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Wait a minute.
Where are you going?

Well? Who are you?

Hawkshaw, the detective.
Keep your voice down.

-Is this old Mrs Peyton's house?
-That's right, sir.

-Everything quiet?
-As peaceful as a grave, sir.

-Ah, then he can't have got here yet.
-Who, sir?

-The Tiger.
-The Tiger? Down here in Peckham?

One of my narks blew the gaff.
He's after Mrs Peyton's jewellery.

If he gets inside,
he'll use his garrotte on her.

We'll surround the house.

If you catch him,
there's promotion in it.

But don't try to
handle him alone.

Remember, he's the most
dangerous killer in London.

-(WOMAN SCREAMING)
-Curse it! He got there first!

Quick, men, we'll run round
to the back door.

It'll be easier to break in.
You wait here.

Skerritt, you wait with him.

I'd look well with
the sergeant's stripes on me arm.

We've got to catch the Tiger first.

Better draw your truncheon.

Curse this fog! If we aren't careful,
he'll give us the slip.

He won't get away.
Not with me on the job.

There's nothing like being confident.
I'll go and watch the side door.

I'm not afraid of the Tiger.

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

(THE TIGER LAUGHING)

-This is where it came from.
-Quick! He's out there!

Ga rrotted .

Joe Skerritt, my old friend.

This is the Tiger's work.

Bear witness, I swear,
that, sooner or later,

I'll meet the Tiger face to face,
and then it'll be my turn.

-He'll have to answer to me.
-(THE TIGER CACKLING)

(WALTZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Have you any objection
if I sit at your table, sir?

Not the least in the world, sir.

-Fine evening.
-Delightful.

-Anything to report?
-Nothing of importance, Chief.

One or two rum cards here
by the look of them.

This is the place for rum cons.

Any trace of the cove we're after?

The Tiger? No, Chief.

But, then, I don't even know
what he looks like.

Nor does anyone else,
except the poor devils he's garrotted,

and they're always beyond...

-Good evening, sir.
-Evening.

As you were saying,
it certainly is seasonable weather

for this time of the year.

-Any order, sir?
-|'|| have a sherry cobbler.

-You care to join me, sir?
-No, thank you, sir.

I make it a rule
never to drink with strangers.

-No offence, sir.
-Certainly not. Good rule, too.

-One sherry cobbler, sir.
-Thank you.

Miss May Edwards will be singing
from the rotunda shortly, sir.

Hope you can wait.
You mustn't miss her.

I don't miss much, as a rule.

-Any business while I've been gone, Sam?
-No, Grandma.

Then what's that smell
of cigar smoke?

The last customer, Grandma.

But you said
there hadn't been any business.

It's our cigars, Grandma.
They last.

Oh, they does, does they?

Now, I'm going for a glass of stout
with Mrs Maltby.

And you just behave yourself
while I've gone.

Any order, sir?

Well, why should I give orders?
I come to listen to the band.

Rule of the house, sir.

Must have a drink
if you're going to sit in the garden.

Run away and play with the cat.

There's another rum card.

Don't look at him.
Just keep on talking.

Oh, it's you, Mr Moss.

You know, you can't sit in my gardens
and listen to my band

unless you buy something.

-Who says so?
-I do.

-It's a public house, isn't it?
-Not so public as all that.

-Now, what's it to be, sir?
-A pint of beer, a tuppenny one.

Ah, the tuppenny beer's
threepence now, sir.

Well, then I'll only have
a half a pint.

See what you've done
by putting up the price?

Lost a ha'penny.

Bring him a beer and see that
he pays for it before he touches it.

Seen the old man over here
by himself, Chief?

Melter Moss. Pawnbroker
and moneylender on the surface.

And what under the surface?

Receiver of stolen property,
forger, counterfeiter.

Then why don't we take him up?

Can't get a line on him, not yet.

-Not worth flimping, eh?
-Tiger!

Don't shout that name out here.

Why do you come here?
It is dangerous.

-And sitting by me, too! Oy, yo!
-Any order, sir?

Yes, my friend here is anxious
to stand me a bottle of sherry.

-Sherry? No, no.
-We||, have it your own way.

Make it champagne. Dry.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you very much, sir.

-l'll cancel the beer order, sir.
-(CHUCKLING)

-Tiger...
-Cut that out, I say.

A joke's a joke, but champagne's
ten and sixpence a bottle.

And that's serious, eh?
Well, I've taken a serious turn.

Always do
when it's low tide down here.

-No ready money, eh?
-No, curse it.

The crushers are getting too hot,
and the Nai|er's on me track again.

Hawkshaw, the detective, you mean, eh?
He's here tonight.

I know. I saw him
as I walked through the grounds.

Then for why do you come here?
It is madness.

It is dangerous. For me, too.

I don't care about the danger,

but the whole game
is getting too difficult.

I'm tired of pottering about
on the sneak,

flimping and smashing
when I get the chance.

There's no picking up
a gentlemanly livelihood nowadays.

Hang me if I even haven't thought
of turning respectable.

Oh, but you wouldn't do that.
Think of the disgrace of it.

-GIBSON: Good evening, Maltby.
-MALTBY: Ah, good evening, Mr Gibson.

-A pleasure to see you, sir.
-Thank you.

-Have you a table, sir?
-|'|| find one myself.

-I see you're very busy.
-|'|| be with you in a moment, sir.

-A bottle of the usual, sir?
-That'll suit me admirably.

Very good, sir.

There.

Though I say it as shouldn't,

there isn't a better bottle to be opened
in the whole of London.

The same as I always
serve Mr Gibson.

Who is Mr Gibson?

The gentleman
I've just been talking to.

The richest bill broker
in the City of London.

And if he doesn't know
a good bottle of wine, nobody doesn't.

And, er, only ten and six.

Ah, there's a co-lour.

-There's a bouquet!
-Bouquet, you call it, do you?

Well, for a price like that,
I ought to have a whole flower garden.

(RAISED VOICES)

Now what's the trouble?

The trouble is you've got
my bottle of wine,

which I've paid for.

MAN:
Here he is, Guv'nor.

Here, what's this mean? Why aren't you
carrying on with your work?

What do you wanna make us work
with jailbirds for?

-Who's a jailbird?
-He is!

-What's this mean, Jackson?
-We||, sir, you see, I was...

-No lies, now.
-Come on, we know the truth.

He's a ticket of leave man.

-Is this true?
-Yes.

Well, we're not working with jailbirds
and that's flat.

And I'm not employing 'em either.

Now, go and get your hat and coat
and clear out.

JACKSON: Give me a chance, sir.
I'm trying to go straight.

MALTBY:
Here are your wages. Now, get out.

Why don't you give me a chance, sir?
You're driving me back to crime.

I've got my reputation to think of,
same as these boys here.

I'll only deal with honest people.
Now, get out.

Now, boys, attend to your customers.

And I promise you,
such a thing'll never happen again.

-Righto, Maltby.
-There you are.

That's what happens
when peoples will try to be respectable.

(CHUCKLING)

A big, big nil desperados.

It isn't so bad as all that yet.

Wait till I show you what I've got.

The beautifullest bunch
of Bank of England flimsies

that ever came out of Birmingham.

Yes. Listen to the crackle.

Never mind about that.
Let's have a look at them.

Every one of em's got
the watermark, right?

The governor of the Bank of England
wouldn't know the difference.

The safest paper to work,
cheap, dirt cheap,

and you can have credit
till you've planted it.

Yes, and if I'm nabbed,
it means a lifer.

Oh, who wants you to plant it?

Plenty of flats about that'll
help you to plant it.

And it's cheap, cheap.
Two pound ten for a tenner.

-If that's your price, you can keep 'em.
-No, now, wait, wait.

Can't we do business like gentlemen?

-What's your offer?
-Fifteen shillings for a tenner.

-Fifteen shillings? Daylight robbery.
-Take it or leave it.

Well, make it twenty-five bob.

Fifteen shillings.

Oh, a guinea, then.
Twenty-one shillings.

-You heard what I said.
-(MUSICIANS PLAYING FLOURISH)

Ladies and gentlemen, I have the
pleasure to introduce Miss May Edwards

whom you all know so well.

Miss May Edwards.

(APPLAUSE)

(ORCHESTRA PLAYING
"ON WINGS OF SONG")

-J' On wings of song I'll bear thee... ♪
-That's sixteen shillings, remember.

-Be quiet.
-J' Across the sunlit sea

♪ Come, oh, my love, prepare thee

♪ Through dreamland to wander with me

♪ A garden I know of roses

♪ With moonlight silvered o'er... ♪

But I thought we came here
to do business.

That's the business that interests me.

That girl? That singing girl?

-You're not still hankering after her?
-I've been here night after night,

just for the pleasure
of listening to her.

But you haven't even
spoken to her, have you?

No, up to now I've had to be content
with listening to her.

-But, tonight...
-You must be mad.

I can understand you risking everything
to come here for these.

That's business.

♪ I'll sing this song entrancing

♪ Of a land with sunlit skies

♪ And of the bright scenes enhancing

♪ Together we'll dream, thou and I

♪ Of gardens all fragrant with flowers

♪ With roses rich and red

♪ Where blossoming orange bowers

♪ Shall shade us wandering there

♪ Where blossoming orange bowers

♪ Shall shade us wandering there

♪ Where gleaming torrents are rushing

♪ Unto the river's bed

♪ Birds at the twilight hushing

♪ While stars are asleep o'erhead

♪ Where wood doves are drowsily flying

♪ To nesting forests above

♪ Where balmy winds are sighing

♪ To kiss thy lips, my love

♪ Where balmy winds are sighing

♪ To kiss thy lips

♪ My love ♪

Leave that champagne alone.

I thought it was mine.
I paid for it, didn't I?

-Yes, but the girl's going to drink it.
-But, look here!

Pay me five shillings
for the share of the bottle.

Bob!

Looks as though I've arrived
at the right moment.

-I wasn't expecting you.
-I had to come.

-I've got some news for you.
-Good news?

Er... Well, come and sit down.

I've been made personal clerk to Purser.
It means a rise in salary.

-Oh, how wonderful, Bob!
-And good prospects, too.

I can really regard myself
as settled down now, in a good position.

Oh, darling,
I always knew you'd succeed.

-Got something else to tell you, too.
-Your order, sir?

-Yes, a bottle of champagne.
-Oh, Bob, how extravagant.

Tonight we celebrate.
You'll know why in a minute.

-Quick, man, fetch the champagne.
-Very good, sir.

Not tonight.
Not tonight, anyway.

Shut up, damn you. Shut up.

I can't wait any longer.
What was it you wanted to tell me?

Look.

What are they?

Five brand-new
Bank of England ten pound notes.

-Where did you get them from?
-The bank itself. They're my savings.

Now, we're going to spend it
on buying our furniture.

-Oh, Bob!
-We||, my position's secure.

And now I know I can support you
in the way I'd wish to.

We'll get a little house.

Somewhere down
Peckham way, I thought.

And here's the furniture.
Take them, darling.

Rustle them in your fingers.

All our worldly possessions
held in the hollow of your hand.

It all seems too good to be true.

Are you sure it isn't a dream?

Miss Edwards, quick.
They're calling for another song.

-Oh, Bob, you'll have to excuse me.
-Of course.

You must give them an encore
on your farewell night.

Quick, Miss Edwards.
Come along, please.

I'll come and stand underneath you

-and you can sing it to me.
-All right.

To see all those lovely flimsies
going away from me.

Not the snide ones from Birmingham
but the real ones from the bank.

It breaks me heart.
It breaks me heart.

-Quick, give me five of your flimsies.
-Give you five?

I'll pay for them.
Fifteen shillings each.

-Sixteen shillings at the lowest.
-Don't be a fool. I've got a plan.

-What it is?
-Do as I tell you.

I'll get his money and get his girl,
and he'll get the jug.

It sounds a pretty plan.
What do I do?

Quick, hand me over the notes.

(ORCHESTRA PLAYING
"CHERRY RIPE")

-And where's my three-fifteen?
-|'|| owe you that.

I let you have them for
fifteen shillings, and I have no cash?

You'll get the cash
when I get the cash.

Now, listen to me carefully...

♪ Fair ones come and buy

♪ Cherry ripe, cherry ripe

♪ Ripe, | CW

♪ Full and fair ones,
come and buy... ♪

Beautiful voice, sir,
if you'll allow me to say so.

-Very beautiful girl.
-|'m glad you think so.

(SINGING CONTINUES)

Didn't I see you in her company
a little while ago?

That's right.
We're engaged to be married.

-Oh, my very sincere congratulations.
-Thank you very much indeed.

-I appreciate your courtesy.
-Don't mention it.

Perhaps you'd reciprocate
by giving me a lucifer?

-Why, certainly.
-Thank you.

MAY:
♪ Cherry ripe

♪ Cherry ripe, cherry ripe

♪ Ripe, I cry... ♪

I'm afraid the cigar is finished.
I'll get a fresh one,

and then, perhaps,
you'll oblige me with another match.

MAY:
♪ Cherry ripe, cherry ripe

♪ Ripe, I cry... ♪

-Sir.
-Now, come along, out of here.

-But, sir, I've just seen...
-I don't care what you've seen.

I'll have no jailbirds in my gardens.
Now, clear out.

-Curses, I haven't a cigar on me.
-Afraid I haven't either.

We can get one at the stall.

Will you permit me to buy you one, sir,
so you can smoke our health?

I should be honoured.
Thank you very much.

♪ All the year where cherries grow

♪ All the year where cherries grow... ♪

-Good evening.
-Same to you, and many of 'em.

-Keep any good cigars?
-We don't keep 'em. We sells 'em.

-What do you recommend?
-Same as what I always smoke.

Have a whiff.

The gentleman evidently
has a nice taste in tobacco.

-How much?
-Thruppence each to you.

-To anyone else?
-Four for a shilling.

-Smart, aren't you?
-Got to be with your own business.

-How many for five bob?
-Twenty, and one to smoke as you go.

-Wrap 'em up.
-All right, Mr Rothschild.

You say you suspect this young man

of being in the possession
of forged banknotes.

That's right, Mr Hawkshaw.

Why do you think they're forged?
Did you see them?

It's the way he handled them,
so only a suspicion, Mr Hawkshaw.

I wouldn't know about such things.

-There you are, sir.
-Thank you.

-And one to smoke as you go.
-Oh, thanks very much.

-Crikey! What's that?
-It's a ten pound note.

The young gentleman has evidently
never seen a tenner before.

-Who says I haven't seen one?
-Oh, then, you won't mind changing that.

SAM:
Change anything here.

What do you expect
to get out of this, Moss?

Me, Mr Hawkshaw?

Nothing whatsoever.

-Then why did you come to me?
-We||, I'm a respectable citizen.

I love law and order.

And, if he's a forger,
he's a criminal.

I'll go and see.
Go and collect Wilkins and Johnson.

-They're somewhere in the gardens.
-Yes, sir.

Now, sir, will you have a cigar?

Hello, where's
the gentleman gone to?

I don't know.
I was counting your change.

Oh, well. Good evening.

Good evening.

(some ENDING)

(APPLAUSE)

-Who's the boss here?
-Me.

No impudence.
Who's in charge of this stall?

My grandma, but I'm boss.

You just served a gentleman
with some cigars?

Sold him twenty tuppenny cigars
for thruppence each.

-Gotta get up early to catch me.
-Did he pay you for 'em?

Think I'd let him get away without?
No flies on me.

-How did he pay you?
-Ten pound Bank of England note.

Didn't count his change either.

-Let me see it.
-For why?

-'Cause I'm Hawkshaw, the detective.
-Crikey!

-Ten and six, please.
-All right, pour the wine out.

Must have the money first, sir.

Oh, you think
I can't pay for it, do you?

-All right, get me change for that.
-I beg your pardon, sir.

It's a bad 'un all right.
Brummagem.

We've been following this lot
for weeks past.

You mean to say
it ain't worth ten pounds?

-|t's not worth ten pence.
-What's going on here?

Quick, Grandma, it's awful.
You've been robbed.

We've got him red-handed.
The banknote forger, boys. Come on.

Pretty little plot,
and very nicely handled.

There goes the Nailer
with his mens.

In a moment now, they'll nab him.

JACKSON: You'll be the one they'll nab
if I say what I saw.

-Who are you?
-Never mind.

-I saw you.
-What are you talking about?

I saw you pick that young spark's
pocket and take his money.

-And I want half.
-Come, come, be reasonable.

We'll soon settle this matter
like gentlemen.

Half the money.
Those are my terms. Pay it now.

Very well. Just step inside the arbour
and we'll soon come to terms.

(MUTTERING)

Here you are, sir.
And thank you very much.

Give me that.

Keep your money.
Arrest that man.

What's all this about?
Who are you?

I'm Hawkshaw, the detective.

And I arrest you for passing
and uttering forged notes.

This is absurd.
I got these notes from the bank myself.

I thought so. All forgeries.

Well, mine? What's happened to mine?
It's gone. It's been stolen.

Somebody must have
planted them on me.

You won't get away
with that old story.

That man whose cigar I lit.
I've got to find that man.

-(MAN GROANING)
-Hold him, hold him!

-Let me go! Let me go!
-Hold him, whatever you do.

BOB: No, but I've gotta find that man.
He's taken my money. Let me go!

HAWKSHAW: Lumme!
The Tiger's here! Make way!

(SCREAMING AND CHATTERING)

The Tiger, he'll still be
in these gardens.

See that he doesn't get away.

Make way there!
Lady fainted! Make way, please!

Lady fainted! Make way there!

Lady fainted! Make way there!

(CHUCKLING)

(CHATTERING NEARBY)

Well, well, well.
Very pretty work.

Very good work, boys, yes.

I think we've done sufficient
for tonight and now we'll knock off.

If you do so well as this,

well, I really will have to consider
giving you a bonus.

ALL:
Thank you, sir.

Not a cash one, of course.

Half a day's holiday, perhaps.
Well, well.

-(KNOCKING)
-Ssh!

Quickly go
by the side door, quick.

Come on. Come on.
Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick.

-Who it is there?
-THE TIGER: Open the door!

-Tiger, for why do you come here?
-The Nai|er's been after me again.

Yes, and you come here
and he will follow you,

and so you make
the troubles for me, yo, yo.

Don't you worry.
Nobody's followed me here.

Yes, London is
getting too warm for you.

You will have to make it
a skip somewhere else.

You think I'm going to let the Nailer
and his gang drive me out?

You will have to.
You are getting too bold.

Oh, I know you have to
strangle people,

but don't let it
spoil my business.

Yes, I have been too bold.
And now I'm going to be cunning.

-Listen, Melter, I've got a plan.
-Is it a safe one?

The safest plan in the world.

Up to now, I've earned my profits by
my own activities and taken all risks.

From now on, others shall do the work
for me and take the risks.

But I'll take the profits, as before.

Perfect. Now you're talking business.
What is this wonderful plan?

Listen, Melter, listen.

From now on,
the Tiger is going to disappear,

and in his place will emerge
the sanctimonious Mr Pybus

and the Good Samaritan Help Society.

(CHUCKLING)

The Good Samaritan Help Society

keeps in close touch
with those poor, unfortunate outcasts

who are released from
Her Majesty's prison on ticket of leave.

The sole object of the society
is to meet them

and to help to guide their footsteps
in the right way.

I'm so glad to have
found you, Mr Pybus.

Of late years,
I have been worrying

as to how to dispose of my fortune
when I'm gone.

And now, you have helped me.

In helping you, dear lady,
I am helping others.

How true. How very true.

Here is a small contribution
to the funds of your society.

Dear lady,

your kindness overpowers me.

And here is
the address of my lawyers.

My will is in their keeping.

I've altered it
so that every penny of my fortune

will be given to your society
when I am gone.

You will know whom to apply to
when the time comes.

Dear lady, I hope that will be
many years yet.

I doubt it. I doubt it.

I have a weak heart,
and my physician tells me

that any sudden shock
might prove too much for me.

And life's so full of shocks.

-Ah, yes, yes.
-(TINKLING BELL)

-You rang, Mr Pybus?
-Yes, Solomon.

I want to you conduct Mrs Montgomery
to her carriage.

Goodbye, dear Mr Pybus.
And thank you so much.

Goodbye, dear lady.
And thank you so much.

-This way, madam.
-Thank you.

Ugly! Ugly!

-You called, Mr Pybus?
-Yes.

You saw the lady
who was in here just now?

Yes.

Her name is Mrs Montgomery,
of 138 Montpelier Avenue.

Any sudden shock will kill her.

I want you to conceal yourself
outside her house

and, when she comes out,
just meet her and smile.

Yes, just like that.

And, if that doesn't put paid to her
account, we'll think of something else.

Well, leave it to me, Guv'nor.

Did you touch her, Tiger?

Yes, a cheque
for a hundred pounds.

And we're in her will for the lot
when she croaks.

I hope she won't last too long.

She won't. I've seen to that.

Ah, it's a beautiful business, Tiger,
a beautiful business.

Have I the brains to think of it.

You think of it? The whole idea
was the child of my brain.

Well, we've both got brains,
haven't we, Tiger, eh?

-That's what's the matter with us.
-Who have you got in today?

-Only Larry Slink.
-Slink?

Oh, yes. That's the lad who got
six months for picking pockets, eh?

-How's he shaping?
-Oh, he'll be all right.

But there's still
a nasty streak of honesty in him.

You mean he still
wants to go straight?

-So he says.
-(CHUCKLING)

Oh, we'll soon cure him of that.

Find him a job,

let him get
comfortably settled down,

and then tell his boss he's been
released from prison on ticket of leave.

He'll be sacked immediately.
Then he'll be right for our purpose.

That's right, Tiger, that's right.

And I want a really promising man
for the biggest job we've tackled yet.

What job have you got in mind?

That Gibson. The city bill brokers.

They say he often has as much as
ten thousand pounds at a time

in his safe.

Ten thousand?
You make me mouth water.

I want a really first-class man in there
to spy out the land.

An educated typed be the best.

Yes, that's right.

And what about that young Bob Brierley
chap, now? He's due out at any time.

-No, not him.
-But why not, Tiger?

He's just the very type.

-I have other plans for him.
-But, Tiger...

I tell you,
I'll have no dealings with him.

As soon as he's out,
he's going back again,

and, this time,
for a life sentence.

-(KNOCKING)
-Come in.

A lady to see you, Mr Pybus.

-What name?
-Miss Edwards.

-Show her in.
-That girl again, eh?

You've been chasing her
ever since Bob Brierley went inside.

And where's it got ya?
Nowhere.

I'll trouble you
not to interfere with my business.

All right, Tiger, all right.
No offence.

But don't let pleasure interfere
with business.

Miss Edwards, sir.

How is my little May today?

Very well, thank you,
Mr Pybus.

That'll be all, Solomon.
You may go.

Now, will you spare me a little kiss?

Why... Why, of course.

Oh, I... I didn't think
you meant that sort of kiss.

I've taken it nonetheless.

Surely my little May
isn't frightened of me?

Why...
Why, of course not, Mr Pybus.

Why should you be?

Haven't I done everything in my power
to help you and to make you happy?

You know how grateful I am.

Is gratitude the only feeling
in your heart?

Isn't it possible to feel something
a little warmer?

Affection?

Evenlove?

Oh, please,
don't make it difficult for me.

Is it so difficult, then,
to declare your love?

Mr Pybus, I...
I hate to have to say this, but...

you must be content
with my gratitude.

-And supposing I'm not content?
-You will have to be.

You mean your heart
belongs to another?

-Yes.
-Are you trying to tell me

you're still in love
with that jailbird, Bob Brierley?

Yes.

Are you content to tie yourself up
for life to a convicted forger?

He was never a forger.

Those notes were put in his pocket

by the worst criminal
in London, the Tiger.

-How do you know that?
-I'm sure of it.

And when Bob comes out of prison,
he knows I'll marry him.

Forgive me, little May.

Such depth of feeling
is indeed unexpected in one so young.

There's nothing to forgive.

I shall always be grateful
for all your kindness to me.

Then I can at least
draw comfort from the fact

that I may remain your friend.

Of course.

And, to prove it,
should Bob Brierley find difficulty

in securing work
on his release from prison,

the good offices of this society
are always at his disposal.

And now, surely,
just one more little kiss.

-Mr Pybus.
-What is it, Solomon?

A message, Mr Pybus,
just come in.

(CHUCKLING)

Number forty-three, sir.

-Number forty-three, Robert Brierley?
-Yes, sir.

From now on, you are
number forty-three no longer,

but Robert Brierley once more.

I have received instructions
from the Home Office

to release you instantly
on ticket of leave.

You have worked hard
while you've been here,

your character has been excellent
and this is your reward.

-Thank you, sir.
-I wish you all the luck.

And, er, here is a little present
for you from the government.

-Ten pounds.
-Ten pounds?

Your earnings in the workshop
and allowance.

Now, be careful with it.
Spend it wisely and well.

Well, thank you, sir. I shall
never forget your kindness to me.

Give my kindest regards
to your future wife.

I beg your pardon, sir?

Don't forget,
I've had to censor your letters.

I hope you haven't forgotten
her new address.

No, sir. 21 Hammond Street.
That's my first call.

-Good day, Mrs Willoughby.
-Oh, hello, dearie.

-Come for your smalls?
-Yes.

I'm afraid they ain't ready yet.

Oh, well, don't bother.
I'm in no hurry for them.

But I am. If I don't get these finished,
I'll be short of me rent.

-Then what'll Mr Gibson say?
-Oh, he won't mind.

He's the kindest man I know,
and the best landlord.

Why shouldn't he be kind?

They say he's one of the
richest men in the city.

-Let him wait for his money.
-You hold your tongue.

Because Mr Gibson's kind and honest,

that's all the more reason
we should be honest with him.

What you want is a nice cup of tea.
Come along and sit down.

Sam, run round to the shop
and get a quarter, will you?

Right you are.

And mind it's tea you buys, not cigars.

-Does Miss May Edwards live here?
-No.

-Are you sure?
-'Course I am.

No-one lives here. They only lodges,
like me and my grandma.

-Then does Miss Edwards lodge here?
-That's more like it. Yes, she does.

-Think you know me again?
-Haven't I met you somewhere before?

Now, then, don't come
any of that confidence stuff with me.

-I wasn't born yesterday.
-The day before, perhaps.

You wait till I see you again.
Then I'll have an answer ready for ya.

(CHUCKLING)

-(KNOCKING)
-MAY: Come in.

Bob!

May.

MRS WILLOUGHBY: So here's
your brother, got back at last.

-Brother?
-Yes, my... my brother, Robert.

Well, well, well.

Let's have a look at ya.

I'd have known anywhere
that you two was related.

-Pleased to meet you, Mr Edwards.
-Edwards?

Oh, how do you do?

This is my friend, Mrs Willoughby, Bob.

I've heard all about you
from your sister.

-So you've got your discharge.
-What?

Yes, from Her Majesty's Service.

Er, yes, I've been working
for Her Majesty for some time past now.

You never told me, dearie.
Was it the Army or the Navy?

Well, it wasn't either.

Then it would be the Marines.

-Oh, yes, yes, the Marines.
-That's right.

Now, ain't that strange?

My husband was in the Marines.
A quartermaster sergeant, he was.

It was him as took over
the tobacco stall just afore he died.

Little did he think
his wife'd come down to washing.

But I was robbed, Mr Edwards.

Through passing a ten pound note
for a young man.

-What?
-A forged note, it was.

Not worth the paper
it was written on.

And the landlord
turned me out of the stall.

-Where was this?
-In the Bellevue Gardens.

There's the tea, and you're wanted
at the back door, Grandma. More washing.

Hello!
There you are again, eh?

Can't you come
into the room respectable?

I can when
there's respectable folk in it.

That settles it. Now, you come
downstairs and fetch that washing.

How dare you
talk to a gentleman like that!

(DOOR CLOSING)

Darling, at last. If you only knew
how I've waited for this moment.

Why did you tell them
I was your brother?

If they'd known your real name,
I was afraid they might find out.

It's lucky they haven't, anyhow.

Oh, darling,
don't let's talk about them.

Let's talk about ourselves.

We've got plans to make.
We can get married straight away.

-We||, I must get a job first.
-Oh, you'll soon find one.

I've got ten pounds.

But that's wonderful!
Where did it come from?

All my earnings in the workshops,
my allowances.

Oh, that'll tide you over.

-May, I can't use that money.
-Why not?

-Because it doesn't belong to me.
-But I thought you said...

-It belongs to Mrs Willoughby.
-What d'y0u mean?

Don't you realise that I'm responsible
for all her troubles?

It was I who changed
that forged note at her stall.

The least I can do now
is to make reparation.

Bring me some paper
and an envelope, quickly.

-I have a bill that I wish to discount.
-Drawn on whom, sir?

-Vanze||er and Company.
-Of Penang?

-You know them?
-Oh, very well, sir.

We never have any fear of anything
drawn on Vanzeller and Company.

Neither have I. Neither have I.

And for references, sir, your name?

Theophilus Wake of Wake Brothers,
wharfingers,

Limehouse Dock Street, Liverpool.

Will you sign this receipt, sir?

-You have very beautiful offices here.
-Mr Gibson is a man of taste, sir.

It must be a great privilege
to work for such a firm.

It is, sir.

You seldom have any vacancies,
I suppose?

Oh, very seldom, sir.

I was wondering, a friend of mine
runs a charitable institution

in which I take
a very great interest,

and I was hoping
to get Mr Gibson's support.

If I may ask, sir, what is it?

It's an institution
to help those poor unfortunates

out on ticket of leave
from Her Majesty's prisons

to earn honest employment.

Ex-convicts? Hmm.

Why do you say that?

Well, sir, with so much money about,
it would be such a temptation.

Oh, of course, of course.
With so much money about.

You will appreciate, sir,
it is a matter for Mr Gibson.

Oh, quite, quite.

Unfortunately, he is out this afternoon,
visiting his tenants and pensioners.

And how's my little friend
May Edwards?

Good afternoon, Mr Gibson.
This is my brother, Robert.

How do you do?
I'm glad to meet you.

And, if I may say so, you're a lucky man
to have such a sister.

-Yes, sir.
-Good afternoon.

Oh, Mr Gibson.

-Could I speak to you for a moment?
-Why, certainly, my dear.

Just as I thought. We are
three shillings short of the rent.

Just as I thought. Mr Gibson
will have to wait for his money.

I don't know what we're going to do.

He's here, Grandma. He's talking
to May Edwards on the doorstep.

Oh dear, oh dear.
We must put this room to rights.

Quick, Sam, you give me a hand.

Whatever's this?

Cor! It's gold!

Ten good golden sovereigns.

But where did they come from?

Here's a letter with it.

You read it, Sam.
I haven't got me specs.

"For Mrs Willoughby,
for payment of an old debt."

You want a job in my office?
Well, I've no real vacancy.

But if I can't make one for the brother
of my little friend here...

-Do you mean that, sir?
-You'll have to start as odd-job man.

You see, I've no knowledge
of your capabilities.

But if you've served the Queen,
you're good enough to serve me.

You won't find me a hard task master,
as I'm sure your sister knows.

Oh, I do indeed, Mr Gibson.

On one point I'm adamant.
I must have honesty.

-I'm quite sure you're honest.
-I am.

I'll not tolerate deceit
in any form whatsoever.

Any man who deceives me
does so once only.

-You understand that?
-Yes, sir.

I'll not bother
to take up your references.

-My instincts tell me I can trust you.
-Thank you, sir.

You're Robert Edwards,
late of the Queen's Royal Marines,

brother of my little friend here.

That's good enough for me.

-Good bye.
-Good bye.

Goodbye, my dear.

Look at that. A beautiful bill.
You never saw prettier.

There's engraving.
There's penmanship for you.

-Yes, it's not so bad.
-Not so bad?

Why, why, it's... it's lifelike.

It's even better than the last one.
And didn't that one go through?

Yes, they discounted that all right.

Yes, two hundred and twenty-five pounds
and I only got ten pounds for it.

Yes, but I took the risk. And I didn't
succeed in finding out much either.

Yes, and you took the two hundred
and twenty-five pounds too.

There's a profit.

It's his safe I'm after.

There's nothing like picking up
a few hundreds in the meantime.

No, it's too much of a risk
to try it again.

Risk? There's no risk, I tell you,
if you're quick enough.

Besides, Penang's a long way off,
you know.

It's too far away for them
to have heard of the other one yet.

-Are you sure?
-Sure. I've worked it all out.

The mail four days from now
at the earliest.

So, you see, there's no risk at all.

A beautiful bill. A beautiful bill.

And only a hundred pounds to you.

-l'll give you twenty.
-(GASPING) Did I hear what you said?

Twenty pounds.
Take it or leave it.

Oh, you break me heart.
You break me heart, Tiger.

-Why, I should present it meself.
-Very well. Do so. Off you go.

Oh, now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute, you know.

I... I only deal in real paper meself.

Twenty-five pounds, I think, is it?

Twenty pounds.

Oy, yo! It's a robbery.
It's a robbery.

But... But, then,
you're me friend, aren't you?

All right, take it.

Too much heart, you know.

That's what's the matter with me.
Too much heart.

Yes, that's what's the matter
with you, Melter.

Well, no time like the present.
I'll go round before the office closes.

-(KNOCKING)
-Come in.

Ah, Edwards.
The very man I wanted to see.

You've been with me some time now.
Are you quite happy?

Yes, sir, very.

So am I. I want you to know
how delighted I am with your work.

Thank you, sir.

In every respect,
you've proved exactly what I anticipated

May Edwards' brother
would turn out to be.

I'm glad, sir.

I've therefore decided to make you
my confidential clerk.

Apart from the increase in salary,

the post carries with it
serious responsibilities.

I shall do my best
to undertake them, sir.

I know you will.

Oh, here's a letter for you, sir.

It's franked by one of Her Majesty's
steamers and it's... it's urgent.

Penang?
What can be urgent about that?

Vanzeller and Co.

-Good heavens!
-Nothing wrong, I hope?

Indeed there is. Two hundred
and twenty-five pounds wrong.

-I don't understand, sir.
-|'ve been swindled.

Swindled by discounting a forged bill.

Who are these Wake Brothers
of Liverpool?

-Who's this Theophilus Wake?
-I don't know, sir.

-Make it your business to find out.
-Yes, certainly.

I'll leave the matter
entirely in your hands.

Investigate it to the full, even though
it means working late tonight.

And remember, we must find
this Mr Theophilus Wake at all costs.

Yes, sir.

Good night, everybody.

-Good night, sir.
-Good night, sir.

Ah, my dear. Have you come
to fetch your brother home?

Yes, Mr Gibson.

I'm afraid
he'll be working late tonight.

But I know he'd like a word with you.
He's some good news for you.

-Hello, May.
-Hello, Bob.

I thought we might walk home together,
but I hear you're working late.

Yes, and I've got
some very important work to do too.

-Shall I wait for you?
-I shall be some time.

No, you'd better go home.

What was the important news
Mr Gibson was telling me about?

-Good night.
-Good night.

-Good night.
-Good night.

He's been so good to both of us,
and now, on top of everything,

he's appointed me
his confidential clerk.

Every time he calls me "Edwards",
I feel I ought to tell him the truth.

I know it's my fault,
but I was so afraid that...

I know, dear, I know.

It isn't anything very dreadful, is it?

It is to us. How can we be married,
openly, that is?

We've got to go on lying. Lying.

When you've been here a little longer

and you've proved yourself to him
in this responsible position,

then you can tell him.

-Everything?
-Why not? You'll have proved yourself.

You don't know how this secret's
been weighing on me.

Oh, poor darling.
Don't worry, and don't work too hard.

-BOB: Good night, then.
-Good night.

Am I too late?

I'm sorry, sir.
The office is just closing.

I hope I don't intrude.

I couldn't help seeing
your last interview. But there, there.

Why shouldn't a young man bill and coo
when he's in a bill broker's office?

Oh, forgive me. My little joke.

-That lady was my sister, sir.
-Really?

I'd no idea relatives
were so affectionate.

She's a very beautiful girl.
I congratulate you.

Is there anything
I can do for you, sir?

Well, that depends on
who you are.

I'm Mr Gibson's confidential clerk.

A very young man
for such a responsible position.

Does that entitle you
to act as cashier?

-We||, no.
-Pity. Great pity.

I have a bill I wish to discount.

-How large, may I ask?
-A matter of four hundred pounds.

-May I ask your name, sir?
-Certainly. Certainly. Wake.

Not Theophilus Wake of Liverpool?

The same. The same.

-On whom is the bill drawn?
-Vanze||er and Company.

-Of Penang?
-You know them?

-We||, who doesn't?
-You're a very bright young man.

-You should go far.
-Thank you.

I have every hope of making myself
very useful to Mr Gibson.

Good, good.
That is the spirit I like to see.

I'm sorry I can't
do anything for you now,

but, if you'll call back in the morning,
everything will be arranged, sir.

-We open at nine.
-I thank you.

I will be here shortly after that.
Good day.

We shall be waiting for you.

-You look worried, Tiger.
-I am worried.

Who do you think
is Gibson's confidential clerk?

-Who?
-Bob Brierley.

But how is it you didn't see him there
on your first visit?

I don't know.
He must have been out somewhere.

Is he there under his own name?

No, he's posing
as May Edwards' brother.

So Gibson doesn't know
that he's a convict, a jailbird,

out on ticket of leave?

Not yet,
but I'll spoil that boy's game.

One thing's very certain.
You'll never get the girl now.

No? I'll see to that,
if necessary.

Now, now. Now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute. Don't be so hasty.

Why should we let your love affairs
interfere with our chances?

Vvhatchances?

Well, isn't a confederate
inside the office

better than twenty that can't get in?

But he's not a confederate.

Not yet, but we can make him one,
can't we? With all we know about him.

Do you know, Melter, I sometimes think
you're a bigger crook even than I am.

Well, Tiger, that's the first kind word
you've ever spoken to me.

(BOTH CACKLING)

-Good morning, Mr Edwards.
-Good morning.

-Morning.
-Good morning.

-Ah, good morning, Edwards.
-Good morning, sir.

-Morning, Mr Gibson.
-Good morning.

Everything's prepared,
thanks to your information.

-|'m expecting Mr Hawkshaw.
-Hawkshaw?

The famous detective.
You've heard of him?

Yes, sir.

As soon as he comes,
bring him into my office.

Very good, sir.

-CLERK: Good morning, sir.
-GIBSON: Morning.

-Mr Gibson in?
-Yes, sir. He's only just arrived.

-Take him my card, will you?
-Yes, sir.

I've seen you before, I think.

I... I don't recollect you, sir.

I may be wrong,
but I have a good memory for faces.

Yes.
W-Will you come this way, sir?

Mr Hawkshaw to see you, sir.

Oh, how do you do, my dear sir?
I'm very glad to meet you.

Glad to see you, Mr Gibson.

Edwards, just go the chief cashier and
find out what's wanted from the bank.

-Yes, sir.
-One moment.

Your bank messenger, sir?

Well, actually,
Edwards is my confidential clerk.

-Have you had him long?
-Several months.

-Good character?
-Splendid.

-Have you taken up his references?
-Oh, no, I took him at his face value.

Sometimes risky to judge by faces.

Now, that's the difference
between businessmen and detectives.

We back our own judgment
and you doubt everybody.

-We find it the wiser course.
-Oh, come, Mr Hawkshaw.

You're not going to tell me
you've had Edwards through your hands?

No. He's quite a stranger to me.

Now, all right, Edwards.
Won't you sit down?

Thanks. Now, about our friend
Theophilus Wake.

Have you had him
through your hands before?

I can't tell that till I see him.

But I certainly would like
to take a look at the gentleman

before we do anything.

But I don't want him to see me.

Where would you like
to conceal yourself?

No need for concealment.

One of those desks in the other office
is the place. Have you any objection?

Certainly not. Come along.

The sooner you're in position,
the better.

He may be here at any moment.

How will this do, Mr Hawkshaw?

You'll be able to see everything
from here.

I'm not going in there.

But I told you,
it's impossible for advices

to come from Penang
until next week.

What are you frightened of?
What it is? What's the matter?

Ssh.

Do you recognise him?

That's Brierley all right.

Well, hasn't he grown into a fine boy?

Be a great pity
if he remained honest, eh?

Oh, he mustn't do that.
He mustn't do that.

Now to business. In you go.

What, me going in?
No, it's you that's going in.

You'll go in first.
If there's anything fishy,

give me a signal
from the door.

If I get no signal from you,
then I'll know everything's all right.

Oy, yo, what a shemozzle.

Good morning, sir.
What is your pleasure?

Could I have today's prices
for the Sight and Ed bills?

Certainly.

Here they are, sir.

Ah, thank you very much, yes.

That's all I wanted.

Now I can go and advise my friends.

-Good day.
-CLERK: Good day.

Detain that man.
There's something in the wind.

-Can I do anything for you, sir?
-No, thank you.

I just wanted today's quotations.

I shall be very pleased
to show them to you.

Thank you again,
but I've seen them.

Ah, those you saw
are not quite the latest.

You come with me
and I'll give you the latest quotations.

Now, there are yesterday's prices
and here are today's.

You see the tendency's quite firm.

-Good morning, sir.
-Good morning.

-Is Mr Gibson in?
-Yes, sir.

-I wish to discount a bill.
-What name shall I say, sir?

Theophilus Wake
of Wake Brothers, Liverpool.

-CLERK: Oh, yes.
-Yes, yes.

I'll... I'll just make a note.

As soon as Mr Gibson is disengaged,
I'll tell him.

Thank you.

That's all I want.

-Thank you.
-Not at all.

I very much appreciate
all your courtesy.

Pleasure.

And I must thank you very much
for all the help you've given me.

-Glad to help you at any time, sir.
-Thank you.

-Once more, good day.
-Good day.

Do I understand
you're Theophilus Wake, sir?

-That is the name.
-Will you come this way, please?

Certainly. Certainly.

You are Mr Gibson, I presume?

-I am Mr Gibson.
-I'm delighted to meet you, sir.

Well, well, I can quite understand
your feelings.

But I want you to glance particularly
at this bill.

-Vanze||er and Company.
-A very respectable firm.

But all is not gold that glitters.

I burnt my fingers once before.

You may remember
my discounting a bill with you

on the same firm some months ago.

I do.

I've now discovered
that bill was a forgery.

So have I.

And I am sadly afraid,
between you and me...

(CLEARING THROAT) I can speak
quite openly in front of your friend?

Quite.

I am sadly afraid
that this bill is a forgery also.

My desire to see you personally
this morning

was to ask your assistance
in helping to track down the forger,

and secondly to repay you the money

that you gave me
on the first forged bill.

But didn't you give value for it
in the first place?

What if I did? If I burnt my fingers,
well, the more fool me.

That's no reason
why you should be the loser.

Two hundred and twenty-five pounds,

seven shillings and three pence.

GIBSON:
Don't bother about the coppers.

Oh, I'm very particular
in these small matters.

GIBSON:
Well, this is a very pleasant surprise.

I must confess,
I thought I was going to be swindled.

-And robbed? Oh, I don't wonder.
-GIBSON: Hmm.

Actually, I had a detective here
ready to pounce on you.

No, not really?

(CHUCKLING)

It's very nice of you
to take it that way.

Well, the only way I can take it,
my dear sir.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

GIBSON: It's splendid of him,
isn't it, Hawkshaw?

Hawkshaw?

Not Mr Hawkshaw,
the great detective?

You had a narrow escape, Mr Wake.

I almost had the darbies on you.

Dames'?

Handcuffs.

Oh, what intensely interesting
little articles.

The whole commercial world, sir,
owes you a debt of gratitude

for what you have done for them.

I do my best,
and perhaps I can be of further service,

if you'll allow me to have that bill

so that I may compare it with
other forgeries we have at the Yard.

Oh, but certainly, certainly.

Now, Mr Gibson, I think
you have no further need for me.

-So I'll say goodbye.
-Goodbye.

I'm glad that everything
ended satisfactorily.

Goodbye, Mr Wake, and thank you.

Goodbye, dear Mr Hawkshaw,
and thank you.

Forgive me a moment
while I see Mr Hawkshaw out.

-Oh, certainly, certainly.
-(G|BSON CHUCKLES)

Ali's well that ends well,
eh, Hawkshaw?

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

I'm much obliged to you.

Even though your handcuffs are empty,
my pockets are full.

-The money from the bank, sir.
-Oh, thank you, Edwards.

Take it into my office
and we'll put it straight in the safe.

By the way, you'll find
Mr Theophilus Wake in there.

If I may say so, sir, I expected
to see him with Mr Hawkshaw.

Like us, you were mistaken.

Far from trying to swindle us again,
Mr Wake came to repay his former bill

which he's just discovered
was a forgery.

-Then it was a false alarm?
-|'m afraid it was.

Mr Wake is that rare thing,
a truly honest man.

What are you doing with that key?

Why, if it isn't my little
biller and cooer of last night.

Been out for a walk in the sunshine
with your so charming "sister"?

-What are you doing with that key?
-That's my business.

-And mine too.
-Who are you?

You know perfectly well.
I'm employed here.

Indeed? I didn't know
there was a Robert Brierley

in the employ
of my friend Mr Gibson.

And I doubt if
Mr Gibson knows it either.

-Do you know me?
-Yes, I do.

And your "sister" and your character
and your last place of employment.

Never mind about that. I want to know
what you are doing with that safe key.

And I want to know
if my good friend Mr Gibson is aware

there's a ticket of leave man
in his employ

working under an assumed name.

You're going to tell him?

That depends entirely upon yourself,
Robert Brierley.

I can be dumb if you can be blind.
You get my meaning?

-You want to buy my silence?
-Don't you want to buy mine?

(GIBSON CLEARING THROAT)

Oh, my dear sir, forgive me
for having deserted you.

Don't mention it, my dear sir.

I've been talking
to our young friend here.

He's had a most interesting career.

-Yes, in Her Majesty's Royal Marines.
-Yes, so he was saying.

I believe he has something
to say to you. Isn't that so?

Well, yes, sir, I have.

But in private.

Then I won't intrude.

As a businessman, I know how much
is confidential in business matters.

Oh, don't hurry away, Mr Wake.
I can see him after you've gone.

But it's vital
that I should see you now, sir.

A minute or two won't hurt, Edwards.

Anyway, I have
my own business to attend to,

and I'm late
for an appointment already.

I'm very glad to have met you.
I hope we'll meet again.

I hope so too,
under different circumstances.

In the meanwhile, I wonder if our young
friend could call me a Hackney coach.

Certainly. Edwards, run and get
a hackney coach for Mr Wake.

-But, sir...
-No, no, no, don't argue, Edwards.

Do as you're told.

Oh, so he calls himself
"Edwards" now, does he?

-Yes, that's his name.
-Since when?

-All his life, I suppose.
Jndeed.

And what if I were to tell you
that, until a few months ago,

he was known as Robert Brierley,
that his number was forty-three

and his place of residence
one of Her Majesty's prisons,

where he had been incarcerated
for uttering forged notes?

What are you saying?

Hardly a suitable man to employ
as a confidential clerk, eh?

You must be mistaken. I've known
his sister for two years or more.

Her name's Edwards,
so his must be.

My dear sir, how simple you are.
May Edwards is not his sister.

-Not his sister?
-No.

Can't you realise what she is?

-His wife?
-Oh, no, certainly not his wife.

How do you know all this?

Unfortunately, I met this young boy
and his sister some time ago

under different circumstances.

When first I saw him here, I thought
he was trying to turn over a new leaf.

I always believe
in giving everyone a chance.

But while I was talking to him just now,
this dropped out of his pocket.

What is it?

A wax impression
of the key of your safe.

See? It fits perfectly.

A very old device, my dear sir.

The girl gains your confidence,

persuades you to let the boy
have the run of the offices

so he can get a waxed impression
of your safe key.

I don't believe it.

Then ask him for yourself.
Question him. Here he is.

Only call him by his real name.

Your Hackney coach is at the door.

Brierley.

-So, you've told him?
-You admit your name is Brierley?

I do.
Now, I've something to tell you.

One moment.
Have you seen this before?

Why, yes, sir, I have.

Then it's true. You're a jailbird,
a ticket of leave man.

You lied to me to get this place.

You and your so-called sister,
May Edwards,

have consistently
deceived me for months,

and now you're planning to rob me.

I have no thought of robbing you, sir.

The rest is true, I confess.

But it was not I
who took the impression of that key.

-Then who was it?
-That man Wake.

-I caught him at it red-handed.
-Oh!

Presumably, Mr Gibson will accept my word
before that of a ticket of leave man.

You expect me to believe
that cock-and-bull story

about a man
who's honest enough to return me

two hundred and twenty-five pounds?

You stand convicted
out of your own mouth, Robert Brierley.

But, sir, I swear before God that I...

Don't add blasphemy
to your other crimes!

Get out of my sight!
Get out of this office at once!

And be grateful I haven't handed you
over to the police! Get out!

-We||?
-Everything's fine, Tiger.

Everything's splendid.

Look what I've got to show ya.

-What is it?
-A snide letter of credit.

It's the latest idea in forgery.

Nobody but me
has ever thought of it before.

-|'m not interested in that.
-Not interested?

What about Bob Brierley?

He got the sack again, of course.

Good.
That's four times in four weeks.

You used the same method?

Yes, I just told them
that he was a ticket of leave man.

You know, it always works. But
what about this letter of credit, eh?

Now Bob Brier|ey's going to help me

do the biggest job
I've tackled in my life.

Gibson's safe.

Yes, and to think that we had him
in Gibson's office, you know.

You're a fool, Tiger,
ever to let him get away.

You think so?
I had to break down his honesty first.

Yes, but you didn't tackle him right.
You should have blackmailed him.

You be quiet!

And don't interfere
with my business.

-(KNOCKING)
-Come in.

Why, if it isn't
my dear little May Edwards.

Mr Pybus, could you spare me
a few moments?

But certainly.
Come into my private office.

It's all right, Solomon.
I shan't need you any more now.

But...

Oy, 0v!

Mr Pybus, you were once good enough
to offer me your help.

Why, of course.

It's always my pleasure
to help my dear little May Edwards.

Now, sit down
and tell me all about it.

It's about Bob.

He's lost his job again,
the fourth during this last month.

-(TUTTING) These hardened criminals.
-He's not a criminal.

But everyone in the world seems to be
conspiring to try and make him one.

But you still have faith in him, eh?

Yes, but... Oh, Mr Pybus,
I'm so frightened.

-Why?
-He's desperate.

Only last night he was saying,
"What's the use of trying to be honest

"when the only thing that's left
seems to be a life of crime?"

Dear, dear. Did he say that?

Yes, and I'm terrified that,
in the end, he'll be driven to it.

If he does resume a life of crime,
will you still feel the same for him?

Oh, I don't know.

I love him now because
I know him to be innocent,

but if he really did become a criminal,
I don't know.

I see.

So, in the end,
my dear little May Edwards

is driven to her faithful Mr Pybus, eh?

Yes.

And if I do help you,
what reward are you going to give me?

-Reward?
-Yes. Just another little kiss, eh?

There, there, there.
Don't be frightened.

You've earned my help.

At eight o'clock tonight, you must send
Bob Brierley to the Bellevue Gardens.

The Bellevue Gardens?
But... But that was where he...

Yes, yes. Tell him my messenger
shall meet him there.

Mr Pybus,
I can never thank you enough.

Wait until later before you thank me.

Don't forget, tonight at eight o'clock.
At the same table.

And he must be alone.

Ugly! Ugly!

-You call me, sir?
-Yes.

I want you to go out and buy me
a gallon of paraffin oil.

Be quick about it.
See, there's four shillings.

-You can keep the change.
-At once, sir.

(CLATTERING)

(PAPERS RUSTLING)

(THUDDING)

Tiger, what you doing?

The Good Samaritan Help Society
is no more.

(CHUCKLING)

What are you saying?

The most best paying business
there is in London?

Tonight I rob Gibson's safe.

There's enough money in that
to keep me at ease

for the rest of me life.
I'm through.

Well, what about me?
What about my new forgery?

Do as you like. Run your own risk.
Do your own dirty work.

-|'m finished.
-Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You can't break with me
as easy as that, Tiger.

I've broken with you already.

Now, easy, easy.

I know a thing or two about you, Tiger.

A thing or two that Mr Hawkshaw
would be only too glad to know.

Why, Melter, would you turn
on your old friend?

Well, not if he didn't turn on me,
I wouldn't.

Well, I was only joking.

Do you think I'd rob you
of your share of the profits?

Shake hands.

Blackmail me, would you,
you dirty little rat?

-You'd blackmail me, would you?
-Tiger! Tiger!

(CHUCKLING)

(THE TIGER CACKLING)

(CACKLING CONTINUES)

(CHUCKLING)

(CHUCKLING CONTINUES)

Bring it here, my boy.
Bring it here.

Now, sprinkle it over those papers.

Soak them well. Soak them well.

That's right.

Now, light it.

But, Tiger, it'll burn the 'ouse down.

Of course it'll burn the house down.

But do as I say.
Light it! Light it!

(CACKLING)

Tiger! Let me out!

It's burning the 'ouse down!

Yes, it is burning the house down.
And you and Melter with it.

The other door's locked, too.

Tiger! Let me out! Let me out!

Why don't you try the window, Ugly?

It's only five flights up.

4cHucKuNG)
-(YELLING)

(BAND PLAYING WALTZ)

This is the table.

-Any order, sir?
-No.

You can't sit at a table
unless you place an order, sir.

-I'm waiting for somebody.
-Very good, sir.

Cheer up, Bob.

I'm sure everything
will be all right in the end.

May, I'm desperate.

Even if I get this job,

it'll be discovered I'm a ticket
of leave man and I'll lose it again.

-But how will it be discovered?
-Oh, someone will tell them.

The same person that told my last
four employers that I've been in prison.

Who could it be?

I believe it's the Tiger.

I believe he's dogged my footsteps
ever since I came to these gardens.

If only I can
meet him face to face.

But the Tiger's
the worst criminal in London.

I know. He's trying
to make me a criminal, too.

May, if I lose this job,
I'm finished with honesty.

Oh, Bob, don't say that.

Well, what's the use?
No-one believes you.

Why fight against the stream?

Come along, Miss Edwards.
Time for your song.

Oh, Bob, I beseech you,
don't give up hope.

Come along, Miss Edwards. Quick.

Good luck, my dear.

THE TIGER: Ah, my young friend, you
possess the virtue of punctuality, I see.

-Theophilus Wake?
-The same. The same.

I was expecting
a message from Mr Pybus.

-And you shall have it.
-You know Mr Pybus?

-Oh, intimately.
-What's the message?

Merely that he regrets
he is unable to help you.

The employer he had in mind
has been put off by your record.

The same old story.

-What can I get you, sir?
-Have a drink.

-What's the good of a drink?
-Two sherry cobblers.

Very good, sir.

A drink, my young friend, puts heart
into you when you're down and out.

And you look down and out.
Are you?

Yes.

That's the worst
of trying to be honest.

It's you and people like you
that make it difficult to be.

Of course we do.
I gave it up long ago.

You're right.
I'm tempted to give it up now.

That's the spirit.

Now, listen to me and I'll tell you
how you can make your fortune.

(SINGING SCHUBERT'S "STANDCl-IEN")

I tell you, there's enough money
in that safe to set you up for life.

But to rob Mr Gibson
who was so good to me.

-Your order, sir.
-Thank you. Thank you.

-You may keep the change.
-Thank you, sir.

Was he good, just because I told him
you were a ticket of leave man,

to sack you for nothing
and leave you to starve?

-But to rob him?
-What of it? He's a bill broker.

He's robbed others for years.

-I can't do it.
-Then how are you going to live?

You'll never keep an honest job.
Besides, honesty doesn't pay, does it?

It won't buy you food
or keep your girl, will it?

♪ Nightingales are calling, calling... ♪

I tell you, it'll make your fortune.
It's a big job. One of the biggest.

Because the man who's handling it
is the greatest criminal in London.

-The man who's handling it?
-The Tiger.

-What?
-The Tiger himself.

If I come with you,
I'll meet him there?

-You will.
-I'm on.

Good. At last you're showing
some common sense.

-Come on.
-Just a moment.

-There's something I must do first.
-What is it?

-We||, say goodbye to my girl.
-We've no time.

All right, I'll...
I'll send her a note.

You mean
you're finished with her forever?

Of course.
I've made up my mind.

But she's too prim and proper
to understand.

"Goodbye forever.
You will never see me again. Bob."

Any further orders, gentlemen?

No, but take this note
and give it to Miss Edwards

directly she's finished her song.

Certainly, sir.

(MAY CONTINUES SINGING)

Go to Mr Gibson's office
and wait for me.

Yes, Mr Hawkshaw.

It was a good idea of yours, Brierley,
to come by the churchyard.

You'll make a first-class criminal
with practice.

Thanks for the compliment.

Everything's as quiet as a grave.

Come here, Brierley.

-You see that?
-Yes.

Do you know what it is?

-It's a newly dug grave.
-Yes.

And if you try any tricks on me,
it may have been dug for you.

Now, which is the window?

-That one.
-Then up you go.

-What about the Tiger?
-Never mind the Tiger.

He'll look after himself.

Up you go.
Give me the bag.

-Any sign of Mr Gibson?
-Not yet, sir.

Ssh.

-Now for the safe.
-Just a moment.

-What is it?
-We must wait for the Tiger.

(CHUCKLING)

Take a good look at me, my friend.

-I'm the Tiger!
-You? Theophilus Wake, the Tiger?

The man who's ruined my life?

Yes, but the man
who's going to make you a fortune.

You've been the cause
of all my suffering

and now you've brought me to this.

What's the matter with you? Trying
to blackmail me for an extra share?

There'll be no share. This is the moment
I've been waiting for.

Face to face with the Tiger at last.

I'm honest, and not all your devilry
can drive me to a life of crime.

You've done everything
in your power to break me.

But now, thank heavens, you're in
my power and it's you who'll be broken!

Ssh! Quiet, you fool!

That note I sent to May Edwards
which you thought was a farewell

was telling her to warn Mr Gibson!

And I have the satisfaction
of handing the Tiger over to justice!

No, not yet!

(CHUCKLING)

Mr Gibson, at last.

We came as quickly
as we possibly could.

-Have you brought the keys along?
-Yes, here they are. Come along.

(THE TIGER CACKLING)

So, you'd rat on me, would ya?

(CACKLING)

-(CACKLING)
-Ah!

Through the window!

Come on, men.

Come with me, this way.

(CACKLING) Stand back,
every man jack of you.

The first one that
takes one pace forward

gets a bullet in his body.

Oh, so you thought that you
could catch the Tiger, did you?

Well, you fools,
he'll be a match for you!

Even when he's in his grave!

(SCREAMING)

HAWKSHAW:
His neck is broken.

Bob! He's dead.

Joe Skerritt, you are avenged.

And so shall perish all who fall foul
of Hawkshaw, the detective.

No, look.
He's opening his eyes.

-Is that Mr Gibson?
-Yes.

You wouldn't trust me, sir.
But I was not ungrateful.

You see, there may be
some good left

in a ticket of leave man after all.