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My name is George Gideon.

I'm a chief inspector in the commissioner's office

popularly known as "Scotland yard."

An average day in my life

usually begins at 7:00 in the morning

when the milkman knocks at the door.

George!

George!

It's quarter past 7:00.

I know, I'm late.

Have my breakfast ready, will you darling?

I-I'll just have a boiled egg.

Hey! Come out of there!

It's my bath!

It's not yours tonight, pop.

This is the day of my concert, remember?

But I don't want it...

Not a very unusual beginning to any Gideon's day.

Morning, dear.

Good morning, darling.

I've seen you two before.

Daddy, you haven't said good morning to Tiny Tim.

Good morning, diminutive Timothy.

Daddy, I'm the keep with the food.

And you're a sea lion.

Thank you.

Oh, George, while I think of it,

could you call in Simmon's today and get some salmon?

Enough for four people.

Salmon? Who's coming?

George.

Uncle Dick and Aunt May, of course.

You haven't forgotten

we're all going to Sally's concert tonight?

Why, on these special occasions,

do we have to be saddled with your two family misfortunes

I'll never understand... - George!

They would be dreadfully hurt if we didn't ask them...

All right, all right, dear. I'll join you if I can.

Well, do try hard, won't you, dear?

For Sally's sake?

It was bad enough that when you had to miss their school play.

Silly old burglar.

House-breaker.

House break in the daytime. Burglar is at night.

Good, he's learning.

Oh, for heaven's sake, don't encourage the child.

One policeman in the family is enough.

See what I mean?

I'll get it, mother!

Hello?

Oh.

I'll get him.

Father. For you.

The day thou god gavest, lord, is starting.

Gideon here.

Yes.

Beat it.

Hello, Birdie.

What have you got for me?

Yeah?

Uh-huh.

Kir...

Kirby?

Are you sure of that?

You know me.

There's only one kind of lark I ever squeal on.

Now when it comes to that, I don't make no mistakes.

Yeah, he's the bloke.

I say, gov', I could do with a bit of readies.

Well, I could be outside Aldywich station.

At 5:30.

All right, I'll fix it.

Ah. You will? A car, gov. I'll be there.

Right.

Anything wrong, dad?

Get the car out, Sally.

Hurry up, you kids. I'm off.

Daddy, you said you'd...

Yes, all right. Another time, get along.

Aren't you going to finish your breakfast?

Oh, what about those concert tickets?

I'd better take mine in case I have to go straight there.

I told Sally to hold onto yours just in case.

All right, you two. Off you go, into the car.

You won't forget the salmon, will you, George?

- What? - The salmon, dear.

Oh! No, no, I won't, love.

And do try to be home early.

Kate, I wish you'd get rid of the idea

that I'm some sort of eager beaver

who goes around looking for jobs.

And believe it or not,

there is nothing I like less than working overtime.

I'm sorry, dear.

So am I.

- Bye. - Bye-bye, darling.

Sally!

Oh, dad. Let me drive?

No, no, no. I'm in a hurry.

We all have to suffer just 'cause something's gone wrong. Sit down.

What? I'm don't know what you're talking about.

Ooh. Red light, pop.

Didn't you see the lights against you, sir?

Yes, it's all right. There was nothing coming.

That doesn't alter the fact that you committed an offense.

May I see your license, please?

This isn't a driving license, sir.

Do you know what it is?

Certainly, sir. It's a warrant card.

You're chief inspector Gideon,

of the flying squad, I believe.

So?

May I please see your driving license?

You're not presuming to blister my father?

The law, Ms. Gideon... It is, Ms. Gideon?

Allows no distinction between high-ranking police officers

and other members of the public.

The law allow me to call you a pompous puppy?

Now, now, be quiet, Sally. This child...

Officer is just doing his duty.

Even if it is an obvious waste of busy people's time.

I'm afraid I shall have to report you for a summons, sir.

No comment.

See you tonight, Sally.

- Goodbye, love. - Bye, dad.

Oh, dad, wait!

Constable.

See this gets without fail

to Chief Inspector Gideon at Scotland yard.

Richard Strauss!

Don Juan, of course.

Why of course?

Has to be.

Who plays the violin solo?

I do.

Excuse me, but...

Are members of the public admitted?

The college allows no distinction between them

and low-ranking police officers.

This is Scotland Yard.

And I bet, as usual,

I can't find a place to park my car.

Yes?

Your man is on his way up and he's fuming.

I knew it.

I knew it.

Woke up with an ache in the big toe.

Sure sign of trouble ahead.

Bless you, sweetie.

Old man has turned up in a tizzy.

You have been warned.

Can we get the coffee...

Oh, sit down! The war is over.

It's bad enough to have to face

that ridiculous mustache every morning.

What are you grinning at?

Snotty-nosed kids of 15, 16, and you'd pick...

- Get me Kirby! I want him here at once. - Sending up! Kirby!

Detective Sergeant Kirby.

G.G. Pronto.

Kirby?

Praise the Lord, from whom all blessings flow.

It couldn't happen to a better louse.

May I?

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

All right. Put it down there.

You sent for me, sir?

Yes. I sent for you, Kirby,

to tell you a thing or two.

I sent for you to tell you you're a living disgrace

to the criminal investigation department

and the metropolitan police, generally.

I've 25 years in the force,

and I've met some fools and a few knaves

and here and there an occasional rat.

You are one of the rats,

one of the worst I've come across.

I'd like to see you exterminated.

You're a renegade and a traitor.

And if you were in the army, you'd be shot

and I'd be pleased to pull the trigger.

Who the devil do you think you're talking to?

At the moment to Detective Sergeant Eric Kirby C.I.D,

but you won't call yourself that for long.

Chief Inspector, may I ask you what you're accusing me of?

If you want it in simple terms,

I'm accusing you of accepting bribes

and so deliberately failing to carry out your duty.

- Now look here! - There's no use your denying it!

I know who's been paying you and I know why.

Do you want to know how I know?

Because an honest crook told me.

A crook who doesn't blink at cracking a safe

or doing a smash and grab,

but when it comes to selling dope to kiddies...

He's lying! There was no dope!

All right.

You didn't know they were selling reefers at Lukie's.

You just thought it was a question

of selling drinks after hours.

How much better of a policeman are you for that?

You had a job to do,

and if you'd kept your eyes open,

you'd have seen what was going on.

Even I'd like to believe

that you didn't know about the dope.

Well, of course I didn't.

I didn't know about the selling drink after hours, either.

Kirby, you haven't even got the sense not to lie about it.

I suppose you've got to lie.

Suppose you think it's the only way you

hope to save yourself.

And Lukie will lie too.

Not that it'll do him any more good

than it'll do you.

I'll have him inside tonight,

so if he hasn't yet paid you up to date, you...

Lukie has never paid me a penny!

You said somebody has put the squeak on me.

I want to know who it was.

One makes splendid enemies in this kind of job.

I know the kind who'll squeal about a thing like that.

I know the kind that'll squeal to you, too.

Old lags! Scum, who should be on the inside.

And would be if you did your job properly.

But, oh, no. You let them stay out

to put the squeal on others. Think I don't know?

Think I don't know that the name of Gideon

stinks in the West End?

I'm sorry, sir.

I didn't mean that.

It's been a bit of a shock.

I withdraw that remark, sir.

But I give you my word, I've never once

taken a bribe from Lukie

or from anyone else!

You've been misinformed, sir. I swear it.

Kirby, I don't rely on one single informant.

It may interest you to know that I've...

Had you watched.

- You've had me watched? - Mm-hmm.

And this information only confirms what I've suspected for several weeks.

I know enough now to suspend you from duty as from this moment.

And I have no doubt when I've seen the chief, a charge will follow.

- Now get out. - You can't prove what isn't...

You can't prove what isn't true!

I've wasted enough time with you. Now, get out.

Kirby, what made you do it?

I didn't do it.

You've been wasting your time, all right...

And you better watch your step, Gideon.

Or I'll...

I'll get you for defamation of character.

Well, the two sharpest pairs of ears in London

wouldn't have missed a word.

You surprised?

Not at all together.

I never thought he'd sink to that.

And what about you, Gully?

I never did trust a man

who wears that kind of a waistcoat, sir.

But didn't anything he say strike either of you as significant?

"I never took a bribe from Lukie...

Or anyone else."

And "anyone else" was phony.

Well, if you take a bribe from one, why not a few others?

Exactly. And we know he took it from Lukie.

Now, if the others don't involve dope,

I don't think we shall get anything more out of Birdie.

These stories about Birdie's daughter, sir...

Is there any truth in them?

Yeah.

Pro at 16.

Dopey two years later.

They buried her before she was 20.

That makes Birdie the most valuable contact we've got

when it comes to dope peddling.

You better pull in Lukie, right away.

I can't afford to have Birdie carved up.

Get "G" division on the blower.

Right. "G" division.

Oh, uh, here are the new inquiries, sir.

Anything important?

I haven't had a chance to go through them, yet.

Nothing very disturbing.

Just smash and grabs and...

Why do they always have to serve cold tea?

I don't know, sir.

Another prisoner hoofed it from Dartmoor.

Oh, is it anyone we know?

No.

And a bloke found shot in the Palace Hotel.

Did it himself.

Well, that was very tidy of him.

Yes. Mostly chicken-feed.

"G" division on the line.

Harry? Frank Liggot.

Anymore pay snatchers?

No, sir.

Thank heaven for small mercies.

Bit on the early side, sir?

Yes, but it is Friday.

Few more jobs like that and the papers'll get...

Wh-what is the press like this morning?

Most malignant, I thought, sir.

Oh, am I supposed to be surprised at that?

I've sent your warning out again, sir, to all the banks.

Yes, some silly bloke'll still send

a small boy on a bicycle

to catch a bag full of fivers.

Chief Inspector Gideon's office.

Yes?

Oh, that place near Manchester?

Yes, I've got it.

A girl of eighteen?

The usual?

Nasty one.

Yes, 'fraid there's not much to go on there.

Right. Keep us posted.

Girl of eighteen

found murdered just outside Manchester.

There's a chap they got in mind,

but the possible description is very vague.

Not much use to us.

They say he's headed for London.

Well, let's hope he gets here.

And I think I'll have another chat

with Birdie Sparrow.

I might get a few more peeps out of him.

You know Birdie has got a job now, sir?

Oh, yes, of course. You told me.

You have any idea where?

St. Ethelburga in the marsh.

Well, that's a church. Are you kidding?

It's true, sir. He's got a job as a caretaker.

He gave you as his reference.

That saucy...

The vicar rang us up, sir.

And you recommended him?

But certainly, sir.

The vicar was most anxious to have someone

who really needed reforming.

He got him.

Go on ya little...

Go on, I said. Because if I catch ya, I'll give ya somethin'...

Good morning, Mr. Small.

Oh, good morning, Ms. Courtney.

Mr. Small, you... You've got a dirty mark on your chin.

Huh?

And your clothes! Good gracious!

- What have you been doing? - I fell down!

Here. Let me do this.

Hold this. Thank you.

- Lick. - Huh?

Lick.

There. Falling down at your...

Age.

I was tripped, Ms. Courtney.

May as well admit it.

I'm a failure. A hopeless, miserable failure.

There is just nothing I can do with them.

Those boys again?

I suppose I'm just not cut out for the job, that's all.

Just a patronizing, blundering, well-meaning idiot.

- Oh but you're... - If I was round them, I'd probably do exactly the same.

I'd laugh as well as the next man.

- Well if they... - How can I hope to gain their respect when I'm just

a figure of fun? If they only knew what I know about you...

You know how I feel about that, Ms. Courtney.

But Mr. Small, you've got to meet them on their own ground.

Brought up in this neighborhood,

they're, most of them, little savages.

But if you let them once know that their club leader

once fought in the commandos, did all this...

No, Ms. Courtney. No.

You'll never shake my stand on that.

If you'd seen what I had, you'd know that war

is far too horrible ever to, well, to be used as a means

of winning cheap popularity.

- Mr. Small... - No, no, please, Ms. Courtney.

It was because of the war that I took holy orders.

And I'm not going back on those ghastly years

to try to cut a glamorous figure now.

I'd sooner remain what I am,

a figure of fun.

Sissy Small.

Got the coppers, come on, cheese it.

- Well, were you wanting me, officer? - No, no, no.

- I came for a word with Birdie. - Birdie?

Oh, um, Mr. Sparrow. Oh, there he is.

- Oh, well, I do hope that there's nothing wrong. - Oh, no, no, no.

You've got a very good man in Birdie Sparrow.

Oh, yes, yes indeed, officer.

- Oh, well, mister... - Uh, Gideon.

- Uh, Gideon. - Miss Courtney.

- Good morning. - How do you do?

Well, now, if you'll excuse me...

Oh, sure, yes, yes. I'll only be a couple of minutes.

"Good man," hey? Hoo!

Don't let anyone know that a cop would ever call me that.

Oh, you're all right, Birdie, just a little bit bent.

That's all. Now, move over.

Yeah, all right, come on, sit down, sit down.

That's very kind of you.

Yeah, well... Hey, hey.

I hope you know where you are. This is a church.

Well, figures. The company I'm in.

Huh. Well, what you come here for?

Have a few words with you,

a few more than we had on the telephone.

Ah, well, I ain't got nothing to add to that.

You're sure I can't persuade you

to wag that wicked old tongue...

You're only wasting your time.

Well, that's nothing new for me.

Another case of flogging dope, and I'll tell you.

Dope, yes, but I don't squeal about nothing else.

You know that.

Oh, yes, I know that, Birdie,

but supposing there's somebody who doesn't.

I'd lay odds that Lukie

wasn't the only one to bribe Kirby.

Supposing the boys with the razors heard

that you'd started singing.

Yeah, well, uh, look, I, I can look after myself.

- They all say that. - Good morning!

Oh, good morning.

Are you a friend of Herbert's?

- Uh, uh... - No, that's me.

Oh, yes, yes, I know who that was.

Are you fond of Gothic architecture?

Yes, very, but I'm afraid I haven't time at the moment to...

- Lovely, isn't it? - Oh, yes, absolutely delightful.

You'll find me in the vestry, if you want me, Herbert.

Well, yes, and Vicar...

Now, Herbert,

Give.

Give, give.

- Sir! - No.

What is it, Duke?

Pay snatch, sir.

- Where? - Hoben.

Watch yourself, Birdie.

Pay snatches are one of our biggest headaches.

This time the boys really had a nerve...

A pay snatch in the heart of London.

Oh, good morning, sir.

Oh, yes. Who are you?

Acme, Acme Carlisle. Charlie's brother.

You know the one that usually drives for you?

Well, yeah, bit of bad luck Charlie had.

- Had a smash-up on the way in. - What, smashed? Is he hurt?

Oh, no, no. Nothing serious. Not with Charlie, really.

Except the car's a bit bent, you know.

He phoned me at the garage and asked me to bring another one.

Yes, yes, I see. Uh, you've got a card?

Card? Oh, yes. I always carry a card. There you are.

- The name's on there. - Oh, yes. I see. Thank you very much.

Oh, no, sir. Not in the front, sir.

You go in the back seat.

- Oh, thank you. - Right, me lord.

- Right in the back. - Thank you very much.

What's the trouble, here?

Driver!

Driver!

Oh, just my luck, gov'nor.

Bloke out front's gone and broken down.

I'm afraid we'll have to back out. Do you mind?

What are you doing in here? This is a private car.

By the time that I arrived on the scene,

the local boys had done their stuff...

Photographs, fingerprints, and the usual routine.

- Hello, George. - Hi, Gil. How are you?

Have a look right here.

Great. There's about 50,000 in the street, I think.

Well, now think. What kind of a car was it?

It was a green car, I think.

It might have been blue. I, uh...

I don't know what make it was.

And the driver, sir, the chap in the other car, did you get a look at him?

I don't think I really noticed him, no.

Oh, take it easy.

How you been, Gil?

- Well, all right, you know. - How's Lucy?

Well, she's fine, when it comes to the old knickknack.

What a bit of luck, here.

Sally's got a concert tonight.

I hope I'm going to make it.

It beats me how he fell for it.

I mean, a perfectly strange person turns up to bring him from the bank.

I mean, didn't he suspect anything?

Well, chummy type. Had the right bonafides.

It wasn't till he turned down here that Walker felt

there was something fishy about it.

Hmm, yes. Fishy.

Oh, that's reminding me. I've got an errand to do.

I'll be seeing you, Gil. Duke!

Still not back?

Out on his blasted haircut, I suppose.

No, sir. We've just had another pay snatch.

I know we've just had another pay snatch.

I want someone to remember to tell me for a change.

Ah, there you are.

Sorry. I had a bit of a morning.

- What the devil have you got there? - Well, it's salmon.

- It stinks. - Well, they said it was fresh...

I don't know how you can afford things like it on police pay.

Who's been bribing you?

What on earth have you got here?

I brought a...

Shot it, you know.

You've, um... Have you got a match?

You heard about "K"?

Yes. Nasty business. I'm hopping mad.

It's the first time it's happened in my department.

Well, the newspapers will make a nasty smell about it.

We've had a bad press, lately, George.

You know he lives at Westwood Court?

Does he?

Fresh salmon address. Ha-ha!

I think I'll go and take a look-see.

Unless he's married to a wealthy wife,

it'll take a bit of explaining.

Hey, gov.

Oh. Oh, sorry.

What are you going to do with it?

- Hang it. - Where? - There.

Ooh.

Now, come along you chaps.

Get this thing organized.

All right, take the strain. That's right.

Oh, Mrs. Kirby?

- Oh, yes? - I'm Chief Inspector Gideon.

I suspect your husband's mentioned me.

- Yes. Won't you come in? - Thank you.

Has something happened to Eric?

Oh, no, no, no. He's quite well. As a matter of fact,

I rather expected to find him here.

But, I don't understand.

He went off to work as usual this morning.

Oh, yes, yes. I've seen him.

Mrs. Kirby, you asked if anything had happened to your husband.

I'm afraid it has. He's in serious trouble.

He's been suspended from duty for accepting bribes.

- I don't believe it. - I'm afraid there isn't any doubt.

I only wish that I hadn't got to break it to you.

Where is Eric? What does he say?

Well, he denies it, of course.

He hasn't been charged yet.

Oh, then you're not certain.

I am quite certain.

But there is a way that you might possibly be able to help him.

- What? - If you can explain certain things.

What sort of things?

Well, this flat, for instance.

I mean, I know very little about furniture,

but I can recognize expensive stuff when I see it.

And I also know the rents they charge here in Westwood Court,

rather more than a detective sergeant could earn in a year.

Yes, well, this flat is mine, and all the things in it.

I have means of my own.

Quite considerable means.

Yes, quite considerable means.

Not that it's any business of yours.

Oh, no. Of course not. But I'm very glad, indeed, to hear it.

You must understand, Mrs. Kirby,

the last thing I want is to see a member of my department

standing in the dock of the Old Bailey.

So the less circumstantial evidence they can produce

against your husband, the better pleased I shall be.

You can show proof, of course, that you have all this money.

Well we, we haven't that much left now.

We spent it nearly all.

Yes, but I mean, you can prove you had it.

- I mean, your bank statements would show that. - What, I, I...

Yes, I'm afraid you haven't been telling me the truth, Mrs. Kirby.

You'll know now, I don't blame you, believe me.

I should expect my wife to try to talk me out of a mess like this.

Is there any reason that Eric shouldn't have private means?

Just because he chose to be a policeman?

Not at all, but why not say so at once?

Eric's been betting, Mr. Gideon.

I didn't want to tell you because I thought it might be

against the rules in his job. - Oh, no, no.

And he's been winning, too. He's had a lot of luck.

Quite big sums.

Always in cash, of course.

Yes. At the dog race tracks.

He went one night, to the White City, with only a few pounds,

and he came back with about 300.

- Oh, really? - Yes.

Eric's a gambler, Mr. Gideon.

He's been playing it up.

There's some men he met with,

and he's been getting information from them.

Why, I know they're not the sort of people a policeman

really ought to be friendly with, but,

there's nothing criminal about it.

Always at the White City?

No, he also went to Wembley, I think it was.

Oh, and some other tracks, um,

Stamford Bridge. He won over 100 pounds.

No, I'm sorry, Mrs. Kirby. It won't do, you see,

every night, for the past four weeks,

I've had your husband watched, and not once in that time

has he been anywhere near a dog race track. - But he swore to be.

Then he's been lying.

And I'm sure that neither of us can believe that he won those sums of money

at places like Sardony's

or the Capricorn Club.

What are you talking about?

Those are the sort of tracks he's been visiting.

Expensive restaurants and night clubs in the West End

and, I'm sorry to say, usually accompanied by a woman.

Get out of here!

- You weren't that woman? - Get out!

Now look, Mrs. Kirby. Look, for your husband's sake

if there was another woman, you must tell me. - Get out of here!

Can't you see that she may be tied up with him in these charges.

- And, if you... - I don't need to listen to you.

Get out, with all your filthy lies and tricks.

You framed him! I can see it all, now.

I suppose he's managed to get something on you.

Is that it?

He always did say you were a dirty twister.

I told you to get out of here.

Mrs. Kirby,

I've got some bad news for you, the worst.

- He's dead. - Yes.

He... he killed himself. It's all your doing.

No, no, he was run down by a car 20 minutes ago.

It was all over, quickly, I'm glad to say.

Is there something I can do, somebody I could telephone?

Just leave me alone, please.

It's useless to say "I'm sorry,"

but I do mean it.

- You saw Mrs. Kirby, sir? - Yeah.

- Rugged end? - Yeah, it was.

Oh, they found a girl who saw Kirby run down, sir,

a typist looking out of her office window.

Did she hear any brakes being jammed on?

Well, they didn't say. They're bringing her here.

Well, that's the first thing to find out when she gets here.

- Well, no sound of brakes could mean deliberate... - Yep. Murder.

Manchester think they know who bumped off that girl up there, sir.

Chap who's done a bunk from a mental home.

He's a Londoner, name of Arthur Sayer.

Um, beg your pardon, sir, may I suggest I take that jacket

and have it cleansed?

Thank you, sir.

No, not today.

Hello, Rosie.

Why, it's Arthur Sayer.

Goodness, gracious, after all this time.

What in the world have you sprung from? Come in.

Come on, Arthur.

Where in the world have you sprung from?

Manchester. I've been working up north these past five years.

Five years, is it?

How time flies.

Oh, this is Dolly. Dolly, it's Uncle Arthur.

You remember uncle Arthur. He had that front room.

Oh yes, I remember Uncle Arthur.

I'm going to wash my hair now, mum.

Hurry up, love, and do it.

Come on and have a cup of tea with us.

Come and sit down, love.

You don't look a day older, Rosie.

You look as if you've been up all night.

Well, I've been traveling. I've got one of my awful headaches.

What's you wants a nice cup of tea

and a couple of aspirins.

I was just popping out to the stores for a cauliflower.

You remember how partial Jim is to cauliflowers.

How is Jim?

Oh, he's fine. A bit older, like all of us.

Only two more years and he gets his pension.

Rosie, I've been to hospital.

Oh.

I've only just come out.

Oh. Well, you make yourself comfortable.

Have that nice cup of tea and a couple of aspirins,

and I won't be a jiffy.

Hurry, Dolly. I'll be back in a bit.

In a matter of seconds, a general call was

put out all over London.

That all? Right.

- You heard that, hmm? - Yes, sir.

- Pretty loathsome... - I don't get it.

An ordinary, straightforward murder,

I can understand, but kids...

When you've got kids of your own, the same age.

Give me a match, will you?

Well, at any rate, he won't get far.

We hope. Where's Frank?

Over in the waiting room with the young secretary who saw Kirby run down.

Well, if she's there, I better butt in on that.

The man came in here, carrying a parcel.

That's right. He's in the one in attendance.

Why? What's he done?

Miss?

Are you Arthur Sayer?

Yes, I'm Arthur Sayer,

Arthur Alexander Sayer.

I couldn't help it.

I didn't want to do it.

I couldn't help it, I didn't want to do it.

It's my head.

Dr. Jennings up in Manchester. He can tell 'em.

When I get one of my headaches...

Come on, dry yourself.

I want to go back to hospital.

All right, come on now.

I'm Arthur Sayer, Arthur Alexander Sayer.

Dr. Jennings! Give them to me.

If you ask Dr. Jennings, he can tell you that I've...

No, come again.

He's got him?

And it is definitely Sayer?

Arthur Sayer?

Well, that's a relief.

What is this bright, young officer's name?

Farn... Farnaby-hyphen-Green?

Well, you better send him along, he can write his report here.

Right.

Yes, I'll go along and see the mother myself.

Right.

Well, I suppose this is what we're paid for.

Well, all right.

Mrs. Saparelli.

I just wanted to tell you that we've caught him.

Have you?

Yes, we've made certain of that.

If there's anything I can do,

your husband or your...

No.

You've been very good.

All of you police are.

Jim's on his way.

Very good.

Nothing anyone can do now.

Nothing anyone can do.

That was that.

We had to pass my home on the way back to the Yard,

so I decided to call on Kate for some lunch.

Kate, dear!

Well, crime must be in a bad way.

On the contrary, crime is flourishing,

so much so that we haven't had time for lunch.

Get the beer.

George. George, where's my salmon?

Don't tell me you forgot.

You don't mean to say you've forgotten the salmon?

- Salmon? Me? - Yes.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry, Kate.

I didn't know we had the pleasure.

Beer, George?

Oh, George, it's too bad of you. I wanted...

It's at the office, but I doubt very much

that I'll get back in time, now.

If only you'd forget that confounded bowler

and think of the salmon...

Uh-oh.

Yes, Gully. Speaking.

Today? Well, they assured me

it wouldn't be before Monday at the earliest.

All right.

They brought forward the Cunningham case.

I've got to go and get my evidence

at Old Bailey this afternoon.

Oh, George. Oh, drink up, boys.

We'll have to eat this lot in the car.

Duke, I want to call up the Yard on the way.

Thank you, Kate. Thanks for the beer.

- All right, goodbye. - Kate dear, it'll take a miracle

to get me home by 7:00, now.

We better meet at the concert.

Have you got your ticket?

- Ticket? - For the concert, dear.

Oh. Sally forgot to...

This is one of those days, all right.

Well, never mind. She can leave it at the door.

Sorry about the salmon.

It's all right. I'll manage.

Hello, sir. The chief's been after you again.

Yeah, I know. I ducked him in the presses.

I've got to be at the old Bailey in ten minutes.

What's new?

Oh, photographic sent this down.

It's a tire print, the car they used in the pay snatch.

Oh, what a pretty picture.

The clever boys say it's a Michelin 550 by 16.

Yes, there's only 20,000 other motorists using it.

Um, what's this? Kirby's stuff?

Yes, nothing, sir.

Yes, I suppose I better go and pacify the chief.

Oh, and P.C. Farnaby-Green here to report, sir.

Farnaby? Oh, the Sayers, yes.

On your feet, lad.

Chief Inspector Gideon.

Come on.

Sorry, sir, you wanted me?

At last. Had a good lunch?

I haven't had lunch yet.

Then what the devil have you been doing?

I can't remember.

Look, sir. I'm due in court in five minutes.

Leaving one pay snatch totally un-cracked,

one hit-and-run killing enshrouded in mystery...

And one highly dangerous sex murderer in the can.

After he'd been handed to you on a silver platter.

Fine day, George.

Yes, unfortunately, it's not yet over.

Look, sir, I've got that young copper outside who spotted Sayer.

- I thought, perhaps, a pat on the back from you... - All right.

Well, don't over do it, though.

He had the gall to blister me this morning.

One of them gave me a summons the other day.

- Faulty parking, says he. - Come on in.

P.C. Farnaby green, sir.

You?

Well, not the same.

The very same.

Two minutes after I'd left my blasted car.

You must admit, sir, it was obstructing the traffic.

I'll admit nothing of the kind.

I'm saving my arguments for that blasted beak,

Sir Cecile Birkenshaw.

You're not up in front of him?

The old tide himself.

- And the devil of it is he was my fag at school. - Uh-oh.

- Excuse me, sir. - Huh?

I think you may find Sir Cecile

in a sympathetic frame of mind.

My poor boy, nobody gets sympathy in his court.

The only thing is, sir...

He had a summons himself this morning.

Old Birkenshaw? What, from you?

Yes, sir.

What for?

Permitting...

His dog to follow the footway.

It would seem this young man's quite a lion hunter.

Hmm. I think we must see

that he is not put on a beat near Buckingham Palace.

A new end to the day. Fine morning's work today.

Well done, Farnaby green. Keep it up. Congratulations.

- Thank you. - All right.

Well, you better pop along, commit your piece of perjury,

and I'll be here if you...

Hello, yes?

Yeah, yes, he is. Just a moment.

Hello? Yes, Henry.

No, no, no. I can't possibly come over at the moment.

I'm due in court.

You sure?

I'll be right up.

I'll see you later.

- Sir? - Nice work, well done.

Sir?

What is it?

Right here, I had a couple of color prints made.

Well, I've seen this before.

Yes, but having all these nice pretty colors,

concentrate on those markings.

Now compare them to the tarmac

just right of poor Kirby's neck.

Henry, you're right.

If that wasn't made by the same tire, I'll eat my hat.

This ties up Kirby with the pay snatch boys.

You can't tell me it was a coincidence they ran him down.

Find that tire, and you can notch up another murderer.

Yes, look, tell all this to Liggot, will you?

Put the old man out of his misery.

Oh, just a minute, George, before you go.

I'm due at the Old Bailey.

Chief Inspector George Gideon.

Chief Inspector George Gideon.

Inspector George Gideon.

Chief Inspector George Gideon?

Chief Inspector Gideon?

Inspector Gideon?

Chief Inspector Gideon, there's no excuse

for any witness to be late in court,

least of all a police witness.

I'm very sorry...

I said there's no excuse.

I can't lend my ears to any attempt of yours

to fabricate one.

I'm assured you had, uh, plenty of notice

the time you were required here.

I'm now going to, uh, express my

profound disapproval of your dilatory conduct.

If it please your lordship, I should like to place

on record my own deep regret. - Hmm.

Take the book in the right hand and read.

I swear by almighty God the evidence I shall give the court

shall be the truth, and the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth, so help me God.

George Gideon, Chief Inspector, Commissioner's office.

Exhibit five.

Now, were you present, Chief Inspector,

at Cannon Row Police Station on the 24th of June last,

when the prisoner made that statement you now hold,

and did he make that statement voluntarily

of his own free will, and without duress?

Yes.

No questions, my lord.

That was all they wanted me for.

Of course, now and then, we have a break of luck.

This was one of those occasions.

Mrs. Kirby, sir.

Oh.

Mr. Gideon's out at the moment.

I'm his assistant.

My name's Liggot.

Eric... I've heard Eric talk of you.

Mr. Liggot, was my husband murdered?

Please, sit down.

What makes you think he might have been?

To get run down by a car just after...

You may as well know it now.

Eric's been mixing lately

with some very shady characters.

I don't know who they were. He wouldn't say.

Insisted it was all part of his job.

But I could tell he was frightened.

You, uh, you didn't tell Mr. Gideon this?

No. Well, it doesn't matter now, admitting I... I lied.

I've been very worried lately about...

The company Eric was keeping.

Lets face it.

I'm two or three years older than Eric, and...

There was another woman.

Milk and sugar.

I'd like Mr. Gideon to hear this.

He should be back at any moment now.

Is it possible for you to wait for him?

I'll do anything you wish.

I'll be back in a moment.

She's here.

Yes, so I see. What goes?

She admits she tried to lead you up the garden path.

Kirby was in with some right villains

who scared the pants off him.

She doesn't know who they were,

but she thinks they bumped him off.

Well, so do I. What else?

He was cheating on her, all right.

Oh, Gully, I want the Duke up here.

Right, sir.

This all you found in Kirby's pockets?

No, nothing here. Odds and bits.

Mabel, the Duke. Right away.

If you were cheating your wife,

either of you...

Are you blushing, frank?

What? Certainly not.

Oh, yes you are. Isn't he, Gully?

Like a beet root, sir.

Yes, well, I won't make it personal but,

if one was cheating one's wife, where would one keep, say,

letters from the other lady?

You know my wife, sir.

Nowhere short of the Bank of England.

I was fishing for practical suggestions.

I suggest, um, Scotland Yard, sir.

Scotland.

His locker.

Gully, remind me to get you a promotion some time.

Then you can kick me in the pants

when I have one of these blind spots.

- And get my home, will you? - Sir.

Oh, Duke. I've just remembered that money for Birdie Sparrow.

Take this downstairs, will you,

and draw £25 from the information account.

- That was always... - Yes, yes, that's right.

And, uh, Duke? Slip it to them quietly.

Hello, Kate.

Hmm, well, it's just as I thought. I'll never make it home.

No. Well, yeah, yes I know

that Uncle dick and Auntie May will think I've done it

on purpose as usual, but...

Oh, wait a minute. The other phone's ringing, dear. Hold on.

Inspector Gideon's office.

Gideon here.

Yeah.

You have? Splendid!

- The getaway car? - Yeah.

Yes, complete with the tire that made the tracks.

Now listen, when the owner turns up,

I want you to pump him dry.

I want every single detail how that car was pinched.

It's absolutely essential we found out who stole it.

Yeah, I'm very grateful, Inspector.

Keep in touch.

Found abandoned in West Hamstead. What have we got there?

Something else to please you. No letters in Kirby's locker,

but I think that might do even better

Ooh, not bad, eh.

Fetch Mrs. Kirby in here.

Not bad at all.

What do you think, Gully?

- Look at that, that's... - Are you still there?

Oh. Sorry darling.

No, no, of course I didn't forget. How could I?

Yes, it was just something important turned up.

No, look, we won't waste the... The what?

Salmon... oh, fish! No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

I, I won't forget it. No. I'll be seeing you.

Mrs. Kirby, sir.

Oh, good afternoon.

I want you to look at this photograph.

Do you recognize that woman?

Yes.

You can definitely identify that

that was the person you saw with your husband.

- Yes - Oh, please.

Uh, we shall need that.

I'm sorry.

That's all for now, Mrs. Kirby.

And, thank you.

I'm sorry, my dear.

Thank you.

You will be at the same address

if we should want you for any further...

I'll do anything you say

as long as you get that... The one who killed Eric.

Mind the door.

Well, even a copper has to eat occasionally.

So I slipped across the road to the local pub

for a pork pie and a sausage.

Here, at least, I knew I could sit down quietly

and think about the day's work

over a pint of beer.

Ah, Mr. Gideon.

Excuse me, sir. Mr. Gideon.

Mr. Gideon, you remember me, don't you?

Yes, Mrs. Birdie Sparrow.

- That's right. - You want a drink?

Well, that's very nice of you.

I'll have a glug of gin, if you please.

Gin for the lady, please.

Large or small?

Uh, large, if you please.

And a large half of half and half to chase it down. Thank you.

It's a long time since I've had the pleasure.

Yes, he, uh, he told me you were in here,

the fellow at the door. - Oh, he did, did he?

Well, here's mud in your eye.

[That was a bit mild, wasn't it?

What are you doing in these parts?

Mr. Gideon, they're after... They're after Birdie.

- Who are? - Well, that Feeney for one.

- Oh, yes. - And, Simmo.

And you know what that means as well as I do.

Carries a razor, he does.

Wouldn't mind half a crown

for every geezer he's sliced up.

Now, look. I saw...

I saw Birdie this morning, and I warned him,

but he said he could look after himself.

I know, I know, Mr. Gideon.

Birdie would never go to the police for protection.

That's the last thing Birdie would ever do.

Mr. Gideon, lock him up.

Lock him up for his own protection

until it blows over. - All right, all right, I will.

...the poor little bleeder's last stop.

You'll do it?

- God love ya, Mr. Gideon. - No.

Look, get yourself wrapped around there, will you?

Oh, the nice man.

Another glug of gin, if you please.

There you go, dear.

And another pour is six-three, sir.

There you go, dear.

Is the Duke back, yet? I want him here at once.

Right, sir.

Portraits of the lady in question, sir.

I'm afraid they're not quite dry, yet.

Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll go to...

The Capricorn Club...

See if the woman's known there.

But sir, I've... I have a date...

At the Capricorn Club.

- Good night. - Oh.

Oh, hello, Duke. You see Birdie?

Yes, sir. I gave it to him.

Well, I want him again, for keeps this time.

I want you to pop him in the can

for the Cheyne Walk job.

The Cheyne Walk job? You're kidding.

Birdie had nothing to do with that.

I know.

But I want him in the hoosegow overnight.

Finney and the razor boys are after him.

All right, Duke. Get on with it.

Any trouble in finding him, try Saint Ethelbert's in the marsh.

- What? - Oh, sorry sir.

No, that's all right. I should have thought of it myself.

- Bucking for my job, hey? - Oh, no, sir.

You're welcome to it.

Um, get my wife, will you?

Oh, no. On second thought, I don't think I dare.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Hey! Mr. Smalls!

Hey! Mr. Smalls! Wait. Mr. Smalls, they want me.

What is it, Abbot? What's wrong?

What do you want? What are you doing here?

No trouble, Reverend. No trouble at all.

Just want to slice an ear off that little squealer there, that's all.

Watch it, gov'nor! The razor, the razor!

Right, Simmo?

Right.

Jonathan!

- Who are you? - Flying squad, Scotland Yard.

Well take your hats off.

And get these fellows out of here.

- One of the razor boys. - Come on, get them out.

All right, come on. Come on, up you get.

Come on, kids. Come on.

Come along, Birdie, you're coming with us.

Come along.

I'm... I'm innocent. Gov'nor, look...

- Come along, birdie. - I've been framed.

What do they want with Herbert?

All right, you kids. Inside. Come on.

Come on. Get a move on, there. Down the stairs. That's it.

Go on, off it.

Oh, it's quite a crowd for boy's club tonight.

And we're all going to have some cake.

Good evening, sir.

Gideon.

No, no. Hello, Duke?

Good, good.

Th...

Uh, w... wait a minute. What did you say?

The curate?

Just a second, the other phone is ringing.

Hello?

Yeah, Frank. Yeah?

Yep.

Yeah, look, hold on a second, will you?

I'm busy on the other line. Yep.

No, no. Well, let Birdie go free.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, no. Bring the other two here.

We'll have a nice friendly chat, hmm?

Right.

Yeah?

I'm at the Capricorn now, sir.

Oh, they know her here, all right.

Yes.

Her name's Delafield.

Mrs. Joanna Delafield.

Yes.

She lives at 9 Leely Place. Chelsea.

Yes, Chelsea.

Good work, good work.

Yeah, no, you better come back here.

Yeah, I know you've got a date.

Yeah, so have I.

But I've got mine with my daughter, though.

Mm-hmm. All right, be seeing you.

Oh!

Mrs. Delafield?

Yes.

My name is Gideon,

Inspector Gideon of Scotland yard.

Oh, dear.

What have I done now?

Won't you come in,

Mr. Inspector?

Oh, thank you.

Would you like a drink?

Or is it a case of "not on duty, ma'am"?

Oh, no, no. Not at all.

I'd, uh... Like a whiskey.

All right. Sit down, won't you?

Thank you.

But you are on duty?

Yes. I, uh... Am on duty.

Mrs. Delafield, I...

Think you knew a colleague of mine,

a Detective Sergeant Kirby.

Kirby?

Kirby.

No, I don't think so.

Should I?

Well, perhaps you knew him under another name.

This man.

Yes. I have seen him somewhere before.

Now where?

You know, this face is awfully familiar,

but I don't think I know anyone of that name.

Wait a minute.

That's the man.

Oh...

I was sitting in a bar one night...

Oh, look, please. Sit down, won't you?

Well, I was sitting in this bar,

waiting for my husband.

It was the, uh, Capricorn?

Is there such a...

- Capricorn Club. - Yes.

Well, this man came up and he started to talk to me.

Well, I'd never seen him before in my whole life.

Oh, you poor man.

You haven't got your drink.

Oh, that's all right. I'll help myself.

But I'm sure I never gave him my name.

So how can I figure into all of this?

Look, would you like some water with that? Or some soda?

I've some ginger ale outside.

- Ginger ale...? - Yes.

- Oh! Why yes, yes...- All right.

- I'm very fond of ginger... - Excuse me.

Do you mind if I smoke my pipe?

Oh, no. Not at all.

Hmm. Thank you.

Whoop!

You know, I'm very intrigued.

Now, you say this man was a detective?

He was.

You must've made quite a conquest.

We found your name and address amongst his possessions.

He sounds like he's dead.

He is.

He was knocked down by a car today.

He was murdered.

Nice.

Well, I'm afraid the other one doesn't seem to be here.

Never mind, sir. You've done pretty well.

Hello, Jimmy. Good evening, sir. Good evening.

- Any luck? - Yes, sir. A little.

Mr. Walker has just recognized a man

who rode past the bank on a bicycle

and turned down that alley just in front of them.

- Who was he? - Andy Simpson.

- Bloke they call "Simmo." - Ah, splendid.

We've just pulled him in.

Uh, Mr. Walker...

Can you recognize that pay envelope?

Oh, yes. This is one of ours.

Yes. I wrote that name myself.

Miss Jade Drew.

Tell me about Miss Drew.

Well, she had only been with us a fortnight.

She's a very good girl.

Is she?

Good at her work, I mean.

Pretty girl.

Is this her?

Yes. That's our Miss Drew.

And only been with you two weeks?

Now, did you engage her?

- I got her from the agency who sent us... - Where's the phone?

This way, sir.

Now look, I want to know from the employment agency,

any other jobs they've found

for Miss Jade Drew, now of Clarion Advertising.

And I think probably we'll find some familiar names.

Firms who've lost the week's wages.

And then I want her previous bosses run to earth

and shown the photograph, hmm?

Sir.

Oh, and, sir,

your wife rang up again about the fish.

Blast it!

Don't you mention that fish again!

Information room.

Detective Sergeant Hodge reporting.

She was employed under the name of Drew.

She was a redhead.

And left to look after a sick aunt in Bournemouth.

Detective Officer Mcphearson reporting.

The photograph of the identified is a "Miss Drew,"

a brunette,

an efficient typist

who had left suddenly

to look after a sick uncle in Eastbourne.

Yes, that's her all right.

She was a blonde in those days.

I never did think it was natural.

Was she with you long?

No. Just a few weeks.

But quite long enough for me.

The airs she gave herself,

with her "la-dee-dah" voice and her fancy clothes.

Ha. She even had her own car, if you please.

Did you, uh, suspect her at all?

Oh, I suspected her right from the start,

but the men couldn't see it, of course.

They never do when there is a pretty face involved,

though I could never see much in her.

And there was a pay snatch at her place too, of course.

Yes. While Miss Drew was there.

Hmm. Well, that makes what...

Oh, bless you, Wendy. Just what I need.

That makes what? Three in five months?

I say, George.

You're not busy at the moment, are you?

Busy? Here?

Slip along, Duke. Don't be far away.

And you're absolutely sure you're not busy now?

No, no. I'm just relaxing.

Oh, I see.

Well, you see it's about this confounded speech

I've got to make in the Mansion house,

and I do wish you'd cast an eye on...

- Oh. Sorry. Oh, well. - Not at all.

It's all here, isn't it?

Uh, well no. As a matter of fact it isn't.

I... I need a bit more. I want to tell one or two

personal stories, you know, how we cracked this or that case

with nothing to work on but a bit of torn newspaper.

Or a crumpled up pay envelope, hm?

Yes, yes. That's the idea.

Very good story, too.

I haven't heard this one.

It isn't finished, yet.

Well now, look. Don't waste time. I only got half an hour.

Well I haven't made the arrest, yet.

Then you better get on with it, George. Haven't you?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. But what about your speech?

Oh the blazes my speech!

I can always... What do you call it?

Ad-lib something.

You do that very well, sir.

Well, thank you very much.

Although, nevertheless, it's most important we get a good press.

- I'm sure you will do that. - Yes.

You got that warrant ready?

Sir.

And your wife called, sir.

Oh. Well, uh...

Good night, sir.

And good hunting.

I'm sorry. You're working, tonight.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

Pardon me, sir.

So with a warrant in my pocket,

I set out to arrest Miss Joanna Delafield,

age 26, brunette with blonde hair,

with red hair, with a sick aunt

in Bournemouth, Liverpool, Dulwich, Cardiff

and uncles all over the place.

Mrs. Delafield?

Joanna Delafield, I have a warrant for your arrest

on the charge of conspiring with others

to rob and assault James Norman Walker

at approximately 10:15 on Friday...

Don't bother with the usual warning, Inspector.

It won't be necessary.

- Paul! - Don't be a big idiot.

Be quiet, Joanna. Joanna, go and open the safe.

- Get everything out of it. - What do you think to gain, by that?

- Pack a few clothes for yourself if you need to. - Paul!

Go. Take everything.

Do you imagine that I came here alone to arrest your wife?

You made one big mistake, Inspector.

You came into this house alone.

There's a police car outside with two men in it.

And if you were fool enough to fire that gun...

I don't see why you should speak in the subjunctive.

I am going to fire this gun.

Are you?

Yes. And when your two men hear the shot,

they'll come charging in to break down the door.

That'll give us about two minutes to get out and away.

It's not long, I grant you.

In fact, it's a pretty desperate measure,

but it still gives us a chance,

especially if you're the only one who knows us on sight,

and you'll be laying on the floor there,

quite dead, I'm afraid.

Like Kirby?

You realize, they'll hang you for this, Delafield?

Oh, yes. Yes, I dare say they will.

But, its just the same to me

if they put me in prison.

So why not take a chance?

You see there's only one thing I live for.

And that's this. My work. My art. My painting.

And that's why you took up the pay snatch racket, hmm?

Well, don't you see? I had to have the means to live

before I could paint.

I didn't want to spend eight hours a day in some stuffy office.

Do you mind if I smoke?

Oh. Go ahead, go ahead.

You see, unfortunately...

I'm one of those artist who hasn't yet managed to emerge.

I haven't been "taken up," as they say. You know.

I don't want to bore you with a recitation of my... my fate.

I like the picture of your wife.

D-did you like it?

It's not bad. It's good. It's... is it good?

Mm! Very good indeed.

Well, now, don't you see? That's the whole reason.

It's for this and these things that I've gotta go on...

I must go on painting.

That's the only thing that matters a damn in life to me.

It doesn't matter a damn that your wife will hang with you?

Hang?

Yes.

That's what you get for killing with firearms.

- Paul, is it true? - Here, take this gun.

- Put your finger on the trigger. - But, I mean...

- Paul, are you really gonna go? - Now, hold it steady, Joanne.

- I've got to get my coat. - Please tell me.

Listen, don't believe a word he tells you.

You don't look very happy behind that gun.

I know how to pull the trigger.

I wonder if you would if I made a sudden dive.

Don't move!

That's what he wants you to do, for you to do the job,

but it won't make any difference.

If I am to be killed, and the only way you'll get out of here

is by killing me,

you'll both go to the gallows.

- I'm not listening to you. - Now that's a pity

because I can tell you a few things about executions.

They're not very dramatic, you know.

They are rather an anti-climax after the trial.

Three weeks in jail and then one morning the long walk.

And it won't be a bit like you imagine,

the heroine with her head held high.

They'll drag you there half doped and vomiting with terror.

Paul, where are you?

That's the worst thing about hanging.

It's so undignified.

Paul!

He can't hear you. He's too far away now.

Paul!

There's no use. He's way over the garden fence by this time.

Paul wouldn't leave without me!

He has, you know...

And left you holding the baby.

Oh!

A dirty trick.

I want Delafield.

Six foot high, fair hair,

wearing sports coat, beige trousers, blue pullover,

and carrying a briefcase.

Golightly, I'm sorry.

Come on in.

I think we may say

that we're off duty, hm?

To the end of a perfect day.

And if I may say so, sir,

a very successful one.

You may say so, you old son of a gun.

Forgive me, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Sir.

Your health.

And now I'm going home.

Your coat, sir.

Oh.

- Bless you. - G'night, sir.

Oh, just a moment, sir.

Your fish.

Sir!

Sir!

That blasted fish!

If only I managed to forget it,

I would've been spared this one,

the bane of a detective's life,

the posh boys, the Mayfair boys,

the amateurs who try to pull off the perfect crime.

Of course, they've chosen to crack

the holy of holies...

The St. James' safe deposit.

They would.

Good evening, Mr. Fitzhubert.

Sorry to keep you waiting, sir.

Just had me a cup of tea.

Don't let me disturb you, Mason.

I just want to pop mother's jewels back.

Give us the keys. I know the way.

You'll get me the sack, sir.

Nobody's ever allowed to go to the vaults alone,

even the families that I know, like yours.

I know, I know. I was just putting you on,

that's all, Mason.

How is Lady Fitzy, sir?

Mother's fine.

I was with her this evening, seeing Giselle.

What was her name again, sir?

Giselle, the ballet.

She-zill, guh-guh, chizelle...

There's a horse called that. Running tomorrow. You want in?

No, Mason. Don't tempt me. I've packed all that up.

I'm still trying to pay off my bookie from ascot.

Well, now's your chance, sir.

It's surprising how often

these things do come up, you know?

Now, my missus,

she gave me a wonderful tip the other day.

I thought you said your missus spent half her life on her knees?

That's just it, sir.

She's preaching me another sermon,

all about all my sins,

and there's me, sitting there,

trying to pick an honest winner...

There you are, sir...

When suddenly I see there's a horse running

called "Chapel Goer."

Well, I ask you.

If that isn't a gift from heaven.

- Won, did it? - At ten to one.

Then you come in tonight with this other one, "Giselle."

Let's see if I can find him.

Second race at Newmarket, I think it was.

Yes, yes. Here we are.

Giselle.

Three times unplaced.

That means there'll be a nice, long prize.

Five bob on that and I'll be able to pay off

the last installment on my telly.

Much better than falling for my horse.

Mr. Fitzhube...

A-any trouble, Fitz?

I told you there wouldn't be any trouble.

What about this chap, Mason?

What about him?

He won't worry us.

He's dead.

Fitz, you shot him!

You said there wouldn't be any shooting.

Look, the man knew me. Didn't he?

I had to kill him.

Here. Take these.

- Snap out of it... - We'll swing for this!

They'll have to catch us first,

won't they?

Ring the bell.

I am ringing the bell.

Well, let me ring it.

You don't know how to ring a bell.

Ridiculous nonsense.

This place is shut.

Most peculiar indeed.

Captain, please.

Yes, hurry up. It's urgent now.

How'd the speech go?

Oh, very well, indeed.

I, uh, gave you a mention, George.

Oh, you shouldn't have bothered to do that.

Slammed the damn door in my face.

Hello, Jacques?

Yeah, the St. James' safe deposit...

I don't like the sound of it at all.

I-I think we ought to put a cordon around it.

Yeah, right away.

Right.

Well, now that's taken care of, sir,

perhaps I'll push on home.

Home, George?

What on earth are you talking about?

This is most important.

But, Rupert, my jewels.

Constable.

Where am I to put my things tonight?

Pardon me.

What a very rude, young man.

Come on, Gully.

Here. Come back, you fool.

It's the police!

Get back.

This is the police.

I'm sorry to tell you gentlemen

that we have this place surrounded.

It would save us all a lot of trouble

if you'll just open up.

Come on, gentlemen, you're only wasting

your own time, as well as ours.

What's the use, Fitz? We haven't got a hope.

Aren't you forgetting I've got a gun?

- No, Fitz! No! - Take your hands off me...

- We've got to leave, right away! - What good would that do?

Might as well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb.

- Well, I'm getting out of here. - Me too.

Okay, shut up, and get out.

Hello, Gil. How's the night shift?

How was Sally's concert?

Oh, great.

I think I'll stay and listen to yours.

All right, boys. Smash it in.

Ready?

Breaking and entering.

You better watch your step.

Smash and grab all cleaned up?

Oh, sure. Yes.

You're due for promotion

in ten or 20 years, something like that.

Attention inside. Attention.

This is the police.

I'm sorry to inform you gentlemen

that the place is surrounded.

I repeat.

The place is surrounded.

Who's out back?

- Cameron. - Cameron...

I think I'll go and take a look.

Sing 'em another song.

Attention inside. Attention.

I repeat. The place is surrounded.

Please come out quietly.

Attention inside. Attention.

In exactly two minutes, we're coming in.

Please come on out quietly.

Please, gentlemen.

There's nothing else you can do.

I don't want to sound rude,

but we are getting just a bit impatient.

You all right, sir?

Yeah.

Not one of the regulars, eh?

They wouldn't be such fools as to carry guns.

Rotten amateur.

I'll remember you when we meet again

in 10 or 12 years' time.

George.

Found the night manager

with three bullet holes in him.

Chummy here's for the drop.

Take the stinking little rat out of my sight!

Stop!

Permit me to drive you home.

Okay, Golightly.

Goodnight.

It was a lovely concert.

I thought Sally played the violin rather well.

Goodnight, Kate.

Goodnight, uncle Dickie.

Oh, George, it's you.

Who'd you think it was?

Oh, I'm so glad you're home.

I came in this way because I saw Uncle Dick

and Auntie May on the porch.

I love them dearly. They are two sweet people.

But I've had enough for one day.

George, you've torn your sleeve.

Oh, yes, I was bit careless. I fell over.

Dear and it's your new suit too.

We haven't even paid for it, yet.

You haven't been drinking?

D-drinking?

I haven't even eaten all day.

Drinking... What the...

Honey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Well, anyway, I've kept something

nice and hot for you in the oven.

I'm sorry about the concert.

How was Sally?

Oh, George. You would've been so proud.

Where is she?

Some young man is bringing her home.

Some young...

"some young"? Who?

Oh, I don't know his name.

You don't... look...

Kate, the girl is only eighteen years old.

You ought to be a bit more careful

about who she goes around with.

But darling, it's perfectly all right.

- She introduced him. - Introduced?

You know how I am about names.

Mm. That smells good.

I thought you'd probably be hungry when you came home.

I'm ravenous.

I think I'll have a bottle of beer.

Get my slippers will you, dear?

All right, darling.

Ah, there's Sally.

- Hello, darling. - Hello, mum. Did Aunt May, like it?

Wonderful. She thought you were brilliant.

Where's dad? Oh, hello dad.

Hello, darling.

Dad. I think you've met Simon.

Have I?

You think?

We meet again, sir.

We certainly do.

I hope I had a good seat at the concert?

Oh, yes, sir. Very good.

And Sally played the solo like an angel.

Oh, isn't he a pet, mum?

Do sit down, Simon.

We're both absolutely starving.

Is there anything good to eat?

Hey, I'm supposed to eat...

Darling, I think there's not very much.

There are the four of you.

You've torn a hole in your sleeve, dad.

- I know. I've been... "Drinking." - George.

According to your mother, I'm an alcoholic

in the last stages of dts.

How long will it take to cook that?

That's the haddock, George.

I asked for salmon.

- I didn't know how many you wanted. - A small piece.

Do you like fish?

As a matter of fact, I...

As a matter...

- Oh, no. - I'll get it.

Hello?

Yes?

Yes, he's just sat down to supper. He can't...

Who?

All right, I'll tell him. Hold on.

It's Scotland Yard, dear.

They've got some man at London airport.

I think he said "Paul the painter."

Why couldn't the silly twerp

get himself caught tomorrow?

Well, he's booked on the Paris plane,

and they want you to identify him.

- Say I'm coming. - All right, dear.

- Can't even get a glass of beer. - Goodnight, sir.

- He's coming. - Goodnight, dad.

- Bye, dear. - Goodbye, darling.

Your poor father.

He never gets any time to sit down.

Well, children, everything all right?

Hey, wait! I haven't got a car.

I have, sir.

You would have.

Come on.

Sally dear, promise me one thing.

Never marry a policeman.

Yes, mother.

Didn't you see the lights against you, sir?

Yes, but there was nothing coming.

Makes no difference, sir.

Well, this is Chief Inspector Gideon of the Flying Squad.

He has an urgent call to London airport.

You have committed an offense.

The constable is only doing his duty.

But, sir.

The law allows no distinction

between high ranking police officers

and other members of the public.

May I see your license please, sir?

I haven't got it.