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Thank you.

He's pretty near the mark, you know.

Sooner or later, somebody's going to take this crusading reporter seriously,

like the police, for instance.

There is nothing anybody can prove against me.

Nothing. Not even a parking offense.

Don't be so confident.

This Jack Moyer really is on the right track. Listen to this.

Quote.

I'm here to tell you it's working. The response to the previous articles in

this series is impressive.

Every piece of information I get for you is investigated by this newspaper.

If substantiated, we pass it on to the police.

Some big people are getting worried.

The biggest in particular, Sebastian Duclo, owner of the New Haven Club in

Soho. I wish he wouldn't use my first name. I hate it. The file against him is

getting bigger. We're almost there. We need just one brave man to come forward

and talk.

What about one of those who got mauled in the Duke's ruthless drive to power?

If, for personal reasons, someone who wants to help is unwilling to go direct

to the police, contact me.

All the resources of this great newspaper will be on his side.

Just phone me, Fleet Street 10,000, Jack Moyer.

I must do something about this, Jack Moyer.

I don't see what. If anything happens to that reporter, the finger points

straight at you.

Would you be terribly upset if anything happened to me?

Oh, Sebastian, you know... Don't call me that.

But it's your name, Sebastian Duclos.

Don't you really like it?

Melanie, you're a bitch, aren't you?

All women are.

But then you have told me that I'm all woman.

Is Melanie with you?

You mean Miss Kauff? She's on in five minutes.

I'm just going to change, and it takes me four.

Give me that.

Wally, are you still there? Yeah.

Come in here a minute.

I want to change the plans for next Tuesday afternoon.

Right.

I'll be with the editor, Hilda. Take messages.

Okay.

News editor's office.

Hilda, it's me, Jack Moyer. Is Bill McKenzie there?

Lucky for you, he's just gone to see the old man.

But he wants to know where you are. A correction.

Where the hell you are?

Well, the hell do you think I am? On a story.

Well, that may quieten him down. Who knows?

It should.

I'm about to get full documented proof of enough of the Duke's crimes to have

him put away for good.

Oh, if it's about the Duke again, that won't quieten the news editor down. On

the contrary.

Look, is Diana there? I'd like to talk to her.

Diana! Diana Chalmers! Telephone in here!

What you see in her, I'll never understand.

I've got much better legs.

Oh, here she is.

Thanks, Hilda. Who is it?

Hello? Diana.

Something's turned up. I won't be able to make it tonight.

Oh, no, not again. Look, Jack, I'm just about fed up with everything.

Diana, listen.

I'm about to meet up with an old chum of the Duke's who tells me he can get me so

much evidence that Mr. Sebastian Ducolo will look like a coffin lid when I screw

him across the front page of the evening record.

And that's your number one ambition, isn't it?

Professionally, yes.

And you're about to meet this man?

That's right.

Rickett, Wood Station.

His train is due in any moment.

Please make it a good story, Jack. Your dear news editor doesn't like you, nor

your everlasting crusade against the Duke.

Look, the train's here.

Diana, do me a favor. Keep Bill McKenzie sweet for me, will you?

Some assignment.

Chakrasnay could be dangerous.

You will be careful.

Aren't I always?

By now, I'll be in touch.

The last paragraph. That's what I said. I don't want to be super liable.

Well, what do you want? Any calls?

Only Jack Moore and Diana talk to him. Oh, where the hell is he? Brickett Wood.

Brickett? Where the hell's that?

He's chasing a story he's sure you'll go bundle on.

What story?

Inside information on the Duke.

I might have known it. Always looking for glory under dustbins. Nobody will

ever get the truth on the Duke.

Jack's dreamt up think pieces will never make the front page. I don't understand

you. Why do you hate him so much?

It'd take too long.

Mr. Wheeler.

Jack Moyer. That's right.

Shall we talk here?

No, I don't think so.

My car's over there.

Very nice.

You top reporters make a lot of money. Not enough.

Shall we go for a drive?

No, I'm a nervous passenger.

Let's go down here.

Okay.

This way?

Yeah, all right.

You ever met the Duke?

Interviewed him once.

He doesn't like you.

Mutual.

Well?

Would you like a cigarette?

No, thanks.

Quilter.

Some people don't love players, eh?

Well?

Start talking.

More than talking.

I've got photographs.

I've got letters with the Duke's signature on them. Originals.

I've got a lot for you.

What have you got for me?

Money. That's what I like to hear. How much and when?

Who are you talking to?

I'll see you later.

Not Jack Maher.

That's that.

He's missed the late final extra again tonight.

What does he think this is?

Boy's own paper?

I suppose you think he's wonderful, like all the other women around this office.

I've met worse.

Let me tell you, he's the most undisciplined, incompetent reporter it's

ever been my misfortune to meet.

Talking about the man I love again. Who else?

Late final extra in the machines?

Uh-huh. Will you want me any more tonight?

No, no, no, you buzz off.

Who's the lucky man tonight?

Paul McAndrews, the rewrite man.

Scotsman this time. That's right.

You had my sympathies.

News editor's office?

Jack Moyer.

Where the hell are you?

The late final extra's gone through.

Now, wait a minute, Bill, before you jump down my throat.

I've been kidnapped.

You're drunk.

I never heard your far-fetched execution all my life.

If you're not back here within an hour, you're sacked.

Phil, wait a minute. I... I don't care where you are. One hour.

And I'll be waiting for you.

Oh, hey, am I glad to see you.

Is this your car?

Yeah. Look, I'd like to report something. Can I have your car keys,

please? First, I'd like to tell you my story.

No, sir. First, you give me the car keys.

Here you are.

Now, if you'll just listen to my story... Where have you just come from,

sir? I've been trying to tell you. I've been kidnapped. Kidnapped? Yeah,

kidnapped and held prisoner for an hour and a half. Then they dumped me on the

roadside from this car. I didn't get the number. The plate was dirty.

I see.

When was this?

Between about 4.15 and a quarter to six.

Just about the time of the robbery.

What robbery?

The mail van of the Midland Pullman Express was robbed of about £60,000.

The communication cord was pulled outside the station, Brickett Wood.

That was about 4.25.

Just my luck. What do you mean? I'm a newspaper reporter and I missed that.

You claim you're in the hand of some kidnappers at the material time. Yes. We

have information that your car was spotted at the scene of the crime.

Hey, Sergeant, come and have a look at this.

GPO mail bags.

Registered envelopes.

Postal orders.

And look at this.

A police truncheon.

I don't know how this stuff got in here. Put your hands on there.

Come on, put them up.

The trouble with you crooks is you don't think of the consequences when you

attack a policeman. What are you talking about? I'm not a crook and I didn't

attack anyone. Police Constable Turner, the local man, was cycling by when he

saw the stopped train and some people running away from it. We'll testify that

he was attacked and beaten up with his own trenchant.

Mr. Parfit!

Look, I don't know anything about all this.

I told you I was kidnapped and kept prisoner for an hour and a half.

It's obvious someone's trying to frame me.

I'm a journalist. I can prove my identity.

Phone the evening... Well...

Yes, that's one of them. Yeah, definitely.

In fact, he's the one who hit the policeman.

Yes, that's him.

Any more questions?

Hello, Jimmy. We've got one of them.

All the evidence you want. Hand an eyewitness.

You should be very proud of yourself today.

Jack Moore has turned out exactly as you said.

Well, we've had our difficulties, but I can't believe he's a crook.

Get Diana Travers in here, will you?

Diana! Diana Travers! Bill wants you!

You know, when you get the sack from here, you'll never get another job.

Why ever not? I've got wonderful legs.

But look!

How else did I get this job?

Yes?

Do you know any more than all this?

He was framed. He must have been.

It was just a mailbag. The postal orders are registered letters. I might agree.

Even the policeman's truncheon.

But there was an eyewitness, Diana.

An eyewitness.

Look, you know as well as I do that the dupe was behind the whole thing.

He got mad at being attacked by Jack in his series of articles.

It's the only reasonable explanation.

Well, the police version sounds pretty reasonable.

But they were tipped off. That eyewitness was lying.

I tell you, Jack was framed.

Yes, but if they make it stick...

I mean hitting a policeman. They don't like it, you know. He could get ten

years.

I'd like to have a word with the Duke.

So what good would it do?

You won't get a confession out of the Duke.

He owns the New Haven Club, doesn't he?

Yeah. Will you take me there tonight?

This seems to be the trend in these modern times.

What? Well, like this.

Big time crooks operating within the law.

That's right.

Gambling is legal now. Whenever he feels the need for an extra lump sum, he just

rings up his undercover organization and says, Max, rob me a bank. I need 50,000.

Or the Midland Pullman Express.

I need 60,000. Well, there you are. You also think the Duke's behind it.

Better pipe down. Here he comes.

I'm terribly sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. McKenzie. We have met at a press

club lunch about three years ago, remember?

We haven't met, though.

Now, this is Miss Diana Travers, also on the evening record.

The women's section.

Well, what can one say about the women's section?

Mr. Duclos, will you have a drink?

Oh, please, you're at my place. Be my guests.

Same again, sir? No, thank you. Madam? No olives this time, please.

Now, Mr. Duclos, can we come straight to the point? Of course.

You know about the train robbery near St. Albans?

Oh, yes, yes.

Then you must also know that one of our reporters, Jack Moyer, has been arrested

and charged with it.

Well, well, well.

That can't be very good for your paper.

I think the paper will survive the shock.

Mr. Duclos, I spoke to Jack on the phone, and his defense will be that he

is quite innocent of the charge, that the evidence was planted in his car by

persons who wished him ill, and that you were behind it all.

Oh, no. This fellow has more than the usual share of imagination.

All those articles, and now this.

But I believe there was an eyewitness.

Yes, very damning.

The barman at the local hotel.

I expect he's lying. He must be.

Oh, don't underestimate the police. Surely they must have checked on the

eyewitness. Anyway, Jack's defense will have a lot of sense to it. It'll sound

quite logical and reasonable to the jury.

Why do you think so?

You have read Jack's articles about yourself.

Oh, yes.

You admit to being annoyed by them? Of course I was annoyed by those

irresponsible attacks on me.

You admit that in the past you were not entirely innocent of criminal activity?

A good counsel will make it sound very plausible.

I think it all adds up and it'll easily do so in the minds of the jury.

She's good, isn't she?

Miss Travers, you're not only beautiful, but a very brave girl as well.

To come here, here, and say all these things to my face.

Jack Moyer is my fiancé, and I know he didn't do it.

Has he got a good lawyer?

I doubt it.

Then get him the best defense counsel.

Here you are.

One thousand pounds.

A gift.

No strings.

We can't accept it.

And a good story for your paper. Take it or leave it.

Bill, look, if... Oh, if... I shall leave you to think it over, shall I?

Tell me your answer later.

But let me give you one more thought.

Only a rich man can afford to turn down a thousand pounds.

See you later.

Diana, we've been outmaneuvered by a very clever man.

Yes, we have.

Offering us this check was a masterstroke.

Even if we don't take it, I must print the story.

Why must you print it? If we don't say anything, nobody will know.

Nonsense. He's just got to tell a few of the other national papers that he

offered a thousand pounds for Jack's defense and we withheld the story.

Wouldn't he use the stand to go to town on us?

Yes, he is a clever man.

No wonder Jack was so keen to expose him.

Better men than Jack have tried.

Like the CID, the fraud squad.

They must have a hefty file on the Duke at Scotland Yard. But nothing sticks.

Poor Jack.

We'll take the money, eh?

Might as well.

At least he'll be a thousand pounds better off.

Hello, Wally.

How did it go?

Great. Everything went just according to plan.

I've got all the figures down here for you.

There we are.

Total usable haul.

51,837.

Oh, the rest was in cheques, which we burnt together with everything else.

Right, well, that left just over 33,000 to go to the dogs with.

Now, there's the details for each race. You can check that in tomorrow's papers.

There's winners, prices, and your losses.

There you are, then.

Net winnings in clean notes.

20,249 pounds.

It's all yours, Duke.

Oh, uh, except for Morrie Parfitt, that is.

Well, I've included my cut in your race losses, as you can see.

Well, it's not unreasonable, is it?

No, Wally. You certainly deserve it.

We've done very well.

Thanks.

It's been a long day.

I'm quite happy with £20,000.

And, of course, Jack Moore has been properly dealt with.

That went like a dream.

Actually, my net profit is only £19,000.

Eh? I just donated £1,000 for his defence.

You what?

I did.

Well, don't you see? He takes all the wind out of his sails.

That's remarkable.

I hope he gets a nice long sentence.

That bit of ceiling you're staring at.

You worn a hole in it yet?

I said, have you worn out the ceiling yet?

Why don't you look somewhere else for a change?

Oh, my, it did give me a turn.

For a moment there, I thought he was going to say something.

What's the time, Charlie? Time you joined a living mate.

Honest, I've never had such a tear away as a cellmate before.

Why don't you go and see the M.O.? Perhaps there's some pills you can take.

You still haven't got used to being locked up, have you? After six months.

I've got two years, Charlie.

Two years.

How much did I get off of good behaviour?

Oh, not again.

Come on, Charlie, tell me.

You've got two years. You've done six months. If you're a very good boy, they

might knock off four months.

It was just over a year to go.

What then?

I'm going to get my revenge.

I was framed.

Why, you are chatty today.

You'll be giving away all your secrets next.

I expect I'll tell you one day.

Who shopped you?

No.

It's what I'm going to do to him when I get out.

What's happened to you all of a sudden? Why are you so happy today?

It's my anniversary, Charlie.

I've been in one year today.

I'm over the hump.

What's a year?

Look at me. I've done two and a quarter already.

Check.

Oh, I can't get the angle of this ruddy game.

What are you going to do when you get out, Charlie?

Me? Pick up me mates.

Know us around.

Get a job.

Didn't you tell me once you were in the fridge business?

Yes. I'm working this cold storage business in Wapping.

Nine hours a day at zero degrees.

Pretty cool, eh?

Yeah. Good number, though.

Only one's brain was so frozen it didn't tumble me.

What about your brain Charlie? Wasn't it frozen nine hours a day at zero degrees?

I kept nipping out for a bit of warmth.

Usually with something under me duffel coat.

Lovely chickens they were. Smashing sideline.

So you can't go back there eh?

Oh I don't know.

They don't know about the chickens.

That's not what I meant for you though.

I got the job in the first place of the PAA.

No kidding.

Pan American Airways?

Prisoners Aid Association you nit.

Yeah they're a good firm like that. They don't mind taking on people like us.

They'll love me again.

Of course I might not want to.

Why not?

Make me fingers numb.

Over the mail.

Well, there's a parcel for you at the office. It's a big one too.

This note came with it.

Sir?

Sir?

Sorry, Wright. I'll write to you myself one of these days.

Didn't know you cared.

Do you want to lose your emission?

Shut up.

I can have you for this.

Don't be a mug, mate.

You've got sense.

Use it.

It's just eight more months, remember?

Here he comes.

What's all this row about?

Row? How that?

My stomach's getting ready for his food parcel.

You two are up to something.

Out with it. Oh, it's nothing really, superintendent.

We were just planning a party. It's his first anniversary.

Pick that up.

And watch it, you two.

Happy anniversary.

Congratulations. 60,000 of them. A duke.

A duke.

So that's it.

Who's the one that shopped you? The duke himself?

Yep. Talk about turning the knife.

Typical of him.

Did you know him then, Charlie? Know of him?

A maid of mine had his face chipped in Seoul one night.

Yeah. I know some tales about the duke.

So now you know my tale.

Yes. At last.

I'm going to get him, Charlie.

When I get out, I'm going to get him.

How? Hmm?

How will you do it? I don't know.

Not yet.

Look, uh, maybe I can help.

You? Why?

Well, it's an unwritten law amongst old legs. Always help a cellmate. Unless, of

course, you can't stand the sight of him.

When do you get out, Charlie?

About a month before you, I reckon.

If I don't upset the screws with my witty tongue.

That gives us about six or seven months.

Time enough to think about it.

And to work out a plan.

I love you, Jack.

Did you get me some money?

Yeah, it's in my handbag.

Do you want it now?

Oh, no, not yet.

The bank statement?

Yes, it's also in my handbag.

Diana, be a good girl and get me a number, will you?

Now? I'd like to get things settled.

All right.

Here we are.

First things first, like we said.

I know exactly what comes first.

Revenge against the Duke.

And I thought you'd finally give him all that up when you didn't want the press

clippings anymore.

I've never given it up.

But I started to talk to it to Charlie, my cellmate.

He's a wonderful chap.

We should meet him sometime. I can't wait.

Because I talked to him, I was able to spare you listening to things you didn't

want to hear.

Thanks, it was very thoughtful of you. I must say, visiting you was certainly

more pleasant those last few months, and I thought... Oh, hold on a moment. Here

you are.

Charlie? Charlie Wright?

Yep. It's me, Jack Moyer.

Well, well, well, me old soul, mate. So they let you out after all, eh?

Well, of course. This morning on the dot, just like you worked it out.

But how about you?

How are you getting on?

Have any luck yet?

Yeah, got my old job back.

in this cold storage place in Wapping.

Like I told you once, they don't mind helping old lads. Of course, the

probation officer helped, and the PAA.

Oh, yeah, Pan American Airways, I remember.

Anyway, I got a place to live not far from here, so I'm all settled down for a

while. Of course, they pay me so little, it's hardly worthwhile going to work.

Why, we must do something about that. Look, when I get the Rolls Royce, you

better come and be my chauffeur.

Only if there's money in it.

That's where I need, mate, money, and lots of it.

Still, how are you getting on that?

All the time, as before.

I've got a great plan, Charlie.

I haven't got time for reminiscing Life's too short to

ruminate I can't stop now, think what I'm missing I gotta get myself

another date

Gotta get myself another dame.

I'm so sorry, I... It's quite all right, my fault.

So the Duke looks after his own.

Is it a good job, eyewitness?

It was a good job, till now.

Wouldn't like to change that phony evidence now, now that there is a

connection between you and the Duke.

Look, the trial was nearly two years ago.

I only applied for this vacancy three months ago.

I'm an experienced barman, sir. Mr. Duggalow gave me the job. There's no

harm in that. Not the way you put it. Morrie, you very nearly ruined my song

there, you know. Sorry, I... It's my fault I bumped into you.

Perfect timing.

Let me buy you a drink to make up for it.

Twist my arm.

What do you have?

Vodka, ice and tonic, Morrie.

The large scotch for me, and something for yourself to make up for your shock.

Thank you, sir.

Well, well, well.

You made quite an entrance.

Just lucky.

How do you mean?

It gave me a chance to talk to you, just what I wanted.

I'm Jack Moyer.

You're Melanie Cuff.

That's where I've seen you before. I thought you looked familiar.

Where was that?

Well, you mightn't like to be reminded of it.

I'll make an inspired guess.

My trial, 20 months ago?

That's right.

You were there with the Duke.

I was there because I was very interested in the man who was trying to

defy the Duke.

How did he make out?

Who? The man you were interested in.

Water or soda in your whiskey?

Nothing. Write it down, will you? I'm not running away.

You wouldn't try, sir.

Well?

I am still interested, especially now.

Why?

Well, I'm usually very taken by a display of the manly quality of courage.

After all, you are in the lion's den, you know.

I must say, I'm fascinated by your use of the word manly.

Well, Mr. Moyer, I was just... Jack.

Jack, I was just going to say that I am fascinated by the...

Quality of manliness.

I could help you out.

No, thank you. I don't need that kind of help.

What kind of help do you need?

None at all.

I'm a very lucky girl.

In case you don't know this, I'm referred to as the Duchess.

And with good reason.

Then you do need help.

You mean because of his jealousy?

Aren't you afraid of him? If he sees us together like this, talking, for

instance? No.

I don't worry about jealousy, hate, envy.

Or even fear.

I don't have to.

But if he's so jealous.

Courage isn't only a manly quality, you know. Quite the contrary.

All right.

Dancer.

Certainly.

I'd love to.

Of course, they don't look like anything uncut, but they're worth a lot of money

to the right people.

Everybody wants to buy diamonds.

How did they come into the country?

Sorry, Wally. I like you very much, but I can't tell you.

I ran this operation with a completely different team.

I see.

And I suppose nobody's indispensable.

Oh, but you're still top of the league.

Yes, Maury?

Who is it?

Are you sure?

Who do you think is out there? Jack Moyer?

Go on. I wonder what he wants.

At the moment, he's dancing with Melanie.

Oh, dear. Action stations.

Well, we'd better not do anything here, Duke. I mean, this is our respectable

front full of members of the Party. All right, all right.

Well, at least he's in good hands.

Wally, sometimes you irritate me. Now, get out of here and stand by in the

gambling room. I may need you.

Okay, Duke.

Why exactly did you come here tonight?

Yeah, well, it's for fun.

This morning I was still in jail.

Believe it or not.

So this is your first night of freedom.

This must be the first time you've danced with a girl in how long?

I like it.

Please, make sure you'll be able to enjoy it.

That sounds like a warning.

It is.

A friendly one, but not against me.

Yeah.

Yeah.

That was quite an exhibition.

It wasn't supposed to be.

Mr. Jack Moyer, Mr. Duclos.

You did me once about three years ago, and I believe I saw you at my trial.

I remember.

Melanie, haven't you got a song to do?

Oh, yes, of course.

Excuse me.

Thank you for the dance. Thank you.

Thank you for your kind wishes and the food parcel eight months ago.

Did some of it stick in your throat?

Come and have a drink to wash it down.

I'd better come to my private office.

You might be interested to see it. Oh, yes, the nerve center of the dukedom.

There are other drinks. Help yourself.

You like it? Cost me a lot of money.

Easy come, easy go.

Loudspeakers.

From the bar.

Every time I kiss a guy.

From the gambling room.

Intercom to every part of the establishment.

Or that.

It's a Swedish telephone.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Possibly the only one of its kind in England.

Or this might interest you. Look.

A special alarm button.

In case somebody attacks me in my own office.

Watch.

Just 13.

Meet Pepe, Frederick.

Jules, a judo expert, believe it or not.

Wally.

Gentlemen, Jack Moore, famous journalist.

Ex-journalist just now.

Ah, Mr. Wheeler, the nervous passenger.

Smokes filters.

Still got your nice car.

Just wanted you to meet him.

We've met.

Okay, boys, let's go.

Well, that was as good as a confession.

I have news for you.

Three independent witnesses are ready to swear that Wally Wheeler was in

Edinburgh during that particular week.

They will be suitably rewarded, no doubt, like your eyewitness out there.

I'm very generous.

I'm glad to hear it.

Because you owe me something, wouldn't you say?

I'll give you a job, if that's what you mean.

What kind of job?

As my own personal publicity man.

Write nice articles about me.

Get them published in decent newspapers.

Get your girlfriend to write me up in the women's page.

That is, if she's still your girlfriend.

She is.

Six months' intensive publicity campaign to counteract everything, whatever you

made them believe about me.

With me coming out as a nice, kind, generous, law-abiding, sport-loving,

slightly eccentric gentleman of our town.

Sebastian Duclo Esquire, leader of fashion.

Even that?

What pay are you offering?

Four pounds a week and free membership of the New Haven Club.

Don't forget the alarm button.

Now let's get a few things straight.

You owe me 30,000 pounds.

Half that robbery I went to prison for. That's one.

Less 1,000 I put up for your defense.

I want a full confession about that robbery, clearing me of everything.

That's two.

Anything else?

I'll think of something while I have a dance with Melanie.

Your girlfriend.

As if she's still your girlfriend.

You'll keep away from her.

I've been locked up in prison a long time.

I think she'd be interested in someone like me for a change.

If I see you near her again, I shall... I don't think so.

In your own club, on your own doorstep, as they say, it would be the end of you.

In this place, I'm safe, and you know it.

Leave Melanie alone.

I'm warning you.

Think over my propositions, will you? Let me know.

You better accept them, because I'll go on hounding you forever.

I've got nothing to lose.

Accept your life.

Not much, is it?

Well, I'll be with your girlfriend if you want me.

That's if she'll still be your girlfriend.

Son of a...

An

ordinary

girl

Just a girl who's in a world.

Yes, only a girl, an ordinary girl who loves

to love.

Did you like my song? I didn't catch it. I inspected the kitchen. It stinks.

Well, what did you expect?

Walk with me.

Hey, what about your book?

Not now.

But something's got to be done about Jack Moyer again.

Once and for all.

You mean killing?

That's exactly what I mean.

Oh, it's cold outside.

Secrets? Of course. Planning a crime.

It mustn't get you involved, eh? Who are you going to cut up? Oh, as if I didn't

know. The less you know, the better.

Well, aren't you going to say hello to me? Hello?

Oh, look, Jack, seriously, I can't take this revenge bit much more. You think of

nothing but revenge on the Duke. It's pathological. Oh, come on now, don't

start nagging. You know it doesn't help to keep on about it. Well, why can't you

listen to reason? All this dreaming of revenge will get you nowhere, and it'll

eat you up inside. I've told you, it's something I just have to do.

Now belt up.

Okay, subject closed.

Good evening, sir.

Can I get you something?

Yes. What's the cheapest thing you've got, mate? I haven't got much money.

Oh, you remember?

No. The cheapest has become a three months temporary member, one guinea.

And you can have a light ale, two shillings.

23 bob for a beer?

No wonder you haven't got many customers.

This is a club.

Can't serve drinks unless you're a member.

I'll have to go with that, won't I?

Look, there's a nice pub up in Shaftesbury Avenue. Light ale, one and

two. Yeah, maybe.

But I wouldn't find Mr. Dicker in there, would I?

Give him a beer, Morrie, on me.

A nice spluff.

You're very kind to him, as I'm sure.

You, um, one of the hostesses, you're I?

Hardly.

Hostesses don't buy drinks.

You're a friend of Mr. Duclos, then?

I know him.

I want to talk to him.

Go and tell him. There's a good girl.

The name is Wright.

Charlie Wright.

You're a bit cocky, aren't you?

I don't think Mr. Duclos would want to see you. That's why you're wrong, mate.

Just tell him there's a bloke here who shared a private room with Jack Moyer.

How very nice for you.

Don't be jealous, miss. I had no choice.

Cheers.

All right, Morrie. Send him in.

Jack Moyer's cellmate is visiting us.

I wonder what he wants.

We might be able to buy him off or something. This could be a way of

getting at Jack Moyer.

Nobody connects me.

Come in.

Did you blow?

yes charlie the right well well well molly i didn't expect to see you yeah

you're with him then yeah that's right him and me did a job together once when

was it oh must be well i got three years for it so it's going back a bit it's too

bad you got nick for that time yeah and you never did hey still that's the way

she bounces anyway i've just been 18 months in the soul with this nut and

this paper chap called jack mohair you interested i'm interested so you ought

to be he talked of nothing else but you i can smell a proposition mr ticolo I'll

be quite frank with you.

I'm skint. I've got no money.

Oh, I got a job, but that doesn't pay my TV license.

No, I hear that you've got money you haven't even used yet.

Well, I've got something to sell.

You willing to buy?

I want to know everything about Jack Moore.

Everything. His strength, his weaknesses, does he snore in his sleep?

Everything you can think of.

Yes, Charlie.

I want to buy.

Persuasive young lady you have here. She insisted I came in for a nightcap.

Well, well, Bill.

Long time no see.

How's the newspaper business?

Now, Jack, no stupid cracks. Bill came here out of the goodness of his heart to

talk to you about your articles.

The mountain came to Mohammed.

Why haven't you come down to the office?

I don't know.

I mean, thinking about that series you proposed, Prison Life from the Inside.

By someone who was innocent.

Different angle, don't you think, Bill?

Yes. Why don't you come down to the office tomorrow afternoon?

I think we could make a deal.

Can't we make a deal now? He's trying to help you, Jack.

For old time's sake.

Must check policy with the old man first.

How about my job back?

One day.

But don't hold your breath.

I was innocent, Bill.

You know that. Yes, but the law found you guilty.

If I could prove it.

Oh, fanfare, back pay, rise, everything.

I wish you could prove it, Jack.

Well, don't start him on that subject.

The trouble with him is that he doesn't know which he wants most, revenge or to

prove his innocence.

Isn't that the same thing? Is it?

It would have the same results.

Well, whoever can that be this time of night?

Hello?

Yes, that's right.

Well, hold on a moment.

It's for you.

Hello?

Speaking. Charlie.

Do you know what time it is?

Yes, I know, Jack, mate. But I'm in terrible trouble. Terrible.

How much do you need? Whoever's that this time of night? A touch.

Say again, Charlie.

I said, can you come down here right away?

Look, I can't explain over the phone, but I need your help, mate.

If I don't get out of this, it'll be seven years preventive for me. For

something I didn't do.

You know how that feels.

What's the address?

Hold it.

Okay. Goodall and Lack.

Refrigeration Limited.

Hendel's Wharf. Off Popping Lane.

Got that?

Got it.

I'll be there in about an hour, Charlie.

Oh, thanks, Jack, mate. I'll be waiting for you. See you.

Bit of a struggle, but he's coming. In about an hour.

Well done, Charlie.

Jules, go outside and keep your eyes open. Sure.

Now, show us the whole layout. How everything works. Where everything is.

Well, these are the switches. Here.

And these here...

Hello?

Charlie?

Yeah? Is that you, Jack?

Yes, just checking to see if you're really there. Can't be too careful, you

know.

Haven't you left yet?

Leaving now, Charlie.

See you soon.

Well, I'm off.

Innocent or not, you certainly show the traditional loyalty to your fellow

inmate. Well, you see, there is honour among thieves.

Thanks for the use of the car, Diana.

See you in the morning.

That's where it comes from.

Just stand there.

Wally! Can you hear me?

Yeah, I can hear you.

Okay, switch on. Right.

Fetch it up, Wally!

Oh, boy.

Zero degrees, did you say? Zero, nothing. This is zero degrees.

The blizzard's minus ten for quick freezing.

Quick enough for Jack Moyer. One quick frozen reporter.

No marks, no clues, no nothing.

Just one deep frozen body fished out of the river.

Brilliant. Number two's through here.

There's no cold air blast in this one, nor the other two rooms.

Just those freezing pipes.

I'm frozen.

Let's go back.

Come this way.

I'll show you number three, then number four.

We can get back to the control in that way.

What are you doing here?

Turn to the wall, will you?

Yeah, but... Shut up.

Turn around.

Hey, Duke, some strange geezer just come in here. We'd better do something about

him.

That's Sid, the foreman.

That's torn it.

What is he doing out there?

Go and stay with him.

What are you going to do with him?

Unlucky, isn't he?

What do you mean?

Well, the whole point of this operation is that no one knows how and where Jack

Moore died.

This man opens his mouth tomorrow and two and two will soon be put together.

You can't kill him.

Whose life is more important, Charlie?

His or yours?

Come on.

Let's put him into that room.

Okay. Open the door. Number four switch.

I don't know what he's doing here.

Must be up to no good anyway.

Charlie, how

long...

Welcome,

Mr. Moyer.

Charlie, I'm really among the rats.

I warned you, but you wouldn't listen.

What are you going to do?

Frame me again?

It'll only take three quarters of an hour.

They'll hang you.

No.

All right, Polly.

Have that one.

We'll give him an hour.

Wally, Jules, lock my car to the door.

Keep your eyes open this time.

Well, Charlie, you played your part beautifully.

Don't worry, I'll keep my end of the bargain.

What the hell is this?

Thank you, Charlie.

Just a moment. I'll disconnect the emergency circuit so he can't use the

emergency button from the inside.

You miserable double-crosser.

You were on his side all the time.

That's right.

We planned the whole thing together in the nick.

Right down to the little detail of making you angry enough to want to kill

me and fall for my plan.

And make you listen to my proposition when I came to your club.

Your turn to get frozen now.

Charlie, turn off the cold air blast.

Right.

Open the door when you're ready.

You're going to that icebox.

Until you sign this.

A full confession.

How you framed me.

You're out of your mind.

We'll see about that.

You won't get away with it.

You're bluffing.

After what you did to me, don't kid yourself.

When you're ready to sign... Then you can come out.

You'll never get away with this.

Are you going to sign?

No.

All right, Charlie.

Give him the lot.

Right.

Now, you two, come inside. The Duke wants you.

What's up, Charlie?

Put your hands on your head.

Can't do that.

Carefully.

Hands on your head. Now turn around, quickly.

Charlie?

You grass.

Charlie the rat.

Duke's in there, cooling off, till he signs this.

A full confession, how he framed me.

I want your signature, too.

Go to hell.

Charlie, over number four.

Now you get it.

Come on!

Bring that bloke out.

All right, hands back on your

head.

Here you go.

Come on!

Sid. Hey, Sid.

Who is it, Charlie? My foreman.

Turned up before you came. What's he doing here? No idea.

You're the police?

Yeah. What are you doing here?

I come to get the stuff.

What are you doing here? Never mind about that. What stuff? Come on, what

stuff?

You sure you're not the police? No, he's not. He's an ex-con. And he can get very

ugly. So come on, sit up with it.

What's your game?

Only a bit of smuggling. Smuggling? In this place?

All right.

Show us.

Most of this meat comes in refrigerated ships from New Zealand.

Well, they call in a lot of ports on the way.

And somewhere, someone slips in one of these little things.

See?

What's inside?

I've no clue, mate.

All I ask to do is to hunt this meat to this bloke in my van, go for a walk for

half an hour, bring the meat back here.

Happens every month.

Keeps me in beer money.

Here, don't break my seal.

It'll get done in. Oh, belt up, Sid.

Diamonds.

Diamonds? Uncut diamonds. Be worth a bomb when they're polished up.

And all I get is beer money.

Shee!

What else is meat marked?

You know, mate.

Two dash stamps instead of one.

I never thought you had a fiddle going on, Sid.

Well, we're in this together, aren't we?

If you don't mind, Sid.

Oh, no, we're not, Charlie.

This I can use. What do you mean? Wait and see.

Duke, are you ready to sign yet?

What's going on here?

Nothing. You heard nothing, you know nothing, understand?

Otherwise the police will find out about your connection with the diamonds.

Clear? Fair enough.

Now go and tell your contact that this place has been raided by the police. No

more diamonds.

It'll be in all the papers tomorrow.

It will? It most certainly will.

All right, off you go.

I'll see you tomorrow, Sid.

Duke, how about it?

Are you going to sign?

You'll be lucky.

That's more than I can say for you.

Now listen to me, all of you. The moment any of you are ready to sign, we'll let

you out.

If not, you'll just freeze to death.

We'll sign.

Let us out.

Keep him covered.

I've got some work for you to keep you warm.

Charlie, show him which meat to put in the car.

Right. Open that door.

Come on, Walt.

There are the ones. Pick them up.

Come on.

That's the idea.

Mush, fellas, mush.

Duke, your two boys have signed.

How about you?

Stop this game.

What do you want?

Money?

Why do you sign when you're dying there?

All right.

I'll sign.

Let me out.

Sign. Come on.

Charlie, put him in number two.

Not again, we've signed.

Well,

Charlie, worked?

Like a dream.

Even better than we planned.

I mean, with those diamonds in the car, the Duke will get shot for something he

didn't do.

That's the way she bounces.

All that's left is to phone the police and tell them we've trapped some meat

thieves.

Charlie, right on the side of the ruddy lorry.

Charlie, get rid of the gun, will you?

Easy. Thanks for everything.

I'll be seeing you.

Lots of luck with the police.

Hey, don't forget that Rolls Royce.

I always keep my promises, Charlie.

You'll be driving it.

All the best, mate.