All language subtitles for Web of Evidence (1959)

(GENTLE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(DOG BARKING)

(MAN AND CHILD LAUGHING)

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(DOG BARKING)

(MAN LAUGHING)

(MAN LAUGHING)

(BOY LAUGHS)

(MAN AND BOY LAUGHING)

(DOG BARKING)

(AIR RAID SIREN BLARING)

MAN: 200!

MAN: 50, 100.

(SHOUTING)

MAN: Fire! Fire!

(GUN FIRING)

MAN:
Down into the cellars everybody.

Good evening.

Good evening, Mr Prusty.
Oh, it's you.

I thought it was Bill Warden.
Of course it's me,

I come to see the young lady,
Miss Spurling.

Hey, you ought to take cover,
there's a raid on.

Don't worry at all Mr Prusty,
that I had a lucky birthmark.

If this place gets hit,

it'll be goodbye to you
and me two lodgers.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh, it's you.

Wanted to see me Mona.
Mustn't stay too long.

Wife gets panicky
when there's a blitz.

I shouldn't worry about her.
Hello, Louise.

Hello.

I'm going down to the shelter Mona,
are you coming?

No, I want to talk to Pat.
Shouldn't waste much time on him.

What's the matter with her?
It's just the way she talks.

Scotland, what lucky devil
is up there?

You've no call to go reading
my private correspondence.

You're up on your
high horse tonight, Mona.

What's the matter with you?
What's it all about?

I need some money, Pat.
A lot.

Well, I haven't got a lot of money.
What do you want it for?

Because I think
I'm going to have a child.

That's what it's for.

(EXPLOSION BOOMING)

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(BABY CRYING)

Ella.

They dropped a fire-bomb
down the road.

Are you all right?
Of course.

Hello, daddy.

You know what he's like
in the shelter.

Two hours.
Hello, daddy.

What for?

I got worried about you,
it'll be much heavier tonight.

That air raid was super.
Whee!

Henkel.
Boom.

Here comes the bomb.

Wham.
Don't, now look at this.

Do you never put soap on your hands
when you wash them?

(LAUGHING)

I'll get a clean one,
see that he washes himself.

All right.

Washing, that's all
she ever thinks about.

Now now, don't talk about
your mother like that.

That boat's too small,
I'll make you a big one,

a wonderful one.

Now then.
Yeah, that's it.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

See who it is, will you?
There's nobody in the house.

All right.

I'm clean this side.
No, you are not.

Now do what your mother tells you.

Daddy is making me another boat.

Good, the you'll have
the whole fleet.

Then I can sink all the German navy.
(LAUGHING)

DALE: Mr Patrick Mathry?
That's right.

I'm Detective Inspector Dale,
this is Sergeant Swann.

We are investigating the death
of Miss Mona Spurling.

(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

What?

Do you mean...?
She killed herself?

Our information is that
you visited her this evening,

Mr Mathry is that right?
Yes.

I... I called on her.

Perhaps you'll be able to help us?

I dare say you'd prefer to answer
questions down at the station.

Yes, I think maybe I would.

There's a car here, Mr Mathry.

I won't be a minute.

Paul, will you please keep still?

Who was it?

Some men.

Some men?
I'll tell you about it outside.

Here's your boat son, Queen Mary.

Oh good,
I will be able to torpedo her.

I've got to go out now, Paul,

so be a good boy and go to bed,
when your mother tells you.

Goodnight.
Goodnight, Dad.

(IMITATING BOAT HORN BLOWING)

(BOAT HORN BLOWING)

(GRAND ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

♪ Call me your honey

♪ The sea is there for me

♪ And I go sailing far

♪ On the stormy great sea ♪
How does it look to you, Paul?

What?

Fine old city of Liverpool,
how does it look to you now?

20 years, eh Doc?
I really don't remember.

My mother never talked much about
things that happened to us

before we were evacuated.

Yeah, I guess the bombing must have
changed things quite a bit.

Oh aye, you sure have
got a problem finding

your old man here in just four days.

I don't know why you should be
so crazy to find your father.

Me?

I sail half way around the world
getting away from mine.

(LAUGHING)

Yeah.
♪ Call me your honey ♪

I just want to clear things up.

♪ The sea is there for me ♪

(BOAT HORN BLOWING)

Morning.
Good morning.

I wonder if you could tell me
where I could find Mr Albert Prusty,

or if he is still alive?
I think he is still alive.

It's me.
(LAUGHING)

I'm sorry, excuse me,
I didn't know Mr Prusty.

My name is Paul Mathry.

I hope you don't mind me
asking you a lot of questions,

but do you own this place,
have you lived here long?

40 years about. I've had the shop
and lived here, too.

You were here during the war then?
In the war? Yes.

You see Mr Prusty,
the reason I'm here

is because of this letter.
It mentions your address.

My parents used to live in Liverpool
at the beginning of the war.

I was born over here.

This letter is from
Mr Enoch Oswald.

Yes, do you know him?
Know of him?

Of course, everyone has heard of
Mr Oswald, very important man.

President of the
Liverpool Welfare Association,

does a lot of charity.
Eagle, my dear?

He owns the whole of the
North Star Shipping Company, too.

You've heard of that?
Oh yes, Sir.

"I hope the tragic events
of 52 Ushaw place

"will soon be forgotten."

Seems that this welfare association
must have helped my mother

when we evacuated to the States.
Your mother, was it?

Mm-hmm.

Is that what you said
your name was, Mathry?

You remember now?

Yes.

I can see it now.

Patrick Mathry's son.

You knew him, then?

I'm not likely to forget him.

So now you see why Mr Oswald

wrote this letter to your mother.

He organised the petition, you know.

What petition?
After the trial.

That's why he wasn't hanged
you see, for murder.

He saved your father's life really.

Oh Jimmy, same as usual?

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Few ounces of golden leaf?
That's right.

That's funny.

That American chap.

MAN: Seems in a hurry.
Yes.

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

ALBERT: That's why he wasn't hanged,
you see.

For murder.
For murder.

MAN: I don't know why
you should be so crazy

to find your father.

Find your father, find your father.

ALBERT: The murder, the murder.

Yes, I can see it now.

Patrick Mathry's son,
Mathry's son, Mathry's...

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Here you are, Sir.

I think this is what you want.
A copy of the paper

for everyday in 1941.
Thank you.

Oh, did you sign
the reader's ticket?

Oh no, sorry.

Thank you Sir, just leave it
on the desk when you're finished.

Right, thank you.

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

I'm sorry, I'm afraid
we're closing now, Sir.

We've got to close now.

I'm sorry, I didn't realise.
I feel kind of dizzy.

I haven't eaten since breakfast,
I guess I did too much reading.

Sorry, we have to turn you out.

You wouldn't know where I could find
a bed for tonight, would you?

I just sailed in
from New York this morning.

I haven't had time
to get fixed up,

it doesn't have to be
the Ritz, either.

No...
That shouldn't be too difficult.

Lena, what about your landlady?
Doesn't she have a spare room?

No.
Why don't you go home

with this young lady now and see?
Goodnight, Lena.

Goodnight, Mr Fisher.

You'd better come with me.
Thank you.

This is it, this is where I live.

I hope your landlady won't mind,
you'd better explain the situation.

And why wouldn't he have had a meal
all day to start with?

I don't know, Mrs Hanley,

he only sailed into
Liverpool this morning.

Oh, this ought to do him
a bit of good.

Do you know, I've never had an
American in this house before.

Let's hope he likes decent food,
no nonsense.

Not like that Faressy
we had once, remember?

Parsee, Mrs Hanley,
he was an Indian.

He was a bit too particular
about his food.

Why don't you take it up to him,
Lena?

I'm sure he'd rather see you
than an old fogey like me.

No, Mrs Hanley, I'd rather not.

Lena, surely you're not
still thinking...

No.

Lena, what happened to you
is over and forgotten.

You've got to stop
being frightened.

Yes, I'll take it.

That's a good girl, you take it up
to him before it gets too cold.

I'll get on with ours.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

PAUL: Come in.

Oh, Mrs Hanley
made you some supper.

Oh, that's very kind of her.

I've could have gone out some place.
Come in, please, come in.

I haven't really thanked you enough
for all you've done for me.

It's quite all right.
Oh, please don't go.

I'd like to talk to somebody.

All right.

I don't know
if you'll understand, but...

Yes, I think I do.

I saw what you were reading
in the library.

My father, a murderer.

They didn't even hang him.

You'd would have thought at least
they could have done that.

Are you sorry
your father is still alive?

No.

But all my mother ever told me
about him was lies.

I always thought my father
died a hero, fighting in the war.

Today I find out
that I am a murderer's son.

You are somebody's son.

Look, whatever he has done,
he's certainly paid for it by now.

I know how you feel,
you keep telling yourself, why me?

Why did it have to happen to me?

So what's the answer?

Don't pity yourself, that's
the first lesson, the very first.

Then you have the right to object
if somebody else starts to pity you.

Right.

You'd better eat your supper,
it's getting cold.

Where is your father now?

Wakefield Prison.

At least that's where they said
they sent him, where is that?

In Yorkshire, not far away.

Why don't you go there?
To the prison?

Yes.
Don't you see?

It's your chance to talk to him.

Maybe you could
understand things better.

That's an idea.

I'll go there tomorrow,
and try to see him.

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Paul Mathry.
Yes Sir, this way, Sir.

How is my father, Sir?

I think I ought to know
before I see him.

Your father has been
a very difficult prisoner.

A rebel.

He never seems to have accepted
even the fact of his sentence.

With remission, he could have been
a free man by now.

Maybe when he sees me,
it'll be of some help to him?

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

Not possible?

Last week,
your father attacked a warder.

It was a violent assault,
completely unjustified.

I ordered 10 days
solitary confinement.

But I can't wait.

I'm only in this country
while my ship is turning around.

If I don't see my father...
I'm afraid that is the rule.

Prisoners in solitary confinement
cannot have visitors.

It's impossible
to make an exception.

Sir, I don't think you realise...

I'm sorry,
I quite understand your feelings.

Oh, no Sir.

You understand the regulations.

And the regulations
are very important.

When you take people,
all right, you take murderers.

And you shut them up.

You put them in little boxes,
cold grey iceboxes

and you shut them away.

Then you have to remember
the regulations.

Because if you don't,
you get to remember

before they were murderers,
they were people.

Like my father and your father.

And then you think
what you've been doing

to them all those years
in those boxes.

That's why you have to have
the regulations.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Come in.

I suppose we all
feel like that sometimes.

But the prison rules
must be observed, I'm sorry.

I still don't understand.
I've got to find out more.

No, no I don't mind showing you,
no trouble at all.

I'm glad you came again.

I wouldn't have spoken like that,
you know, I didn't realise.

I know Mr Prusty.

Of course I've got the electricity
now in the rest of the house.

But up there,
it didn't seem worthwhile.

Some people rented it now and then,

but nobody stayed long,
you know, once they found out.

Wait a bit, I'll just find the key.

There were two girls using
the apartment, weren't there?

Two?

Yes two, there was
the Spurling girl, of course.

Mona Spurling, she was murdered.
The other one was...

I'm a little, would you mind
finding me for me?

My eyesight, you know,
it's not as good as it was.

Sure.

The other was Miss Burt,
Louise Burt.

We'd been to the air raid shelter,
there was a raid on, you see.

When we got back, this man
he pushed past me on the stairs.

It was dark?
Oh, yes, very dark.

Oh, we had a torch, you know.
Miss Burt had a torch.

I didn't see him properly.

I said so at the trial.

Have you ever been in a witness box?

No, Sir.
They tie you in knots.

Half the time, you don't know
what you're saying,

and the other half, they don't
let you say what you want.

Miss Burt, she was so positive
it was your father.

Me?
With my eyes, I couldn't be sure.

I couldn't swear.

(CAT SCREECHING)

That naughty Tompkins!
Where are you, you bad puss?

Here he is.

It's the mice, you know.
He's always after them up here.

I'll just light the lamp
if there's any oil in it.

Here, let me take him.

He's a wonderful mouser.

Caught a rat up here once
as big as himself.

So this is where you found her?
Yes. Louise found her, of course.

It was all very upsetting.

She'd been strangled, you see.
And you called the police?

Yes.

Two men came.

Dale was one, he's a Chief
Superintendent now, very big man.

The other one?
Now what was his name?

There was something
about a postcard?

Yes.
That's what your father said.

A postcard on the mantelpiece,
with a picture on it.

A sprig of heather.

He said it had come from Edinburgh.
He thought it was from another man.

(SCOFFING)

I remember the Prosecutor, Sprott.
Sir Matthew Sprott he is now.

He was very sarcastic about that.

A figment of Irish imagination,
he called it.

He said,
"An Irishman and a Scotsman,

"there should be a Welshman too",

made some of the jury
laugh with that.

Great sense of humour.

Of course it was never found.
The postcard, I mean.

What was his name now?

I can't seem to remember it.
Who?

The other man, the policeman,
I only saw him once afterwards.

That was fascinating,
him coming back like that.

How do you mean?

Well, it was one evening,
it was long time after.

I was just closing up the shop,

he came in and stood there,
looking around.

Yes?

It seemed to me,
he'd had a few too many.

He said something about
burning his boats.

Burning your boats,
and landing in the drink.

Then he looked at me
in a funny sort of way.

And said,
"What's done can't be undone."

You remember that.
And then he went.

Are you sure
you can't remember his name?

Drake?

No.

It'll come to me in a minute.
My memory's not as good as it was.

Have you seen
all what you want up here?

Yes, we might as well
go on down now.

Strange, his coming back like that.

"What's done can't be undone."

Swann, that's it.
He was called Swann.

Swann!
James Swann.

He was a Sergeant then,
Detective Sergeant Swann.

I'd like to talk to him
if I could find him.

Kind of fits in
with what I've been thinking.

(CAT MEOWING)
All right, Tompkins.

I'll give you your milk downstairs.

(DOOR CLICKING)

Lena?

Oh.

They wouldn't let me see him.

Wouldn't let you?

Why not?

Seems he's in solitary
for something he did.

Regulations.
Oh, I'm sorry.

You know,
I started thinking about things

coming home on the train.

Lena, I don't believe he did it.

I think that's why
he's acting this way

and fighting the guards
in the jail all the time.

Lena, supposing he didn't do it?

Paul.
That's what I've been thinking.

I know it must sound crazy

after all the things
I said last night, but...

I can remember him, you know.

He wasn't like that,
the way the governor described him.

On Saturday afternoons, he used to
take me out to a little lake.

It was fun.

And you know, I'm not the only one
who thinks he's innocent.

I went around there tonight,
where it happened.

And I talked to the little man,
the tobacconist, Mr Prusty.

He told me something about the
detective who worked on the case.

What was his name?
Swann.

Could you tell me which court
Swann is in?

Swann?
James Swann?

Yes.
Which court is Swann in?

Number two.
Should be on now.

Thank you.

In your particular case, there's
no excuse for your behaviour.

You of all people
should know the rules.

But for some reason
best known to yourself,

you slipped into this
disgraceful way of life.

I cannot accept your explanation.

Which one is Swann?

JUDGE: And it seems obvious to me
that you are quite unprepared

to make the slightest effort
to change your way of life.

I warn you James Swann,
this is your last chance.

40 shillings, or seven days.

Time to pay?
Your honour.

JUDGE: No.
Next case.

Does that mean that
he doesn't have any money?

Either he pays his money,
or he goes to prison.

Mr Swann, you walked out on me.
I paid your fine in there just now.

More fool you.

I wanted to talk to you,
you knew my father, Patrick Mathry.

Your father?
I need a drink.

I need a lot of drink.
I'll buy you some.

Thank you.

All right Mr Swann, what else?

People make mistakes.

Everyone knows that.

Do you think there was a mistake
in my father's case?

I had my doubts about it.
For a long time.

Didn't stick out my neck
until it was too late.

That was the trouble.

Were you the only one
who had doubts?

What about Chief Detective Dale?
Dale?

(CHUCKLING)
Dale never had a doubt in his life.

Used to boast that he could
spot a criminal a mile off.

And right from the start,
he spotted your father.

But why?

Everything was against him.

That's why.

He was the last person
to be seen with the girl.

And she was pregnant.

He explained at the trial that
he hadn't known her long enough.

Denied, denied.

By most important witness.

Little Louise Burt.

And the jury believed her?

Son, jury believe
what they are told.

Your father's counsel
was a senile, half baked,

crumbling old windbag.

His death was an act
of mercy to him, criminal class.

What about the prosecutor?
Sprott.

Sprott.

Oh yes. Very smart lad.
He was unknown then.

This was his first big case.

Meant to make
his reputation with it.

And he did.

As soon as
he stood up in that court,

I knew he meant to hang your father.

The words sprawled out of his mouth.

And cast the spell upon the court.

I tell you, he was masterly.
The jury hung on his every word.

He's got a knighthood now.

Be running the country before long.
No one catches up with him.

There still had to be witnesses?
Two.

Only two that mattered.

Prusty, nice old dodderer.
Sprott tied him in knots.

That leaves little Louise Burt.

Then it was her evidence
that counted?

Oh yes.

Oh, she fell in the nest
all right, look at her now.

Over the river there.

New Brighton.

Runs a nice little drinking club.

Grapevine, they call it.

There's real justice for you, son.

Your father went down.

Little Louise went up.

You mean somebody fixed her,

paid her to give evidence
against my father?

But who would have done
a thing like that?

Son, you've got an awful lot
to learn.

I'll have another drink.

Wait a minute.

Same again, Joe.
What have I got to learn?

You want to find the real murderer.

The guy who paid her off,
and you know who he is.

I don't know anything.

Here, Jimmy.
You've had enough, you know.

That's the last.
OK.

I know better places.

Trouble, that's all
that was meant to me.

Trouble.

All right, Mr Swann,
if you won't tell me anymore,

I can't force you to.
What's this?

That's where you can find me
for the next couple of days.

In case you change your mind.

Now I'm going to try to find
the man who prosecuted

at my father's trial.
Tell him exactly what you told me.

Sprott?
Yes.

Sir Matthew Sprott?
You're gonna talk to him.

It's just what I am going to do.

I think he ought to know

that his star witness
Louise Burt committed perjury.

Son, I wish you luck.

So long as I can count on
your support my friend,

I'm not worried about
the selection committee. Not at all.

They usually act
on my advice, Sir Matthew.

I'm convinced in you, we have
the next Member of Parliament

for this division.

Is he liable to be much longer?
I really can't say.

You made no appointment,
Sir Matthew is still in conference.

By elections
are always unexpected.

Well I'm ready for the adoption
committee at any time, thank you.

Who the devil are you?

I'm sorry to bust in on you like
this but I haven't got much time.

My name is Mathry, Paul Mathry.

I tried to stop him, Sir Matthew.
All right, Miss Williams.

I suppose as a politician,

I may have to get used
to all kinds of intrusion.

Anyway we finished our talk,
you can take it from me.

It's in the bag.
Good, good.

We must have dinner together
sometime next week.

Delighted.
Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Now tell me,
just what gives you the right

to burst into my chambers

in the middle of the most important
and private business?

You know who I am.

Your name has certain...
Associations, yes.

Sir Matthew, 20 years ago

you put the case against
my father on a charge of murder.

He was convicted.
Yes.

Yes.

The star witness at that trial
was a girl named, Louise Burt.

From what I've just been told,

it seems to me quite possible
that she committed perjury.

From what you've just been told?
I suppose you realise

you are making a serious
accusation on hearsay?

I think my informer
knew what he was talking about.

He was the other detective
on the case, James Swann.

Swann?
Now I understand.

Swann, a drunken good-for-nothing
with a chip on his shoulder

as big as his thirst.

He was kicked out of the
police force, and do you know why?

For being drunk on duty.

Ever since, he's been
a constant source of trouble,

cluttering the courts.

So he's the one who's been
feeding you this nonsense?

I believe this nonsense Sir Matthew,
my father told the truth.

You listen to me.

The case I made against
your father was solid as rock.

I'd staked my whole career on that.

And I'm not a fool.
No, you're not a fool.

You put your case very well,
I read about it.

But that case was built
on flimsy evidence,

a bribery of a perjured witness.

Fantastic.

Fantastic or not,
you could have been wrong.

Look at this thing again
with an open mind,

I know you'll be convinced.

But I'm not convinced.
You won't even listen to me.

I've listened to quite enough.
(INTERCOM BUZZING)

You burst in here making
wild accusations like a child

who wants to pull
the whole building down

because it seems one brick
in the foundation was badly laid.

If the foundation is rotten,
the building falls.

Where the devil is that woman?
Miss Williams, show Mr Mathry out.

My advice to you, my friend

is to stop meddling in things you
don't understand and get back home.

Where do you come from, by the way?
I'm an American.

Really?
My ship is just turning around here.

I haven't the time
to argue with you,

but I convinced a jury
20 years ago,

and that's good enough for me.

I'm gonna try to see
Mr Enoch Oswald now.

He saved my father from the gallows,
maybe you didn't quite convince him.

(PHONE RINGING)

BILL: Chief Superintendent here.

Bill.
Cast your mind back 20 years.

The Mathry case.

One of your most successful cases,
Sir Matthew.

Son?

Yes, yes of course,
she was evacuated

to the States during the war,
wasn't she?

Did?

Swann!

No, I don't like
the sound of that at all.

The point is Dale,
that people should be protected

from this sort of thing.

Remember this,
I may be fighting an election

in this place before very long,
and that's just the sort of mud

that some people
might be glad to fling.

I'll tell you what you should do.
Keep an eye on him.

See that he gets back on his ship.

What did you say the name was again?

Paul Mathry, of course.

Well don't worry, Sir Matthew.
I'll see he keeps out of trouble.

Well, I don't think
Mr Enoch Oswald's likely

to pay much attention
to his kind of riff-raff.

The North Star Shipping office
is a little bit difficult

to push your way into,
and Mr Oswald is at the top.

I don't know what to think,
I'm sure.

I'm sorry to hear about your mother.
She died very young.

Yes, she worked hard all of her life

to give me a good home,
and a high school education.

You must go on making
good use of that.

You intend to?
Yes I do, Mr Oswald.

I'm studying electronics.
Really?

The only reason
I joined the ship was

to see some of the world and to
try to clear up this mystery about

what happened to my father.
Yes, when you landed in Liverpool,

where you found
you'd taken that one on.

Yes, but that was
kind of unexpected.

Paul, are you familiar
with the words used in British Law?

For the sentence of death.
No, Sir.

Like all good prayers,
they have a great simplicity

and in this case,
a fearful simplicity.

As I remember it.
It is the verdict...

No, no it's better than that.

It is the judgement of this court

that you be taken from this place
to another place

and thence to a place
of execution,

there to be hanged by the neck

until you are dead, and may the Lord
have mercy on your soul.

Well, your father escaped all that.

But the judgement of men
can be harsh too, Mr Oswald.

My father escaped from the gallows
and I am grateful to you for that.

Oh.

But when I saw that prison,
where he is now,

where he has been all these years.

That's a terrible thing to do
to any man.

To an innocent man,
it could be worse than death.

Yes, acceptance of our destiny

that's something
we all have to learn.

But my father never accepted
that sentence, and neither do I.

I believe he is innocent, Mr Oswald

and I'm go on searching
till I find somebody

who can help me to prove that.

Can't you help me?
There must be a way.

Yes, but what way?

Now you must know the machinery

of the law are like
the mills of God,

grinds exceedingly small
and very slowly.

That's what I mean,
I haven't got much time.

I must have help.

Perhaps a letter
to the Home Secretary.

The Home Secretary?

No, better still.
Go straight to the fountain head.

I have a couple of friends
in the House of Commons.

A question in the House
to the Home Secretary.

I'll bring the matter up myself.

That'd be great,
you could get him released.

I'd come back to England right away.

I'd talk to him and
we'd work in this thing together.

I really will do my best.

Goodbye.
I hope very much to see you soon.

I'm sure of that, Mr Oswald.
Thanks a lot.

Thanks.

Mrs Hanley, is Lena here?
I want to talk to her.

Yes, she's been home
more than an hour.

I called her down to speak
to that man who came round for you.

What man?

It's Swann. He wouldn't stay,
he just left a message.

Message?
Yes he said,

"Tell him I changed my mind

"and I'll meet him
in the usual place." That's all.

That's wonderful!
Maybe he's going to talk, Lena.

Thanks a lot, I'll see you later.
Oh, just like a man.

And me, after making a real
Lancashire hotpot for him, too.

Never mind Mrs Hanley.
This is very important to him.

You did.
You did, I tell ya.

You just tell me when,
you flannel-face loafer.

You just tell me when.
Sammy Roach never welshed on anyone.

I'll pay 100 to 1.

Don't I?

You are a lousy welsher.

I'd place my bet that you was here.
In this very room.

You know it.
Stop bothering me.

Mr Swann, I got your message.
Lousy welsher. Run him in once.

Getting his own back, that's all.
Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

That's you again?
What is it now?

You know what I want.
To get my father out.

He's been buried alive for 20 years.

Son, once you're in that grave,
you'll never get out.

But I can get him out.

But just one word from you,
the murderer's name.

Get my money. Get my money
out of that welsher,

that's the last thing I do.

Pay up, you lousy welsher.
Pay up or go to Hell!

All right, Swann.
You asked for this.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(SHOUTING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)
(ALL MURMURING)

(GRUNTING)
(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Swann!
Swann!

(CAR HORN HONKING)

That's right.

"And in my view
was not in full possession

"of his faculties."

Is that what you said?
More or less.

Mr Mathry?
Yes.

Chief Superintendent would like
a word with you, the headquarters.

With me?
What for?

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Yes?

They brought that man round from
Howard Street Station, Paul Mathry.

Send him in.

Mr Mathry, Sir.

Come in, my boy.

I wanted to see you, and this seemed
to be a good opportunity as any.

Why are you so interested in me,
Superintendent?

We don't need to go into that.

You know who I am.
And I know a quite a bit about you.

Now look here, my lad.

I've got a pretty fair idea
what you must feel about me.

A man who helped to put your father
behind bars.

But I was only doing my duty.

Your father is just one of hundreds
that went through my hand.

In fact, I'd forgotten all about him
until you came along.

It wouldn't be quite so easy
for my father to forget about you.

You were with Swann tonight,
I hear, when he was killed.

Yes I was.
I could have warned you about Swann.

He's dead now, and he can't
do anyone more harm.

But if you take my advice...

I don't want your advice
about choosing my friends.

Maybe you don't, my lad.

Maybe you don't.

But I'm going to give you
one bit of advice,

and I don't want you to forget it.

My job is prevention of crime.
Get that?

Seeing trouble before it comes.

Now I've seen you,
but I am a good judge.

And I reckon you are the sort
that can give me trouble.

Here is my advice to you
in one word.

Don't.

Do I make myself clear?

You stick to your ship tight
until she sails.

Because I'm warning you,
if I have one complaint about you,

I'll be sorry for you.

And you'll be
very sorry for yourself.

Is that all you had to say?
That's all.

When does she sail, by the way?

Day after tomorrow.

Then make sure you sail with her.

Send Trevor in.
Yes, Sir.

I've got a job for you, Trevor.
Yes, Sir.

I don't know, Lena.

I just can't seem
to put it into words.

But I'm sure that Swann knew.

And you think that somehow this girl
had something to do with it.

Yeah, Louise Burt. But she's
not likely to help us any, either.

Unless...

What?

She'd never recognise me.

She doesn't know what I look like.

It's an outside chance,
but it could be worth taking.

Where did Swann say
she was now, Brighton

or some place across the river.
New Brighton?

That's it.

The Grapevine club.
She runs the joint or something.

If I could go over there
and get her talking,

it might pay off.
What do you think?

Well, whenever you get an idea,
I couldn't stop you.

I got lots of ideas, Lena.
I hope they catch on.

You want some bread?

Please.

You're sure you are safe
for that thing?

Oh, look what you made me do.
Let me see, let me see.

You're not a hospital case,
you know with to do with that?

I'll show you.

No, please.

What's the matter?
I wasn't going to hurt you.

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

All right, then. Tomorrow,
I go to New Brighton, right?

You can take a ferry boat.

You know,
I just don't understand this.

We seem to go along so fine,
and all of a sudden...

I'm sorry, but...
I don't understand, what is it?

I just don't like
being touched, that's all.

OK.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I can't explain.

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(GRAND ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC)

Double whiskey, please.
Are you a member, Sir?

No.

Well, this is a member's club, Sir.

That'll be all right.
You're Miss Louise's guest.

Thanks.

That's a nice dog you've got there.

I like poodles.

Hiya baby, what's your name?

What's yours?
I meant your dog.

I know.

He's Nephew. What's yours?

Paul, Paul Shipman.

Mine's Louise.

Now we're all friends.

I'm, I'm just over here
from the States.

I'm a newspaper man,

getting an angle on this country
from the point of view

of American tourists.

Low budget vacations,
all that sort of thing.

It's a nice place you've got here.

I kind of go for these English pubs.

It's not a pub, it's a club.
My club.

Oh.

They're all the same to me.
Do you live here?

I've got a bungalow.

Not far, you want to
come and see it sometime?

I'd like to, but I'm afraid
I haven't got much time,

I'm sailing for home tomorrow.

Too bad.
I'd like to have seen your place.

(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC)

(LAUGHING)

How come you own a place like this?

I work hard,
and I know the right people.

You're a smart girl, Louise.
(LAUGHING)

You know something?
What?

I like Americans.
No, really?

I like Louises.

Too bad I have to leave tomorrow.

My car's outside,

and I'm a safe driver.
Really?

That's pretty hard to believe.

Were you kidding me just now
about that murder story?

I found a body,
I was the star witness at the trial.

No kidding.

Who got killed?

My girlfriend.

She was strangled, I found her.

That's quite a story.

Excuse me.
Where are you going?

Get another drink.
Mine too.

You found the body, huh?

It was all in the newspapers.
My picture, too.

I bet that jury
really fell for you, huh?

You and those big beautiful eyes.
(LAUGHING)

I'll show you, if you like.

What?

Oh, I kept them all.
All the bits about me, anyway.

You mean newspaper clippings?
(LAUGHING)

Yeah, I've got them all.

I take a professional interest
in them.

Mind you, I wouldn't
show everybody these.

A lot of it is mixed up.

Ah, there.

A picture of me.
I was only a youngster then.

That's nearly all about me.

"18-year-old salesgirl,
Louise Burt gave evidence

"that when she returned
from the air raid shelter,

"she passed the accused
on the stairs."

They tried to pretend
it was too dark for me to see him.

But I stuck to my story,
they couldn't shake me.

Yes, it says so here.
I remember this one.

"Miss Burt was
simply and smartly dressed

"and gave her evidence
with considerable conviction."

"She said she..."

Here what are you doing with that?
You give me that.

Sorry, I didn't know
that it was private.

It is private and personal.
I'm sorry, I didn't know.

(DOORBELL CHIMING)

Fine time to come calling.

Yeah, just when
we were getting acquainted.

You stay here.

I'll see who it is,
maybe I can get rid of them.

You'll have to go.
Who was it anyway, a boyfriend?

Don't make me laugh.
Come out this way.

Something I can tell you,
he doesn't like newspaper men.

Here, go out round the side way,
you'll come to the road.

OK.

(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

That's very foolish, Mr Mathry.
I'm afraid I have to arrest you.

Who are you?
Detective Sergeant Trevor, CID.

Attempting to force an entry
is what we call this.

You'd better give me that knife.

I recommend no violence,
could be most unfortunate.

There's a patrol car
around the corner,

perhaps you'll come along with me.

Wonderful feel of engineering this,

three miles of tunnel
under the river.

How did you knew where I was?

Records, Mr Mathry. Your
lady friend's car number is on file.

And her address.

Loitering with intent,
breaking and entering.

I can smack you down
with half a dozen charges.

You are not forgetting,
Superintendent,

the American Consul...
I'm forgetting nothing!

But you've forgotten
plenty of things.

I told you to stay in your ship.

I warned you once,
and once wasn't enough.

So now I'm putting you on your ship.

I'm handing you over to your captain
with a short billet-doux,

and I only wish
I could be there to see

what it happens to you
when he gets it.

You want to get rid of me.

I saw the evidence I tell you,
I saw it.

Take him away.

There's the letter.

(SHOUTING)

(WINDOW SHATTERING)

All right, I'll see to that.
Put him aboard his ship.

Get him out.

Slow down a bit,
we're getting near it.

Yes, I think it is the second
on the right, Sir.

Here it is, right here.

This dock gate.

(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Quick, turn around.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

He's gone!
Come on, the other side!

Hopeless. The super isn't going
to like this at all.

So you've lost him, have you?

Well, now you're going
to find him again, aren't you?

Trevor, maybe they didn't teach you
this at your training college,

but an officer
who loses a prisoner under escort

is liable to some
pretty nasty charges.

So my advice to you is get him,
and get him quick!

(DOG BARKING)

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

TREVOR: Mrs Hanley.

Detective Sergeant Trevor, CID.
I'm looking for Mr Paul Mathry.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Good evening, Mr Prusty.

Sorry to disturb you at this time,

but they sent me around
from the station.

ALBERT: Yes, yes, what is it?

We are looking for a man,
an American seaman.

Name is Paul Mathry.
Mathry?

Mathry?

Oh yes, he did come to see me
a few days ago.

When was it now?
Come in.

You haven't seen him since,
Mr Prusty?

The CID seem to think
he maybe trying to hide here.

Oh no, not since... He hasn't
been here, when was it now?

I can't remember exactly.

All right, Sir. Well they want him
on some pretty serious charges.

So if he does turn up,
let us know right away, will you?

Yes, I will, yes of course.

Fancy that, serious charges,
he seemed such a nice young man.

Sorry to bother you, Mr Prusty,
good night.

Goodnight, officer.

Goodness me, all this excitement.

I wonder, would you mind
finding the key for me?

My eyesight, you know.
It's not as good as it was.

Thanks a lot, Mr Prusty.
Yes, well, shall we go up?

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes, issue desk.

Miss Anderson.

Please hold the line.

Thank you.
Hello?

Paul.
Where are you?

Everything's OK.

I am at Prusty's.
Prusty, the tobacconist.

The police were around
Mrs Hanley last night.

What happened?

Lena, I don't want to say
too much like this but...

I'm really onto something now,
I can't give up.

Real evidence, Lena.

How wonderful.

I want to hear about it,
when can I see you?

Oh, when are you free?
Tonight?

Right, oh and bring
my shaving kit, will you?

Only be careful,
don't let the police follow you.

They may be still
watching the house.

Yes, I'll keep my eyes open, yes.

Best go now. Bye bye,
take care of yourself.

It's a ridiculous situation.
Ridiculous.

I can't see that you'll come out
of it very well either, Dale.

I took all possible precautions.
After all, it was your suggestion.

Yes, yes I know all that.

The point is that the fellow's
at large and seems to be violent.

Has his ship sailed, by the way?
By this morning's tide.

That's something. Now we can
arrest him for illegal entry.

And detain him ourselves.
Got to find him yet.

I know that, Superintendent,
that's your job.

Any information you give to the
press must be carefully worded.

There must be no hint
of any connection with past history.

No, just say he is wanted
on various charges,

and give his description.

The public can help us quite a lot
in these things, you know.

It's most unfortunate.
Wrong kind of publicity

can be very damaging to me.

My chances of nomination
as a parliamentary candidate.

The man's violent.

I think I should be afforded
police protection

under the circumstances.
Very good, Sir Matthew.

But handle it with discretion.

Tact isn't your strong point,
is it, Superintendent?

You are rather like
a bull in a china shop.

I do my duties, Sir Matthew,
as well as I can.

I had the evidence right in my hands
just for that one moment.

And then she grabbed it.

Couldn't you see what it said,
or who it was from?

No, it wasn't signed,
and I didn't have time.

I shouldn't have tried to break in,
I should have waited.

Louise wasn't bribed, Lena,

she blackmailed the killer,
that card was her weapon.

To think I was in the same house
with the man,

with that man who sent my father
to his living death.

Oh, if only we had the card.

Well, you can't leave here now,
that will be much too dangerous.

The police will be
watching her house.

There was something else
about that card, too.

What?
I don't know, something familiar.

I was trying to take in
so many things at once,

I didn't have time.

You know, Paul.
What?

I think we really should
have some help now.

We can't do anything more
just by ourselves.

Yes, but who?

I know someone I think who would.
He's a journalist

here in the Clarion.

I know him quite well,
I think we can trust him.

What's his name?
Dunn, Robert Dunn.

He is a good man, Paul, he...

He helped me once
when I needed help quite badly.

I didn't know
there was anybody else, Lena.

I mean I just
hadn't thought about it.

No, Paul.

You don't understand, he is...
Lena, you know how I feel.

(LIGHT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(HORN BLARING)

No, don't.

I'm sorry, Lena.

Paul.

You can send your friend over,
if you still want to.

Of course I still want to.

My father was convicted
of murder, wasn't he?

I guess that rates me pretty low.

Oh, I'm sorry, Paul.

I am sorry you felt
you had to say that.

(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Who is it?

Mr Mathry?
Yes.

Good morning.
Good morning.

Well Mr Mathry, from what I hear,
you have been having rather a lot

of unwanted attention
from our city police.

Yes, you might call it that.
Interesting, very interesting.

As you see I'm a journalist.
I like to hear other people talk.

Can you talk whilst you shave?
Sure, sure, sit down.

I'll tell you a story, Mr Dunn.

That's what I like
best of all, Mr Mathry.

A good story.

(ALL CHATTERING)

My copy, Mac.

I think you ought to read it.

(GRUMBLING)

Great stuff, I won't print it.
You're wrong Mac.

It's a big story,
could make national headlines.

It could also land us
right in the dirt

with Chief Superintendent Dale.

Our crime reporter
will love you for that.

I'll try to put it in another way.
Nothing doing, Bob.

Prosecutor in the Mathry trial
was a bright young barrister

since knighted and with ambitions
to stand for Parliament.

Not Sprott, was it?
Sir Matthew Sprott.

Now, wouldn't the powers that be
at Clarion Newspaper

get some satisfaction
from seeing Sir Matthew

lose a little face?

All right.

Show it to the legal boys,
if they say it is OK,

we'll roll it.

Thanks, Mac.

Hey, the police are still
looking for that young fellow.

How the hell did you
happen to find him, anyway?

Let's call it an unexpected dividend
from my golden heart, Mac.

(SCOFFING)
(LAUGHING)

(GRAND ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Obstruction,
that's what I call it.

Obstruction of the police
by withholding evidence,

and you know what that means!
But we all see these things

from our own point of view,
Superintendent.

And my view...

I'm not interested in your view,
Mr Dunn.

I'm interested
in where you saw Paul Mathry.

Perhaps I didn't see him.

But it says here...

Yes, it says there, but
let's be our age, Superintendent.

Surely you're not going to tell us

that you still believe everything
you read in the newspapers?

Cup of tea, Superintendent?

(GRAND ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

I want to tell you, McEvoy.

I've had a call
from the Home office today

asking me for a full report.

Now I've been through every scrap
of evidence in this trial,

and there's no doubt in my mind,
that Mathry was guilty.

However.

However.

Yes, Sir Matthew.

Justice has been done.

Mathry has served a long sentence,
and as an officer of the court,

I intend to move
to the Home Secretary

that he should now be released.

That stinking little hypocrite.

Of course, we'd be delighted
if the release

comes through, Sir Matthew.
What about the inquiry?

No, I'm afraid we can't agree.

That our campaign is unnecessary,
or it is just sentimental nonsense.

We intend to press for an inquiry.

Very well McEvoy,
I'll speak plainly.

I know what your paper's
trying to do,

damage my reputation and prejudice
my chances of election.

I'm going to spike your guns.

Mathry will be released,
but I shall oppose any inquiry.

Sounds upset.

Let him pull all the strings
he wants to, Mac.

We're catching up on him.
Never once in his life

has that man been known to admit
that he has made a mistake.

This time, we're gonna make him.

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

And to the Editor of The Clarion.

Sir, I've information from sources
very near to the Home Secretary

that by the time this letter
appears in your column

all charges against the unfortunate
Paul Mathry would have been dropped.

You got that?

If, Sir, you still have information
as to his whereabouts,

I would beg of you
to give him news of this

and so bring a gleam of hope

to a man,
who has been so wickedly wronged.

(ALL CHATTERING)

Can you hold it!

This could be it.

Here it comes.

"In the case of Patrick Mathry,

"the Home Secretary stated
in the House this evening

"that he saw no reason
to set up a court of inquiry.

"In view of the length of time

"Mathry had served in prison,

"it was intended to release him
at an early date."

Now, our boy's coming out.

That's not the end of it, Mac.

It's not the end by long chalk.

Seems your friend, Mr Oswald
has been putting some pressure

on the Home Office for you.

Maybe he can grant you a temporary
permit of residence.

Which means you don't have to jump
on the first ship that sails.

All I want to do is
get my hands on that postcard

and ram it down Dale's throat.
Yes, but don't jump the gun, Paul.

The police are still keeping a watch

on Miss Burt's bungalow
across the water.

But she can destroy that card
any time.

That's not very likely.

That card is as good as
an insurance policy to her.

A bank balance.

I guess you're right.

Paul, there's something else
I want to tell you

before we get to Mrs Hanley's.
What's that?

Lena asked me to explain.

She thought I'd make
a better job of it, but...

I don't think I will.

We had a little argument
the other night

and she hasn't been around
to see me since.

Yes, she told me.

You see, I first met Lena
when she was a junior typist

on our newspaper.

That's when she was 18.
In Toronto.

Canada?
She never told me she met you there.

No, she wouldn't.

I'll get over the next bit
rather quickly, if you don't mind.

They say she was just 18.

One night she'd been working late
in the office.

And she was on her way home.

It was dark, there was nobody about.

A street gang saw her.

Three of them grabbed her.

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

She didn't have a chance, Paul.

I'll always remember their faces
when they appeared in court.

I'd always been rather proud
until then, being a newspaper man.

Until we published the whole story.

Her name and picture.

So I walked out of my job.
Came back home.

And Lena?

I wanted to do what I could to help.
She didn't have any family.

So I arranged a job for her
over here.

When she arrived,
I moved her in with Mrs Hanley.

Then I faded.

As gracefully as I can fade.

Right out of the picture.

I'm sorry, Bob.
I misunderstood, I had it all wrong.

But there you are.
Lena wanted me to tell you.

Lena.

I love you.

I love you so much.

I guess that's why
I couldn't tell you.

Oh, there's so many times
I tried to tell you.

I know, I know.
It doesn't matter now.

It doesn't matter.

Bob, how was my father

when you saw him
at the prison this morning?

Fine, looked very fit.

I should think you'll find
he's changed a bit in 20 years.

I was just a kid.

I don't know
what I'm going to say to him.

You'll manage.

What'd you say the name
of this place was you've taken him?

It's not far now, a small hotel.
They've given you and your father,

what they are pleased to call,
the private suite.

Oh, you've seemed to have
thought of everything.

I wish I had.

(ALL CHATTERING)

(UPBEAT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Here we are.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Jack Hancock, the Clarion.

Mr Mathry's son.
Come on in.

(LIGHT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Mr Mathry, this is your son.

Paul.

Hello.

You've grown to be a big fella.

Don't stare at me.

Have they been looking after you
all right, Mr Mathry?

I ordered some clothes for you.
I can't get anything to drink here.

Was that your idea?
Keeping me off the drink?

You can order now.
Jack, ring the bell.

Anything you like, Mr Mathry,
it's on the house.

Whiskey, whiskey that's my drink.

20 years behind those walls.

Day after day,
nothing changes inside.

You've grown up, crossed the
Atlantic ocean, been with the girls.

While I've been in there,
eating that muck.

Watched by those stinking guards,
year after year.

But I'm going to make them pay now.

They are going to have to pay
for what they did to me.

Is this your girlfriend?

Yes, this is Lena.

When I'm through with this,
I'm going out.

You've got your girlfriend.

I'm going to find me one.

Don't go out tonight, please.

Stay here,
we've so much to talk over.

But I'm going out.

Shocked at your old daddy?

Listen son, I'm going out
to get stinking drunk

and then find me the company
of a woman.

And I won't pick
the first one I find.

I want her young,

and I want her good-looking.

(GROANING)

Got any money?

Yes, I have money.

That fellow Dunn
isn't very generous with his money.

You'll have plenty of money
very soon.

That's why we need more evidence

to force an inquiry,
some compensation.

Compensation?

What sort of compensation
do I get for that?

Six strokes,
counted by the Governor himself

timed by the stop watch.

They have a doctor there too,
just to make sure

the warden doesn't kill you.

You don't forget
that sort of thing, I can tell you.

Sometimes I dream about it.

Dad, what you went through
must have been horrible,

but going out like this
every night isn't the answer.

Isn't it?

Well, I haven't finished yet,

this is just whetting me appetite.
OK, you go out again,

I've got something important to do.

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Paul, where are you going?

I'm getting out of here,
I've had all I can take.

Wait and speak to Bob,
he's only calling the Clarion.

Paul, please understand
your father...

I understand everything,
and I know who's responsible.

She's sitting pretty over there
in that little bungalow

with all that police protection.
And I'm going to get that evidence.

Then I'll show them all
what's she's done to him.

Paul...

(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(DOG YELPING)

What are you doing?

You are Paul Mathry.

Yeah, we're both learning fast.
This postal card.

You give that to me.

I knew there was something
familiar about it,

I recognised the handwriting.
Give that to me!

Now Louise,
this has been your nest egg

for too many years, I need it now.

(SCREAMING)

Swine you damned swine,
you hit a woman.

Since when have you been human?

(SOBBING)

Surprised to see me at home, eh?

Nothing you do surprises me.

I am sick and tired of that company.

Dirty lot of spongers.

They take the last shilling
and then laugh at me,

do you know why?

Because I don't fit now.
I'm a freak.

Done for.
You're not done for.

Look, I got the evidence
that will get you a pardon.

Pardon?

What the use of a pardon now?

I tell you, I've had it.

I never did the murder.

But it's them that murdered me.

Coming by the canal tonight,
I nearly threw myself in.

Oh, that's great.

That's a fine way to repay me
for what I've done for you.

Yes.

You've been good to me son,
I'll give you that.

Thanks, now you want
to take the easy way out.

Well, drown yourself if you want.

But let me tell you something first.
I'm ashamed of you.

Why don't you stop
feeling sorry for yourself?

You're going to get
some money pretty soon.

You can make a fresh start.

I got you out, didn't I?

Why can't you make the best
of the years I've given you?

I couldn't do it, Paul.
Not now.

Dad, you could.

I'd help you, I'd stay over here,
I'd help you.

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

You'd do that?

Would you do that?

Of course I would.

I feel all ill.

I think I'll go to bed now.

Goodnight, son.
Goodnight.

(DOOR CLICKING)

Lena, do you remember
telling me once that...

Thank you.

That you didn't think
you'd ever want get married?

Devote your whole life to a man.

Remember?

Yes.

Sorry.

How do you think about it now?

Still feel the same way?

No, I think I've changed, Bob.

Because when
I asked the question before

I had a rather personal
interest in the answer.

Perhaps you realise?

Yes, I did.

I hope it works out
all right for you.

Pick a wild American.

I love him, Bob.

I love him very much.

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

I'd like to see
Mr Enoch Oswald please,

is he still in the building?
Your name, Sir.

Mathry, Paul Mathry.

Oh yes, Mr Mathry.
Mr Oswald is expecting you.

Would you take the private lift
to the top floor, please?

Thank you.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Come in.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

Paul, I've been waiting for you.

She told you, I know.

Yes.

But why have you come to see me?

I wanted to find out about you.
You killed that girl.

Mona Spurling.

Did you know that her face
was the face of a Madonna?

I thought she could be saved.

I was wrong.

Saved?

From the world,
from the flesh, from the devil.

A Mary Magdalene.

That's how I saw her.

I never dreamt
that she would betray me.

How did she betray you?

Look, I gave her money,

tried to help her to alter
her way of life.

I was a slave,
a slave to the face of Madonna.

She swore to me
that she belonged to me,

and to nobody else,
as I found out that night...

It was a lie.

The night you killed her?

I'd arrived back from Edinburgh,
she'd written to me there.

I arrived back in the middle
of an air raid.

I managed to reach the house

just in time
to see somebody hurrying away.

Man.
My father.

She told me she was
to bear a child, my child.

Then she... She just...

I'd seen a shadow hurrying away.

From her.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

I lifted up my hands.

She looked so calm.

Because, you see these hands
had crushed the devil out of her.

The face of a Madonna.

You sent my father
to prison for your crime.

No for his own, we are all sinners.
"Vengeance is mine", said the Lord.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

Your father and I, we've both paid,
as the Lord ordained that we should.

We've all paid.

All excepting the woman
taken in adultery.

But God moves in a mysterious way.
His wonders to perform.

He plants his footsteps,
and see right on the storm.

You, Paul.
You are the instrument of the law.

You have brought her
to the judgement seat.

You are the avenging angel.

She too must pay.

What about you, Mr Oswald?
A great benefactor.

A man of influence,
how is your future going to look

when I give my story to the police?

The Lord takes mercy
on the repentant sinner.

I shall await his judgement
in this place...

Or in some other place.

Goodnight, Paul.

(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(CROWD MURMURING)

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(DOOR CLICKING)

Paul.

Bob's just gone back to the paper.
They got news of Mr Oswald.

They think he killed himself.
I know.

He wrote this card.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

PAT: No!

Wait here.

No, not again!
No one would have known.

Dad, it's all right, it's all right.
Nobody is going to hurt you anymore.

You're safe now, safe at home.

It's going to be all right.

(LIGHT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

He was dreaming of something
that happened to him.

But it won't happen anymore.

(ROMANTIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)