in the car, get moving.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Julia.

Look, uh...

I may be a little late tonight.

Well, I didn't want you to wait up
for me.

Yeah...

Oh, yes, I'm sorry about lunch, Julia.
I was busy. I was very busy.

Oh, so busy! Such an important man.

Couldn't spare one moment in all the
livelong morning to phone his wife?

Of course Devery phoned. He's not so
important as you. He has time.

Now, look, Julia, a young girl has been
murdered and £4,000 have been stolen.

I'm not enjoying it, you know!

How do you think I'll like it,
sitting at home,

spending Saturday evening
waiting to wash up after somebody?

Yes.

- Fingerprint report on the Buick.
- What have we got?

Nothing of any use, I'm afraid.

Plenty of smears but nothing definite.
It was well wiped.

A bloody dead end!

Give me a cigarette, will you?

Next stop, Laurie Lovett's taxi service.

You might as well turn round.

Did you ring my bell?

- Oh, Mr Steele?
- Yes?

I'm Detective Constable Devery, Mr. Steele.
Could we talk for a few minutes?

Yes.

Well?
It's about Don Starling.

Oh, yes.

I've read in the papers.

He's going to swing now, isn't he?
- Aye, he is.

He won't be saying,
"Thank you, milord," this time.

Huh? Oh, yes, love.

Look, we're in the middle of supper.
Do you mind talking in the kitchen?

Have a seat.
- Oh, thank you.

- This is Silver, my granddaughter.
- Oh. Good evening.

Would you like something to eat?

I'm sure Silver
could lay something on.

No, thank you. I'd like to but I've
got some more calls to make.

Is Don Starling caught yet?

- Not yet.
- Then he should be.

I don't like him being loose.

He's a dangerous man.

I thought you police were
reckoned to be very clever.

We'll get him. Every policeman in
England is looking out for him.

Oh, thank you. One, please.

Is Inspector Martineau worried
about Starling?

Martineau can handle him.

Can he handle a bullet in the back?

Look, sir, what I have to talk to you about is...

Well, I think it might be better if we went
in the other room. I won't keep you a moment.

No need to worry about Silver.
She's deaf and dumb.

Deaf and dumb?

Since birth.

She can't even lip-read
unless you're facing her.

I am sorry.

Well, you shouldn't be. She isn't.

She's a bloody sight happier
than any of us.

Oh, yes, thank you. It's...

What about Starling?

Well, Martineau thinks he might
try and contact you here.

Here? He's got more sense.

I'm sure I don't have to tell you
about accessories after the fact.

Listen.

Five years ago,
Don Starling came here,

as nice as pie.

Said he wanted a sideboard.

Well, he looked round my furniture.

I even showed him my antiques
upstairs.

Then he said he'd think about it.
That night he came and broke in.

The cops nabbed him
right here in this building!

And then you warn me about being an
accessory?!

Well, I assure you, it's only routine,
Mr Steele.

Oh, no, thank you. I must go.

OK.

Hello?

What?

This is Furnisher Steele speaking.
Who's that?

You may remember me.
This is Don Starling.

You got me into a lot of trouble
five years ago.

I got you into nothing.
You made your own trouble.

I've got you in my book anyway.

But I'm giving you a chance
to put yourself right.

I'm all right as I am.
To hell with you!

- Well, thanks for the tea.
- Yeah, you're welcome.

I'll see myself down. Don't bother.

And it was only a routine warning.

Goodnight, Silver.

Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Now, listen to me, Furnisher.
Don't you ever hang up on me again.

Do you hear? Answer me!

I am answering you, Starling,
so listen carefully.

There's a young man just gone
down the stairs. He's a detective.

If you don't ring off this minute,
so help me, I'll call him back.

I don't think you will
because I haven't finished yet.

The fact that I can have you bashed
up probably doesn't bother you.

But what about
that shapely kid of yours?

Something not so nice
could happen to her.

And she wouldn't be able to scream.

- You twisted, murdering...
- Better do what I want, Furnisher.

It's only a small thing.
I want a place for tonight.

Now, listen here, Don Starling,

anyone around here will tell you
I'm a man of my word.

I've got a gun
and I'm not too old to use it.

So you keep away from here.

And another thing,

I am staying right close to Silver
till you're caught,

and that won't be long.

Yes, I'm threatening you!

If you or any of your pals come
anywhere near my grandchild,

by God, I'll shoot you!

So you won't frighten, old man.

I like your guts.

Since you're a man of your word,
I'll make a bargain with you.

You forget this call, I'll leave you
and your kid alone. A deal?

It's a deal. I'll keep my word.

And the gun will be handy
in case you don't keep yours.

Aye, I know, lass.

I talk too much.

Lacy Arms, good evening.
Who is that?

I'm sorry to trouble you
on Saturday night.

I wonder if I might speak
with one of your barmaids.

Mrs Lusk.

Yes, it is rather important.

This is Mr Lusk, her ex-husband,
on urgent family business.

Oh, all right. I'll get her.

Phone, Lucky. And make it quick.
- For me? Who is it?

You really want me to say
in front of the customers?

So, who am I ashamed of?
It's your ex-husband.

What, that article?! I haven't heard
from him in three years.

- Says it's urgent business.
- You know what that means -

he's hard up.
Don't go away, handsome.

You know what?

If you played your cards...
I don't play cards, Doug.

I don't even toss coins.

In fact, I'm a bit of a square.

Hello, Chris.

Mention no names, honey.
This is Don, your dream man.

What?!

What do you want?
You must be mad, calling me here.

You let me worry about that.

I want a place for tonight, Lucky.
Leave the back door open.

Now, listen to me. I need help.

And old friends who won't help
will get carved,

I mean carved, Lucky, you know?
- Well, why sort me out?

I can't help you.

I can't.

Because...
Because I'm being watched.

Yes, at the house.
There's one here now.

Well, it'd better be.

And you'd better forget this if you
still want that swan-like neck.

Just keep away from me,
that's all I ask.

I'm not your woman and I never was!

- Two pints of bitter, Lucky.
- Right.

Two pints of bitter, Doug.

Bad news?

Ex-husbands are always bad news.

Two pints of bitter.

Ever meet the lazy blighter?

Her ex? No.

Always drunk or gambling.
She never knew where to find him.

Now, that's the trouble with gamblers.

You think you know where they are
and suddenly they switch.

I hear you found the Buick.
Any fingerprints?

Yes, some of the best specimens
we've ever had.

So long as they don't match
any of these ten.

No, they're too well-kept, Doug.

Get me another drink.

- Goodnight.
- Can't we have any time tomorrow?

No...

Now he's getting greedy?
- Well, Monday.

Chloe will call him.

She's got to go now.

Oh, no, no!
I've just fixed them.

Off you go, quick.

Hello, Chloe.
Don!

Very touching
little scene out there.

- What are you doing here?!
- I came to see you, of course.

We're old friends.
Don't you remember?

Don, you can't stay here.
The police are after you.

- They haven't caught me yet, have they?
- But Gus will come home.

Gus is dining at the Midland.
I checked.

No, really, Don, you can't stay
here. It's not fair.

Do you want money?
I haven't got very much...

I don't want money, Chloe.
At the moment I want you.

I've been in a monastery for five years.
- No, Don, for God's sake!

All right, but afterwards...
afterwards, will you go?

What is this?

Am I a leper or something?

Everywhere I go, people want me to
keep going.

- It's Gus!
- Don't open that. Don't open that!

Upstairs!

It can't be Gus.

Come on. Come on!

Is it the police?

No, that's not a police car.

Looks like I've botched
one of your dates, my love.

Don, it is not one of my dates.

Who is it?

What are you doing?
- Does this gadget still work?

No, please, you can't stay!

I've got to sleep somewhere tonight.
I'll be as quiet as a mouse.

And you know I don't snore.
- Don, please!

Remember the time Gus came home?

I stuck it 12 hours up there
for your sweet sake.

- Please, you said you'd go away.
- And so I will, in the morning.

As soon as Gus has gone out.

Relax, Chloe. Relax.

I bet you're not as tensed up
with your other boyfriends.

What's all this on your hands?

I don't know.
Paint or something. Who cares?

I care. All over my sheets!

Who's going to touch the sheets?

They must have gone on
to a club or something.

What do we do? Wait?

Well, we've covered all the others.

Hello. What are you doing here?

I'm sorry to
bother you at this hour.

Come in.

Keep that cute mouth buttoned up,
because

if I'm caught here, baby, I've got a
lot to sing about, haven't I?

Oh, do it up!
Oh, please, I can't do it up!

Right. Push them up.

Chloe!

Chloe?

I don't have enough troubles!

All this and Starling, too.

Apart from a few bets,
I hardly knew the man.

Why should he show up here?
Well, the man is desperate, sir.

If he thought you kept money here,
well...

well, Mr Martineau thought he might
try and break in

when your wife was here and...
Oh. Good evening, Mrs Hawkins.

- Good evening.
- What the devil's the matter with you?

Oh, nothing. I must have fallen
asleep on the bed.

And we woke you. I do apologise.

Well, we won't keep you good people
up any longer.

Many thanks, Mr Hawkins.
- You're welcome.

Tell Martineau he's off his rocker.

Well...

where the hell have you been?
- Been?

Yeah, where did you go after we
dropped you here this morning?

Oh, nowhere.
I've been trying to get you, there was no reply.

- Oh, was that you?
- Who the hell do you think it was?

I...I was having a bath.

Were you having a bath this
afternoon and this evening, too?

No.

No, I went to the pictures as a
matter of fact. I went to the Roxy.

You said you went there
the other day.

Well, I'd only seen half the
other picture, so I went again.

You're always out when I want you.

What's this, a dinner party?

No, I wasn't very hungry.
I just had a snack.

I thought coffee kept you awake.

Did she stay out late and make the
big boss man jealous, hmm?

I'm sorry.

I've had a terrible day.
- Yes, I know.

Poor Cecily.
Her parents are in a bad state.

Yes, of course.

He's a tired darling.

He called Chloe and she wasn't in.

She's a bad girl.

I was that mad,
I went out to supper.

Yes, well, nobody blames him
for staying out

after a day like this.

Now, he must go and sit down

and Chloe will bring him
a nice cup of coffee. Hmm?

That's what he wants, isn't it?

The boy's got bad concussion.

The doctor says he'll be all right.
I hope so.

Never can tell with
a crack on the head.

No.

Who was the man, Gus?

He's one of Martineau's boys.

- Oh, what...
- Ta.

What did he want?

He's got some mad idea that
Don Starling might show up here.

Here? Well, why should he come here?

That's what I said.

You know what they're like
when somebody kills a policeman.

They turn the
whole town upside down.

Here, have you seen
this picture of me in the paper?

Starling killed a policeman?

Well, a warder. It's the same thing.

It's obvious you haven't read the
papers.

"Gus Hawkins robbed of £4,000."

That's not a bad picture, that.
It was took at Epsom last year, do you remember?

- This is terrible, Gus.
- You don't want to upset yourself.

I admit, 4,000 is quite a smack,
but still, I can afford it.

No, it's Cecily and...

and the boy I'm worried about.

Hey.

Hey, have you been putting one of
your sleeping pills in my coffee?

- No.
- You have. I can taste it.

I'm not that worried about Cecily
I have to be put to sleep!

Oh...

I'm sorry, baby.

I know you did it for my sake.
Come on, it's time you went to bed.

I'm sorry.

Now, stop crying, darling.

You'll be all right in the morning.

Gus?

Gus!

I'm here, I'm here.

What are you doing?!

Don't get so panicky.
There's something in the attic.

- In the attic?!
- Most likely a bird.

I told you not to leave the window
open. They always fly in.

- No, come back to bed.
- I'd better let the poor little thing out.

The last one was dead when we
got it, do you remember?

We don't have to bother about it
now. No, come back!

Oh, God!!

No! No!

- You alley cat, you told him!
- No, I didn't!

- Has he phoned the police?!
- No!

- Morning, sir.
- Morning.

Ask Devery to come down, will you?
- He went out, sir.

- Out?
- About an hour ago.

Anything new come in?

There's been a report from County
about the Wainwright job.

They found a shepherd who saw a
black car driving over

some rough ground on to the main
road near Moor Top.

About 11am, Saturday morning.

Well, the time's right, if he's sure of it.
Did he get a number?

- No, sir, but he thinks it was a taxi.
- He thinks! That's a great help.

County thinks it might have been the switch car.

- Oh, it's brilliant of them! Where did it go to?
- On to the main Doncaster Road

and joined the race traffic.
Along with 500 other black taxis.

All we've got to do is find the one
with broken springs.

- Morning, sir.
- Where have you been?

Over at Gus Hawkins' house.

They've just taken him to hospital.

- Hawkins? What happened?
- Seems he fell down the attic steps.

The doctor reported it to us.
- Why us?

Apparently he lives opposite them.
Mrs Hawkins phoned him,

and while he was actually taking the call,
he saw a man leaving the house.

- Anything stolen?
- Not that we know of.

Somebody had been in the attic,
or has been there lately.

What did Chloe Hawkins have to say?

She blew her top when we arrived.

She said it was ridiculous, there
hadn't been a man in the house.

Her husband had got up to let a bird
out of the attic and slipped.

She was in quite a state.
- Did she actually see him fall?

She seemed pretty confused
about the whole thing.

Before that, she told the doctor she
was asleep and the fall woke her up.

- Have you got anything else?
- Nothing but a load of prints.

- Who's over there now?
- Harmon and Cassidy.

- Is Gus seriously hurt?
- I don't know. He was still unconscious

when they took him away.

You know...

I think I'd like to be there
when he wakes up.

Come on, you can come with me.

Detective Inspector Martineau
to see Gus Hawkins.

Oh, yes, sir. Private ward three,
on the second floor.

Oh, Sister.
Mr Martineau for Mr Hawkins.

- Is he seeable?
- Well, just five minutes.

But don't get him worried or
excited.

This is just a social visit.

Hello, Gus.

What the hell do you want?

We heard you had a sore head.
We thought we'd come and see you.

I noticed you haven't brought me
no grapes.

I've never known
a copper part with anything yet.

- He's peevish. He must be getting better.
- Give over! You can't kid me.

- What do you want?
- Gus, did you see what hit you?

No, I never saw a thing.

It felt like the whole house was
coming in on me.

Why were you going to the attic?

I thought maybe we had another
starling trapped up there.

A what?

A bird. We had a bird fly in.

It couldn't find its own way out
and it died.

Now, you tell me what hit me.

The missus tells me that the police
haven't said anything to her.

- Well, it was some sort of an accident.
- What was it?

A beam or something?
Well, I'm not really on the case.

- I'll send the officer concerned to see you.
- You do that.

You're not holding anything back,
are you?

Now, Gus, would I be asking you
what hit you if I knew?

- You really must go now, sir.
- Yeah, all right.

Well, get better soon, Gus.

- You send that man along.
- Yes.

That was quite a moment, wasn't it?
The starling in the attic.

Yeah...

Look, I know this is not my case but
I've got to see Chloe Hawkins.

- I'll get back and hold the office.
- I'm out somewhere.

- You don't know where. Give me an hour.
- Right.

- Who's in there?
- Only Mrs Hawkins, sir.

I'm Detective Inspector Martineau.
May I come in?

- Well, I was just about...
- I'd like to ask you a few questions

about your husband's accident.
- Yes, yes, of course.

See, the police have been once, actually.

I've told them everything I know.
- Yes.

Now tell me.
Who was the man in the attic?

Man? In the attic?

We think we know
but we'd like you to tell us.

I didn't see any man.

- May I use your telephone?
- Oh, yes, of course.

It's down here on the table.

Hello, Martineau. Give me the CID.

I want to talk to Cassidy
if he's in.

Hello, Cassidy. Martineau.

Those fingerprints you found
in Gus Hawkins' attic.

Now, get out Don Starling's prints
and compare them. Yes, Starling's.

Yeah, and call me back here.

Rusholme 6203. Right.

Harbouring an escaped murderer is
a very serious offence, Mrs Hawkins.

I should sit down.

Of course, if you were intimidated
or blackmailed and told us the whole story,

well, that would put
a different complexion on the matter.

You know, without your help, we're gonna
have to make persistent enquiries.

It's often... very embarrassing
for the people concerned.

We get to know all sorts of things.

I didn't harbour him.
He was here when I came back.

I didn't harbour him!
- You are referring to Don Starling, of course.

Yes.

Look, he said if I didn't hide him,

he'd tell Gus all sorts of lies
about me, you see!

Well, I was alone, I was afraid...
- So you hid him in the attic?

- Then this morning Gus found him.
- Did you see him hit Gus?

No.
What was he wearing?

He was wearing a dark shirt
and a light tie,

and he had a check coat on.

- Was he very hungry?
- No, no. He had some bread and cheese.

- Did he ask you for money?
- No, I thought he'd come for some money,

but he said he didn't want any.
- Well, a man on the run,

and he didn't need money.

Hello. Martineau. Get me Devery as
soon as you can, will you?

Now, did you notice anything unusual
about his appearance?

- No, I don't think so.
- Was he unshaven?

Well, no. He needed a shave
but it wasn't all that bad.

Yes, Devery. Yes, it was Starling.

Now, get out a circular to all crime areas.
Yes, get it moving at once.

Now, tell me about his hands.
- His hands?

Yeah. Were they dirty?
Were the nails broken?

I didn't notice his hands.

So they looked clean and well cared for?
As clean as mine, for instance?

Well, no, they weren't as clean as yours.

They had some... paint on them or something.

- What colour paint?
- Green.

- You're sure about the colour?
- Yes, I'm quite sure.

Green, like the green
on your husband's hands?

- Yes, that's right, only more.
- Right. Thank you, Mrs Hawkins.

- Will Gus have to know about this?
- Well, that depends on you, doesn't it?

I mean, if you've told us everything,
we needn't ask Gus, need we?

Oh, if Headquarters ring back,
tell them I've gone, would you?

- Are you a married man?
- Yes, sir.

I'd watch her. She's a man-eater.

I'm watching you, Bill Bragg.

You got a two-headed penny there.

Never mind about watching me.
Keep your eyes open for the cops.

- Bert, that was heads.
- All right, all right. The book's closed.

Right.

Head 'em for four.

One head, one tail.

Re-throw!

He'll never do that.
He'll never do it.

Give it a good spin.

Two heads. He's made it!

Here you are. Here's four.
I'll head 'em for eight.

- Eight? The bet's eight.
- I'll take three.

- Right. Three. Five to come.
- All right. Over here.

One, two. All right, three to go.

Three to go.
- What, has he done it twice?

- Yeah.
- Here, I'll have one.

Three to go. You want one?
All right, Bragg.

One for Bragg. Two more to go.
- I'll have two. I'll have two!

Now, wait a minute.
Whose money am I going to take?

- Mine. I was first.
- You damn well weren't!

- I was first.
- Spin a coin for it.

- No, put a book on it.
- Do something! You're bitching my luck!

All right!

I'll split it.

Well, if you're so keen on it, take the lot
and we'll see what happens, eh?

All right, all right.
The book's closed.

Right, head 'em for eight.
- Come on, Joe!

Two tails!

All right, don't shove.
You'll all get it.

I'll head them for ten.

You'll all get paid.

- You'll what?
- I'll head 'em for ten.

- Give us your money.
- I'll take ten.

Right, right. Get 'em up.

Now get a good 'un.

He's headed 'em. He's headed 'em!

Right, 20 you win.
Leave it in the ring.

Right, 20 to cover.

And it's covered.

Let's have the money
and get 'em up again. That's it.

Good spin.

Beautiful!
He's done it again!

- That's 40 for you, boy.
- No, let it ride.

- And the bet's 40.
- How about it, Tawny?

If Tawny had 40, he'd retire.

He's won the pools! His grandmother
left him a fortune!

Get 'em up.

Bloody fool, he's going to shop us!

That's six, seven, eight.

Eight fivers is 40.
Your bet's covered, Doug.

- Spin 'em again.
- Yes!

Good old Dougie!

Put it away, you fool.

I'm not letting the swaggering
blighter get away with my dough.

- Listen, you can't afford it.
- Who can't afford it?

You can't afford
to flash all that money.

Somebody's going to ask.

He hasn't got a chance,
not this time.

I headed it. I headed it!

£160. It's all yours.

Come on, I'll skin the lot of you.

Hey! All right, come on.

- He can't do it again!
- Yes, he can.

I've seen him headed
eight and nine in a row.

- I've got to bet.
- I'll stop you if I have to knife you, so help me!

Get back. Give him room.

All right.

All right, all right!

- Things are popping, aren't they?
- I hope so.

- They've just brought in Doug Savage.
- Doug Savage?

He's got the greenest fingers
you ever saw.

- Boy, I'm glad you're back!
- What's this about Doug Savage

with stained hands?
- Well, that's right.

County raided a tossing school this morning.
They nabbed Savage, green fingers and all.

Since then they've practically taken
the Lacy Arms to pieces.

- Has anyone questioned him?

County had a go, so did the Super,
got precisely nowhere.

What does Savage have to say
about his stained fingers?

Well, he hasn't been asked and I don't think
he's even noticed.

All right.
Any calls, I'm with the Super.

He's out. He had to go over to the Chief.
Your Starling call started a minor riot here.

Where's Doug Savage now? He's still
down in the interview room.

The Super said to hold him there
for you to have a go.

Oh, did he now?

Well, the great man himself.

How much longer
am I going to be kept down here?

- That's up to you, Doug.
- So I'm booked for gambling.

Give me a summons and I'll go.

I'm not interested in your gambling
or your illegal bookmaking.

- What's this Gestapo stuff, then?
- I'm interested in the brutal murder

of a young girl who never did a bit
of harm to anybody.

- So, what's that got to do with me?
- It's go this to do with you!

We now have evidence
that involves you in the murder.

I should say so. Come off it!
What kind of a story is this?

A true one, Doug. For your own good,
you'd better believe it.

When the hell did a copper worry
about what was good for anyone

but himself?
- Not often. I'm not worried now.

It's you who needs to worry.
- An innocent man doesn't have to worry.

Not if he's prepared to maintain his innocence
and give a full account of his actions.

You've got an account.
I was at Doncaster.

You've already checked it.
- Yes, we've checked it!

You left Higgitts Passage
in a Silverline taxi at 9.30am.

Your bloodhounds have also
interviewed the driver.

Do you always have a Silverline to
go to the races?

No, we usually have Laurie Lovett,
but he let us down.

I've been over all this!
- Good.

Now let's go over your last 12 hours.
- What the hell for?!

'Cos within the last 12 hours, you
have met and spoken with at least

one of the murderers of Cecily Wainwright.
- Yeah, meshuga.

Within the last 12 hours, someone
has deliberately

involved you in the murder.
- So, show me the evidence.

Not yet.

First you'll answer some questions.

If there is any evidence,
you've planted it.

- Where did you go when you closed up last night?
- To bed.

- Before you went to bed, who did you meet?
- What is this? A vice check?

- I'm trying to help you, you idiot.
- Oh, yes, you're trying to help me!

Now, look, Doug!

How long have you known me?
- Too long.

Have I ever tried to fix you
with something you didn't do?

- You've certainly walloped me a time or two.
- I've walloped you when you'd been a rough boy.

I've never laid a hand on you
to make you admit anything.

No.

Have I at any time ever exaggerated
the evidence against you?

- No.
- Well, I'm not exaggerating now.

When I talked to you in the bar last
night, the evidence that involves

you wasn't there.
Now, get that clear, Doug.

It was between last night and this morning
that you were drawn into this case.

Now, if you're innocent, you can get yourself out.
- Do you mean there's something at my pub?

Before you went to bed last night,
who did you meet?

Nobody. What the hell is this evidence?

You'll know when I get my men.

You'll also know who shopped you,
if you were shopped.

Let's move on to this morning.

- You know damn well where I was this morning.
- You handled a lot of money, didn't you?

- How the devil do you know?
- Just a guess.

Now, who were you tossing with?
- I wouldn't know.

Did you notice anybody
abnormally flush with money?

- I didn't notice anything.
- Good God, man!

It was at the tossing game that
someone involved you in this murder!

Now, do you owe that person protection?
- Who says I'm involved? You do.

You talk a lot of guff about
evidence and things,

and what do you show to back it up?
Not one bloody thing.

All right, Doug, you can go.

I'll get this another way.
- Yes, persecute some other poor bastard.

We'll see you in the pub tonight.

You can help us question
some of the customers.

Now, wait a minute.
You're not coming officially?

I've got no alternative, have I?

- You'll scare off my trade.
- To hell with your trade!

This is a murder hunt.

If I give you the tossing school,

will you let my pub alone?
- I won't come near the place.

But when you interview them?

Not in your pub, and they
won't know who gave the names.

- Swear?
- You've got my word, Doug.

All right.

There was Tawny Jakes,

Clogger Roach, Laurie Lovett...

- Laurie Lovett?
- What's up now?

One or two things.
I'm looking for Don Starling.

I'm also looking for his mates
in yesterday morning's little job.

Why come to me?

Well, you're a taxi man.
You get around.

Plenty of other taxi drivers.
They get around, too.

Yeah, that's so,
but your name gets mentioned.

- Who by?
- By your friends.

One in particular.
You usually do business with him.

You should know who I mean.
- How the hell do I know?

Hey, you got a warrant
to search this place?

- Not yet.
- Then get out. This is private property.

- Laurie, any orders come in?
- No, get off back to the rank.

- Yeah, right.
- Just a minute.

I want a word with you.

- Who are you?
- You know who I am. Come here.

What's your name?
Roach.

Clogger Roach, eh?

Do you work here?
- Yes, he works here.

He ought to be on the rank.

I'm afraid the rank
will have to wait.

I want you both to come to Headquarters with me.
- About what?

- What you were doing yesterday, for a start.
- I went to the races.

- Together?
- No.

- Then who did you take?
- My kid brother.

- I see.
- You can't arrest me. I've done nothing.

You can't arrest me
when I've done nothing.

You're not being arrested, you're
being asked to come to the station.

Better go and wash your hands first.

How did you make out
at the tossing school?

What tossing school?

You coppers don't seem to realise
a man has a living to make.

Who's going to repay
all this business we drop?

Better write to your
Member of Parliament about it.

I've changed my mind. I'm not coming
with you. I'm too busy.

I'll have to take on all Clogger's jobs.

And I've changed my mind.

I'm sending you in first.
Go on, put him in the car.

- You mean, you're not taking him?
- I'm splitting you up.

Besides, he hasn't washed his hands yet.

Tell the driver to come back
as soon as he's taken him in.

Come on, you too.
Freshen up for tea.

You've no right snooping round here
without a warrant.

If I did everything that was right,
I'd arrest you here on the spot.

For what?

- Committing a felony.
- What felony, for instance?

Murder, for instance!

Take him outside.

Take your hands off me.
I've read about you coppers.

Only read about us, Clogger?

Your hiding place
wasn't good enough, was it?

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- I think you do.

I think this is a quarter share of the money
taken from a 19-year-old murdered girl.

I'm taking you into custody, Roach.
- This isn't my garage!

I only work here.
- It was you, Don Starling and Laurie Lovett.

Now, who was the fourth?
- I don't know what you're talking about.

All right, you'll have plenty of
time to think it over.

Use the telephone. Get them to send
some men over here

and take this place apart.
- Right, come on.

Right, show him in.

Lovett.

- Where's Clogger Roach?
- Don't worry about Clogger Roach.

He's sitting down,
thinking what he ought to say next.

Sit down.

Cigarette?

- So, I'm getting the soft treatment?
- To begin with, yes.

You know, statements by accused persons
are often a nuisance at a trial.

I don't think I need yours.

I think I've got you right,
without any words from you.

You were the driver of that Buick,
the murder car.

You all made a good job of wiping
that Buick but you forgot one thing.

You forgot the driving mirror.

And when you stole that car, you
adjusted that mirror to your own height.

You left a lovely thumb print, Laurie.

At least, I'm betting it was yours.

Yours or your kid brother's.

What's my kid brother got to do with this?

I don't know yet. We've only
just brought him in.

- You've got nothing against that kid...
- You see how nicely it fits?

We've got four men. Starling,
Clogger Roach, you,

and your kid brother.

I'm admitting nothing but I'll tell you this -
that kid's innocent,

absolutely innocent.
- Then who was the fourth man, Laurie?

How do I know?

You mean you can't tell me without admitting
you were there.

We know you were there, man!

You'll get nothing out of me!

Now, look, Lovett, there were four men
on this job, and I want four men.

If I don't get the fourth man,
I'll get your kid brother!

And don't think I can't get him.

Now, I'm offering no inducements,

but your kid might not even have to go through
the grilling we've got waiting for him,

if I got the fourth man.

Who was the fourth man, Laurie?

Tawny Jakes.

That the lot?

- Yeah.
- Right.

You'd better go and sit down quietly and think
up the name of a good lawyer.

You're certainly going to need one.

What's this for?!

You can't take me
without telling me what for!

Now, shut up, Tawny.
You're embarrassing yourself.

Number three, sir.

You've no right to keep someone
waiting around like this

without a charge. What's the charge,
if there is a charge?

Well, the charge could be murder.

And you've been kept waiting because
we've been busy with your friends.

- What friends? I've got no friends.
- You could be right.

Now, listen, Jakes.

I've got two statements already,
so you watch your step.

I'll watch me s...

Oh, yes.
I've been shopped, haven't I?

Who was it?
I'll give you a guess.

Laurie Lovett. I could have got away
and he shopped me!

What did he say about me?
- I can't tell you what anybody said.

If he said I did it, he's a liar!

I never laid a finger on that girl,
I never touched her.

Starling had her in the back.
He was the one who croaked her.

- And you were in the front seat with Laurie Lovett?
- Yes.

I never said I was there, did I?
- You were there, all right.

We've got the lot of you now,
except Don Starling. Now, where is he?

- I don't know. None of us know.
- He must have told you something.

I tell you, I don't know where he is.

He faded, and I wish I'd done the same.
- But he can't stay in England.

Did he talk of going abroad?
- Not a word.

For God's sake, Inspector.
Give me a cigarette.

Where's he been hiding
since his escape?

I don't know. He only said one
thing, "Keep moving."

That was his motto, "Keep moving."

Give me a light, Inspector.

All right. Take him downstairs.
I'll see him again later.

If he said I did it, he's a liar!

I swear to you, I never touched her!

The Three Musketeers.

Yeah.

But where's the fourth?
He can't hide forever, sir.

No, he's staying around to pick up
that loot. I know it.

It's somewhere in this city.

If he can get at it, he'll clear off.

He might have got it
and cleared already.

Reports of him keep pouring in.

Have you seen today's instalment?
- No.

You can take your pick.

He's been seen all over Manchester,
sometimes in two places at once.

- Furnisher Steele's.
- Oh, yes.

A girl reported seeing someone like Starling
on the fire escape next door.

Nothing to it though.

How do you know there's nothing
to it?

Well, I went round to Steele's and checked.

- Did you check any of the others?
- No, sir.

- Just Furnisher Steele?
- Did I do wrong?

- You tell me. She's a very pretty kid.
- You don't think I went around there...

- It's my duty to warn you that anything you say...
- All right, I'll confess.

Furthermore, I'd like to add, I've been
invited round for breakfast, and so have you.

Me? Old man Steele
wants to talk to you.

- Yes?
- Another Starling report in from D Division, sir.

All right. Let's have it.

A postman who knows Starling
alleges he saw him in Manfield Road

at two o'clock this afternoon.

All right, go on.

He tried the door of the house
and then hurried away.

He didn't knock.
He just tried the door.

- What number?
- Number 230.

The house belongs
to a Mrs Lucretia Lusk.

You want a confirmation slip?

- No, I've got it.
- Two o'clock?

She'd have been at the Lacy Arms.
- Yeah, and right now she's at home.

Oh, hello.
Wait a minute. I'll come down.

You've come too late.

Ten minutes sooner and you'd have
caught me in the bath.

Ooh, what a thrill! Come in.

Now you're making me
sorry I am late.

No, I don't believe it!
You are human.

I want to ask you
some questions, Lucky.

Ohh...

I came in a police car, you know.

We can't use those
for private amusement.

Why not?

That makes it official.

If you come sneaking around here
with your hat over your eyes,

the neighbours will know you're up to no good.
- Give over.

If I made a pass at you, you'd be
frightened to death.

Try it and see.

Yes, uh... business before pleasure.

Well, let's get the
business over quick.

Well, you can sit down, can't you?
That's not against the law.

Lucky, how well
did you know Don Starling?

Don Starling? What about him?

Well, you used to know him quite well,
didn't you?

Oh, yes, but that was years ago,
long before I met my ex.

When I found out what he was
really like,

I dropped him like a hot cinder.

Have you seen him, within the last couple of days?
- Starling?!

What could he want to see me for?
Money.

Oh, I should think so!

He'd never come to me for money.
Or anything else.

He could come to you for shelter.

I haven't set eyes on him.

Why?
- Well, he's been seen hanging around here.

He tried your door.

Tried my door?

When? When was that?

- Early this afternoon.
- Oh, my God!

Now, don't worry. It's only a report.
It might not even be true.

He might be here, he could
be listening to us.

He could have come in when I was upstairs.
I feel safe while you're here.

Don't go, please!
- Has Starling been threatening you?

- Please don't go...
- Just tell me about Starling.

Then...

- He has been threatening you!
- He said he'd carve me up if I talked.

You don't know what it's like
not to have a man of your own

to protect you
against people like Don Starling.

Now, look, don't worry.
He won't get near. I'll see to that.

You have to pretend to be hard
and tough just to keep your end up.

Hey.

Don't be such a softie.

I'll put a couple of men outside
if it'll make you feel better.

Oh, why do you have to be married?

Yeah. Well, I am married, Lucky.

And both of us had better remember that.

Nobody knows what's going on
and what isn't.

I wish life was that easy, Lucky.

Well, why can't it be?

You've got no children.

All's fair when a man has
no children.

- Well, there's no future in it, is there?
- I'll take a chance.

The other woman's chance.

I'll be back here by 11.

You know, I can't make times, Lucky.
God knows where I'll be at 11.

It might be 3am before I'm away.
- You could have a key.

I've never given any man a key.

Yeah.

Well, I'll phone you if I can make it.
- No, don't do that.

Phone me if you can't make it.

You're a bad lot, Lucky Lusk.

No more work. Beddy-bed.

At midnight?

Not on your sweet life.

The morning's different,
as long as you don't wake me up.

Steady, Silver.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Steady, Silver.

I'm going to tie you up, that's all.

Stop it!

Stop it or I'll shoot!

- Come on. Come on, there. Stand back, please.
- Move, please.

- You're leaving yourselves wide open.
- What's up?

- There's somebody shooting upstairs there, sir.
- Silver!

Shooting from the top. Come on, now.
Keep back there, please.

You're leaving yourselves
wide open as targets.

Watch out! Watch yourself, sir!

Right, get your men
around this place.

Don Starling's up there.
Let everyone know he's armed.

- Right, sir.
- If we're not careful,

a good man might lose his life on this job.

Now, come out of it!

In the back. It looks bad to me.
I'll put her in an ambulance and come back.

- Starling's on the roof.
- Right.

- Did you see him?
- Yes, sir, just disappearing up there.

The old man took a shot at him with this
but missed by a mile.

Did Starling return the fire?

No, sir, he raised his pistol then for some
reason changed his mind and scarpered.

He's saving ammunition. That means
he hasn't got a spare clip.

Now, get on the phone to the Superintendent.
Tell him what's happened.

Tell him it's my urgent request that all
the men surrounding this block to be

issued with firearms, now.
- Yes, sir.

- I'll come with you.
- No. Get across the road. Get on the highest roof.

You can look down and tell me
what's happening. Go on, move!

He's in the next bay,
behind the chimney stack!

That's four gone!
You should have six shots left.

He can't go further. There's
a two-storey drop to the next roof!

Do you hear that, Don?
Come on, I'm waiting for you!

I'm not scared of you, you butcher!

Of course you are!
You know I can always lick you!

Sure, with the whole police force
behind you!

You're wrong there, Don!

If you want to have a go at me,
you'll have to do it now!

There are more men coming but at the moment,
it's only you and me on this roof!

Come on!
Let's see how good you are!

Prison must have softened you up, Don!

Are you frightened of one cop?

Look out!
Look out, he's coming!

GUNSHOTS

I got you in the lungs.
You'll go before I do.

Hold me! For God's sake, hold me!
Don't let me go!

Don't let me go! Don't let me go!

Hurry! For God's sake, hurry!

Hurry!

- Darling, you haven't taken your pills.
- I need a drink, Julia.

- Oh, but you know what the hospital said.
- To hell with the hospital!

Oh... Are we going
to have another day like yesterday?

I'm on edge, Julia.
Can't you see I'm on edge?!

But this isn't the first time
you've sent a man to the gallows.

You detested Starling.

He-he deserved to hang.

Well, none of us are perfect.

- Where are you going?
- To Headquarters.

But you don't start till tomorrow.

I'd like to take a look at my new office.

You just can't wait to get out of this house,
can you?

Oh, for God's sake, Julia!

- Try and understand.
- I'm sorry, Harry.

I'll try. Will you phone me
if you're coming home for lunch?

Yeah, I'll call you.

Harry Martineau!

- Hello, Lucky.
- Why haven't you been to see me?

Well, I've been the wounded hero.
Didn't you know?

Yes, I read. I thought
perhaps you were mad at me.

Now, why should I be mad at you?

Oh, I don't know.

Because of what I said about...
about us.

Well, we both should have known better.

You're a great girl, Lucky Lusk.

You'll make some man a great wife.

It would have to be someone
who liked kids.

You want kids, Lucky?

Sure I do.

Oh, they'd fight and holler and
scream

and probably drive me up the wall,

but I'd love them.

By the right man.

Oh, Harry, I...

You'll miss your bus.

I think I already have.

You know where I am,
if there's ever anything I can do.

There's one thing you can do, Lucky.

Call one of them Harry.

Where are you off to, love?

Want to finish the evening in style?

Sorry, dear.
You've got the wrong customer.

Don't worry, love.
I won't bankrupt you.

On your way, and think yourself
lucky it isn't tomorrow.

- Come again?
- I'm giving you advice. Beat it.

Well, there's no need to be...

Hey, you're Martineau!

- Hello, sir.
- Hello, Devery.

Anything wrong?

No, just the social disadvantage
of being a prominent policeman.

- I'm glad to see you about again, sir.
- So am I.

How's Silver?
Oh, fine.

They say she'll be sitting up
before the end of the month.

I didn't come and see you in
hospital because, well,

might look like lick-spittling
for a PC to visit a chief inspector.

I understand.

- Can we give you a lift?
- No, I'm just walking.

It's my last day of liberty,
you know.

Bloody shame
a man like that is so alone.

Alone? He's married, isn't he?

You don't have to be on your own
to be alone, copper.

M2CK calling K51.
Are you receiving?

- Here we go again.
- Over.