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Oh.

Mr. Oswald, when did you leave the United States?

They tell me I'm an undesirable alien.

I find him very desirable.

Miss Michelle has much better taste in the State Department, believe me. Why

didn't the State Department deport you years ago?

Who knows? Maybe it took them all those years to find out I was undesirable.

It's like some husbands and wives.

For years they lived together in harmony, and then suddenly they hate the

sight of each other. And why am I in the divorce courts?

Are you a member of the Mafia?

No comment.

You're a friend of Mr. Armstrong?

Oh, we're very good friends, aren't we, Joe?

Miss Michelle is my secretary.

Mr. Armstrong, have you ever been in prison?

Sure, but I've never stayed overnight.

Are you going to be allowed to stay in England?

Allowed? Hell, I've come home.

I'm a British subject.

What are your immediate plans, Mr. Armstrong?

To get to the hotel and to get some lunch.

Do you intend going into business over here?

Well, what do you think?

I'm in no great hurry, though. I'll have to look around. It's been some 25 years

since I've left.

Will you be doing any sightseeing, Miss Michel?

I want to see all the sights, you know, Madame Tussauds, the tower and all those

castles. And maybe the O'Bailey.

O'Bailey, who's he?

Permission to view by special invitation.

Oh, I'm sure if Joe wants, he'll fix it.

Come on, honey, I'm getting hungry.

Here you are. Thanks, sir.

This is fabulous.

Absolutely fabulous.

And you're fabulous too.

Me?

I'm just a displaced person.

Oh, what a nice place to be displaced.

Must have been pretty expensive.

You don't have to worry about money when you stick with me.

I got plenty of it stashed away. Most of it's over here too.

I want to go sightseeing.

I want to go shopping. Oh, well.

Here's some spending money.

Look, we'll have lunch, go out and look around, eh?

But first, I must make a phone call.

Operator. Say, how many dollars in a pound?

285.

What's that? No, no. Temple Bar.

1301.

Mr. Matthews, I'm afraid the company can't help you.

Mr. Mason, I need this money.

Excuse me.

I'll put him on.

Joe, it's great to hear your voice. Did you have a good trip?

Fine, fine.

Can you come right over?

Good. Room 108.

Don't give your name. Come straight up.

I'll be right there.

Miss Brooks, could you come in, please?

Now, Mr. Matthews, I know we lend money, but we get over 5,000 applications a

week, so we can afford to be selective. Frankly, we don't rate you a good risk.

Would you reconsider?

That's fine, old Mr.

Matthews. Now, excuse me. Miss Brooks, would you see Mr. Matthews out?

Oh, Miss Brooks, you'd better cancel all my appointments today. I shall be back.

Very good, sir.

Will that be all, sir? Yes, that's fine. Thank you very much.

Thank you, sir.

Carolla, you'd better hurry or I'll start without you. I'll be right out.

Just in time for lunch.

Larry, how are you? It's good to see you.

I couldn't have been better, Joe.

Oh, Larry, this is Carola.

Hello. How are you, Carola? Oh, I'm thrilled to be in England.

Larry looks after all my interests here in London.

Larry, how about fixing us a drink, will you? What's it going to be? Well, what

about champagne?

To celebrate this auspicious occasion.

Oh, say, you sound real English. Oh, I am real English.

So what do you say we drink to the mother country?

Hello. Who?

Hold on.

Someone called Danny Thorne.

Who's he?

Wasn't wasting much time, is he?

Well, what is he?

Danny Thorne? He runs just about the biggest protection business in town. You

know, cafes, clubs, restaurants, the lot.

Calls himself King of the Underworld. King of the Underworld? Oh, please.

That's pretty important.

Well, what shall I tell him?

Tell him to abdicate.

Hello, King?

Mr. Armstrong says you're to abdicate.

Abdicate?

Well, it sounds as if he's trying to move in on our territory.

I can't understand it.

With his reputation, Armstrong won't dare make a move.

Every copper in the country will be watching him.

Well, what are you worried about, Peter?

We had competition before and always managed to deal with it. Yeah, but this

is different.

You can't fight Joe Armstrong.

You've got a one-track mind.

You know what they say.

If you can't beat them, join them.

You mean form a partnership?

Exactly.

With his money and our contacts, we could have the biggest set-up in town.

But we've got to move in before he does.

Have you told them the tariffs are going up next week? Yeah, there won't be any

trouble. You know, that's the third increase in six months.

Beats me how some of the smaller places can afford it.

You got the car outside?

Yeah. Let's go.

So you see, Joe, everything over here is fine.

You've got a good legitimate business as a front.

Money in the bank.

And nobody knows about you and me.

Nobody. Next move's up to you.

Oh, but I'm not moving.

For the next six months at least.

By then, they'll have forgotten all about me.

Who is it?

Did you say house detective or the squad?

Sorry to disturb you, sir. These two gentlemen are from Scotland Yard.

Superintendent Brett, sir, and Detective Sergeant Good.

I thought it more diplomatic to come up with the house detective rather than ask

for you at reception.

Well, please come in.

Well, what can I do for you?

Well, I'd like to see your passport, if you don't mind, sir.

Of course.

Thank you.

You'll find it quite in order.

Oh, I'm sure I will.

In fact, this morning at London Airport, they did everything except examine it

under infrared.

It gave me the impression they didn't want to let me into this country here.

You got the other one there, Frank?

Yes, sir.

What's that?

Your old passport, sir.

We got it from the British consulate in San Francisco.

That is where you surrendered it to get the new one, isn't it, sir?

Yes.

What's all this about?

I didn't want to come back to this country anyway.

No, I'm well aware of that, sir.

What possible interest could an old, out-of-date passport be to anybody?

Oh, it's not the passport itself, sir.

It's this.

Do you recognize it?

No, I can't say I do. Why? You should.

It's a photostat copy of a document you gave to the American immigration

authorities when you applied for your visa.

Well, that was 25 years ago.

24, to be precise, sir.

June 1939.

All right, 24, 25, what's the difference?

Am I supposed to remember every document I've handled that long ago?

Are these your fingerprints on this photostat?

How am I supposed to recognize my own fingerprints?

I don't have them tattooed on my face so I can look at them every time I shave,

you know.

Then I'll enlighten you, sir.

According to our records, these fingerprints belong to a man called John

Harmsworth. Who's John Harmsworth?

A rent collector who was murdered just before you went to America.

You gentlemen like some of this caviar here?

No, thank you, sir. It's too rich for me. No, thanks.

Superintendent, I'm always ready to cooperate with the authorities.

Then would you cooperate to the extent of letting me take your fingerprints

now? I have the necessary equipment with me. Now, look, I know the law.

I'm well aware of that, sir, but... But nothing. Look, you've got no right to

demand my fingerprints. We're not demanding anything, sir.

It's merely that we would like to compare your fingerprints with those

shown as yours on this photo. Look, I'm not responsible for anything you find on

that. I don't give a plug, Nicol, if you find Khrushchev's fingerprints on that.

Well, in that case, sir, we shall have to continue our investigation in a

different direction.

Now, look, I'll give you a receipt for your current passport. You'll give me a

receipt? Hell, you'll give me back my passport.

Not until we have completed our investigation, sir. Look, you tricked

that passport out of me.

If you have any complaints about my conduct, sir, I suggest you write to the

commissioner at New Scotland Yard.

He can come out now.

Say, what's the matter? You sick or something?

You look as if you've seen a ghost.

I have.

Darling, what happened?

No, no, no. It's nothing serious.

Oh, now what?

Mr. Armstrong's apartment.

Who is it?

Just a moment.

Danny Thorne. He's downstairs.

Honey, will you go down and get rid of him, please?

I'll be right down.

Be careful what you say to him.

Okay.

So?

I just had a visit from the police.

Oh.

Trouble with your papers?

Papers, nothing.

They're after me on a murder rap.

Is one of you gentlemen Mr. Thorpe? That's me.

Oh, I'm Mr. Armstrong's secretary.

I'm Peter Lewis, my partner. Glad to know you.

Well, we wanted to have a confidential talk with Mr. Armstrong about something

very important.

He's very busy right now.

In that case, we'll wait.

Will you join us for a drink? Why not? But he's in conference and it may last a

long time.

In conference?

I didn't know he had friends over here. Mr. Armstrong has friends everywhere.

Are you crazy?

Look, here I am facing a murder charge and you tell me it's not so serious. But

they haven't charged you yet. They're just making inquiries. And do you know

where those inquiries are going to lead to? Right back to Joe Armstrong.

Did you kill this rent collector then?

Yeah.

Yes, I killed him.

Not only did he collect rents, he collected bets.

It was Derby Day, I remember.

He had a lot of money on him. I needed money.

I waited for him in the car, hit him with a wrench.

I must have lost my head. I didn't mean to kill him.

With his money, I found his passport, his visa for America.

He was obviously planning to blow town with the money himself.

But Joe, the police are going to have a hell of a job to make a murder charge

stick after all these years. And the fact that you used a murdered man's

fingerprints to get into America is purely circumstantial. It's not those

prints that worry me.

It's the prints I left behind on that wrench.

Once they prove their mind, they'll arrest me. So that's why they took your

passport? Sure.

My prints were all over it.

Only a question of hours before they come back. Well, why stick around? Clear

out now.

Without a passport?

I can fix that.

I'll be watching every port.

And with my picture and all the papers, I'll never get away with it.

Well, even if it does come to court, no judge is going to pass a death sentence

for a crime committed over 20 years ago. Oh, that's a big comfort.

If I'm lucky, I might get off with a life sentence.

Larry, there's something I want to tell you.

I've made a lot of money. I appreciate that.

And I've got a beautiful girl.

I appreciate that, too.

I'd like to live to enjoy both.

Well, if the worst comes to the worst and you are arrested...

I'll see that you get the best defense in the country. That's not good enough.

Look, Larry, you've got to make sure that jury comes back with a verdict of

not guilty.

Well, how the hell do I do that?

In the States, it would be easy.

I had juries in my pocket and judges on my payroll there. Oh, you're in England

now. Money talks anywhere.

Well, that's impossible.

Is it?

That's not what you said five years ago.

Well, that's different.

I mean, over here, you can't just...

Fix judges like that? And when you were acquitted.

Didn't you say, Joe, I'll never forget what you've done for me? Yeah, well, I

meant it, too.

Well, now's your chance to prove it.

This time you've got to help me.

We must get Prendergast in on this.

Can you trust him?

Nobody trusts Prendergast.

But he's a very smart lawyer.

Go and see him.

Get all the information you can.

I don't care how you do it or how much it costs.

As long as the foreman of that jury stands up and says, not guilty.

Bribe. One of Her Majesty's judges.

You're joking, I hope.

I may be. Joe Armstrong, isn't it? My dear Larry, you must realize this is a

most improper subject of conversation for a solicitor. Well, it won't be the

first time you've had an improper conversation. Besides, I'm only wanting

some information.

Oh, the last known case of an English judge accepting a bribe... Oh, now, skip

the history lesson. I'm talking about the present day.

Well, regarding your question as purely academic, the answer is no.

Hmm.

What about juries?

Larry, I don't know what you're up to, and I don't want to know, but if you're

thinking of corrupting 12... Look, I'm not thinking of anything.

Like I said, I'm after information.

Purely academic, of course.

Well, I can't see any harm in that.

What do you want to know?

Well, how are juries chosen? At the Old Bailey, for instance.

Well, first, they're confined to residence in the Greater London area.

Names are chosen by ballot.

And the summonses are taken over by hand from the undersheriff's office to the

post office, where they're sorted and sent out with the ordinary mail.

How long before the trial? Oh, about a couple of weeks.

Do they have to be acknowledged?

In theory, yes, but in practice it's not essential, so long as you turn up at the

court on the day specified.

I suppose the letters are registered.

No, but to make sure that the recipient is in no doubt about the contents of the

envelope, the authorities print the words jury service across it.

Printed right across the front of it, eh?

Well, that helps a lot. How do you mean? That puts us in a very happy position of

knowing exactly which envelopes contain jury summonses.

Simplifying our job of stealing them. What? Sure.

Well, jury summonses for the entire panel, 50, 60, maybe 100.

I mean the works.

So the jury doesn't turn up. No, Larry, you're wrong. The jury does turn up. But

everyone's selected and screened by you and briefed by you.

Joe, I... Well, maybe I should throw myself out of the window.

On account of what? On account of what you're expecting.

Stage manage a crowd of fake jurors, produce them on courts numbers one, two,

three, and four of the old Bailey.

You don't really think we could get away with that, do you? All I'm concerned

about is court number one, where they stage murder raps, and where I

undoubtedly will get top billing.

Thinking of joining a vaudeville show?

Yeah, we have a new act called Hot Box Jury.

Darling, why are you up so early?

What's going on anyway? Ever since those two men came here yesterday, you and

Larry have been as tight as two clams.

Well, you'll know sooner or later. You might as well know now.

Those busy English cops say I murdered a rent collector.

Oh, yes. Where I come from, they always murder rent collectors.

Carola, Joe isn't kidding.

Darling, have they really got a case against you?

They think they have, and that's all that matters.

What are you going to do? Now, now, don't you worry, baby.

Larry here will fix everything.

You go on back and get dressed and let us finish our talk.

You better see you fix it.

I don't want anything to happen to you. There, there.

So you think I'm off my rocker, do you? Just tell me one thing.

Where do you expect me to find this fake jewelry?

Come over here, Larry.

See out there?

Ten million people.

Half a million of them are probably desperate for money.

And they do almost anything to get it, as long as they can get away with it.

All right, you've made your point. What do you expect me to do?

Conduct a door-to-door canvas?

Good morning, sir, or madam.

Would you like to serve in a fake jury and earn a thousand pounds for your

trouble? No, Larry.

You've got all the names in your files.

What do you mean, the finance company?

You keep a list of unsuccessful applicants, don't you? Oh, sure, we have

to. And a dossier on every one?

Yes, I know where they eat and where they sleep.

Most of them, of course, can't sleep at all.

Worrying about money.

How many of these money-hungry people have you got on your list? Oh,

thousands. Men and women.

Joe, I think maybe you've got something.

I think we might have a very sympathetic jury.

I told you those cops meant business.

You better get going.

Now, we shouldn't be seen together, so use the stairs.

Keep in touch, though, through Corolla. She'll stay on here. Right.

Oh, Larry.

I'm relying on you.

You ready yet?

What's the hurry?

The police are on their way up here to arrest me, that's all.

Joe, Dad.

Look, you've got to help me.

You're my only contact with Larry. Do exactly as he says.

Okay, but suppose... If you're short of any money, he'll fix it.

Open it.

Welcome in, gentlemen.

I've been expecting you.

Seen the paper? The magistrate sent your Armstrong for trial at the old Bailey.

Well, he must be scraping the barrel to judge him with this one.

It's political, that's what it is. A political murder?

No.

Political prosecution.

You see, the government's embarrassed by this all-time villain being dumped over

here, so the yard's been told to do something about him.

They've done it.

Maybe... maybe it's not such a bad thing after all.

Maybe he'll listen to us now.

So, how are you going to proposition him?

Bring him up at Brixton?

Ask the Chief Warder to give him a message?

No, no. I'm going to ring up that glamour girl of his. She's bound to be

going to see him.

Hmm. Good idea.

Yes? Who?

You know, we met at the hotel.

I'd like you to give a message to Joe Armstrong.

Could be.

Tell him if he wants help. I got friends.

Very influential friends.

Listen, he doesn't need your help. I thought I made that clear.

I wonder what makes him so confident.

Well, at least he's out of our hair.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Armstrong's bound to have a couple of aces up his sleeve.

He'll be back in business in three months.

Want to bet on it?

Now, if he does get off, he'll be very grateful for any help we give him,

right? And if he doesn't?

Look at it this way.

We know he's got a set-up over here.

If he gets stopped, somebody's going to carry on the business.

Then it won't be very difficult for us to move in.

Provided we know who to deal with.

That's what we are going to find out.

As your solicitor, Mr. Armstrong, I'm only a small cog in the machine.

But what I am particularly happy about is that Sir Renton O'Brien has agreed to

accept the brief for your defense.

He's good, is he? Why, he's worth his weight in gold.

Fortunately, he's not a very large man.

Anyway, I'll be bringing him to see you. You'll like him. I'm sure I will.

I'm much more interested, though, in what Larry is up to.

Well, he... I expect you two would like a few moments alone.

Larry says not to worry. He's got it all under control. Oh, that's good. He says

he's having the 12th candidate screened. It's all Greek to me. Well, it's sweet

music to me, baby.

When do you see him again?

He's waiting outside.

Bye, Joe.

I'll see you next week.

Come on.

You can scream your head off here and nobody will hear you. What time does

this dump open?

It doesn't. It's been closed by the police.

Why? Don't they like the artwork?

There's going to be no interruptions. We can have a nice, quiet talk.

Wait till Joe hears about this.

Joe is going to hear about it.

What do you want? Ransom money?

We're only trying to help him.

Oh, you're trying to help Joe. What can you offer him?

Look after his business interests while he's inside?

He's already got some.

You were saying?

I didn't say anything.

Who looks after his interests? I don't know.

He's going to hang, you know that.

Listen, I've already told you you're wasting your time.

I'm not in any hurry.

Maybe after a few days here you'll change your mind.

Especially with Harry, to keep you company.

We'll go after her, Harry.

You bet. Come on, Peter.

Where is she?

Who are you?

What do you want?

I asked the first question. I said, where is she?

Who is this? Someone you know?

Never seen him before.

Get out of that chair before I wrap it around your neck.

Get it out!

Now look, mister, you just stage your business and get out.

This is an office, not a wrestling ring.

Who is it you're looking for? Carola Michelle.

I saw you two goons grab her outside the prison.

You mean Joe Armstrong's secretary?

Well, we...

We just took her off for a little business discussion, that's all.

She'll be quite safe. I said, where is she?

Look, this is a private matter between Joe and me.

Anything that concerns Joe Armstrong concerns me.

Well, well, well.

Why didn't you say so before?

This is what I've been trying to find out ever since Joe arrived in this

country. Look, Mr. Thorne, Joe aren't interested.

That may be so, but now he's inside, perhaps I can do business with you.

Oh, that's out of the question.

In any case, Joe is going to be acquitted.

You seem very certain.

Maybe I am.

You know, if Joe is keeping you in the background, there must be a very good

reason.

Perhaps, uh...

Superintendent Brett would like to know about it.

I think you might have something.

Maybe we should talk business.

Here.

Sit down.

You just tell Joe he's got friends outside.

And if he's acquitted... I mean, when he's acquitted...

We'll get together and we'll discuss details.

Sort of round table con... Okay.

But I'll have to consult Joe. He takes all the decisions.

You do that. Well, naturally, I can't go to see him myself.

Cruella does that, so... What have you done with her?

She's in good hands.

I think I've killed him.

It'll take more than this to kill Harry.

Thanks for rescuing me.

Say, how did you talk Danny into letting me go?

I did a deal with him.

A deal? I had to. He's got to be strung along now that he knows I'm associated

with Joe.

Oh, how was he when you saw him?

Joe? Oh, he's fine.

He didn't want to say anything on account of Prendergast being there.

I hear he's got hold of Sir Renton O'Brien for the defense. That'll set Joe

back a few thousand.

I know.

And Prendergast asked for something on account as soon as possible.

Okay. I'll fix it.

Joe's lucky to have a friend like you.

Carilla, I owe Joe a hell of a debt.

If it wasn't for him, I should have gone to prison.

Joe never told me.

Well, it was when I was over in the States.

I was trying to con a $50,000 bracelet.

Was she pretty?

I wasn't like that.

It was a Tiffany's.

Ah, you know the form.

Good morning.

I am Lord Mason.

I'd like to see some diamond bracelets for a young lady.

Jazz.

Anyway, Joe happened to be in court when my case came up.

He was an old friend of the judge.

I'm still grateful to him.

I can be grateful, too.

Right now, you'd better save all your gratitude for Joe.

And later?

Okay, sirrah, sirrah.

Thank you, Larry.

That should cover our immediate expenses.

I told Joe Armstrong that Sorrento wouldn't be cheap, but I wanted to do

the best I could for him.

There is one other thing you could do to help.

I've told you already, Larry, I can't be involved in anything unethical.

I'll let you be the judge of that.

I want you to find out what day the jury summonses are being sent out for the

next sessions at the Old Bailey.

Do you know what you're asking? I think I do.

But you've got friends in court. It shouldn't be too difficult for you.

It's quite impossible.

I've got to think of my reputation.

You won't have a reputation if I tell the Law Society about some of the deals

you've been mixed up in.

Since you put it so charmingly.

I can't very well refuse, can I?

Yeah, and you tell him.

If he doesn't pay, there'll be trouble outside his place every night from now

on. Right.

I don't like chiselers.

Don't worry about Carlo.

He'll pay up. No, I don't mean him. I mean Larry Mason.

Joe's had plenty of time to consider a proposition.

If Larry's put it to him.

I don't trust him.

Come in, Harry.

What are you going to do?

Get the boys to rough him up a bit?

That won't prove anything.

No, I want to know what he is up to.

I want you to watch Larry Mason.

He's flat in his office. Who goes in, comes out.

If you see anybody you know, trail them. Right.

And keep away from the girl.

Next time, we may not be around to look after you.

Ten, eleven, twelve.

Full house.

I thought a full house was five.

Tell Joe when you see him this afternoon that I've got the names of the 12

candidates. What are you and Joe up to? Neither of you seem to be worried about

this trial.

It's all fixed. Oh, you can't fix a trial in this country. I'm not that

dumb. That was always the first time.

Who are you going to fix? I'll give you three guesses.

You mean 12, don't you?

12 members of the jury.

Catching on time.

Thanks.

Oh, Prendergast.

Have you got that date for me? When?

The day after tomorrow.

Thanks. I knew you'd cooperate.

I'm beginning to make progress.

But how are you going to fix those 12 characters for the real jury?

Simple. The jury let us go out day after tomorrow. Now, it could be that they'll

make a little detour through this office.

12 will stay here.

And you will make a special delivery to your own jury.

You're not so dumb, are you?

Not when you get to know me better.

Now, run along, love.

I've got work to do.

Yeah? How long, Mr. Mason?

I've got something for you.

Day after tomorrow.

It's a post office job.

Now, I've spoken to our contact, and this is the form.

Nice work, Johnny.

Things just fell into place, Gough.

I'll be in touch.

I may have another little job for you.

Anytime.

Hello, Danny. What brings you down this part of the world? Fresh air.

Give us a couple of beers, Molly.

My luck must be in!

What do you mean, your luck? It's my luck.

Hello. How's the game, Johnny?

It's all right.

All right?

We heard you had a bit of luck, so we came down to see you.

That's nice of you.

Have a drink.

Just one moment.

Got anything good?

Nah, nah.

Just been delivering a few letters, that's all.

Be deadly for the post office to be take Mount Christmas postman, isn't it?

There won't half be a Barney when Nervity turns up.

What were they? Wedding invitations?

You'd never guess.

Oh, come on, have a drink.

No, Johnny, you've had enough. Why don't you go home?

We'll give you a lift, Johnny.

I was told I'd find you here.

Goodbye. Never mind.

All right, now that you are here, what do you want?

Oh, just repaying your visit.

We were getting worried about you and Joe.

We thought you might have a message for us.

Joe's got other things on his mind.

It appears you have too.

Put those down.

I'd forget about the judo if I were you.

You're taking a liberty, aren't you?

Trying to double-cross us is one thing, but attempting to pervert the course of

justice.

That's really very naughty.

So you're shocked. What are you going to do about it?

Nothing, provided you and Joe cooperate this time.

And I think you will.

After all, it won't do Joe's case any good if it got around that you were

trying to rig the jury.

I see.

Blackwell. No, no, no.

I'm doing Joe a favor.

I'm letting him buy himself into my organization on the ground floor. How

much?

Shall we say the amount on the window?

Fifty thousand?

Fifty thousand?

Why, it's either this or, as they say in the papers, the documents will be sent

to the director of public prosecutions.

Okay. I'll get the money as soon as I can.

Tomorrow?

Look, you don't think I can sign checks for that amount, do you? This will have

to go through Joe. Corrella will have to see him.

Then she'll be able to explain to him the situation, won't she?

She'll tell him it's a matter of life and death.

So it is.

It will be a cash check, won't it? Of course.

We'll look after these.

As security, right?

Be my guest.

Yes?

Speaking.

This is Mr. Mason of the Finance Company.

I think I've got some good news for you.

Oh, that's marvelous, sir.

When would you like to come and see us?

Could we say tomorrow afternoon sometime?

Perfect.

I'll see you then.

Goodbye.

Yeah. Oh, this is Larry. Is that Johnny?

Yeah, this is Johnny.

Look, I've got another job for you. I want you to put those letters back where

you found them.

Johnny, you sound terrible. What's the matter? Have you been drinking?

With Danny?

You needn't explain, Johnny.

I've just seen him myself.

It wasn't my fault, Mr. Mason. They might be talking.

Well, never mind, Johnny. It'll be their turn next.

Now look, I'll pay you double, but it's got to be done tomorrow.

All right.

You can pick the letters up in the morning.

Oh, and Johnny, next time, don't spend all the money on booze, and you won't

get into trouble.

Mr. Mason, I really do need that money very badly.

You don't need the money badly, Mr. Phillips Green.

You need it desperately.

I couldn't agree with you more.

Yes, desperate is far more applicable.

Because if something isn't done pretty quickly, you'll be in jail.

That painful thought had crossed my mind.

You're supposed to be running a mail order business.

You've been taking money from customers all over the country and you haven't

supplied the goods. Now, you know what that is, don't you?

It's downright fraud.

But it wasn't intentional.

I just couldn't get the goods because my credit had stopped.

Because you hadn't paid for the goods you'd had previously.

I know, I know, but look, there were the household expenses of a large family.

School fees, doctor's bills.

If only I could have that loan. All right, I have a question, Mr Phillips

Creek.

No reputable finance company would advance you a penny, let alone £5,000.

I'm only asking for one more chance.

That's what they all say.

But this time it's different.

I've been offered a job in Australia.

I know I can make good. If only I can clear my debts. My co-directors would

think I'd gone mad if I authorized a company loan to you.

No, it's no use, Mr. Baskin.

I am not going to lend you the money.

Oh.

I'm going to give you the money.

Give me the money?

That's right.

Why? I mean...

Well, let's just say that I'm a philanthropist.

There you are.

Oh, there is just one condition.

You must leave for Australia by the end of this week.

But how can I?

There won't be time.

Then you better make time or you'll be in prison.

But what's the hurry? I mean, why should you care when I... Do you want the money

or don't you?

Of course.

Of course.

There's 3,000 there, an account that should be enough to settle your debts

and pay your fares.

I'll hold the balance as insurance. You'll get it when you get to the

airport. Of course.

I'll phone as soon as I know the date.

Thank you.

Thank you.

The other door, Mr. Phillips Green.

Oh, how silly.

I shall be eternally grateful.

If I were you, I shouldn't count on such a long life.

Danny Thorne.

First he snatches you and now he blackmails me.

Just wait till I get out of here. I'll fix him.

He'll fix Larry and you if you don't sign that check.

Yeah, I know.

50,000 pounds.

He'll pay me back with interest after the trial.

Larry says not to worry. It's all in the bag.

He's a smart boy, Larry.

He's all right.

Good looking, too.

I hadn't noticed. Oh, come off it, baby.

I know what you're like when you get with a handsome guy.

Joe, you're the only man in my life. Larry doesn't even know I exist.

Just keep it that way.

Oh, good evening. I'd like to speak to the senior officer on duty.

Oh, good evening.

Oh, never mind who I am.

Look, I've got some information for you.

I suggest you pay a little visit to Mr. Danny Thorne of Thorne Enterprises.

He may have something of interest to you.

Hmm? Oh, stolen jewelry summonses, for instance?

Not at all.

It's always a pleasure to do business with the police.

I'm making some inquiries about Mr. Larry Mason.

Larry Mason?

Mr. Armstrong's partner. Surely you must know him.

I may have met him occasionally. I don't know all Joe's friends.

He's disappeared. I thought perhaps you might have seen him. Me?

I just said I hardly know him.

Very well.

If he should contact you, perhaps you'd be good enough to ring me at this

number. Of course.

Why do you want him?

Oh, just routine inquiries.

Oh, Miss Michelle, you do realize that in this country it's a very serious

offense to withhold information from the police?

Yes, superintendent.

Larry, where have you been? I've been worried sick. I've been looking

everywhere for you. Sorry, love, I had to disappear. The police are looking for

me. I know. The superintendent was here.

What's going on?

They've arrested Danny Thorne. Oh, that's terrible.

That means they'll know all... Look, they don't know anything.

Now tell Joan not to worry. Everything's going as planned.

I'll see you both in court.

All persons who have anything to do before my lady, the Queen's justices,

for the jurisdiction of the Central Criminal Court, draw near.

and give your attendance.

God save the Queen.

George Albertson.

Frances Jane Twyford.

Sidney John Elliott.

Thomas William Edwards.

Henry Philip Scree.

David Eric Folsom.

Kenneth...

And so, members of the jury, it is for you to decide

whether on that night, so many years ago, Joseph Anthony Armstrong did, in

fact, murder the defenseless rent collector, Harnsworth.

There remains nothing more for me to say, except that... If there is any

doubt in your minds as to whether the prosecution has proved its case against

the accused, then the accused must be given the benefit of that doubt.

Now, I will ask you to retire to consider your verdict.

Which is your foreman? I am. Will the foreman please stand?

Members of the jury, are you agreed upon your verdict?

We are.

Do you find the prisoner, Joseph Anthony Armstrong, guilty or not guilty of

capital murder?

Guilty. You find the prisoner guilty of capital murder.

And is that the verdict of you all?

It is.

Oh, yea, oh, yea, oh, yea.

My lord's queen justices do strictly charge and command all persons to keep

silence while sentence of death is passed on the prisoner.

God save the queen.

Joseph Anthony Armstrong, you have been found guilty of a most brutal murder.

The fact that it took place 25 years ago can have no effect on the sentence I'm

about to pass.

You will be taken from here to the place from whence you came and from there to a

place of execution where you will be hanged by the neck until you are dead.

Corolla? You weren't going to leave without me.

Ah!

Rio. I've always wanted to go there.

Well, not with me, you don't. Don't say you can't afford it. Not with the 50,000

pounds that Danny Thorne didn't get.

That's what you just put in the back, isn't it?

You're not dumb at all, are you?

I warned you, didn't I?

I can see I've got plenty to find out about you.

You'll have all the time in the world in South America.

Now, let's get going. I don't want to miss the plane.

While climbing beside me.

Whatever else, Sam, I'm not your chauffeur.

I still don't understand.

After all, Danny told the police that you had fixed the jury when he was

arrested. I know he did, but here comes the big laugh. I never fixed that jury

at all.

When the police checked, they found that every single one was genuine. And I was

carrying documents to prove that I was Phillips Green.

Larry Phillips Green.

Smart.

Well, even the jury trusted me enough to make me their foreman.

You didn't really do it for the money, did you?

No. Not entirely.

You see, I've found something out.

I've been conning all my life.

But I can't stomach murder.

One single to Rio.

The baggage check, I think I'll take care of that.

Then we'd better hurry. Just one moment, sir. Yes?

Can I have a word with you in private?

I'm afraid not. I've got a plane to catch right now.

I'm afraid you can't catch a plane right now, Mr. Phillips Green. I have a

warrant for your arrest.

I'm sorry, did you say Phillips Green? There must be some mistake. That's not

my name.

Here, I'll show you my passport.

I have a warrant for the arrest of a man by that name.

Accused of mail order frauds. Would you like me to show it to you? There's no

point. I'm not Phillips Green. Here, look at my passport.

Look, sir, I was at Armstrong's trial earlier today.

You were foreman of the jury, surely, sir?

Well, it must be a case of mistaken identity.

I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I must detain you until we sort it out.

I'll take that. You won't be needing it now.

I have to fly. Bye, honey.

Bye.