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(enchanting dramatic music)

(thoughtful orchestral music}

(bell tolling)

(patrons murmuring)

- Thanks, have one yourself, Brown.

- No thanks, Mr. Hunter, I've got one over there.

- Two pints, Peter.

- Right-o.

- Nice chap, that Brown.

- Useful too, lends me

the occasional bottle of scotch.

- Been here long?

- About two years.

Comes from somewhere up north I believe.

- Where you been Tom?

I haven't seen you for a couple of days.

- I've been busy.

The governor like to buy a brace of pheasants, do you think?

- I should think so.

- Right.

I bring 'em around later.

- Been busy in land, eh?

- Well I didn't exactly get 'em outta the sea.

(laughing)

(birds cawing} (bell tolling)

(patrons murmuring)

- Half a bitter please.

- [Man] What's the matter Brown?

You look as though you've seen a ghost.

- Do I?

(pensive music)

- Hello Burdon.

- My name is Brown.

- Oh yes, yes, yes.

How stupid of me.

We must be careful what we say musn't we.

You remember me don't you?

Newman, Corporal Newman.

I've just been demobbed.

Where can we have a quiet chat?

- All right, come on.

- Hmm, nice little place you got here Burdon.

Better than the glass house eh?

- Well, what do you intend to do?

- Well I might do nothing.

It all depends.

What made you desert Burdon?

W you'd hung on a bit long you'd have been out now.

- I had my reasons, very good reasons.

- Oh, so had thousands of others.

And look at them today, on the run.

All of 'em, like you.

You ever thought of giving yourself up?

- What for?

No, the war cost me everything I ever had, Newman.

It they want me they gotta catch me.

They talked about clemency some time ago, didn't they?

Made a deadline for us to give ourselves up.

Well I know a man who fell for that.

And what did he get'?

Two years hard labour in the detention barracks

and his sentence reviewed every three months.

Does that make you want to give yourself up'?

This was a man with a wife and two kids

and three years overseas service to his credit.

No' I've done my share, nearly four years of it.

War's over now, I just wanna be left alone,

- Well, if that's how you feel, what's it worth 1o ya?

- What's it worth to me?

- Now let's get this straight Burdon,

you're nicely fixed up here.

And 1131000010 one against anyone else from our lei

ever coming with 100 miles of that place.

They're mostly from the north anyway,

So there's no reason why you shouldn't go on

in peace and quiet indefinitely.

That is if you're sensible,

- Peace and quiet?

You don't really think that do you?

- Why not?

I'll tell you why not.

Phoney identity card, phoney ration book,

five pounds to a man up north

every time there's a new issue.

Always on edge.

- But you still prefer it to the glass house don't ya?

Now listen Burdon, we've all got our troubles.

Take me, before the war I was down the mines.

But I've no intention of ever going back.

I've been too long above ground now and I-- like it.

The only other trade I know is killing

and that's gone out of fashion.

Besides, I'm sick and tired of the Army.

I want a bit of freedom.

But like you I've got to earn money.

So 'til something better comes along

I've taken a job at the local manor.

My sister's married to one of the gamekeepers

and he's fixed me up as son of a general man.

But the money's bad and that's where you come in.

To help me out.

I'll settle for 20 pounds down and two pound a week.

- Blackmail.

- Huh, call it what you like, that's how it is.

- How much do you think I earn for heaven's sake?

- I don't know and I don't care.

- Well I haven't got 20 pounds to start with.

- Then find it.

You can if you want to.

And if you don't, I'll turn you in,

(dramatic music)

I'll some back tonight.

(pensive music)

(birds calling)

(clock chiming)

(knocking) - Who is it?

- It's me,

How 'bout some rent Brown?

You haven“: paid me for four weeks

and I'm not gonna let it run any longer.

- All right, all right, I'll let you have it today.

I'm going out in a minute or two.

- Well don't come back without it

or you won't get in again.

And don't try and take your things out either

or I might start asking some awkward questions.

- Harry? - Oh, all right.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Mr. Collins?

- Yes,

- [Robber] Stay where you are and don't move.

(dramatic music)

(alarm ringing}

- [Robber] Don't you move or I'M let you have it!

(motorcycle revving)

(tyres peeling) (gunfire popping}

(dramatic music)

(frenzied music)

- Thank you.

Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- [Robber] Don't you move or I'M let you have it!

- [Man On Radio] Police Constable Martin'

who was shot this afternoon in Golden Street

whilst trying to intercept the two armed men

concerned in the holdup all the Jeweler's shop

has since died.

The police, under the direction

of Divisional Detective Inspector Mitchell

are sparing no efforts in their hunt for the wanted men.

Owing to the fact that both men were masked

it's difficult to obtain an accurate description

of either of them except for their clothes

and the fact that one of them was tall and thin.

The bullet from Martin's body has been extracted

and given to the ballistics expert.

And the shop is being searched for fingerprints.

All members of the CID, Flying, and VICE squads

and the plainclothes branch of the Metropolitan Police

have been recalled to duty.

And in view of the gravity of the situation

many of them have been issued with arms.

Their orders are, "Bring these men in at all costs."

- King's Cross.

Passenger Inquiries please.

Hello, I want to know the time

of the next train to Nottingham

and the price for third single.

9:36, 21 ha' pence, thank you.

(crowd clamouring)

- So t said don't you come in here that taxi routine

with me I said,

Like you to know I'm used to going out with gentlemen.

Yes,

- A fight ale and one of those sandwiches please.

- No bottle beer, draught only now.

- All right, half a bitter.

- Oh hello, whatcha gonna have?

- Bitter I think,

- Two hitters Doris.

What priced this Golden Street murder, eh?

- Oh, they'll catch 'em all right, don't you worry.

- It's not much help to the copper that got shot

though is it?

Just come back out of the Army too,

What about his wife and kid?

I don't mind chaps bein' on the fiddle

but I draw the line at this kind of thing

and I'm not kidding.

- It's five past you know. - Thank you.

- Good luck.

- You got any gin? - Yes.

- Give us two large ones will you?

Well now what did you do in the world war daddy?

Don't tell me, I know.

Fire watchin'.

- Ha ha.

- You don't mind my havin' a drink do ya?

I mean I'm not crowdin' you out or anything, eh?

- That's all right.

- [Man On Radio] Scores of people have been questioned

in and around Golden Street

and many were taken to the police station

to make statements,

A short while ago, a Mr. Rob Collins,

the jeweller recovered consciousness

and has given the police a description

of one of the three men now know to have been involved.

For some reason, this man who was wearing a raincoat,

was not masked like the other two.

This fact has give the police a very valuable lead.

Every policeman in the country has this man's description

and there is to be an all-out drive to bring him in.

- Here, where's my money?

Hey, somebodys pinched my dough.

Hey just a minute, where do you think you're off to?

- I don't know what you're talkin' about,

I haven't touched your money.

- Hey Bun, nip and get a copper, I've been buzzed.

- I tell you I haven't touched your money.

- I warned you you rotten basket.

Oh you've got a gun too have ya?

(dramatic music)

(tyres screeching)

(whistle tooling)

- Listen, I've just slipped in here to get away from that.

There's no need 1o be frightened.

I won't hurt you, really.

Is there anyone upstairs?

Come on tell me quickly, is there?

Right, now if I let go of you you won't scream

or anything will you?

Will you';

Good.

Thank you.

- What are you running away from.

- Don't ask any questions please.

I'm in trouble, serious trouble, let's leave it at that.

I can't go out yet.

You have to let me stay until things die down a bit.

I'll gel out of here as soon as I can I promise you.

Please. (whistle tooling)

I'm sorry to force myself on you like this

but I had to think quickly.

Wait a minute,

All right.

Where's your husband?

- My husband's dead.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I noticed you were wearing a ring.

I thought perhaps.

(car doors clicking)

They're raiding that cafe over there.

Listen I've got to tell somebody about this

or I shall go off my head.

Did you read about that hold-up

in the jeweller shop this afternoon?

- Yes,

- Yes, well I'm mixed up in that.

But I had nothing to do with it,

nothing all all, you understand?

It's all a mistake.

Oh don't look at me like that, I'm telling you the truth.

You see this?

Oh, all right, don't worry, it's not loaded,

it hasn't been for a year since I used it in the Army.

Somebody told me where I could get a good price for it.

And I went to the jeweller's to sell it.

I'm broke, it's all I had.

Before I could find out how much he'd give me for ii

there's a hold-up.

And I'm standing there with this in my hand.

Within two seconds they'd knocked the jeweller senseless.

As far as he's concerned I'm one of them.

Did you hear the nine o'clock news?

- No' what's happened?

- Well he's just recovered consciousness

and he's given the police my description.

That's what that's all about,

(car doors clicking)

(engines rumbling)

They've gone.

- You're a deserter aren't you?

- Yes,

Don't think I'm ashamed of it because I'm not.

For the same reason I'd do it again.

I served overseas for four years before I deserted

and I-- was all Dunkirk.

I gave up my business and everything.

All the people I know didn't.

No, business is pretty good for them.

- Was that the only reason you deserted?

- No, a flying bomb hit the house where we lived.

My father was killed outright,

my sister was very badly injured.

I asked for compassionate leave, came home,

fixed things up as best I could, and that was that.

Two days before my time was up

the doctor told us my sister might not pull through.

My mother was frantic.

I wired for an extension but it was refused.

Refused because I was single,

So I took it.

Three days later my sister died.

But I was with her.

That's all I asked after four years, that's all I asked

and they refused.

Within two days my mother followed her.

The shock of everything was too much.

So I didn't go back.

I reckon they'd had all I could give them.

Well do you believe any of this

or am I just wasting my time?

- No, I believe you.

(lapping at door)

- It's the police, they must be checking up.

Is there any way onto the roof?

- No,

And all the windows at the back are barred.

(doorbell ringing)

They can see the lights I shall have to open it.

- Yes of course.

- Leave it to me.

(insistent knocking)

- We're police officers and we have authority

to search all premises in this area.

- Why, what's happened.

- We're looking for a man who was last seen in this street.

And we've reason to believe

he's hiding in one oi these buildings.

Are you alone?

- Yes,

- You seen or heard anything unusual

in the past quarter of an hour?

- Only the raid on the cafe, I saw it from upstairs.

- You sure that's all?

- I see,

Well I think we'll have a look anyway.

(suspenseful music)

You have a look upstairs.

(tense music)

Well? - No one upstairs.

No way out onto the roof.

- What's your name madam?

- Adams, Jean Adams,

- Missus?

- Yes' I'm a widow.

- Do you work anywhere?

- Yes, at Wetherbys in Oxford Street.

- Tell me Missus Adams,

why'd you take so long to answer the door.

- I was lust going to bed.

I'd started to undress and had to get dressed again.

- Go to bed very early for a young woman don'! you?

- I get up very 98"?-

I work hard you know.

I was so tired this morning I didn't even make the bed.

- So I-- noticed.

All right Missus Adams, sorry 1o have troubled you.

(faint knocking)

- AH right?

- Yes,

- Thank you.

- You can't go out, they're searching the street.

- Yeah, you're right.

If I was seen leaving here now

it wouldn't be so hot for you.

It's a crime to shield a deserter,

especially one in my position.

Look I feel terrible about all this.

- You look as if you could do with a drink.

I've got a little brandy.

(gentle music)

- Oh, thank you.

Your husband?

- Yes,

- Killed in action?

- No, died of wounds.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Were you very fond of him?

- We were separated.

He thought he'd find someone else.

- Divorced?

- No, war broke out, he joined up and we left things drift.

Everyone seemed to at that time.

Just before Dunkirk he was badly wounded and sent back.

When he came out of hospital

he was alone' there was no one to wok after him

so I let him come back here.

He had a relapse and they operated again.

But it was no use.

Why am I telling you all this?

- I don't know.

Maybe because you wanted to talk to somebody

like I did just now.

- What's your name?

- Burdon, Peter Burdon,

At the moment I'm going under the name of Brown.

I know yours, I heard you tell them.

Do you mind if I sit down for a moment?

- How long is it since you've eaten?

- I was just having a sandwich when all this started.

- I'll get you something.

You can sleep on there.

- Mrs. Adams, I'm a deserter, remember?

I can't shield! myself behind you.

Especially now I know about your husband.

I'd better get out of here.

If I can without getting you mixed up in it.

- Look, you're safe here and I'm going to help you.

- Why?

- I don't know.

Perhaps it's because you so badly need help.

Besides it's no use running away.

You're caught up in a murder

and somehow you've got to get yourself out of it.

- Yes, I could if only I could find those two men.

That's impossible.

Apart from what they were wearing

all I've got to go on is the voice of one of them.

Tall, thin man with half the two middle fingers missing

on his left hand.

Have they been shot off?

Yes, a voice I'd remember anywhere

with a strong Australian accent.

(frenzied music)

(car horn blares)

- Oh good morning, Mrs. Adams.

- Morning Tony.

- Oh, you're very early.

I only just opened.

- I know.

I wondered if you could let me have a lime milk.

- But of course.

Rosa, Rosa put some milk into a bottle for Mrs. Adams.

- Thank you, Tony.

That's all right.

- And I want some cigarettes.

- Sorry, no cigarettes.

20 players all right?

- That's fine.

That's three and a six for the cigarettes.

I give you the milk.

- Thank you.

- How long have you been smoking, huh?

- Oh' quite some time.

Ever since the peace.

- What peace?

There's no peace.

Did you hear that business last night?

- Oh yes I was going to ask you about that

I saw the raid from my window,

- A fine thing to do to our respectable British citizen.

And after all that fuss, do they find the gunman?

No, nothing.

But they still think he's from around here.

I bet you the district is being watched.

It's all these lousy deserters.

That's the trouble.

Ah, here you are.

The bottle is quite clean, I hope.

- Thank you, Tony.

I've just been over to the cafe.

- Well?

- Apparently the whole district's being watched.

- Yes. - Here's the toothbrush

and I bought you some cigarettes and a paper.

- Thank you.

- They haven't published your description.

- Well they never do.

It might prejudice their case if I'm caught.

It was in the hands of every policeman in the country

and that's just as bad.

- I'll get some breakfast.

- You say he had a moustache?

- Yes, definitely.

- Hmm,

It's our man all right.

He must've shaved Hoff between getting rid of this

and going to that pub.

- Well isn't the raincoat any use to you.

- I doubt it.

These people must have turned out thousands like this,

all exactly the same.

No chance of check in any of them,

Still, we'll take it along with us.

And thanks for your cooperation.

- That's all right.

- [Paperboy] There you are.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

- Oh am I glad to see you.

- Getting nervy?

- Very I'm afraid.

Just being cooped up here all alone like this.

Not that I'm not grateful, Mrs. Adams, but you know--

- Hadn't you better call me Jean?

Seeing as you're likely to be heard sometime?

- Yes, I suppose I-- should.

Do you mind if I see that'?

- They know the type of gun that was used,

What's the matter'?

- Nothing.

- Yes there is, what is it?

- No it's nothing, it's nothing at all, really.

- Tell me something.

' Yes?

- What type of gun is yours?

- Why, what makes you ask?

- I just want to know.

- A .38 Enfield.

- Same type as the one that killed

the policeman, isn't it? - Yes.

You don't doubt me, do you?

- Is that what's worrying you?

- Partly-.

- No,

- If you did I think that would be about the end.

- That gun's a danger to you.

You must get rid of it.

- Have you ever tried getting rid of anything

in a place like London in broad daylight?

- We'll get rid of it tonight.

I'll throw it in the river.

(ship's horn Wasting)

- What are you doing, Miss?

(startling tone)

(ominous music)

Not thinking of throwing yourself over, are you'?

- No, of course not,

I was just getting a breath of fresh air,

- I see,

It's a bit late for that son of thing, isn't it?

- Oh I-- don't know.

- Can I see your identity card, please?

That's all right, thank you.

- Burt. - Hello.

- Come up here a minute.

- [Man] What's the matter?

- I wanna show you something.

Look,

- [Man] Where did that spring from'?

- The bridge.

As we come under it, I-- heard something fall and found that.

- They're looking for the gun, aren't they?

It says so in tonight's paper.

Well perhaps that's the one.

- Oh, strike me-

- Don't touch it,

Leave that for the police.

Ain't you ever heard of such things as fingerprints?

- Hark at him!

Who's been filling you up with that stuff?

- A gentleman by the name of Dick Barton.

- It's gone.

It's at the bottom of the river.

I had a little trouble with a policeman though.

- What?

- Oh nothing serious, luckily.

He didn't see me drop it over.

He thought I-- was gonna throw myself over.

- What did he do?

- Nothing much, just had a look at my identity card.

- Suppose me makes a report?

- Why should he?

I wasn't doing anything.

- That's the second time you've been

in contact with the police through me, isn't it?

- But I told you, he didn't see me drop the revolver,

I'm sure of it. - Oh no, no, no,

maybe not, but he thought you were gonna throw yourself in

and he's got your name and address.

Last night they searched that address

because they thought you might be hiding me.

Well they've only got to get those two things

connected up somehow

and they'll want to know more about you.

They'll come here again.

Ah, I've gotta get out of here now for your sake.

You must see that.

- Perhaps you're right.

- I know I'm right.

- Look, I've got a little money saved from my pension.

Not much, but enough to last you for quite a while.

And I know somewhere you can go.

Somewhere on the coast where you'll be perfectly safe

once you get away from this place.

Loan give you a change of clothes and everything.

My husband's things are still here.

I'll phone and fix it in the morning, what do you say?

- What can I say?

' Why not try saying yes?

- I can't take your money.

- It's only a loan until you get yourself straightened out.

- I can never really do that, you know.

- Yes you can.

Listen, tomorrow's my Saturday half day.

We'll take a chance on getting away after dark.

I'll come down with you, stay over Sunday.

That'll give us the whole day in the fresh air

to discuss things properly.

- Why are you doing all this for me?

- I told you last night, I don't know.

- [Rosa] Morning.

- Good morning, Rosa.

May I use the phone?

- Certainly.

- Good morning Mr. Sweeney.

- Morning sir.

- You're the chap who found this gun, aren't you?

- That's right sir.

It fell off of Waterloo Bridge

just as we we re--

- Exactly.

I'm afraid I got a disappointment for you.

This revolver is the same type as the murder weapon

but ii wasn't the one that fired the shot.

However, it might belong to one of the other

two gunmen involved, we can't tell yet.

- Lucky my mate didn't mess up the fingerprints then,

isn't it sir.

- There were no fingerprints.

.Oh.

- Oh and thanks for your cooperation.

We'll let you know if we want you again.

- Is that all?

- Yes, that's all, thank you.

Unless you've got a guilty conscience.

- No,

Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Pity about them fingerprints.

- No telling us.

- He didn't seem to want to go.

- Perhaps he likes it here.

Well? - Nothing,

- No trace of the man a! all?

- No, none at all.

- I can't understand it.

What is he, another Houdini?

Look, this is ridiculous.

A man can't just run down a street and disappear.

He's still in that district,

I'll stake my bottom dollar on that.

Lawson' you do the rounds of the cafés again tonight,

Take every man you can lay your hands on

and do the job thoroughly.

- Very good, sir.

- Unless somebody's hiding him he's got to eat somewhere,

I want that man.

He's our one and only lead

and he's not gonna get away.

(engine revs)

- Chilli.

- Who's the driver of Cab BLF 405?

- I am, why?

- We had an all cars message to pick you up.

- What for?

- They want a word with you at the Yard.

- What me?

- Yes' you.

- What about?

- You'll find out when you get there.

- Well what about my supper, it's paid for.

- Come on, gel a move on.

We can't wait all night.

- Well I'm going down Old Compton Street

when this woman hails me.

Hop in lady, I says, anywhere ya like.

- You slay me.

- And where did you take her'?

Blackpool?

- She wanted to go to Victoria Station

but had to pick up someone first.

And Victoria is where I dropped 'em.

- You can't tell us what he looked like?

- No' she paid the fare.

The bloke I hardly saw at all.

- Where were they going, do you know?

- I haven't the faintest idea.

- That all?

- Well I then went straight back to the shelter

and ordered me supper.

And I'd very much like to go back to it if you don't mind.

- All right, you can.

- And how, may I-- ask, am I to get there?

- What's the matter with the taxi?

- He was a great help.

I don't know, three men kill one of our chaps

in broad daylight and where are we?

Nowhere.

Even though we've caught up with one of them

he runs down a street and disappears.

No, it's not good enough.

Those baskets have had all the luck so far.

- What about this man

the Adams girl went to Victoria with, sir?

- Oh probably nothing in it at all.

Look, there was no one with her Thief ! the flat

the night that chap went away' was there?

- No. - Very well then.

It practically lets her out.

This fellow who came out tonight could've been anybody.

One of her boyfriends if I know anything about the district.

Married man probably.

Still, we'll see.

- She didn't look that type to me, sir.

- Lawson, I envy you.

You've got a very beautiful mind.

(birds cawing)

(bright music)

- [Jean] Good morning.

- Oh hello.

- How would you like a swim?

I think I can borrow some things.

- There's nothing I'd like better.

- I'll see what I can do then.

- All right.

- That's the first time We seen you smile.

(gentle music)

- Enjoy your swim?

- Wonderful. - Very much, Mrs. Baker.

- Your name's Peter, isn't it?

- That's right.

- Well mine's May.

- Where's Andy?

- He's feeding the chickens.

Oh it is nice to see you again, Jean.

I must sit down and have a chat,

I shouldn't really oi course,

I'm supposed to be doing the books this morning.

There's always something to be done in a pub.

- I know.

- You in this fine too?

- I was.

Are you very busy this time of the year?

- It doesn't make much difference really.

Customers are a bit thirstier I suppose.

It's only a local trade you know.

We only got the two rooms you're Thief ! anyway

and they're hardly ever let.

It's too quiet for most people.

Nothing for 'em to do.

You have to like the sea without trimmings

to like this place.

Gets on my nerves sometimes.

- Thanks. - Morning.

- Morning Andy.

- Can you squeeze the pot, May?

- I thought that was coming.

- You don't mind, do you, Jean'?

- You're the governor.

- I sometimes wonder.

- What's doing in town now, Jean?

Do you ever see any of the old gang?

- [Jean] No, not now.

- What do you do with yourselves then?

- Oh my Job keeps me pretty busy for one thing.

And well I find plenty to do.

- What do you think of this Golden Street shooting?

I don't know what things are coming to.

They pull a gun on you as soon as look at you now a days.

It's all these ruddy deserters, that's what it is.

- Anything about it on the wireless?

- Not much.

They're still looking for {he chap

they nearly caught the other night.

Why on Earth they don't publish a description of him,

I don't know,

- You ever miss the band business, Mr. Baker?

- Yes and no,

Sometimes I-- think I'd like to go back to it.

But not on the trombone, mind you.

Band of my own the next time.

I'd make a good conductor you know.

- You certainly would on a bus.

- Do you have to say things like that?

- Why don't you try to relax?

- I can't.

Look at that incident at breakfast.

This thing's with me all the time.

- Yes' I can see that.

- Jean, do you know how many deserters there are?

- Nearly 20,000.

20,000 men on the run all over the country.

Men with no hope and no future.

Unless they'd like to give themselves up and go to jail.

That's just what they won't do.

It's no good thinking they will.

They all had some reason for deserting.

Human nature's human nature all the world over.

That's what the authorities won't make allowances for,

If those men were allowed to start afresh with a clean slate

they'd all become useful members of the community again.

As it is most of them are forced to live by crime.

Crime of every sort.

Including murder.

Now that's what I'm wanted for.

- Peter I was wondering, if ever you found this man,

this man you want, what exactly would you do?

- Make him talk and he would.

- How do you know?

- Because he's not the man who fired the shot and I know it.

He'd soon open up to try and save his own skin.

And I'd hand him over and make him dear me.

- You mean you'd hand him over to the police?

- [Peter] Yes.

- And yourself too?

- Yes, I suppose so, I'd have to.

- Then you'd be free, wouldn't you?

Free to start again.

That's what you really want, isn't it?

To start all over again.

- It's no use talking like this.

I shall never find him, it's impossible.

- You've got to somehow, Peter, you've just got to.

- What do you make of Jean and her boyfriend, May'?

- What do you mean, what do I make of 'em?

- I mean do you think they're in love'?

- Well why do you think they've come down here for

if they're not.

It's the best thing that could've happened to Jean.

She's been alone far too long,

It's not natural.

Whatever she's been through it's no use

carrying it around her for the rest of her life.

She's a good kid.

I'd do anything for Jean.

High time she had some happiness for a change.

- I'm not arguing,

I just thought they looked a little on edge, that's all.

- Well wouldn't you be in the same circumstances?

- Oh I see what you mean.

- Nothing of the sort.

The trouble with you is you judge other people

by your own low standards.

Just because you used to do that sort of thing yourself.

- Well you ought to know.

(gentle music)

- I-- shall have to leave early in the morning, Peter.

I've got to go home and change before I go to work.

I hate leaving at all.

But here you are.

- When are you coming back?

- Saturday if you want me to.

- You know I do.

I feel almost human again.

You and this place.

I'd almost forgotten the reason I'm here.

You've been wonderful, Jean.

I don't know what I'd have done without you.

Or what I'd do now.

Jean?

- Yes,

- It's happened' hasn't it?

- Yes,

When did you know?

- Today, earlier on.

What are we going to do?

There's no future for you with me.

- Yes there is,

- No, not as I-- am now.

- We're not going to give up.

- Where's it all going to end?

- We'll find a way out somehow.

(lapping at door)

(doorbell rings)

(lapping at door)

- Good morning, Mrs. Adams.

I'm a police officer.

Perhaps you remember me.

- Yes, I think I-- do.

- Do you mind if I come in a moment?

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

- No, not at all.

- Now, Mrs. Adams, we're very interested

in the man you went to Victoria Station with

on Saturday night,

- Am I being watched then?

- We're making a note of anything unusual

that happens round here just now.

- What's unusual about a man leaving a woman's flat?

- In the ordinary way, nothing.

But this particular man

didn't want to be seen leaving, that's all.

So we found the taxi and checked up on you.

Who was he?

- Just a friend.

- What was his name?

- Brian.

- Brian what?

- I think it was Clarkson.

- You just think'?

- Only met him that night,

- Yet you brought him back here.

- Yes,

I brought him back for a drink.

- I see,

What was he like?

- Oh, medium build.

Dark curly hair and a thin face.

- Why did you go to Victoria with him?

- I didn't, he came with me.

L just gave him a lift, that's all,

Where he went after I left him, I've no idea,

- You mean you were the one going to the station?

- Yes, that's right.

- But he went into the station with you, didn't he?

- Yes, yes of course he did.

He came in with me but I left him going to the bar.

Where he went after that--

- You've no idea.

I know.

You've told me.

And where did you go?

- Away for the weekend,

- On your own?

- Yes,

I was alone.

- Where?

And I must warn you, Mrs. Adams,

that you'd better tell the truth.

If you don't we'll soon know and that means

that I shall have to come and call on you again.

- The Anchor Hotel Felthse in Sussex.

- Thank you.

About this man again, you're sure he's what you say he was'?

Someone you met casualty that night and brought up here'?

- Yes,

It's not against the law, is it?

- No,

But you surprise me, Mrs. Adams.

I'd never have believed it,

- Appearances are often deceptive, you know Inspector.

- (chuckles) Sergeant,

(startling tone)

- Some kids have found a gun in the mud at Wapping.

Another in Enfield .38.

Out having it tested now.

This time we may have got something.

What's your news?

- Only the Adams girl, sir.

According to her you were right.

She swears she was only giving someone a lift.

Someone she'd Just met and taken back with her for a drink.

- All right, there's no need to look so depressed about it.

- It's not that sir,

It's just that I don't believe it.

- Where was she over the weekend?

- Sussex, the Anchor Hotel Felthse.

- Alone? - So she says.

I'm going to get the local police to check up on it.

- Okay.

- Can I use the phone, Tony?

- Well of course, of course.

(birds sawing) (waves splashing)

- Peter!

You're wanted on the phone.

It's Jean.

- Coming.

Hello Jean.

- Peter, somethings happened.

You must come away from there all once.

We'll have to find somewhere else.

I'll tell you everything when I see you.

Don't stay in that place a minute longer.

Catch the first train to town

and I'll meet you in the lunch hour.

No' better still I'll skip the shop

and wait for you somewhere.

Where can we make it?

Somewhere safe.

- Wait a minute, I'm trying to think.

How about the Victoria and Albert Museum on the ground floor

where the Elizabethan things are, you know.

- Yes that'll do.

Oh and Peter, they may be watching Victoria.

Get out all Clapham Junction

and come the rest of the way by bus.

- All right.

I'll be there as quick as I can.

Goodbye,

- Goodbye Peter.

Can I have some toast and coffee, Tony?

- You're not going into work today?

- No, not today.

I've got to go and see my brother in hospital.

- What's the matter with your brother?

- He's going to have an operation.

.Oh.

Oh don't you worry about it.

He'll be all right.

They make anything work these days.

Well nearly anything.

(frightening tones)

- Jim, this is the revolver those kids picked up at Wapping.

It's the murder gun.

- And the fingerprints?

- Don't mean a thing, not yet.

They're not in the files.

We're getting somewhere,

yet we're getting nowhere all the time.

It always comes round to the same thing.

If we don'! pick that fellow up soon

I shall go crazy.

- I've got something interesting.

- What's that?

- One of the chaps at E Division has made a routine report

about a girl he questioned last Friday night.

Thought she was going to throw herself off Waterloo Bridge.

- Well?

- It was the Adams gm.

- Was it, by George.

What would she want to do that for?

Wonder what the trouble is?

- Maybe our visit the night before.

- Why should that worry her, there was no one there.

Unless she is mixed up in this after all.

Yes, you might have something.

Wait a minute, I've got it.

That girl wasn't on that bridge for any suicide.

She was the one who threw this over.

Now we are getting somewhere.

Pull her in.

- Right.

- Missy, how much do I-- owe?

- Thank you.

- Look up Jean Adams will you

and let me know which department she's in.

- Oh I can tell you that right away.

She's in the millinery.

- Millinery, thanks.

- She's not in this morning.

Must be sick or something.

- Oh I see.

Hang on just in case.

- Right.

(engine revving)

- What's happened' Jean?

- Everything-.

- Let's pretend to be looking at these.

- Peter, they came to my place again this morning.

- How come?

- They saw us leave on Saturday.

They know I went to Victoria with someone.

But they don't know n was you.

And they won't know now.

If they make inquiries, May's going to say

I was there alone over the weekend

and cover you up completely.

- Does she know what it's all about?

- No' I promised to tell her later.

And Peter, there's something else.

- What?

- I think I found him.

- Found who?

- The man you want, the one with the Australian accent and--

It sounds impossible.

- But it isn't.

Luck's been against you, now it's changed, that's all.

- Yes, you're right.

- Why shouldn't I be?

- I'd know in a second if I could hear him myself.

Look, I'll chance it.

Do you think he lives there?

- Well he opened the door with a key.

- Perhaps he'll open the door to me.

Is it too late for you to go to work?

- Oh I suppose I could make some excuse'

Why'?

- Well I want you somewhere where I can telephone you.

It's too risky meeting like this in daylight.

- All right.

Peter this may be the answer to everything.

- I know.

- Good Thief !, darling,

- I'll telephone you.

I'd better go out this way.

(dramatic music)

Oh.

- [Woman] What do you want?

- I want to see Mr., I can't remember his name,

The tall man who lives here--

- No one lives here but me.

- [Peter] That's not exactly true, is it?

- Who the dickens are you?

- I think we've met before.

In a jeweler's shop, remember?

- Who is this?

- I don't know.

-L do.

I know who you are.

- That's right.

And I know who you are.

- Just a moment, Mrs. Adams.

I must ask you to come along with me.

- What for?

- You're wanted for further questioning

in connection with the murder of a policeman.

(clock ticking)

- Now Mrs. Adams, we paid a visit to your place this morning

and we found these clothes there.

Whose are they?

- They belong to my husband.

There are a lot of his things there.

- Mrs. Adams, you're not being honest with us.

These clothes were found in a corner

behind a curtain in your room.

And they're exactly the same

as those worn by the man we're after,

the man who ran out of that pub on Thursday,

the day of the murder.

He was in your flat that night

when we were searching after all, wasn't he?

You hid him.

And you threw his gun over Waterloo Bridge, didn't you?

Look Mrs. Adams, why don't you be sensible

and make things easier for yourself?

We want that man and we mean to get mm.

He's a dangerous gunman

and he's concerned in the murder of a policeman.

- He's not a gunman and he's not concerned in a murder.

- So you do know him?

- Well supposing you tell us what he is concerned in

and exactly where you come into the picture.

- He's concerned in clearing himself and I'm helping him.

- Oh, this is interesting, Mrs. Adams.

Who is he?

- A deserter,

- That doesn't surprise me.

- But he'd done four years' service.

That's all forgotten, of course.

All you want to do now is put him in prison.

- That's hardly the point.

We're interested tn his connection with the murder.

- He had no connection with it at all.

He went into the jeweller to sell that revolver.

As he took the gun out of his pocket there was a hold up.

- I see,

Well go on.

- You know what happened then.

- Why didn't he come to us?

- How could he in his position?

Would you have believed him anyway?

No,

His only chance was to find those two men himself,

And I think we have found one of them, today.

(engine revs)

- [Inspector] Who's in this house?

- What's that to do with you?

- Come along, we're police officers.

Who's in this house?

- Only me.

- We'll see about that.

Go on, up you go.

- Nothing upstairs, only some mens clothes.

- Well, where are they'?

- What right have you to come--

- Don't start that.

Where are these two gentlemen friends

you've been entertaining here?

- What do you mean, entertaining?

- I'll give you two guesses.

I want to know where they are and who they are.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- What's your name?

, LN)'-

- Lily what?

- Lily Gatehouse.

- Well Lily, you're a smart girl, I can see that.

Know all the answers, don't you?

I wonder if you know the answer to this one.

We're looking for two men.

One of them may have two fingers missing on his left hand.

These two men are wanted

in connection with the murder of a policeman.

We shall get 'em in the end you know, Lily.

Make no mistake about that,

And afterwards if we find out

that you've been shielding them,

that puts you in it too, doesn't it?

And we shall come back for you on a murder charge.

So Lily, if you're the smart girl I think you are,

you've got something to tell us, haven't you?

- All right.

- Good.

Well, who are they?

- Two deserters,

- Their names?

- The one with the fingers shot off's called Slim.

- Slim what?

- Slim Elfey.

- Australian?

- No, but he lived there for years.

- And the other one?

- Dan, Dan Underwood.

- How long have they been here?

- Some months now.

But, I'd no idea it had anything to do with the shooting,

I'M swear it,

Not 'til the man mentioned the jeweler's shop.

- What man?

I've been waiting to hear about him.

- The, the man who came to see them.

- What'd he look like?

Medium build, fresh complexion, brown hair, blue eyes,

that the man?

- Yes' I think so.

- Well, what did they talk about?

- I don't know.

They sent me out of the room,

- Where are they now?

- They went off with him in a car,

- Did he go willingly or was he perhaps persuaded

all the point of a gun'?

- They persuaded him.

- Where did they go to?

- I don't know, I-- swear it.

- Where did they get the car'?

- Pinched it,

- Where from?

- I don't know, honest I don't,

Somewhere around here, I think,

- Very useful,

All right, that“ do for now.

Take her away.

It looks that there's something in your stow, Mrs. Adams.

But I'm afraid they've got your friend Burdon.

They took him away from that house.

Two of them in a car.

Still, he walked to the car, that's something.

Come in a minute, will you please?

- What are you going to do?

- Oh we haven't finished with them yet.

That car was stolen.

Just as soon as we get the number

we shall be able to pick it up inside quarter of an hour.

- But haven't you got its number yet then?

- No, and 10 to one they took it

from somewhere outside a theatre

just after the performance had started.

- A theatre?

- That gives them a good two hours

before the loss is discovered

and by then they've ditched it.

Take that down to records please.

- Yes sir,

- There isn't a theatre open this time in the morning.

- There must be.

The spot they're in they wouldn't dare risk anything else.

- Well which one?

- That's just what we're finding out now.

- I'm afraid you'll have to interrupt,

to make an announcement,

- What's the trouble?

- We want to know if a car's been stolen

from outside this theatre.

Now get everyone's who's parked their car outside

to come out here at once.

- Hello all cars.

From information room:

Message number 43,

Stolen, black Austin Saloon.

Index number MML 874

from outside Cambridge Theatre,

Adams Street, WC2.

Approximate time, 1100 hours.

Time oi origin, 11:35.

("Once Upon a Dream")

(lapping at door)

- I told you last night

not to come down here again, didn't I?

I don't want either of you down here, see?

- Anyone upstairs?

- No, why?

- This is trouble.

- Well I don't want any trouble.

- This isn't what you want, it is what you're getting,

You've done pretty well out oi the chaps I got, Charlie.

You'll have to take the good with the bad.

- How bad is it then?

- This is the bloke that was in Collin's shop last Thursday.

- Nearly an hour now.

We're on the right track though,

that car's being hidden somewhere.

Must've reached there before our message went out.

But where, that's the point.

- Isn't there anything you can do?

- Mrs. Adams' we're doing everything we possibly can.

We came in on this a little late you know.

And that wasn't our fault.

Now then, between the time the car left that house

and the time it's description was broadcast

it couldn't possibly have got outside a radius

of say three miles.

Not with the traffic at its peak.

And that puts it roughly somewhere in here.

Wapping.

That's where those kids found that revolver, isn't it?

(ship's horn blasts)

- I can't have you three hanging round here.

I tell ya, I can't have it.

- There won't be three after tonight,

- Oh no, oh no you don't,

You thought you got rid

of that revolver last night, didn't you?

Well it was found out there this morning in the mud.

They've been busy around here all day.

I'm not having any stiffs in the house.

Why can't ya leave me alone?

Plenty of other places you can go.

- No there aren't and you know it.

You've taken everything we've brought in the past,

haven't you and been glad of it.

You'da taken anything that was going Collin's place

if there'd been anything,

You're in this with us, Charlie,

right up to your ears.

And make no mistake about it,

so stop whining and start doing something.

- What can I do?

- We've gotta get outta the country.

You can fix it if the money's there.

We know that.

And you've got the money, haven't you?

So the sooner you get things started,

the sooner you'll get rid of us.

- And how about that fellow upstairs?

I'm not having any murderer down here, Hell you.

- We're dealing with that as soon as it's dark.

- Well, what are you going to do?

- Take him down the river,

hold him under for a few minutes,

then let him go.

Suicide.

- I don't like it.

And how about that car?

- You've got rid of plenty of others.

You can get rid of that one.

There's nothing to connect us with it.

- Now where exactly was that revolver found?

- Just here.

The children were playing there at low tide

and saw it sticking out of the mud.

- Very well then.

We'll cover this section,

say from here to here and take one of your cars,

You people do the rest.

I want every garage, dock and yard in the district

opened and searched.

In fact any place large enough to take that car.

- Right.

(muffled bright piano music)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

Okay.

(door clicks)

- You're dead lucky, everything's fixed,

He'll slip you on board, all three of you

and drop you off at Belfast.

- Why three of us all of a sudden?

- Because the ship sails in less than an hour.

You'll have to go now and take that chap with you.

And alive, do you understand?

How you get rid of him afterwards is up to you.

As long as you all get out of here I don't care.

But this is going to cost money.

A lot of money.

More than I can afford.

- The only thing you can't afford, Charlie,

is to let us down.

And you would, wouldn't you,

if you thought you could get away with it.

I wouldn't trust you a yard if it was any trouble.

But there isn't going to be any trouble.

So that's that.

We can get rid of this bloke over the side.

That is if your pal, the skipper,

won't want to know where he's gone in the morning.

- He won't want to know anything as long as he's paid.

- And you're gonna pay him, aren't you, Charlie?

So there we are, we're all set.

- How far is the ship from here?

- Oh not far.

- Okay.

Come on, let's get him.

Well, he must've jumped out.

- He's gone away all right.

(ship's horn blasts)

He's gone.

- Nevermind about that.

Look,

They're searching the street, they're looking for something.

I know what it is, it's that car.

You rotten lies.

You told me they couldn't connect you with it.

Those are not local men,

They must be Scotland Yard,

What are we going to do?

- You mean what are you gonna do' don't you Charlie?

- Don't let anyone out.

(bright piano music)

- This is it.

(door creeks)

Mm' he won't tell us anything now or any other time.

It's the landlord.

He's only been dead a few minutes.

- They've got away.

- Not with our launch out there, they haven't.

- Adams.

That fellow Burdon could've got away though.

Earlier.

Or else he's had it too.

Jim!

Those two men are still here.

There's no way onto the roof.

They must be.

They shut the landlord's mouth,

now they think they're okay.

We will see.

Car's here and so are they by the look of it.

Anybody tries to get out you know what to do.

Listen everybody.

We're from Scotland Yard.

This is a check up.

Nobody's allowed to leave.

Anybody thinks to try I may as well tell you

I've got an armed police officer outside.

- All right, just stay where you are everybody.

(crowd murmuring)

- Let's have a look at your left hand.

(flattering)

- Drop that.

- You won't get away with this, you know.

- Get over there.

- You too.

(dramatic music)

- Don't be in too much of a hurry to come after us.

(slap cracks)

- [Man] Look, out!

(gunfire pops)

(woman screams)

(frenzied music)

(gunfire pops)

- That's that.

All we want now is fingerprints.

(crowd murmuring)

All right, take him away.

And send for an ambulance.

How are you feeling?

- Oh I'll be all right.

I didn't know you people were here.

I heard the tail end of it from in there.

I was after those two myself.

But I missed out.

- Oh no you didn't.

If you're talking about Golden Street.

- Thank you.

- We've got the murder gun, we got some fingerprints

and we've got the man if I'm not mistaken.

Though he is taking it a bit lying down.

Oh, you've been a very great help to us.

You're Peter Burdon, alias Brown, aren't you?

Deserter.

- Yes,

How did you know?

- Somebodys told us quite a lot about you.

Yes,

- [Drill Sergeant] New guard.

Slow, mark!

New guard, halt.

- [Man] And that's all' is it, Inspector?

- Yes, I think so sir.

Except that.

- [Man] Yes?

- Well sir I would like to say that,

well perhaps it's not my business.

- Captain Willoughby.

- No questions, sir.

- That'll be all, thank you, Inspector.

- [Drill Sergeant] Order halt!

New guard, turn, hup.

New guard, next.

- And it has been brought to the notice of the court

by the civil authorities the part you have played

in bringing to justice certain criminals.

At no inconsiderable risk to yourself.

Whilst taking this into consideration however,

together with your excellent war record

we have to inform you that neither of these facts

in any way mitigates the fact

that you are guilty of desertion

from the His Majesty's forces or relieves you

oi your liability to that service.

And the seriousness of this offence

must be duly impressed upon you.

- [Drill Sergeant] Halt.

- Is it over?

- Yes, M's all over.

Listen Jean, I've only got a moment.

I'm going away for about a year.

And it'll make everything so much easier

if I know you'll be waiting.

And you will, won't you?

- You know I will,

- Bless you.

- When are you going?

- Now.

- It's really better like this, isn't ii, Peter?

- Yes' I suppose so.

This is something you can never gel away from.

Though it's no solution to the problem

it's the only solution to mine.

Well goodbye.

- Goodbye, darling,

(gentle music)

(happy music)