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My name is Lee.

Major with Imperial Majesty's Army.

You're welcome, gentlemen.

Please, be seated.

Please, be seated.

I'll stand.

So that we may inform your government

and of course, the Red Cross,

you will supply me with certain information.

You, the position of your regiment?

We're only required to give you our name, rank, and serial number.

Adams, Corporal, 44312, Sir.

I see you do not intend to cooperate.

This is most unfortunate.

Your name?

Bernard Shaw.

Rank?

General.

Serial number?

Whitehall, 1212.

It's no good, Mike.

Give him your name, rank, and number.

He can't ask for anything else.

Brodie, Private, 73241, Sir.

I'm pleased to see you're not entirely stupid.

Now, your regiment?

You appear to be more sensible. Your regiment?

Maybe your officer will cooperate more?

Your regiment and its strength?

Your regiment and its strength?

Under military law as prisoners of war,

our name, rank, and number are all we are required to give.

So, we shall see.

I've treated you with the utmost patience.

Ways, Ching.

Bloody fine picnic, this.

You'll only make it worse, Mike.

Carrying on the way you did just now.

Well, what do you want me to do? Coddle him?

Shut up, Brodie.

We've got to decide what to tell them.

They're bound to know we couldn't have gone far

in this blasted jungle.

They must know that the rest of the unit is somewhere nearby.

It's lucky we don't know their exact position, Sir.

What do you mean? Of course we know.

We've got to decide what to tell them.

Look, Sir. I don't know nothing about this war.

I don't even know what we're doing in this ruddy jungle,

but I do know there are 50 men out there

with nothing but rifles and grenades,

waiting for the relief that won't be there for three days.

It looks like the NAAFI break, already.

Are you Pang?

I wonder what they'll do to him?

We should have decided what we were going to say.

They won't get much out of Mike.

Your regiment? IRA.

Position of your battalion headquarters?

Well now, they were breaking up and moving out when I left,

but they did say where they were going.

Where? Tokyo.

You will only make matters less pleasant

for yourself and your comrades. Yeah, why don't you wrap up?

I've taken enough of your insolence, English pig.

Japanese pig.

Sing.

The position of your unit?

Squint-eyed nit.

Its strength?

Go get yourself knotted.

How many men? How many guns? Tell me?

Tell me?

Yellow rats.

Dirty bastards.

I knew he'd push them too far.

Wonder which of us they'll take next?

Your position? Your strength?

What guns?

You.

Oh, blimey,

you drunk again, Charlie?

I don't know where you find the money.

Come on, upsy-daisy.

It's your old pal, Sergeant Foster.

Come on, on your feet, Charlie.

Good evening, Paul. Good evening, David.

You were lucky you just caught me, it's supposed to be my early night.

Early night? You're not in training school now, you know.

No, I used to get a few evenings off then.

Who is the old boy?

Charlie Taplow, quite a character around here.

Known? Well, just a harmless old drunk.

Say, I can't imagine where he got this lot from.

What lot? Well, when I picked him up,

his pockets were stuffed with pound notes.

Nearly 500 of them.

The strangest thing is the old boy's hand.

His hand, what about it? It's been amputated.

Quite recently, too. According to the doctor here.

Probably an accident. Plenty of old drunks get run over.

Yeah, maybe. What about the money?

Insurance from the accident.

Paid out pretty quick didn't they? All right, he won it on the pools.

Not according to Charlie, he didn't.

How does he account for it?

He says he sold his hand for 500 pounds.

How long have you been here, missus? Oh, I couldn't half do with a drink.

If you lie still a moment, I'll pour you out some water.

Water? Ah, sugar out, water in, knock it down.

My girlfriend will shoot me. She'll wait, won't she?

She'll have to.

Ah, here's the doctor. Ah, excuse me, Doctor.

May we see Mr Taplow now?

Yes, I suppose so, but he's running a high fever.

He should have stayed in hospital at least another 10 days

after that hand amputation.

How long since the operation was performed?

Can you tell? Oh, two days at the most.

Gross incompetence on someone's part if you ask me.

Treat him gently, won't you?

Mr Taplow?

Mr Taplow? Charlie?

Charlie?

You a copper? That's right, Hackney Police.

This is the sergeant who brought you here.

Yeah, I tried to tell him about it just now,

but they wouldn't let me talk.

Well, I expect they wanted you to have a rest first.

Like to tell us what happened from the beginning?

Oh, the beginning. How it all started?

The money and everything.

Oh yes, I... I met this bloke in a pub.

He bought me a few drinks,

and then he asked me if I could do with 500 quid.

Who was this, Charlie?

I don't... I thought he was kidding at first, but he wasn't.

What was his name? Name? Oh uh, Roberts.

Mr... Mr Roberts.

He said he'd give me 500 quid to have me hand off.

What happened then?

Hey, then they took me to hospital in the country.

What hospital? I don't know.

They kept me covered in the dark,

and what you don't know, you can't tell after.

After they'd done it, they wanted to keep me there.

I wouldn't have that, so I scoots.

I tried to get a lift on the main road at first,

but I, I couldn't, and then I saw this small station.

And which station in London did you arrive at?

I didn't.

I come to reckon that they'd pick me up if I got there.

So, when the train stopped outside London,

I opens the carriage door and I nips out.

Now Charlie, this man who first approached you,

did you see him again at the hospital?

Man? Roberts.

Oh, yes. No, I...

ah, no, I, no, I can't quite remember.

I'm afraid you'll have to leave now.

If his condition improves by the morning,

you can see him again. All right, thanks.

Well, I'd like to know how he really got that money.

Yeah, pretty fantastic, isn't it? And not very convincing.

Inspector Munyard will accuse me of drinking

when I report this lot.

You'd better hang on here in case Taplow dreams up anything else.

But I'm off duty at 10. Off duty?

You're not in training school now, you know.

Well, don't tell me you're going to be here all night?

That's right. What for?

Well, I'd better keep an eye on things.

Are you from Scotland Yard? Of course.

Come, quickly! Look.

Blast everybody and everything.

Good morning, Sir. Sir.

Foster, get back to Hackney,

let me know the minute anything comes in on Taplow.

Right, Sir.

The trouble with policemen, Dave, is they think they know the lot.

I know, I shouldn't have dismissed it so lightly, Sir.

Well, you'll learn in time.

I've known Taplow since I was on the beat.

I've heard him concoct 50 different stories

for drunk charges.

Why the hell didn't I realise this was different?

Just didn't ring true, Sir.

Well that's why I should have listened.

How did that harmless old boy get mixed up in all this?

Yes?

Hackney, for you, Sir.

Oh, Munyard?

Are you sure?

When?

Yes.

Yes.

Right, as soon as Foster gets back, send him down there.

They just pulled Taplow out of the river.

He's been murdered, come on.

You're quiet, Sir.

Mm, oh, I was thinking of the kind of man

who can get anything for money.

You mean, Mr Roberts? Yes, I keep asking myself, why?

You know, it would seem for some incomprehensible reason

a hand was needed. And quickly.

It was all arranged and over in two days.

And needed so urgently, it was worth 500 pounds.

And worth murdering for. Yes.

These are Taplow's personal belongings, Sir.

Oh, right.

Ah, Foster, get us some tea, will you please?

And Foster, have you seen my sandwiches?

Thanks.

Why did they have to kill him?

Someone must have been pretty desperate, Sir.

That someone's been damn clever, too.

He's left no ends, no leads, nothing.

We don't know where the amputation took place,

who performed it, or even why?

And there's no apparent motive, David.

Sergeant, check up on all hospitals

and clinics within a 30 mile radius of London,

and let me know if they've got anything on Taplow, will you?

Right, thanks.

Wait a minute, Sir.

Taplow said he bought a ticket to London,

but dropped off onto the line before he got there.

Mm, well in that case,

if he didn't get right to the terminus,

he didn't hand in his ticket, right?

Cigarettes.

Wallet.

Pawn ticket.

Pension book.

Bockleton, that's it, come on.

Keep 'em warm.

What was that name again, Sir? Taplow, Charles Taplow.

You've already telephoned me once this morning.

We've had no Mr Taplow here.

Excuse me, Sir. Yes?

Something wrong, Inspector?

I see you had a patient here named Roberts.

Oh yes, Mr Roberts.

Could you tell me why he was here?

Yes, he had septicemia of the right hand and wrist.

We had to amputate him.

Could you describe this Mr Roberts?

Oh, late 50's. Possibly a minor alcoholic.

Foolish old man.

He discharged himself only two days after the operation.

Taplow. Yes.

You quite sure that Roberts was his correct name?

That was name registered when Dr Crawshaw brought him in.

Dr Crawshaw?

Our supervisor and head surgeon. He performed the operation.

I see.

Well, if he's not too busy, I'd like to have a word with him.

He's not here today.

Oh, when are you expecting him?

As a matter of fact, he hasn't reported

to the clinic for the last two days.

Is it unusual?

Well, yes it is.

I've tried to contact him at his flat, but there's no reply.

May I see the medical file on Mr Roberts?

I'm afraid there isn't one, Inspector.

Well, surely the recording of all medical treatments

is required by law?

The night the operation was performed on Mr Roberts,

I wasn't on duty.

The first I knew about it was the next morning.

It was an emergency.

Dr Crawshaw's a busy man. It must have slipped his mind.

How very careless of him.

But the rest of the staff must have known about this?

As I said, it was an emergency.

Dr Crawshaw performed the operation,

and the theatre nurse was Nurse Geiber.

None of the other resident staff were called in.

Is that usual? Well, no Sir.

The nurse who assisted, ah...

Miss Geiber. Yes, may we see her?

Ah, she should be on duty in one of the wards.

Shall I get her? If you wouldn't mind.

I won't be a moment.

Not much doubt about Taplow's story now, Sir.

No, well we'd better put out an emergency call

for that Dr Crawshaw.

There'll be no need. I'm Simon Crawshaw.

Oh, they've been worried about you.

Have they? I just took a couple of days off.

Might I enquire what you're doing here?

Well, we're police officers.

We think you may be able to assist us

in some inquiries we're making regarding a Mr Roberts.

Roberts, oh yes, hand amputation.

Rather fortunate for him I was driving back from London

and found him by the roadside.

His right hand was very badly injured.

I assumed he'd been in an accident. I operated to save the man's life.

I see.

He disappeared from here late one night.

I wanted to keep him in for a period of convalescence.

It's a pity you didn't. He was murdered earlier today.

Murdered? Yes.

Mr Roberts was a nice old boy.

I'm sorry.

As a matter of fact, his name was Taplow, Charles Taplow.

Taplow?

Yes, can you explain why he was registered here as Roberts?

Simon! Oh, Simon. I'm all right.

Si... No, please, I'm all right.

Have the police questioned you yet?

No. Nurse Geiber?

Yes? Don't worry, you've done nothing.

Well Inspector, I expect the first thing

you want to see is the file and X-rays of Roberts?

Uh, Taplow. Yeah, do you have them here?

They're in my office. I'll go and get them.

Thanks very much, Sergeant Potter will go along with you.

You don't mind? Obviously I have no choice.

Don't worry.

Why don't you sit down, Miss?

Simon has done nothing.

Now, you want to help the doctor, don't you?

I will do anything.

Good. Now, I want you to tell me all you know

about Mr Roberts' operation.

Well, nothing, it was an emergency amputation.

I assisted Dr Crawshaw.

Yes, Dr Crawshaw told you nothing of the injury?

He said something about a road accident, that is all.

I see. Now, while this Roberts was here,

did he have any visitors at all? Ah, no.

Well, none at all? No one came to see him?

No.

Ah, well there was one on the night of the operation.

Oh, who was he? I do not know.

Dr Crawshaw would not give him permission to see the patient.

The man got very angry. There was a terrible argument.

Finally, Dr Crawshaw made him go. I see.

The matter isn't as serious as your inspector imagines, you know?

If you'll just get that file, Sir?

Cigarette? No, thank you.

Who did this visitor ask to see? I told you, Mr Roberts.

He asked to see Mr Roberts?

Not Mr Taplow? Taplow?

Well, why should he?

I think it's here.

One more thing. This visitor, what did he look like?

I would know him again anywhere.

Oh, you would?

Yes. You see, he only had one hand.

Oh! Stay there, Nurse Geiber.

I tried to stop him. He shot himself.

Simon!

I've been through the files, Sir. There's no medical report

on either Roberts or Taplow, right?

Then we've got our evidence that the operation was unnecessary,

and that story about finding Taplow by the roadside

was a complete fake.

Then why was the operation performed in the first place?

Yeah, and why did that young doctor have to do it?

Money? Oh, it's seems unlikely.

He was successful in a good position.

Blackmail?

Yes, well we'll check it.

If there was something in his past, that might give us a lead.

What about this one-handed visitor who called to see Taplow?

Yes, only he was expecting to see Roberts.

Reception, Inspector Munyard, here.

Look, if there are any calls for Dr Crawshaw,

have them put through to me, will you?

All right, thank you.

Inspector, Mr Roger Crawshaw is here.

Roger Crawshaw? Dr Crawshaw's cousin.

He'd like to see you.

Oh yes, of course, ask him to come in, will you?

Good lord, Roger Crawshaw. Oh, does the name ring a bell?

You know, Sir, the Crawshaw Childrens' Hospital?

Oh, I see, so that's who he is. Bags of money, big business.

The poor-man's Lord Nuffield.

Inspector Munyard? Yes.

I'm Roger Crawshaw. How do you do, Sir?

You must forgive me, I just can't believe it.

Well, why don't you sit down, Sir? Thank you.

Dr Crawshaw was your cousin, I believe?

We were more like brothers. It can't be true.

Suicide? He had no cause.

Well, we believe he shot himself trying to avoid arrest.

Arrest? On what charge?

Well, your cousin performed an operation,

which to say the least, was irregular.

Possibly illegal.

Inspector, my cousin is a doctor of the highest integrity.

He would do nothing to bring himself

or his hospital into disrepute.

Mr Crawshaw, I take it that you would

want to help clear your cousin's name in any way you can?

That is not necessary.

Now look, someone paid your cousin's patient

to have this operation, and we believe it's possible

the same man blackmailed him into performing it.

First you accuse him of performing an illegal operation

and then you suggest blackmail. Possibly.

Obviously you haven't the faintest conception what sort of man he was.

I can understand you wanting to defend him,

but there's no doubt that he performed this operation

on a man who has since been murdered.

Murdered?

Yes, I hope Dr Crawshaw was involved only in the operation,

but we can only establish that by getting at the truth.

Yes, yes, you're right.

I can't deny that I've noticed some change in Simon recently.

In what way? He seemed on edge.

Worried about something. Money?

He wasn't a wealthy man,

but both us sank a lot into this establishment.

Although, he asked me for a loan. A loan?

Yes, I wish I'd given it to him now.

He wanted 500 pounds in cash.

Did he say why he wanted it?

No, that's why I didn't let him have it.

It's rather difficult.

You see, he'd got himself involved with one of the nurses on the staff.

I thought he wanted it for her.

Nurse Geiber? Yes, that's right.

I see.

Ah, Dr Crawshaw never mentioned this operation to you at all?

Never, and I still don't believe it.

Yes, well that'll be all for the moment.

We'll contact you later if there's anything else, Sir.

Inspector, I'm a wealthy man with a great deal of influence,

and I'll spare neither to prove Simon's innocence.

And I shall look for the truth, Mr Crawshaw.

Good day, Inspector.

Yes, Sir.

Get on to Nurse Geiber, and find out about that 500 pounds.

Right. Hello?

There's a call for Dr Crawshaw.

Put it through.

Dr Crawshaw?

- Speaking. - Is Roberts still there?

Who's that speaking?

Never mind, is Roberts there?

Who's that calling?

Never mind, is Roberts there?

Yes, who is that?

Hello?

Hello?

Damn. Switchboard?

Look, get me the telephone exchange.

One moment, Sir. Hurry girl, hurry.

Number, please? Operator, this is the police.

I want an A74.

Yes, a call was put through here just a moment ago.

It's Bockleton, 312, and I want you to trace it.

One moment, Sir. All right, thank you.

No, no, no, I told you a thousand times, no.

Simon did not pay me any money, what you think?

That's what we'd like to know.

Mr Crawshaw suggested there was a relationship

between you and the doctor. Yes, there was.

Simon was my husband.

Hello?

You've got it, good. Yes, hold on.

Right, go ahead.

Leytonstone, 2471.

J. Marshall,

32 Pipnell Street, Leytonstone. Fine, thank you.

We're barking up the wrong tree with Nurse Geiber, Sir.

Yes? She was the doctor's wife.

Oh. Come on.

You know, one thing's certain, Dave.

Taplow wasn't admitted to that nursing home

in the name of Roberts just to confuse matters.

Somewhere a man called Roberts exists.

Mr Marshall? That's right.

What do you want?

We are police officers. May we come in?

I run a respectable house here. Ah, yes, I'm sure you do.

All right, come in.

All right, come on in, this way.

Cup of tea? No, thanks.

There's one on the boil. How about you, Sir?

Yes, please. Good.

No, thanks.

Please yourself. Well, what can I do for you?

We're inquiring about a telephone call

that was made from your number today to Bockleton, 312.

Know anything about it?

I can't say I do. It's your phone, isn't it?

Oh yes, it's my phone,

but any one of the tenants could have used it.

There's a coin box in the passage.

I haven't used it.

Who occupies the rest of the house?

Well, there's Miss Clark.

She's out on business all day. Nice girl, no nonsense.

Who else? Mr and Mrs Brodie.

Are they at home? Can't say about Mrs B.

Mr Brodie's in, all right.

He's been out of work the last couple of weeks.

Nobody else in the house today.

Has he used the phone this morning?

Now, how should I know?

Oh well, we'd better go and have a word with him.

His room's just across the passage.

Thanks. Oh, no trouble.

I'm always willing to help the police.

Over there, Sir.

What do you want? Mr Brodie, we are police officers.

Well, go away. You're disturbing the peace.

We wanna have a word with you, Mr Brodie.

Yeah? May we come in?

Brought a bottle? Afraid not.

Never mind, come in.

Having a party?

Celebrating. Very nice, too.

We're inquiring into a telephone call

that was made from here today.

Somebody been swearing at the operator?

The Allin House Nursing Home. Do you know anything about it?

No. You haven't used the phone

this morning? I don't think so.

The phone's just outside your room?

That's right. Anyone else used it today?

Can't remember.

Well somebody did, Mr Brodie. Mr Marshall says it wasn't him.

There was nobody else in the house. So that leaves you.

Yeah.

Do you know anything about the Allin House Nursing Home?

Never heard of it. How about Dr Simon Crawshaw?

Who's he? Didn't you ask to speak with him

on the telephone this morning?

You're trying to catch me, aren't ya?

Cigarette?

Bribing me?

Been in all day?

Does it look as though I've been out?

The name Roberts mean anything to you?

Roberts?

Yes, whoever telephoned this morning

was inquiring after a Mr Roberts. How about Charlie Taplow?

You're talking in riddles, sonny.

Now look, Mr Brodie, a man has been murdered.

Another committed suicide.

If you know anything about this telephone call,

you'd be wise to tell us.

Suicide? Yes.

Whoever telephoned this morning and asked to speak to Dr Crawshaw,

phoned an hour after Crawshaw had shot himself.

You said somebody had been murdered?

That's right.

An old man by the name of Taplow.

He was in the Allin House Nursing Home

under the name of Roberts.

Now come on, what do you know about all this?

Not a thing.

All right, Mr Brodie.

We'll come back when you're sobre.

Next time, bring a bottle.

It's pretty obvious he's lying,

so I'll lay 50 to one he made that phone call.

Yes, and I'll bet he's the one-handed visitor

on the night of Taplow's operation.

Did you notice the way he kept his right hand

in his dressing gown pocket the whole time?

Mm, haven't got enough to pull him in though, Sir.

I don't know.

Look, you'd better stay here and keep an eye on him.

I'm gonna get Nurse Geiber to see if she can definitely

identify Mr Taplow's visitor.

Right, Sir. What'll I do if he makes a move?

Well, you phone the station.

Oh, and make a note of anybody who calls here.

I'll send Foster down to help you.

Oh, erm... About my early night, Sir?

If the girlfriend phones?

I'll tell her, you've got another date.

Roberts?

You rotten swine, you cheated me!

I'll get you for this.

So you've come?

I'd like to show you something.

Wait for me, huh? Oh, I'm glad you're here.

What happened? Munyard said you might need some help.

He wasn't kidding. Are you all right?

Never mind me, quick.

All right, what's your game? We're police officers.

I'm Brodie's brother.

I think something's happened to him.

Mike?

He's still alive. See if anyone's about.

I'll ring the station.

Look upstairs.

Paul? Hi.

It, it was Roberts.

Kill him for me.

It's all right Mike, the police are here.

No, no, no, you get him.

Promise me?

Promise?

All right Mike, I'll get him. Promise?

I promise.

Send a doctor around, and get Inspector Munyard

over to Brodie's place, right away.

Well, what's the matter?

What's happened? I'm afraid you can't go in, ma'am.

Oh, but I'm Mrs Brodie, I...

Well, there's... There's been an accident.

Oh, no. We, we'd better go in there.

So you heard nothing and saw nobody?

Nope, this won't be good for my house, you know?

Well, perhaps you wouldn't mind waiting outside?

For a moment.

Call me if you want anything. Thanks.

Will you try to help us if you can?

Do you know of anyone who would want to take your husband's life?

Only Roberts.

Roberts, what do you know about him?

Nothing, nothing at all.

Only that my husband spent all our married life

looking for him.

There was only one way it could end.

Do you know why he wanted to find Roberts?

No, he would never talk to me. He'd just brood about it.

I, I know this must be

painful for you, but would you tell me

how your husband came to lose his hand?

Well, that's something else

he'd never talk about.

I suppose that's why I've always felt

it was tied up with this other business.

Roberts?

We'll get him, Mrs Brodie.

Yes, that is the man, Inspector. Are you sure?

Yes.

Right.

Thank you, Nurse Geiber.

My driver will take you back to the hospital.

You've been very helpful.

We shan't be troubling you anymore.

Foster, take Nurse Geiber out to the car, will you?

Yes, Sir.

Do you want me any more, Inspector?

No, I don't think so.

The sergeant's got your address. Thank you.

Oh, by the way, Mr Brodie. There is one other thing.

Apparently, your brother never told his wife

how he came to lose his hand.

Perhaps you can tell me?

His hand?

It had always been that way.

Always? Since he was born.

Oh, one more thing.

Your brother had been looking for a man called Roberts.

Do you know why?

No, I knew Mike had been after him for years,

but I didn't know what was behind it.

Oh, well that'll be all for now, thank you.

All right.

We'd better keep an eye on him, Sir.

He's likely to take the law into his own hands

if he gets hold of Roberts. Might save us the trouble.

I wonder why he lied about that hand?

Do you think he was lying?

Pretty sure.

So anyway, it'd be difficult to check.

Have you searched the room? Not thoroughly.

You know Dave, this is beginning to form a pattern.

Anybody having information about Roberts

is neatly put out of the way. First, Taplow, now Brodie.

Dr Crawshaw's suicide must have saved another killing.

But where does Brodie fit in?

He's tied up with Roberts, somehow.

He was led to believe it was Roberts who had the amputation.

Sir? What is it?

Ah, records?

Have you checked on my inquiry about Brodie?

Michael John Brodie. Yeah.

He was born with no deformities.

Yes, that's what I expected, thanks.

Dr Crawshaw's personal papers.

Well, they might tell us something.

Well, keep you occupied. You having a free morning, Sir?

You watch it or you'll never get that evening off.

The girlfriend's complaining. She's forgotten what I look like.

She's complaining? Yes Sir, she...

Anything else cropped up?

No, Brodie's version of his brother's missing hand

was a lot of nonsense. Did you call on it?

Yes. There's something fishy there, Sir.

His landlady said he packed a bag and left early this morning.

Ah, now what's he up to?

Munyard?

Speaking. Mrs Brodie.

Yes, Mrs Brodie? Someone's been following me.

All the afternoon, Inspector.

I don't know.

I first noticed him when I was shopping.

Mrs Brodie?

- What do you want? - I want to talk to you.

Who are you?

Mrs Brodie? Mrs Brodie?

Damn.

Dave, grab the car and get over to Mrs Brodie.

At the double. Right.

Who are you? Why have you been following me?

I'm not going to hurt you. I want to speak to you.

I've come up specially from Norwich.

I was a friend of your husband's.

You knew Mike? Yes.

Can we talk somewhere?

You can leave the door open if you like.

Well, what do you want?

You, you, you said you were a friend of Mike's?

Yes, a very old friend. My name's Adams, George Adams.

Did Mike never mention me? Well no, I don't think so.

I knew him in the old days.

I'd read that he'd been... That he was dead,

and I wanted to see you. Why?

I think I know who killed him.

You, why haven't you been to the police?

He'd kill me, too. Roberts?

You know about him? Only the little Mike told me.

What was that?

Oh, it seems Mike had some grudge against him

and wanted revenge of some kind.

He had good reason, believe me. We both did.

Mrs Brodie, I said just now that I couldn't

go to the police about Roberts,

but you could, if I told you what I know.

Police, did you...?

Well, I was on the phone tp them when you came.

What shall I do? I can't tell them.

I can't, Roberts would find out. How can I get out?

Help me.

All right, come this way, quickly.

Through there, the door leads to an alley, hurry.

Are you all right, Mrs Brodie? Yes.

What happened? The man who'd been following me.

He came here. What did he want?

He said he was a friend of Mike's.

Well, why didn't you keep him here?

Poor man was as frightened as me.

Look, Mrs Brodie, you'd better help

if you want us to find your husband's killer.

Oh, but that wasn't him. How do you know?

He was like Mike, he only had one hand.

Did he tell you anything about himself?

Yes, he said his name was Adams.

Adams? George Adams.

He came up from the country.

You seemed to have had a nice, cosy little chat.

Did he say how he came to know your husband?

No, only that they'd known each other in the old days.

Was your husband in the forces, Mrs Brodie?

Yes he was. The Army, why?

Just an idea.

Yes, demobbed, 1946. Right, thank you.

That was a good hunch, Dave.

Adams and Brodie were in the Army together.

Adams now lives at Great Wakering. That's a small village

about four and half miles outside Norwich.

That ties up, Sir.

This could be the break. Yes, it could be.

At least Adams is a link between Brodie and Roberts.

Unless Adams is Roberts?

Mm.

You know, we seem to be going around in circles.

If only we could sort these pieces out.

Now look, let's see what we've got amongst this lot.

Oh no, I'll never keep a girlfriend at this rate.

Perhaps you'll give me an evening off for the honeymoon, Sir?

Young officers shouldn't get hitched.

Well, you did. Oh, that's different.

I married the super'S daughter.

Is that how you became an inspector?

Yeah.

Munyard.

Mrs Brodie. Yes, speaking.

No, just rang me, Inspector.

A man's got in touch with him who knows Roberts.

Yes, he's meeting him at Liverpool Street Station,

and he's taking him to Norwich to see Roberts.

Did Noel Brodie tell you the name of the man who contacted him?

Yes, he did.

Who? Are you sure?

Right. Thanks, Mrs Brodie.

I think we know who Roberts is.

Are we off again, Sir? Yes, to see Adams.

Uh-uh, that address.

I had my suspicions for some time

that Adams and Roberts were the same.

You couldn't be mistaken? Of course not.

I found posted positive proof among my cousin's papers.

Roberts changed his name to Adams soon after the war.

And what do you plan to do, Mr Crawshaw?

That's up to you, my friend.

He'll recognise me, so you'll have to go up to the house alone.

Don't worry, I'll arrange

to have you sent safely out to the country,

after you've dealt with him.

My doll is called Belinda.

Now darling, don't worry the gentleman.

Have you got a dolly?

No. Belinda's had an accident.

Has she? Look, she's lost her hand.

Now that's enough, darling. Mummy, I'm talking.

We're going to see my auntie. Really?

You've lost a bit of your button.

Should I ask Belinda to sew a new one for you?

Hey come on, darling. We're getting out at the next stop.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

You've broken a button, Mr Crawshaw?

So it would seem.

Do you know where the other half is?

No, why?

Is this it? It looks as though it might be.

It matches. Yes, it would seem to be mine.

Why all the fuss? Why are you so interested?

I'm only interested in finding a man named Roberts.

This button, wouldn't you like to know where I found it?

Found it? Yes.

It was near Mike's body.

You were in the room just a few minutes before I got there.

You killed him. That's fantastic.

You're Roberts!

Who is it?

Who is it?

Roberts? What are you doing here?

Who is it, George?

What does he want, George? I want to talk to your husband.

You promised you'd never come here again.

Where can we talk?

Please go away. You'll frighten my son.

Look, Roberts, I've never done you any harm.

I've always kept out of this business

between you and Brodie.

I want to talk to you, Adams. I suggest you invite me in.

Can't we forget the past, Roberts?

Brodie won't let me. I have to see it through.

My little boy's in there.

Let my wife put him to bed, and then I'll talk to you.

The police. What are they doing here?

I don't know. You're a liar! You told them.

Mummy, the telly's gone wrong again.

Keep back.

Mummy? I mean it, Adams. Open that door.

If you want to see your son again alive, don't tell the police.

Please Roberts, don't do this to us.

Remember what I said. George, let them go.

George Adams? Yes.

We are police officers. May we come in?

Yes. Wait there a moment.

I'll come straight to the point, Mr Adams.

Do you know a man called Roger Crawshaw?

Crawshaw?

Perhaps you know him better as Roberts?

Has he been here tonight?

Has Noel Brodie been here tonight?

Noel Brodie?

Why did you call on Mrs Brodie earlier today?

I... Only because I'd read of her husband's death.

Why did you tell her that you know who Roberts is?

I didn't. She must have been mistaken.

You know Roberts?

No.

Where is Roberts now?

Now look, I'm losing patience with you, Mr Adams.

I have no alternative but take you in for questioning.

Inspector, he's done nothing.

I'm sorry, Mrs Adams.

Mummy?

I got away. Peter.

Thank, God.

Are you all right, Son? Yes.

You're not hurt or anything? No.

Better put him to bed, Ruth.

I'll be up to see you in a minute, Peter.

You know Mummy, that man frightened me.

Oh, I know. Which man, sonny?

It was Roberts.

Do you know which way he went? Yes, but over the old bridge.

All right, thank you, Sonny.

Now you see Inspector, why I couldn't tell you.

Look, you realise you'll never be safe until we find him.

The old bridge. Inspector, I think I know we're he'll go.

It's the only place around here he knows.

It's not far, but it's difficult to get to.

I'll show you. Good, come on.

I've got a car outside.

Where exactly is it?

It's an old mill out on the marshes.

Bear right here.

Did you see him? He's up there somewhere, Sir.

Crawshaw, Crawshaw?

You'd better give yourself up. We've got the mill surrounded.

Crawshaw, we know that you're Roberts, do you hear me?

It's no use. It's all over for you.

Adams, keep away from that door, he can see you.

You all right, Adams?

Yes, I'm all right.

You keep him occupied, Sir.

Roberts, drop your gun and stand up where we can see you.

I knew you'd split on me, Adams. You're all alike, you little men.

Brodie was the same. No guts.

Simon was the only one worth anything.

Yes, he had guts enough to risk everything for you.

And why shouldn't he?

I made Simon what he was.

Yes, and you drove him to suicide, didn't you?

No, that was Brodie.

Brodie, he'd never leave me in peace, never.

Is that why you killed him? I had to, I had to.

It was his life or mine.

All right, which is it to be, Adams or me?

You'll never get out of here.

Half the police in the county are out there.

If they try to take me,

Adams gets a bullet through his head.

We'll get you sooner or later.

We'll see. Tell your men to let me through.

Now.

This is Inspector Munyard. Roberts is coming out.

He's got a hostage with him. You're to let him through.

You haven't killed all the Brodies yet, Roberts.

Stay there. It was Mike's last wish,

that I should square the deal for him.

Keep back, he's holding Adams. An eye for an eye, Roberts.

Or should I say a hand for a hand?

Brodie, don't be a fool. We'll get him.

Put it down!

There he goes.

Let's go.

After him.

Don't worry, Brodie.

The law will square a deal for you.

Now I think I'd better take care of that.

It's all right, it just grazed my shoulder.

See if you can phone a doctor, Brodie.

Well, Roberts won't get far now.

Not with that bullet in him. No, I suppose not.

Cigarette?

No, thanks. I only use these.

You know, in a way, I'm sorry for him.

It all started a long time ago. During the war in Burma.

Your position? Your strength?

What guns?

You.

Thank you, Mr Roberts. Thank you.

You have been most cooperative. It is of the utmost misfortune

that your two comrades were not as sensible as their officer.

You may go.

Thank you, soldier.

Some men are born strong, others weak.

So who can judge Roberts?

So you and Brodie made the sacrifice for nothing?

I suppose so.

But who can blame a man for being what he is?