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- Your guinea pig has arrived. - Good.

He looks harmless enough to me.

- More like a punch-drunk prize-fighter. - Does he?

Edward Jarrit, age 52, convicted of murder,

Lewes Assizes, 1953. Killed four people with no apparent reason.

Found guilty but insane.

Sentenced to be detained during Her Majesty's pleasure.

He's not as harmless as he looks.

By the way, when are you leaving?

Friday.

What are you going to do?

I've been offered the post of resident psychiatrist in the North London.

So you really made up your mind.

It's more than a question of having my mind made up for me, isn't it Geoff?

This hasn't exactly been the sort of marriage I hoped it would be.

I haven't complained.

This wedding arrangement we have made suits you but doesn't suit me.

I shan't expect we spend all our evenings sitting by the fire and reading books,

but I had hoped for some sort of home life.

Darling, you talk as if you weren't a doctor yourself.

- When we got married... - When we got married,

you forgot to tell me that you were already married to this place.

I took an oath to fight sickness.

Not 24 hours of the day. Not at the expense of your own health.

Besides, I seem to remember another oath.

There was a marriage ceremony, wasn't there?

Or were you in surgery at the time?

- What is it, Joan? - The patient is ready for you, doctor.

Yes, I know. You better get out.

I'll be along in a minute.

Dr Thomas, wanted in the X-Ray.

Will Dr Thomas, please go to the X-Ray Department.

You bring him in here, please.

- I've to report to Dr Adams. - Dr Adams will be here shortly.

- Come here, please. - Come on, Jarrit.

Sit down in this, will you?

Well, here Ed.

And you can take these things out.

- Oh, I wouldn't advise that on. - Take them off, okay?

As you want, ma'am.

What's this, ma'am?

An electro encephalograph.

Yes, but what does it do?

It records the electrical activity of the brain.

You see, as the brain functions, it sends out minute electrical impulses.

This machine amplifies some of the recordings on this paper.

And this way we can tell whether the brain is working properly

and, if not, we can get some idea of what's wrong with it.

You didn't have to bring him here to find out whether he was nuts or not.

I could have told you that.

Yes, I am sure you could.

- What are these? - These are the electrodes.

They tick as the brain's electrical changes.

Now...

Is that quite comfortable?

He doesn't talk much.

Now, would you lie down, please?

I think you turn up to wait outside.

Oh, rather we stay in, you know. It's...

it's not always as quiet as this, you know?

I can go for myself. So you... don't mind.

Yes, ma'am.

Would you mind calling me doctor, not ma'am?

Certainly, doctor.

Excuse me.

There's no need to worry, Mr Jarrit. You won't feel anything. Just relax.

Now I want you to take a deep breath.

Breath in.

That's fine.

Now out.

Good.

Now... close your eyes.

Now, open them.

Good.

How are you going through with it, Mr Jarrit?

Could you do a little something for me?

What are four times five?

Twe... Twenty.

That's good.

Now I'm gonna turn on the light, Mr Jarrit. Don't need to worry you.

Try not to move, dear.

- What happened? - Are you all right, ma'am?

Yes, he just grabbed my wrist, that's all.

- I should've stayed with you. - You sure you're all right?

Yes, really.

Have you finished with him now, doctor?

- Did you get the record? - Yes, yes we've finished, thank you.

Right. We will be getting back.

Come on, let it, Jarrit. It doesn't belong to you.

All right, all right. Let him keep it.

Well, take him back to doctor Hammer. I'll be sending him a report there, sir.

Yes, sir.

Come on then, crony. Without a noise, you're back in the band, eh?

- Good day. - Good-bye.

Did he hurt you?

No, it's nothing really.

It hasn't been as bad as Jenkins' boy the other day.

My dear girl, Jenkins is a mild schizophrenic.

This man is a psychopath with homicidal tendencies.

It's not often you see a record like this.

No, thank Heaven.

Yes. What are these two channels?

Temporal frontal, left and right.

No suppressed alpha. Strong alpha rhythm, especially in the frontal areas.

Very dangerous man our Mr Jarrit.

Ah, let's take a closer look at this.

I've never seen anything quite like it before.

Calling Dr Roberts. Dr Roberts wanted in...

No, it's all right. I'll take care of this.

- Shall I wait you at six? - No, I won't be here.

- What is it this time? - Hmmm?

Oh, I'm going up to Denfield to take it over a paralysis case.

Oh, you have patients at Denfield too.

No, no, no. It's one of Howard's patients.

Odd case, girl of 21, complete paralysis of left side, except a hand.

Sister wants to know if you gave Mrs Jones permission

to go to the Hospital dance tonight.

Mrs Jones says you did.

Mrs Jones is a congenital liar.

But I don't know why she shouldn't go. The dance will do her good.

- Can I help? - No, thanks, it's all done.

Oh, by the way, this belongs to you.

"How well locked is a marriage"

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean like that.

It really is yours.

I suppose it wouldn't be any good asking you to change your mind.

It took me long enough to make my mind up.

No, Geoff. I'm afraid it wouldn't.

I'm still in love with you, Phil.

It only makes it more difficult.

Oh, darling. We're parting on the best of terms.

After all, we're a modern sophisticated couple.

We can meet now and then and discuss the later psychotic syndromes

or case histories.

- Aren't we being a little childish? - Perhaps.

Well, good-bye, Geoff.

Can I take this down to the car for you?

No, thanks, I can manage.

I hate to mention it, but... what about all the sordid legal details?

I take you have a divorce in mind.

I don't really know what I've got on my mind.

I just need to be able to think this thing out first.

Good-bye, Geoff.

Dr Allen, wanted in Radiography.

Dr Allen, wanted in Radiography.

Dr Roberts...

- Good morning. - Good morning.

How about dinner tonight?

Thank you, Dr Graham, but no, thank you.

How about tomorrow night?

- Tomorrow night I'm in a lecture. - Oh, well, how about Thursday?

- Dr Graham... - Don't mind...

May if I suggest you that you practice your amorous advances

with some other member of the staff?

Dr Graham, wanted on the telephone.

Nurse Simpson, for example. I understand she is quite a dish.

Nonsense. She's going steady with one of the path lab assistants.

You just have to bury yourself on your work, doctor.

Dr Roberts...

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Dr Roberts, I've got a patient I'd like you to have a look at.

A casualty admitted this morning. Maybe knocked down by a bus.

Put up a few bruises, he's all right physically

but seems to be in amnesiac state.

Can't remember his name or how he came to be injured.

It isn't a concussion.

Well, there's nothing on the X-rays. I'd like to have another one taking it.

- Well, I'll have a look at that. - It's in "B" ward.

Good morning. How do you feel?

His reflexes are normal. Just, don't want to cooperate.

I wonder if it may be a traumatic condition.

Possibly.

- Can he be moved? - Yes.

All right, I'll see to attend him in my surgery.

All right, nurse...

Get the patient ready to get out into Dr Roberts at 10:00, will you?

Yes, doctor,

I'll tell sister to have a warder come to collect him a little before 10:00

- Is that all right? - Uh-huh.

Thank you, doctor.

Now, I want you to take this card along to the social worker.

I'll see you again when you had talked to her.

Thank you, doctor.

I want Mr Jarvis to see Mrs Hickson.

Come on, Mr Jarvis.

Thank you very much.

- Good-bye. -Good-bye.

Patient from B ward is here to see you.

Oh, yes, all right.

You can enter.

Sit down, will you?

How do you come to have this accident?

No... I...

I don't remember.

Don't you remember anything?

No.

Can you tell me your name?

All right, nurse,

take him to the next room. Sodium Amytal 5 cc's.

All right. You come this way, please.

- And let me know when you are ready. - All right.

Good morning, doctor.

Good morning, Mrs Wright.

Well, you're looking better today.

- I'm not. I don't feel it. - How's the back ache?

I still got it if that's what you mean.

Couldn't you give me some medicines to take?

My own doctor always gave me medicines.

Pink stuff it was, twice a day in water, tastes so nice...

- How's he taking it? - Quite well.

Let's draw the blind.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

I'm going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer them.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Now, then... what is your name?

Frank Smith.

How old are you, Mr Smith?

Thirty one.

What is your occupation?

I drive a van.

You had an accident, Mr Smith.

I want you to tell me exactly what happened.

No... no... no.

It wasn't an accident.

Tell me about it then.

When I... I am coming out of the car,

it's dark, a man asked me for a light.

Yeah, sure I've got a light.

And... and...

What is it? What's the matter?

They... they got all on my arms...

They're hitting me!

They got my arm.

They are up to try to break my arm!

They have me.

They have me, will you?

Who were these men who attacked you?

A couple of... a couple of Simon's boys.

Simon? Who is Simon?

He knows... I've got them. He wants me to get it back.

And he wants to get me.

He has tried it once before, but it didn't work.

No, so I mean you're not gonna stop me.

No one's gonna stop me!

E.E.G. department.

Dr Roberts here.

I want an EEG test taken on a patient right away.

Frank Smith.

Yes, then will you send him on to the X-Ray?

Thank you.

Sit down.

Well, now...

What's your name?

Frank, Frank Smith.

That's better.

How do you feel now, Mr Smith?

What happened then?

We just tried to help you to remember a few things you've forgotten, that's all.

Oh, yeah. I couldn't remember nothing, could I?

Not even your name. It happens occasionally.

The mind comes up against something it'd rather forget

and shuts down like a machine.

So now you feel like telling me a few things about yourself?

- What's your address? - What?

Oh, I... haven't got any.

You must live somewhere.

No... I've... I've moved.

You mean you have no permanent address.

Yes.

Who were these men who attacked you last night, Mr Smith?

- What do you mean? - Just what I said.

Who were them? Why did they attack you?

I don't know what you are talking about.

I see.

And... who is this man, Simon?

Simon...

What do you know about Simon?

Only what you told me in there.

You seem to have a considerable fear of this man.

Has he done you some harm?

Listen... I've had just about enough of your questions.

I want my clothes and getting out of here.

I don't think you're fit to leave here just yet, Mr Smith.

I'm leaving and you're not gonna stop me.

Listen, Smith. You are a sick man and I am trying to help you.

The only one person who helps Frank Smith is Frank Smith.

All right, give me my clothes.

Have Howard come in here straight away, please.

Who was that? Who was that you phoned?

- Sit down. - Stop ordering me around!

Nobody's ordering you, Smith. Sit down.

These new doctors, you're all the same,

you're all a bunch of long noses always probing.

What goes on in my head is my business!

So leave me alone, will you?

Howard, take this patient up the EEG room, will you?

Certainly, doctor.

Come on, old man.

- Take your hands off me, long nose. - Now, come along, Smith.

Don't touch me! Just don't touch me!

All right, Mr Smith, we only want to make a simple test,

but if you are afraid...

Afraid? I'm not afraid.

Just tell them to keep their hands off me, that's all.

This way, old man.

- Ready for the next one? - Yes.

Next, please.

Come.

Well, Joan... How have you been getting along?

- Come on, let's get all made. - Be in such a hurry, Smith?

What's it all about, anyway?

You'll see. Just lie still.

Keep still, old chap.

Don't give me that "old chap" routine.

Will Major Gifford, please, go to number one theatre.

Major Gifford wanted in number one theatre.

How did you get on, Miss Henry?

It was that man, Smith, quite a handful, but we've got a record.

Oh, good.

A very unusual one too.

Happen to be no blocking alpha rhythm.

There's a very strong continuous alphoid rhythm, particularly in the frontal areas.

Tumour, perhaps?

No.

- Certainly, a very aggressive person. - Yes.

Let me take this and have a closer look at it.

- If you don't send any more down my way... - I'll try not to. Thanks.

Any time.

Give me the Regional Hospital for Mental Health, please.

Dr Allen.

Hello.

What should I do with that patient we sent you? He came back to the ward

and he smashed the place up. We had to give him a sedative.

Hmm... He was pretty belligerent in here.

But you took an EEG, didn't you?

Yes, and I don't like the look of that.

Hmm, these things are a bit out of my Department, it's very pretty, though.

Yes, if we know what it means.

Oh, by the way, have had some more X-Rays taken.

There's a possibility of a tumour.

You know... I have a strong feeling. I've seen a record like this before.

Hello, Dr Allen?

Dr Allen speaking.

Oh, Geoffrey, it's Phil.

Phil! Well, how long... How are you?

I'm all right.

Geoff, I need your help.

Eh, you know, clinical manner, I take it.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Do you remember that man who was sent to us from the criminal asylum?

Do you mean Jarrit? What about it?

I wonder if you'd to let me have a look at his EEG record.

Yes, I'll put it on the first tonight.

Oh, thanks, Geoff. And his medical report.

- All right. - Thanks.

How is the work going, Phil?

All right. How about you?

Much the same.

Your patient same old problems?

Yes.

Yes, well, I'll see that you get that first thing in the morning.

Thank you, Geoff.

Good-bye, Phil.

Good-bye.

Doctor Geoffrey Allen, do you know him?

He's my husband.

But I wouldn't say I know him.

Well, If you don't mind, Dr Richards, I'd rather not give you a decision

on this until I've seen the other records.

I'm certain he'll be perfectly all right until the morning.

He's had a pretty large dose of downer.

- I'll probably see you tomorrow. - All right.

- Good morning, Dr Roberts. - Good morning, Howard.

C ward? His wife is in reception now.

Good morning.

- Good morning, doctor. - Good morning, nurse.

Good morning, doctor.

Good morning, nurse.

Put this in the wardrobe, will you please?

Certainly.

By the way, Dr Richards would like to see you.

Al right.

Apparently they had some fun games in B ward last night.

- That chap Smith. - What about him?

He took his clothes out of the locker and walked out.

I'll be with Dr Richards if anyone wants me.

Right.

There's nothing I could do to stop him.

He had the perfect right to discharge himself whenever he felt like it.

Didn't you give him a sedative?

He must've worn off.

This man is dangerous.

Dr Roberts, this isn't your Hospital or your health.

You know we can't detain people here against their wishes.

Take a look at this.

I've told you I'm not as experienced with this sort of things as you are.

- They look the same, don't they? - Yes, they do.

This one was taken of a man named Jarrit.

A psychotic who killed 4 people.

This one belongs to a man called Frank Smith,

who walked out this Hospital last night.

Just a minute before we start getting along.

All right, Jarrit turned to murder.

Maybe Smith would express himself

by doing something antisocial but quite harmless.

Did he seem harmless to you yesterday?

This man is sick and dangerous and it's up to us to do something about it.

All right, what do you suggest?

We should inform the police.

All right.

Get me the Divisional Detective Inspector.

Cannon Row Police Station, will you, please?

Well, we'll certainly have this man's description circulated.

but I don't see that we can do very much more than that.

He's not known to us. He has no criminal record.

And as he gave you no address, he mightn't be so easy to find.

Hello, David. Sorry I couldn't get down sooner.

Good morning, Dr Roberts.

Major Gifford, Inspector Durham.

The Major Gifford is the Hospital Secretary.

It's rather a tricky business, inspector.

What do you propose to do about it?

Well, Major, I'm afraid we have no reasons to believe

this man has been involved in a murder, as Dr Roberts suggest.

I didn't say that. I said that given the right circumstances,

he might resort to homicide.

That could go for a lot of people, Dr Roberts.

If the police spent their time tracking down would-be murderers...

- But there is medical evidence... - If I may say so,

you seem a little divided on that score yourselves.

- This... machine... this electro... - Electroencephalograph.

As far as I know it's never been admitted as evidence in a Court of law.

- Isn't it a little beside the point? - Dr Roberts, please.

Inspector, have you ever heard of preventive medicine?

It's a branch of Medicine which aimed at preventing disease rather than curing it.

Well, isn't there such a thing as preventive jurisdiction?

What are you going to do?

Wait until this man murders someone before you do anything about it?

Dr Roberts, you can come with me if you like

and put the case to the Commissioner,

but, frankly, it's one of my jobs worth to go to him and say:

"please, sir, may I have your permission to organize a nationwide hunt

for a man we think might commit a murder?"

Mind you, he hasn't escaped from an asylum.

He has no criminal record, but there's a machine called... er... something...

I resent your attitude, inspector.

You're suggesting that my experience as a psychiatrist...

No, Dr Roberts, aren't we getting a little overemotional about this?

I'm sorry.

Dr Roberts, we'll put this man's description out. Every policeman

in the country will be on the alert for him, but apart from that...

I'm sure, inspector you'll do everything you can.

Dr Roberts is just naturally anxious, and I suspect a little overwrought.

I quite understand.

Don't worry, we'll find him and we'll let you know at once.

- Good day, Major. - Good day, inspector.

Dr Roberts...

Thank you, doc.

Why don't you take the rest of the day off, Dr Roberts?

No, thank you. I've got an outpatient session in half an hour.

As you wish.

And try not to take this too personally, doctor.

After all, this man isn't exactly our responsibility.

Isn't he?

- Smith's X-Rays, doctor. - Oh, thank you.

Yes, well... Dr Richards can take a look at this in the morning.

Oh, Mrs Clark phoned to say she can't make it Tuesday,

but will Friday at eleven. Be all right?

Yes, I suppose so.

- Good night, nurse. - Good night, doctor.

- Good night, Howard. - Good night, doctor.

- Good night, doctor. - Good night.

Surprise, surprise...

No, don't try, doc.

This gun ain't no hallucination.

It's not in my mind. It's right here in my hand.

What do you want?

You know? You're too clever to live, long nose.

And now you've done it

'cause you found out too much about my private affairs and it's not healthy,

for you, I mean.

Go on, start driving.

Where to?

I'll tell you where to. Just drive.

Dr Roberts...

Dr Roberts! Just wait...

Keep driving.

All right now, I'll take the key.

Here. Okay, now drive it in.

All right, come out of it.

Over there.

Now you sit down there. I'll keep an eye on you.

You know how much I pay for this place?

A dollar a week.

Smart, eh?

All the comforts of hell.

Are you hungry?

Why have you brought me here?

Are troubling, you know, too much.

What do you intend to do?

Hey... haven't thought about it.

Every five minutes, regular as clockwork.

Look who's here.

Hey, come on.

Come on, look.

What have you told the police about me?

I haven't talked to the police.

You are a liar!

They were at the hospital this morning.

Huh? What did you tell them?

I simply told them that you were sick and that you needed treatment.

Yeah?

What more did you tell them?

Something that maybe I told you about Simon?

- No. - No?

Go on, beat it. You ate too much

Look, if that's all that is worrying you, I can assure

your incoherent muttering and curses were quite incomprehensible to me.

What's the matter? You swallowed your dictionaries or something?

Don't you think it's gone far enough? I've had a hard day and I'm very tired.

I've got a lot of patients to see first thing in the morning, so...

if you'll be good enough to open that door...

Help! Help!

Help!

Dr Roberts, please report to Dr Richards.

Will Dr Roberts go to Dr Richard's office at once, please.

- Isn't Dr Roberts here yet? - No, it's not yet, matron.

These people have been here since ten.

I'd better inform Dr Richards.

All right, but when she comes in, will you tell her to ring the hospital, please.

Yes, thank you.

She hasn't been home all night.

Look, are you certain you saw this man Smith in Dr Roberts' car?

- Quite certain, sir. - But it was dark, perhaps...

It was Smith, sir. No doubt about it.

- All right, Howard, thank you. - Yes, sir.

Get me Cannon Row Police Station, will you?

Look, while I'm talking to them, try to contact Dr Geoffrey Allen

at the Regional Hospital for Mental Health.

Every policeman in the country is already on the alert for this man Smith.

They've circulated Dr Roberts description and the number or her car.

But your opinion didn't display such a sense of urgency in the first place.

The situation is somewhat different now, Dr Allen.

And just what have you found out about this man Smith, inspector?

Not really much, I am afraid. They're lots of Smiths, you know.

Anyway, my sitting around here won't help matters.

It goes without saying that if either Dr Roberts or Smith turns up,

you let me know at once.

- Of course. - Thank you, Major.

Good day, inspector.

I'll be in my office if you want me.

According to my wife's notes, there were some more X-Rays taken

Do you think I can see them?

They'll be in your wife's surgery. I'll show you the way.

It was the cause of the trouble.

Yes, a couple of hours on the operating table.

We have a complete medical history of this man.

Even we have a picture of his brain.

But we really know nothing about him.

Who's this man Simon? In this notes taken during the analysis

the name Simon dropped several times.

Mightn't mean a thing.

Might even be the name of a pet dog he lost when he was a child.

Yes...

You gave him a pretty thorough examination.

Did you find anything else aside from the bruising?

- No. - Reflex actions?

- Oh, normal. - No indication of paralysis?

No, none whatsoever.

There was an abdominal operational scar, recent appendicectomy I think.

How recent?

- A month, six weeks... - But not at this hospital.

No, he's never been here before.

What are you gonna do?

- West Central Hospital, please. - Doctor Allen, if we tell the police...

No, I want the records department.

- Aren't you taking rather a long shot? - Maybe.

I will be in the secretary's office if you want me.

Hello, records?

This is Dr Allen of the Regional Mental Health Hospital

Have you any record of a patient being admitted

for appendicectomy within the last month or so?

Smith, Frank Smith.

Are you all right?

Is it very bad?

So... I'll have a drink, so it goes.

You know? It's possible to do something about that pain you've got.

If I can persuade you to come back to the hospital with me...

Listen to me, Smith.

Whatever it is you told me or whatever that you think I know,

I swear I won't repeat a word of it to anyone.

But you are a sick man, you need medical attention.

I said no, didn't I?

You doctors, you're all the same. You are a bunch of...

Doctors are like priests in this.

We are bound by oath never repeat anything a patient tells us.

I said so.

You can't keep me here indefinitely, you know.

Who said I was going to?

You know? Maybe you'd be better off out the way altogether,

because you're beginning to get in my hair.

Well, I'm going out, see? Don't try anything while I'm gone.

And you needn't bother to yell you head off

because there's gonna be no one around to listen to you.

- Vicky moves down from 5 to 4. - Put a pound on it.

Aye, aye.

Here, Charlie, turn that row down, I can't even hear myself think!

Fancy a cup of coffee, Charlie.

- Well, did you see it? - Yeah, nice one.

- And...? - I'll take the stuff.

Yeah, I should think you would.

It's getting above what you used to pay Simon.

Yeah, that's right.

What about the rest of it?

That's where it gets a bit tricky, Frank.

Yeah, how do you mean?

He says he doesn't take passengers.

Listen, I don't want no luxury cabin all I wanna do is get out the country.

- It's not so much you, Frank. - Yes.

It's your wife.

He does not like the idea of having women on board.

Listen, lamebrain. I risked my neck to get out with that stuff,

and that's with a bit of the ten thou.

What am I asking for? Five, five stinking thousand

and two free tickets to Italy.

Look, maybe I've made a mistake getting mixed up in this in the first place.

Simon's always been good to me.

If he finds out I'm giving in the business...

What's the matter? Don't you like money anymore?

Money I've got. Trouble I can do without.

Get this Louie, because I'm not going to say it twice.

If you don't fix this for me, I'll fix you for good!

You're messing up my suit, Frank.

I don't like my suit messed up.

I'll mess you up in a minute!

All right you two.

If it's exercise you want, I've got a bag in there you can push around.

Okay, Frank.

Well, I'll see you.

- What time does the boat sail? - Midnight.

Oh, I'd rather see you back here around ten.

Okay.

That would be a shilling.

But this is an urgent matter.

I'm sorry, Dr Allen, but we are not permitted

to give out these sort of information over the phone.

I can connect you with the Hospital superintendent...

I don't want to speak to the Hospital superintendent,

I want that man's address, do you hear?

I'll put you through to Dr Williams.

Oh, my God!

What's the matter?

One day some of these people

are gonna choke themselves with their own red tape.

Yes, this is Dr Allen. Who am I speaking to now?

Dr Geoffey Allen?

Yes!

Hello, old man. I see you got out of bed in the wrong side this morning.

didn't you, Geoffrey?

This is Ian Williams, yeah?

Ian!

Oh, thanks goodness for someone with some sense.

Well, I don't know if I'd say that, old man.

Look your records department and tell me if you had a patient called Frank Smith

about 6 weeks ago, appendicectomy.

I want his address, it's most important.

What's the matter? You gave him the wrong bottle of medicines or something?

Something like that.

Hold on a second

- Oh, I see a lot of Smiths, yeah. - Frank Smith, age 31.

Frank Smith, appendectomy,

admitted July the 12th, operated on next day.

Discharged on the 13th.

All I want is his address.

6 West Street, WC2.

6 West Street, WC2. Thank. Thank you very much.

I say, don't you think you ought to give the police this information

and no more nag about this sort of thing?

It didn't look that way to me.

Would you think it's gonna do any good?

I don't know. I just can't sit around. That's all.

I'll ring you every hour, you see, just in case.

Give me Cannon Row Police Station, will you?

Come back here, you little runts. I'll bang your heads together.

Does someone called Smith live here?

- Yes, number 23. - Thank you.

Couple of young kids! They'll end up in jail with their old man!

- Who's it? - I am looking for Frank Smith.

- He doesn't live here. - But I was given this address.

- You were given the wrong one. - But...

I'm sorry, mister.

- Do you know a man called Frank Smith? - Yeah.

He lives in number 23.

I've just been there. They say he doesn't live there.

Huh? He's traveling, yeah, like coming and go.

You tried the place where he works?

No, where is it?

Are you a cop?

No, I'm not a cop.

What do you wanna him for, then?

I'm a doctor. This man Smith is sick He needs medical attention.

Could you may be genuine, but I can't give an information like that,

you know, to just anybody who comes along and after all that...

Well, well, because of that now, I'll tell you how to get to this place.

- Have you got a car? - Yes.

Well, you take the first on the right...

Park there, sir.

- Frank Smith, did you say, sir? -Yes, Frank Smith.

Well, he was employed here, but he doesn't work here now.

Have you got his address?

Yes, but I am afraid I can't give you that information, sir.

- But I explained to you... - I'm sorry, sir.

Can I see that card?

I'm afraid I can't let you do that, sir.

Let me see it, you want...

That's private information, you haven't the right...

Is this the address? 6, West Street, flat 23?

Unless you get out of here at once, I'll call the police.

All right, go ahead and call them.

And what do you want?

- Any... anything today? - No, nothing.

Good-bye.

- Well, are you satisfied? - No, not entirely.

- PBX. - Extension 53.

- He's not in his office Mr Day. - Well, get him.

PBX calling, there's an internal telephone call for Mr Simon.

Mr Simon, please go to the telephone.

Simon speaking.

Oh, Mr Simon, I've just had a man in here inquiring about Frank Smith,

and I seem to remember you saying...

Who was him, you know? What did you tell him?

Oh, you, stupid fool!

Put me through Ryan, quickly.

- Is that the man? - Yes, Mr Ryan.

Who is it? Do you know?

He said he's a doctor from some hospital.

Does he?

Hello, you missed me?

What are you doing with the bundles of cortisone?

It's a controlled drug.

You know that, don't you?

You had to stick your big long nose into things, didn't you?

And you gave me all that spiel about a doctor being like a...

like a priest or something, you know.

And as soon as my back turn, you gotta start probing around.

You stuck out that long nose of yours a bit too far this time.

- You've been deceiving, don't you? - What do you mean? Give it away?

It's no shortage in this country?

There's something about this: you know, for a doctor you're not very smart!

If I was in your shoes, I'd keep that mouth shut!

But then, you're a woman, so I'll shut it for you!

Please, let me go!

I won't tell about it anybody!

You, don't kill me!

Kill?

Who said anything about kill? I don't want to kill anyone.

What gave you an idea like that?

You're out of your mind?

- Oh, it's you again. - Open this door.

Are you kidding? What's the idea?

Hello, man. You must be Frank.

Your wife's told me a lot about you. She was just saying...

- He isn't Frank, you fool. - Oh, who is he, then?

How should I know?

- All right, where is he? - I don't know what you're talking about.

Your husband, Mrs Smith. Where is he?

- I must be going. - You stay where you are, Syd.

Look sweetie, fun is fun, but... Good-bye all.

Now, listen you flat-footed copper.

I don't know where Frank is and if I did, I wouldn't tell you.

I'm not a policeman, Mrs Smith. I am a doctor.

You are a liar.

Your husband is seriously ill. He needs an operation, quickly.

It's a good one. Try another, jerk.

Look at this. Do you know what this is?

No, what is it?

Do you see that? Frank Smith. Take a look at this.

Do you see that little black dot?

That shadow could wipe out your husband's life in about 5 minutes.

If we didn't do that, it could mean the end of someone else's.

You wouldn't kid me, would you?

Oh, for God's sake! Do I look as if I'm kidding?

Oh, I knew he had headaches and things, but...

Where is he, Mrs Smith?

He said he was coming back here

to take me away somewhere out of this dump.

Italy he said. I might have known he had a screw loose.

- When? - Tonight sometime.

It may be too late by then.

Where are you going?

He told me where he'd be if I wanted him.

Wrote it down somewhere.

- What is it? - Never mind. Hurry up, will you?

I know I had it here somewhere.

- Well, keep looking. - I must have lost it.

Here it is. It has been in my handbag, on the top.

Did you take us for complete imbeciles, Dr Allen?

Did you think we didn't know she was Smith's wife?

We've already talked to her a couple of times.

Did she tell you where her husband was?

Did she tell you?

Here he is!

- This one? - Yes, that's him.

- 124997. Get the file, John. - 124997.

Dr Allen...

Just how do you suppose this man knew you were going to visit Smith's wife?

I don't know.

Well, he hasn't arrived at the scene by accident, he must've followed you there.

He must've known what you were going there for.

Who did you talk to?

I've told you!

Oh, yes, you've been conducting quite a private inquiry of your own.

The caretaker at West Street,

the personnel manager of Amalgamated Chemicals...

What were you doing there?

I was told that Smith used to work there. They said he didn't.

Yes. Well, we found out that he did. As a van driver.

- Well, how do you suppose that... - I don't know.

What about the car this man was driving? I gave you the number.

Yes, we've checked that too.

It's the number of a milk truck in Liverpool.

Dr Allen, does the name Ryan mean anything to you?

No, not a thing.

All right, doctor.

I suggest you go home and let us get on with this.

I'd rather be around if you don't mind.

And I'd rather you were out of the way.

Let's face it, doctor.

You haven't been very helpful so far,

and all this running around isn't helping you.

Oh, someone's got to do something. As far as I can see...

- Dr Allen, one woman has been killed. - Do you suppose it was my fault?

Yes it was!

No, no, no... of course it wasn't.

But it mightn't have happened then.

Look, doctor, just go home and we will contact you.

What about my wife?

For all I know, she's probably dead too.

In this game, Dr Allen, no news is good news.

If anything like that had happened we'd know by now.

What do I do in the meantime? Go home and read a book?

I assure you we're doing our best.

Well, your best isn't good enough.

Yes?

Yes, he's here.

Yes, Jack.

Well, turn the place upside down again.

She knew where Smith was hiding. She must have written it down somewhere,

on her phonebook, on the laundry list, anywhere, keep on looking...

I can loan a car and take you home.

- Yes, Jack? - Yes.

No, thanks. I have my own car.

- Where can we reach you? - I'll be at the hospital.

All right.

- Good night, doctor. - Good night.

You've been tough on him, haven't you chief?

If it was your wife...

I'm not married, sergeant. You should know that.

Yes, I know.

Well, maybe I was a bit tough on him.

It's just that I feel so blasted helpless.

Henry Arthur Ryan, age 34, robbery with violence, petty larceny,

assault, robbery with violence.

All right, John, put out an alarm.

Let's see if we have any better luck with that bird.

Information room.

Look, it's nine o'clock. Why don't you pack it in?

What do we do in the meantime? Go home and read a book?

Hello. Inspector Durham's office here.

I have a priority message for all divisions.

Imperative.

Utmost concentration.

Find Henry Arthur Ryan,

age 34, height 5' 9", hair dark, complexion dark, eyes grey.

Wanted for questioning in connection with the murder of Mabel Smith.

Well?

Well, it's like I told you on the phone.

If I haven't done something to stop it,

she'd have told this character where to find Smith.

So you killed her.

- Well, I thought... - You're not paid to think, Ryan.

You're paid to do as you're told

and nobody ever said anything about killing anyone.

You know how I detest violence of any kind.

What was I supposed to do?

Say, "please, Mrs Smith, keep your big trap shut?"

Things are bad enough as they are

with every copper in town looking for Smith's flop.

- I never knew anyone so popular. - Why do you think...?

How should I know?

All I do know is if they find Smith, he'll talk.

And if they don't pick him up and he finds out I bumped off his wife...

Must you use that expression?

It's so casual.

All right.

Murdered then.

That's even worse.

Even so, I wouldn't like to be in your shoes when he does find out.

If anything like that happens I want you around, Ryan.

You understand? That's what I pay you for.

Don't get your stomach in an uproar.

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

This thing has become far more involved that I've ever anticipated.

I must've been there if you had to get mixed up in this in the first place.

This woman, Smith's wife, what did you do to her?

I strangled her.

How horrible! I've never thought it would come to this.

Never.

The point is it has come to this.

And what's the next move, eh?

It seems inevitable, doesn't it?

That's just a word all I had in mind.

If we only knew where Smith was...

What's this?

I've found that in her hand when I...

Anyway, it looks to me as if that's is where we'll find him.

I've checked up on it. It's a lockup garage near Surrey dock.

Surrey dock? But that's where the Astoria is berthed.

That's right.

So it looks as if Smith's doing a deal with Louie.

Louie!

Isn't it possible to trust anybody?

In this guy, I wouldn't trust my own mother.

What's the matter? Can't you knock?

Sorry, Mr Simon, I saw you were in. I thought you'd better know

we're having a bit of trouble with the boys.

Trouble? What sort of trouble?

They've had a short meeting now. It looks like they're coming out.

What's a strike now? But, what about our contract with the UK?

I should have to tell you what they think about your contract with the UK.

I've thought if you had a talk with the shop steward...

I'm not talking to any shop steward. You're dealing it, Bates, that's your job.

Well, I'm trying my best, but if you're after...

I want those men back on the job, and no arguments, Bates.

Do you understand?

I understand, sir.

Well, what do you want me to do about Smith?

I don't know.

Do whatever you think it's necessary, I suppose.

Do you know what I think it's necessary?

Is that what you want me to do?

Yes.

What time you make?

Ten o'clock.

Come on, on your feet.

- What for? - Come on, let's get out of here.

All right, get in.

What's that?

- Who is he? - Never mind who he is.

Where do you think you're going?

I'm doing something for him. He'll bleed to death.

Hey, let him bleed. Stop, will you?

- You're hurt? - No it's nothing major.

- Let me have a look. - No, leave it alone.

I think it's bad.

Yeah, it's the best I can do.

- How do you feel? - Yes, it's fine.

Thanks, doctor.

What's going on here?

- Come here. - All right.

Hold this, will you?

- Well, well, the old face is familiar. - Or rather it was.

Call the control. Tell them we just pick up Ryan.

Right.

Hey, take the wheel, will you?

How long you suppose you can get away with this?

Did you know the police are looking for you already?

I'll have to work fast. We can now be a thousand miles away from here.

Lying on some sunny beach, lighting a cigar with a 5 pound note.

Yes?

When?

- They picked up Ryan. - Where?

- Rotherhithe. - All right, let's go.

We'll be right over.

What's this place?

Mae and I used to come every night before we were married.

Who's Mae?

My wife. Dance crazy she is.

Would you like to dance? No, I guess you wouldn't.

Come on.

- Charlie? - In there.

- How are you, Charlie? - You are not coming in here.

This place is cool and I don't want the heat turn on.

You're not being very friendly, Charlie.

I don't feel very friendly.

Look, Frank. I don't want any trouble with the cops.

You got a trouble with Simon?

Simon?

Yeah, do you remember him?

What do you want?

I wanna stay here for a couple of hours.

- All right? - But Frank!

Okay, come on.

You all right?

- Yeah. - Sit down, I'll see the bandage.

What's the matter with him?

Never mind what's the matter with me. Get me something to drink.

You got some antiseptic?

I'll have a look. Is he hurt bad?

No. Cut out the dialogue, will you? and get me something to drink.

Hey, is that kid of yours still around? I want him to run a message for me.

Yeah, I'll send him in.

It doesn't look very clean. You wanna have some penicillin?

Yeah... penicillin...

Hi, Tony. Come on and shut the door.

Oh, kid, how are they treating you?

Does he have to be here?

Now listen, kid, that's what I want you to do.

You got a pencil? And a bit of paper.

I want you to go to this address and ask for Mrs Smith. Do you understand?

Tell her Frank is waiting for.

Bring it over there straightaway.

- Yeah. - Tell her to hurry.

Here.

Get going. Better you get yourself a cab.

And don't forget speak to no one except my wife, do you understand?

- Yes. - And go on as quick as you can.

- Here it is. - Thanks.

Why don't you go out and lose yourself?

How do you feel?

Oh, like I've been hit by a train.

Good evening, inspector. This is his wallet.

We've found this.

Good. Can I talk to him now?

Yes, but not too long.

- All right, Ryan, where is he? - Where is who?

Frank Smith.

Have you got a cigarette?

Is this yours? It's got your name on it.

Then it must be mine.

A factory pass into Amalgamated Chemicals.

Smith worked for Amalgamated Chemicals.

No doubt it's a coincidence.

Furthermore I have a witness who can identify you

as having been seen leaving Mrs Smith's flat just after she was murdered.

Can he now?

Whatever happens, you'll be on a murder charge, so you might want to talk now.

Hasn't anybody got a cigarette?

Who shot you, Ryan? It was Smith, wasn't it?

And he had a woman with him, didn't he?

We know that because we found her car under the railway arch.

Now, where did they get to?

You're a copper, you find out!

Ryan, just exactly what is it you do for Simon?

What do you mean?

You work for him, don't you? And so does Frank Smith.

And just how could a firm like Amalgamated Chemicals

utilize your particular talents, Ryan?

And why does Simon come into this?

What's the matter? Can't a guy do it on his job?

- So tell me Ryan, if she... - Somebody give me a cigarette.

All right, Ryan.

Here you are.

Make the most of them. They're probably the last you'll get.

Why can't they stop that row?

Shut up, will you?

That won't do you much good.

What you need is that bullet taken out of you.

Well, you're supposed to be a doctor, aren't you?

- Why don't you take it out? - With a penknife?

Where have you been? You should've been here half an hour ago.

I am here now, ain't I? Who's this?

Never mind who that is. You fixed everything?

It wasn't easy, Frank, but now I fixed it. You got the stuff?

Yeah.

Yeah, what's happened to you?

What time is it?

I'm hopping my ass out.

Hey, you ain't going to get very far like that.

- And ain't no doctor on that ship. - I'm a doctor.

I'm telling you, Smith. If you don't receive some proper attention,

you'll be dead in 24 hours.

- But if she could even... - Shut up!

As it is, you stand a good chance of losing that arm.

- Frank, you... - What you're gonna do about it?

- You ought to be in a hospital. - Hospital? Don't be silly!

- I could get some instruments. - No.

My husband... but it would mean phoning the hospital.

And the police?

You could be with me when I phone.

How long will it take to get here? I haven't got much time.

- You're not kidding. - Half an hour.

All right. Use the phone. Call him.

Well, go on.

Tell him from me he'd better come alone

if he wants to find you alive when he gets here.

Regional Mental Health Hospital.

Right now, watch yourself.

Is Dr Allen there, please?

He's not here, but you can get him at Temple Bar 5036.

- Oh, I see. Thank you. - Al right.

What's the matter?

He's in another hospital.

Frank, are you gonna fall in that gag?

All right, dial it.

North London Hospital. Dr Allen, just a moment, please.

Yes, he's in. Hold on, please.

- Dr Allen speaking. - Geoff, Geoff is that you?

Phil! Phil, where are you? What happened to you?

- You all right? - Yes, I'm right.

I've been worried out of my mind. Where are you now?

Listen, Geoff, listen very carefully.

I'll give you the address in a minute. I... I want you to come here right away.

- I demand being heard. - What do you mean? Who is it?

- I... - Is it Smith?

I can't tell you that, I...

I'll get out to the police right away.

No. No, don't do that.

He's wounded. Ad he's sick, Geoff. We may be able to do something for him.

Look, anyone has to fix my arm. Is he coming or not?

Phil, are you there? Phil...

It's a pretty bad wound.

It's a bullet that needs removing.

Can you bring some instruments?

Yes, but, Phil...

And get this: if you bring the law with you,

you'll have to fish your wife out of the river, do you understand?

Now hear where to come to.

Charlie's Social Club. 69 Bridge St. East India Dock Road.

You got that?

East India Dock Road.

Right.

Now listen: if anything happens to my wife...

Frank, it's time to leave now. That boat cannot wait.

Suppose that doc can't make it in time.

I told you! I'm waiting for Mae!

Where's that kid Tony got?

What do you want, son?

- I've got a message for Mrs Smith. - What is it?

He's got a message for Mrs Smith.

What is the message, son?

I was told to give it to Mrs Smith.

You give it to us and thus she should get it.

All right, all right, let me have a look.

You'd better come inside.

Go.

- Eyes on the down. - King's on the out.

- Come on, come on. - All right, all right.

Come on, show your money, show your money.

What do you want?

Is Frank Smith here?

- Who are you? - I'm a doctor. He sent for me.

Come in.

11:30 already.

- Geoff! - Phil!

You know? If I had a violin, I'd play it.

So you are Smith.

Yes, right.

Come on, come on, we haven't got all night.

All right, let's have a look at you.

Do you need some hot water?

No. I've got these things sterilized.

It's not his arm so much. It's the pressure on his brain what worries me.

I know. I saw the X-Ray.

Oh, this way he'll have to give himself up.

Otherwise, there's no knowing 'bout what he might do.

Better we get him to take an anaesthetic.

Come on, cut out the chat and let's get on with it.

What's that for?

- It's a local anaesthetic. - Yeah? Do without it.

Search a hand lamp, will you?

Now, let's see what's in here.

Oh, I'll tell you what's in there, a slug.

Are you quite sure about this, Brown?

Yes, sir. Here it is the envelope where the address written on.

Yeah. Come on, drive. This is the best you can do.

Well, are you sure it was as bad as she said?

Okay, okay, so now it's all over. Let's get out of here.

We missed that, but...

Will you shut up? I'm just waiting for Mae.

Charlie, what's happened with that kid of yours?

- I'll go on and see. - Mae, who is Mae?

- His wife. - His wife?

Look, Frank, maybe she's changed her mind, maybe she's not coming.

I told you to wrap it up!

Your wife isn't coming, Smith.

What do you mean? What do you know about it?

- Your wife is dead. - Dead?

What do you mean... dead?

What are you talking about?

She's been killed, Smith.

- Oh, you dirty liar! - I'm telling you the truth, Smith.

Your wife was murdered.

So that...

Whoever it was, the law will catch up with him.

If that was Simon, it won't.

He makes his own laws.

He just sits in his fancy office pressing buttons and giving orders.

"Kill Smith's wife", he says. And someone goes and does it.

Frank, for crying out loud, we've got 15 minutes. Are you're coming or ain't you?

I've got something better to do.

If you're thinking in taking the law in your own hands...

- I do not waste time thinking about it! - No, let the police getting this man.

Get out of here!

Now listen to me, Smith. Whatever you've done it won't be as bad as murder.

Nobody in the right senses wants to kill anyone,

no matter what they have done to him. That's why we've got the laws for.

- Smith, I'm warning you... - Shut up!

I promise you, Smith, if you give yourself up,

we'll do everything we can to help you.

I don't want your help.

Now, get away from that door.

People are dying every day; one more won't matter, I suppose.

- Come on, come on! - Okay.

It's the police, open up!

- I knew you did wrong. - What you wanna do?

Come on!

All right, kick it in!

Get away of that! Get out of here!

Ready!

- All right, all right. Where is he? - Where is who?

Grab the phone, head him off!

I suppose I shouldn't ask how you came to be here.

- Are you all right, Dr Roberts? - Yes, yes, I'm all right.

Let's get out of here.

- Oh, there he is! - Quick, come on!

- Come on! - Stop!

- He got away. - What the devil were you doing?

- He's gone after a man called Simon. - Simon? Of Amalgamated Chemicals?

He's got the idea that Simon killed his wife.

He must be mad.

Go to the factory and warn this man Simon.

- Right. - All right, come on.

Inspector, I think I'd better come with you.

All right.

Yes, speaking.

What?

He's on his way up there now.

I don't think he'll make it.

But if I were you, I won't take any chances.

He's a very dangerous man.

Yes, yes, I see.

All right, thank you.

Hello.

What's going on?

Hello, hello.

What's going on? What's come off with the light?

Generators are shut down. I mean they're are out.

But they can't do this to me.

It's your own fault, Mr Simon.

- If you hadn't fired those four men... - Those four men refused to work.

They refused to work with non-Union Labour.

If you choose to hire blacklegs to cut costs, you should expect trouble.

And as you said, you got it now.

Bates, Bates...

Bates, where is Ryan? Have you seen Ryan?

I've got better things to do that worry about your stooges.

Bates, don't leave me.

What's the matter with you?

Look here, I'm gonna tell the boys that we're taking those four men on again,

and you better back me up.

Bates, Bates...

Hey, open up!

Gonna ask him about that.

- Come on, open those gates. - If you say so...

Who's that?

Is that you, Ryan?

Who is it?

Open this door, Simon!

Open this door!

Has a man called Smith been through here?

Yes, about two minutes ago.

Right, open up, will you?

No...

How I get these doors open?

From the switch room. A man step on there.

Go around for another entrance.

Frank... Frank, I didn't want to do it...

Take him outside to the car.

I'll take you home.

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