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We got help.

'Come on. Move!'

Keep running.

Its all right now. Come on.

'Help me. Please help me.'

Daddy, daddy! Quick! Come
over here. Help me. It's Derek.

He's under here!

He's under here!
Quick, get him out.

- Al right!
- Oh, help me, please, daddy.

- Oh, Derek! Derek!
- There's someone under there.

- Get this stuff away.
- Take this.

Derek?

'Is he al right?
Get some more help!'

Be careful.

'Take it easy.'

'It's al right.'

- 'It's al right.'
- 'Don't worry, son.'

- 'We'll get you out.'
- 'Can you hear me? Please.'

'Derek. It's me.'

H. h.

'Come on!'

Oye, Derek.

Oye. Get off.

Come on.

Look.

It's fluorescent.

Hey.

Yes.

- What the bloody hell!
- Shit! The watchman.

Hey, you..

What are you doing?

I'll teach you,
you bloody vandal.

Oh, my God.

Easy, son. Easy.

'Educationally, Derek
has not been progressing'

'and as you know, his fits
have been getting worse.'

'Taking into account his low
intelligence and his epilepsy'

'we have decided
he should be allowed home.'

'Even though it's highly unusual
for a boy to be released'

'so early in his sentence.'

'It will be up to you'

'to make sure
he stays out of trouble.'

'He should never have been
put here in the first place.'

He was caught stealing tools.

We brought him up
to tell the truth

and he told us
he was just playing.

Do you know what the
magistrate asked him to do?

'He asked him
to spell fluorescent.'

Fluorescent.
I can't spell it, can you?

Derek has a low
intelligence quotient.

That's part of the problem.

It makes him easy prey
to bad elements here.

Derek knows how to
look after himself.

Just remember his
sentence isn't over.

He'll be back here
if there's any trouble.

The probation officer
will make certain of that.

More than likely.

- Hey, get the ball!
- Okay.

- Oh. Come on.
- Oh, come on.

Oh, look, it's the canary.
Yellow canary.

- Hello, Danny.
- Yellow canary! Yellow canary!

Had your hair done again, Iris?

Yes.

- You look beautiful.
- Thank you.

Come on, forget her.
Let's play football.

Yeah! Come on.

Hello, Max.

Go on.

Max.

Derek?

Max.

I've got those comics for you.

Thanks, sis.

Come on, Derek, you don't want
to be all on your own, do you?

Cor. You could smoke
kippers in here!

Don't start, Iris.

He's been going on at me again

about getting a job.

And paying my own way.

I bumped into Gordon Lewis.

I told him you'd been
home a year

and haven't set foot outside
the front door once.

He asked if you were dead.

That's what all your
old friends must think, Derek.

Gordon don't wanna
hang about with a bloke

what's been to approved school.

You're daft, Derek.

You know dad don't
like you doing that.

But it's not fair, is it?

The dogs and cats
get to smoke in the house.

Susie must be on
20 a day in this room.

- Come on, give us that fag.
- No, she wants another puff.

You're the one who'll get a puff

of dad when I tell him.

You wouldn't do that.

Sure I would.

Yes.
Look what I found.

- Dad, look what I found.
- That's nice, son.

You'll have an aerial sticking
out the top of your head

if you spend much more
time in here, son.

'Daylight raid on saloon bar.'

'Caution pepper bandits
in pay grab.'

'Fight to save
stiletto victim.'

'Those were the headlines
from last night's edition'

'of the Evening Post.'

'Commenting in parliament..'

'In America this week'

'it seems two eras
may have come to an end.'

'In the world of politics,
President Truman relieved'

'General Douglas MacArthur
of all commands.'

'And in boxing,
Sugar Ray Robinson'

'relieved Jake LaMotta
of the world..'

No.

I can't remember
the bloody thing.

Great song, though.
I wish I knew the words.

How about going and getting it?

If we don't tell mum and dad

there won't be a song
and dance about it.

Can't you just get it for me?

No. I can't.

For God's sake, Derek,
you've been in, a year.

I've never nagged you, have I?

Come on, Derek. Let's go.

You look around, I'm just
popping into Woolies.

- Al right?
- Let's go, Iris.

- Have you got your record?
- No, it don't matter.

'Come on, Derek.'

Hello, Iris.

Stella.

This is my brother, Derek.
What was it you wanted, Derek?

Have you got Wheel Of Fortune?

Kay Starr? Sure.

- How's that boy you're seeing?
- Who, Johnny?

I'm not going about
with him no more.

His car's off the road.

Fancy her, do you, Derek?

Yeah, she's al right.

Well, we're gonna have to think
about getting you a job.

You'll be able to
buy more records

when you've got money
in your pocket.

Yeah.

Your mum and I
are ever so pleased.

- I'll take the dogs for a walk.
- Why not?

Turn that off first though, son.

Judy. Judy,
Prince. Go on.

Hands up, buster!

Against the wall.

Get down!

You cheeky little bleeder!

What's the matter, Derek?
Can't you take a joke?

How'd you know my name?

I like to keep tabs
on all the local muscle.

Christopher Craig.

Well, you've been
keeping a low profile.

Lying low?

What's it like in the slammer?

It wasn't the slammer,
it was an approved school.

Are you soft or something?

Is that soft?

Tommy gun slugs.

See how it feels.

No, it's al right.

I've been up and down
your road a hundred times

trying to catch you.

I've got some jobs planned,
thought I'd cut you in.

Welcome to the underworld.

What underworld?

I followed you from the corner.

That's where I hang out.

You're a bloody idiot.

That's not very nice,
is it, Derek?

I think I'll kill myself.

- Oye! Leave it out.
- Just chill, man.

Here's your milkshake, man.

'Two teas.'

One minute.

Bah!

Hold it, buster.

- Not you again.
- What are you up to, then?

- I've gotta get some things.
- I'll give you a hand then.

Thank you, Mr. Watts.
Come on, Mary.

- Morning.
- Hello, young Derek.

Pound of sausages, please.

Is that all?

Lamb chops.

Four.

Someone off their food?

There's five of you
Bentleys, ain't there?

Yeah, five.
I meant five.

Which one is it?

It's that one.

There we are.

Wrong coupon, Derek.

Give me the book.

- Come on.
- Gotta get this stuff back.

Don't be so windy, Derek.
Come in and meet the gang.

Derek Bentley,
Vincent Montgomery.

- Hello.
- 'Terry Stringer.'

How do?

Let the man sit down.

- What happened to your eye?
- Oh, you know my old man.

Gave me a right talking
to the other night.

Still... he won't be doing
that for a while.

I was thinking
of flogging 'em later.

Oh, that'll make you rich.

Hey, I like these.
You got good taste.

Yeah, or he can't read...
like you.

Hey, shut your mouth,
college boy.

Yeah, you gonna make me,
wise guy?

I'll make you.

Hey!

'It's the velvet kid.'

'He's got a new car.'

I know. I helped him choose it.

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.

Is that Stella? The girl
from the record shop?

Well, it could be. Must be
Niven's new piece of stuff.

That's my brother.

Yeah, you're standing talking to
the brother of the velvet kid.

How'd he get her?

With the car of course, dimbo.
He's flash with the cash.

- Yeah, she's easy.
- Yeah, and she's easy.

You know what, I could
square it with Niv

if you wanted to have
a shot at her.

I don't suppose he'd mind
if you're a pal of mine.

Charlie! Charl..

Swapsies!

Shut up!

Best piece you can get,
perfectly balanced.

'Yeah, why'd you
wanna swap it then?'

'Cause I got three of them.
Let's see what you got.

'Bloody hell.'

Bit knackered, innit?

Yep, and so would you be
if you'd been shot at.

Bollocks!

Come on, what else
you throwing in, Chris?

Thought you'd appreciate
this lot.

Nice. Oye!
Hands off.

- Done?
- Yeah, done.

Al right. I thought you said
you had some ammo in this?

You've gotta be joking. Who'd
have the gear for one of them?

- You mean you never fired it?
- Yeah, with 38s.

You file 'em down, wedge 'em in
the chamber, they work al right.

I doubt it.

Run!

- Johnno's coming!
- Get back! Go on!

Open your desks.

Thank you, Mr. Capone.

A Wolsey.

It's a long time since
I've seen one of these.

What have I told you
about bringing guns in?

- Not to, sir.
- That's right.

Again I have to tell you.

'You never seem to learn.'

And what about bullets?

I didn't tell you to shut
your desks, did I?

If you'd have fired this gun

you would have
shot your head off.

I want every gun on my desk.

Now!

Move!

Thanks!

This place is massive.

You don't miss a trick,
do you, Derek?

It's a smashing car.

Oye, you smoke, don't you?

Help yourself.

Nah, that's al right.

I could do with a car like this.

Get in.

Niv's had some pretty close
scrapes in this.

Oh.

You'll never take me alive.

Watch what you're doing, Del!

You'll have the bogeys
down on us.

Maybe worse than that, pal.

What the fuck do you think
you're playing at?

Just visiting, Niv.

It's past your bedtime,
little brother.

We're not fucking playing games
down here, you know!

What shall we do with him?

Dip him in the river.

- The river it is.
- Niv!

- Fuck! Fuck!
- Who are you?

This is my mate, Derek.

- Niven. Big Cecil.
- Ce-cil.

Get out of the car.

Get out!

So you're Derek, are you?

Yeah.

Pleased to meet you.

Store's open, Derek.

Help yourself.

He said to wish you,
happy birthday.

Oh!

Ain't that nice?

Well, he got the brand right.

What's wrong?

They're stolen.

He's given me stolen cigarettes.

Well, you can't be sure, Will.

- Yeah?
- Is Derek in?

- He's in Croydon. Who are you?
- Chris Craig.

- A pal of his, are you, Chris?
- Yeah, you might say that.

I'll go up town,
see if I can find him.

- Were you with him last night?
- Anything wrong in that?

I don't know, it depends
what you got up to.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Don't take that tone with me.

You're off your rocker.

Derek's been ill all his life.
It's given us a lot of trouble.

We don't want any more.

Surely you don't think I'll get
him into trouble, Mrs. Bentley?

You keep out of Derek's
way. Understand?

Don't call here for him
again. Off you go.

There we go.

'Spend all that money
building whatever that is'

'a fucking flying saucer
or something.'

Just to show us
how great the future is.

And we've still got
bleeding rationing.

What right have they to spend
so much of the taxpayers' money.

Just to tell us
how great everything is?

Money ought to be
in people's pockets.

Where we can get at it.

Here's your pal.

What's doing then?

Hark the coruscated
oriole vivor.

Get off.
It cost a bomb.

Style don't come cheap, Derek.

In your case, it might
prove exorbitant.

It looks bloody stupid!

- What?
- What's the big idea?

You can't go to the flicks
dressed like that.

'Terry's right. Derek's
letting the side down.'

You got to have the image if
you're gonna go about with us.

I can start you off in
the right direction, Derek.

Come round here.

Oh! Oh, look at that.

Try it on, Derek.

There's nothing wrong with it.

It's just I tend to
change my get-up

almost as often as
I change my women.

It's clever, made out of
the stuff that don't crease.

You need a hat.

Borrow this one for a while.

- Oh, lovely.
- Cheers.

I'll get myself one,
give you this back.

We gotta blow.

See you, Derek.

Catch you later, brats.

There you go, Derek,
you're one of us.

Let's go.

They use real guns in these
American movies, you know.

What? Is this
a gangster film?

Well, it ain't a bleeding
musical whistle, is it?

Get off, Judy! Oye!

Go on.

Where'd you get the jacket?

- Have you been with Craig?
- Did he come round here?

Yeah.

Don't worry about him, dad.
He's just balmy, that's all.

Just a minute, son.

Where did you get your gear?

- I bought it.
- With what?

Me wages, I've been saving.

- How much was it, then?
- I forgot.

It must've been cheap if you
could buy me those cigarettes

out of your wage packet as well.
What you done with the bill?

Look, dad, what's the matter?

Is there something wrong with me

trying to look smart
or something?

Al right, son, you bought it.

But you better
not be lying to me.

I don't think much
of the hairstyle either.

'Leave him alone, dad.'

All the boys look like that now.

Don't you worry, Derek.

Why can't you leave him be?

He'll be al right.

'Yes, well, we've had
a few of these before'

'and they've all turned out
to be forgeries.'

People trying to dodge
their National Service.

That's from my doctor.

It's al right.

We've got the equipment
here to check

whether you're really
epileptic or not.

I've had the test before.

I don't wanna do it again.

'Put that cigarette
out, please.'

'Close your eyes now.'

He wouldn't have enjoyed
it in the army, Will.

Well, it's the one place
he could've got on al right.

No offence, Lilian,
but he needs to get away

from the apron strings.

- What you mean by that?
- It's plain enough.

What you talking about?

'What have I done wrong
with the boy?'

'I brought him up badly, have I?

You wanna get him sent to Korea
or Malaya so he can get

his head blown off. That'll
teach him to be a man?

Of course, it won't, Lil.
It's just this Grade Four.

Who are these people to shove
him on the rubbish heap?

'They've got him down
as subnormal.'

'Subnormal?'

- 'He's just no good at tests.'
- 'Derek.'

Derek!

Derek!

What you doing here?

The bogeys have been
all over my house.

- 'Why?'
- They knew we were back.

Niv's gang pulled a job
at Waltham Abbey.

- Now they're looking for 'em.
- Jesus.

Come on, sneak out.

- I know where they're hiding.
- Why, what we gonna do?

We're gonna go down there
and see if they need any help.

'Come on.'

'Get your filthy hands off me.'

You're sleeping, copper!

Come on.

That's my brother!

Come on!

Fuck!

See you, boys.

- Come on.
- Get him in handcuffs!

What's your problem?

- Get the fuck off me!
- Get him in! Get in!

You're gonna get it, bitch.
You fucking fingered me.

You al right, kiddo?

- What's up?
- Nothing.

Upset about Niven?

Do I look like I'm crying?

I had me National Service
medical yesterday.

Yeah?

They said I was subnormal.

You ain't subnormal, Del.

You ain't normal,
but you ain't subnormal.

- My dad's annoyed about it.
- Don't let him bother you.

I'm going catch it, al right.
We've been out all night.

What, does he wallop you?

No.

He wouldn't do that.

My dad ever walloped me,
he'd find out about trouble.

Come on, let's get going.

Come on.

For Christ's sakes, Derek!

What the hell you think
you're playing at?

So what, are you a salesman?

What do you sell, then?
Used bog brushes?

Smells like it.

Maybe you'd like a drop
to the police station?

'Just round the corner
will do me.'

'Which house is it?'

Just pull up.

Del? Del?

Del? Del! Del!

'Hey, what are you
doing, man?'

Watch my car!

Go get some help.
Go on.

Help! Help!
Quick, man!

A doctor! For God's sake,
get a doctor!

You've done
the right thing, you know

making up your mind to stay in
and keeping away from them boys.

I know they're not as bad
as dad says, but...

Dad scared me.

I don't ever want to
go back to approved school.

Thank you.

Oye, Derek.

Stop smoking and come and help.

Al right, sis.

Here, take this as well.

Come on, Muscle Man,
let's see what you're made of.

Very cozy, Derek.

- Go away, Craig.
- I'm not talking to you.

I'm talking
to your fuckin' brother.

Don't you talk to her like that.

Derek, let's go.

Is that what you've been doing?

Keeping away from me so you can
play happy bloody families?

Chris, mind your own business.
I'll see you when I want to.

My brother don't want to
go round with you no more.

- Well, Del?
- Look, fuck off!

You thick bastard!

You're a useless bastard
and a fucking traitor!

'I have watched you carefully
in the course of this trial'

'and can say
that I do not remember'

'in some 17 years on the bench'

trying various
crimes of violence

a young man of your age

who struck me as being...
so determined

as you have impressed me
as being.

'You are not only cold-blooded'

'but it is clear from this case'

'that you would shoot down
any police officer'

'who was attempting
to arrest you'

'or indeed any lawful citizen'

'who tried to prevent you
from committing some felony'

'which you had in hand.'

I have little doubt that you
held the gun in this robbery.

And the man standing
next to you in the dock

'was simply taking
your instructions.'

You are... a dangerous man.

'I sentence you
to 12 years' imprisonment.'

'Bye-bye for now.
See you in the new year.'

'Yes, goodbye from Ben.
God bless.'

'Bye.'

'Mr. Justice Hillberry,
at the Old Bailey yesterday'

'sentenced Niven Craig, 26,
and Cecil Burley, 27'

'to 12 years' imprisonment
for armed robbery.'

'Craig was also convicted
of possessing'

'an automatic pistol,
with intent to endanger life'

'at the time he was arrested'

'at Kensington Gardens Square,
Paddington.'

'The judge commented..'

Thank God we got you
away from that Craig.

They're obviously wrong 'uns,
the lot of 'em.

'His parents and younger brother
were present at the sentencing.'

What do you want?
Clear off.

I'm sorry about Niven.

Come on out.
Let's do something.

I don't wanna do
nothing with you.

You ain't no pal of mine.
Stick with your fucking family.

Come on, Chris,
it ain't been easy for me.

Fuck off!

There you are, Derek.
Give my regards to your mum.

Derek!

Wrong coupon again.

This one's for the fish shop.

Give me the one
for the butcher's.

Hello, boys.

Hello, Derek. What exciting
things have you been up to?

Me and Chris did
a job last week.

It got in the paper.

Well, I've got a job lined up.

I got the keys to the butcher's
in Tamworth Road.

Tell Chris, any time
he fancies it.

- Al right?
- Yeah.

Denis, I've told you
before, bedtime.

Al right, mum.

Headache any better?

- 'Derek in?'
- 'No, no. Derek's not in.'

'I thought you were told
not to come round here anymore.'

'You keep away from him.
Al right? That's a good boy.'

That was that Craig again!
I told him you were out.

Al right, Ma. Thanks.

He's the one who ought
to be in the army, Will.

All his silly talk.

He'll get a flea in his ear
if he comes again tonight.

Spoiling our Sunday evening.

'Well, once again let's say
welcome to "What's My Line?"'

'And start off in the usual way
by introducing the experts.'

'Top of the table,
we have David Nixon.'

I'll handle this.

- 'Isobel Barnett.'
- 'Good evening.'

- 'Barbara Kelly.'
- 'Hello.'

- 'Oh, Mr. Bentley.'
- Sorry, son. I don't know you.

No, sir. My name's
Vincent Montgomery.

I'm a friend of Derek's.

How do you do?

I was wondering if he would
like to come for a walk.

'Have a look at the bonfire
on the common.'

Vincent? I'm surprised
Derek's never mentioned you.

Oh, well, we haven't known
each other very long.

I see.

Well, he's had
a rotten headache today

so I'll have to see
how he's feeling.

But if he's not up to it,
you're welcome to call any time.

Oh, my friends
call me Monty, sir.

Monty?

- Come in.
- Thanks.

Young chap called Monty,
wondering if you fancy a walk.

Go on, son, get your coat.
It'll be good for your headache.

Oh, hello, Derek.

'And in all cases here, the
experts are able to guess'

'what the occupation is..'

- Okay, Chris.
- Thanks, Monty.

I hear you got
a job lined up for us.

Come on.
Let's get going.

There's a Tony Curtis
on at the Astoria at nine.

I'd like to make it.

Shut up, Terry. We're out
on a job with Derek's.

We're not gonna rush it,
right, Del?

Even if it is a Tony Curtis.

You be in charge, Chris.

Come on, guys.
Let's go.

They'll be necking in a minute.

I'll see you later.

Seems like a nice
quiet night for it.

Yeah!

Made it myself.
Like it?

Christ!

I made it for you. Keep it.
You might need it later.

- 'Shit!'
- 'Oh, great.'

What are we gonna do now then?

- Well?
- Fuck it!

I'm going up the Astoria.
You lot can do what you like.

- Suppose you're gonna go too?
- Yeah, I think I might.

- This is a botch job.
- Great. Some gang we are.

Off you fuck then.

What are we gonna do then?

Come on.

'...hallowed be thy name.'

'Thy kingdom come.'

Thy will be done on earth
as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses.

Mummy, mummy, come and look.

What is it, Victoria?

That man.

'Yes, I see.
What on earth's he doing?'

Harry?

Come and have a look at this.

- I better tell the police.
- Right.

What do you think, Del?
Reckon you can handle it?

Nah. Leave it.
This is a waste of time.

Don't be so windy.

Come on, Chris, let's blow.

Look, Del, are we
gonna do this or what?

Are you gonna piss off too?

You go first.

Come on, Del.
It's al right.

Come on.

Croydon police station.
Could I help you?

Don't look down, dimwit.

Shut it!

Car 5Z. 5Z, come in.

5Z, are you receiving me?

'5Z. 5Z receiving. Over.'

Proceed to Barlow & Parker's.

'Tamworth Road.
Two young men on the roof.'

'That's Barlow & Parker's,
Tamworth Road. Over.'

A new set of darts
won't do you any good, Milo.

You never know.

Bring a ladder next time,
Del, you know.

Don't fancy doing that again.

Don't worry about it.
You won't have to.

Come on, wise guy.
Let's do it.

It's gotta be down there.

Up there. On the roof.
There's two of 'em.

We can see 'em from our window.
It's right opposite, you see.

- I think, we'll go in the back.
- Right.

- What you got that for?
- You wanna get down again?

Shit!

Wait here.

We need the keys to this place.
Do you know where the owner is?

Yeah, he's down the road.
Second turning on the right.

- What's up?
- Bogeys!

They've come for us.

My dad's gonna kill me.

- Think they got guns?
- Don't be soft.

Christ!

If they catch me with this.

I'm a police officer.
Show yourselves.

If you want us, why don't you
fucking well come and get us?

Don't be so bloody stupid.

- What are you doing?
- Don't be stupid.

This place is surrounded,
you hear me?

- 'Don't try anything, al right?'
- He's got a gun.

Don't fucking move.

Come on, son. Game's up.

Get back, copper!

Give that thing to me.

Let him have it, Chris.

Move it!

Shit!

Shut up!

Have you got a fucking gun too?
Have you? What's this, hey?

What's this?
You're under arrest, of course.

Jesus!

Oh..

Hello, GW, this is car 2Z.
We need help.

There are men armed
and shooting at Barlow & Parker.

Tamworth Road.

You ain't getting
up here that way.

Break your neck
doing that, copper.

'Police. Stand back.
Stand well back.'

- Come on! Move it! Come on!
- Up there on the roof.

You're surrounded.
Give yourself up.

I'm Craig. You've just given
my brother 12 years.

- Milo.
- I've got the keys.

The kid's off his head.

Come on, you brave coppers.

- Where are you, Bill?
- We're on your right.

Kid's on the left.

Here, let me.

Milo?

'Milo?'

You bastard!

Come on then, you fuckers.
I'm only 16!

Give me a fucking gun!

You killed him.

Stay back.

You killed him.

Stay back or I'll blow
your fucking head off as well.

I mean it.

Gotcha! You bastard!

You bastard!

You fuck. Fuck.

'You fuck!'

Fuck.

'You fuck!'

A-a!

I wish I was fucking dead.

I'd have killed
the fucking all of you.

'As in Adam, all die.'

'Even so, in Christ
shall all be made alive.'

'But every man
in his own order.'

'Christ, the first fruits..'

Mrs. Miles.

Sir David Maxwell-Fyfe,
the Home Secretary.

My sincerest condolences,
Mrs. Miles.

Justice will be done.

My lord and members of the jury.

The charge against
these two youths

is that on the night
of November the 2nd last

they together murdered
a police officer.

Sidney George Miles.

'You may have read in the press
of how these two young men'

'were found on the roof
of a building in Croydon.'

'How what was described as a
Chicago-style gun battle ensued'

'as a result of which,
one police constable was killed'

'and another wounded.'

'A spectacular jump by
the boy, Craig from the rooftop'

'as a result of which he was
injured and had to appear'

'at the magistrates court
on a stretcher.'

'The case for the crown
is this and nothing less.'

'That Craig deliberately
murdered PC Miles'

'and thereafter
gloried in the murder'

'and only regretted
that he had not shot more.'

'Bentley incited Craig
to begin the shooting.'

'And although he was
technically under arrest'

'at the time
of the actual murder'

'was nevertheless
still mentally supporting Craig'

'in all that Craig
continued to do.'

'And in English law'

'and you may say
in common sense'

'was in every sense
party to that murder.'

'And this is where you stood?'

Yes, sir.

Craig behind the lift head
and Bentley just behind you?

Yes, sir.

And what happened next?

Bentley shouted,
Craig opened fire.

I was hit in the shoulder.

And what was it Bentley shouted
to cause Craig to fire?

'My Lord,
I really must object.'

My learned friend is clearly
leading the witness.

It was a valid question,
Mr. Cassels. Please continue.

Mr. Fairfax?

He shouted,
"Let him have it, Chris!"

And what do you think
he meant by that?

Shoot.

Start firing.

Be quiet! I will not
tolerate such noise!

'You were hit in the shoulder
and knocked down?'

'Yes, sir.'

'You recovered quickly
and grabbed Bentley again?'

'Yes, sir.'

Now, you were wounded
and therefore more vulnerable.

Despite this, did Bentley
make any attempt to attack you?

No, sir, I attacked him.

And when you took him
to the top of the steps

did he again do or say
anything violent towards you?

No, sir.

Sergeant Fairfax, at this stage

did you have hold of Bentley?

No, sir.

So, he was free to run and join
his friend if he had so wished

even though you had
just cautioned him?

Yes, I suppose so, sir.

No further questions, my lord.

'You may stand
down, Mr. Fairfax.'

Shoulda killed
that fucker as well.

I swear by Almighty, that the
evidence I give to this court

shall be the truth, the whole
truth and nothing but the truth.

I swear by Almighty, that the
evidence I give to this court

will be the truth, the whole
truth, nothing but the truth.

- What's your name?
- Christopher Craig.

- Speak up.
- Christopher Craig.

Now..

Between the age of 11

and your present age, 16

how many firearms have you had?

40 or 50.

'Quiet!'

I, used to swap 'em
with friends at school.

Why did you swap them?

Because I liked 'em.

Did having them make you feel
like a gangster's in the films?

Yes, sir.

And how often did you
carry one around with you?

- Every day.
- 40 or 50, do you mean?

Well, I didn't carry 'em all
at the same time, sir.

So, then was it unusual for you
to be carrying one that night?

Did Bentley know you had a gun?

Not that night, sir, not until
I got it out on the roof.

Are you a good shot?

No.

This is a case in which an
officer of justice was murdered.

Shot.

If you are trying to prepare
a case of manslaughter

Craig was a bad shot so killing
PC Miles was an accident.

I'll tell the jury that
that is no defense at all.

With respect, my Lord,
the argument is that Craig

was shooting to scare
the police, not to hit them.

That is still to claim
that it was an accident.

The gun didn't
go off accidentally.

He was firing at policemen.

Here is a selection of comments
alleged made by you

during the days
following your arrest.

"Yo Coppers! The other one's
dead with a hole in his head!

'"If I hadn't cut a bit off
the barrel of my gun'

'"I could've killed
a lot more.'

"That night, I was out to kill

"because I had
so much hate inside me

for what they did
to my brother."

I never said any of that.

'Various police officers
have testified that you did'

'when you were in hospital.'

It's not true.

On the way to the warehouse
Craig gave you a knuckle-duster.

'Yes, sir.'

Why?

I don't know, sir.

You do not know why he
gave you the knuckle-duster?

Then why did you take it?

It's something
I'd never had, sir

something it was given to me.

Now, Craig has admitted
owning over 40 pistols.

Are you telling me
you didn't know

that your friend
had any guns at all?

- No.
- 'What do you mean?'

I didn't know
he had that many, sir.

'But you knew
he had at least one?'

'The one he brought
to the rooftop?'

'No.'

Didn't you agree beforehand to
use this gun if trouble ensued?

That's why you
took the gun along.

Not me, sir. I never
thought he'd use it.

- So you did know he had a gun?
- No.

And he started using
that gun after you shouted.

- "Let him have it, Chris!"
- No.

So, the officers who heard
you say that are wrong?

After Craig started firing,
did you ever shout out.

"For God's sake don't fire!"
Or, "Shut up doing that?"

Can't remember, sir.

You incited Craig, didn't you?

I didn't say nothing. I didn't.

You did nothing
to stop him shooting.

No, sir.

You knew he was dangerous
well before you got on the roof.

- No.
- 'And you had agreed to help.'

That is why you had
the knuckle-duster, to hit.

'That is why you had
a dagger, to stab.'

'That is why Craig
carried a revolver.'

To shoot.

You two boys were heavily armed
because you were prepared

'to do anything to escape
if caught in the crime'

'you were committing.'

Anything.

'Let us turn to the fatal
words of incitement.'

"Let him have it, Chris!
Let him... have it, Chris."

You see, if we examine

and think about Bentley's
behavior on the rooftop

not struggling, standing
alongside the police sergeant

during the battle and at no time
attempting to escape.

Surely these actions
are more consistent

with the boy asking his friend
to have the gun back.

And I suggest,
gentlemen of and jury

that, "Let him have it, Chris!"

Meant, "Let him have
the gun, Chris!"

'And even if they were words
of encouragement to shoot'

again they were said
a full 20 minutes

before PC Miles
arrived on the rooftop.

And during that period

the defendant, Derek Bentley

was technically under arrest.

Bentley didn't have a gun.

'He never shot anyone.'

Neither did he show
any resistance

to show that he was still
part of this joint enterprise.

The two boys agreed
to break into a warehouse

not to shoot a policeman.

As I've already mentioned

my learned friend urged us to
use common sense in this case.

Well, I, too,
gentlemen of the jury

urge you to use common sense

in acquitting Derek Bentley.

Let us put out of our
minds in this case

any question of films or comics
or literature of that sort.

These things are always
prayed in aid nowadays

when young persons
are in the dock.

But it really has very
little to do with this case.

These youths are not children.

'One is 16 the other 19.'

'It would be idle to suggest'

'that they didn't know
what they were doing.'

'Members of the jury,
you have heard the testimony'

'of three policemen'

'that Bentley called out,
"Let him have it, Chris!"'

'And then the firing began.'

'And the very first shot'

'struck Sergeant Fairfax.'

'Against this, both
Bentley and Craig'

'deny these words,
were ever said.'

'All I'll say is
that these officers'

'showed the highest gallantry.'

'They were conspicuously brave.'

'Are you going to say that
they are conspicuous liars?'

'Because if their
evidence is untrue'

'that Bentley called out'

' "Let him have it, Chris!"'

'Then these three policemen'

'are doing their best to swear
away the life of that boy.'

'These youths were
armed to the teeth.'

'One carries a gun,
ammunition and a dagger.'

The other also
had a dagger and..

Where is that knuckle-duster?

This apparently was given
to Bentley by Craig.

Have you ever seen
a more horrible weapon?

If the blow with the steel
is not enough

you have this spike
at the side to stab.

This weapon will be
available to you

together with the other evidence

for you to examine
when you retire.

You will be faced
with a simple question.

Did these two youths go out
with a common purpose

simply to break
into a warehouse?

Or did that common purpose
extend to resisting apprehension

even by violence if necessary?

It is for you to decide
what the evidence supports.

Take this back.

'Members of the jury,
I will ask you to retire'

'and consider your verdict.'

Don't worry.

'Be upstanding for the Lord
Chief Justice, Lord Goddard.'

Will the foreman, please stand..

...and face the prisoners
at the bar?

Please answer my first
question yes or no.

Have you reached a verdict
on which you are all agreed?

Yes.

Do you find the prisoner
Christopher Craig

guilty or not guilty of murder?

Guilty.

'Do you find the prisoner
Derek William Bentley'

guilty or not guilty of murder?

Guilty.

With a recommendation for mercy.

You find both prisoners guilty

and that is the verdict
of you all?

'It is.'

Christopher Craig,
you stand convicted of murder.

'Have you anything to say'

'why sentence shouldn't be
passed according to the law?'

Derek William Bentley,
you stand convicted of murder.

'Have you anything to say'

'why sentence of death shouldn't
be passed according to the law?'

Christopher Craig, you are 16.

'And evidently
in the opinion the jury'

'the more guilty of the two.'

It is quite obvious that
the people in this country

will not be safe while
you are out of prison.

'I sentence you to be
detained in strict custody'

until Her Majesty's
pleasure be known.

'Take him down.'

Derek William Bentley.

You are 19 years of age.

It is my duty to pass
upon you the only sentence

the law can pass for
the crime of willful murder.

You will be taken from
this place to a lawful prison

'and thence to
a place of execution'

'where you will suffer
death by hanging.'

'And your body buried in
the precincts of the prison'

'in which you shall be last
confined before execution.'

And may the Lord
have mercy upon your soul.

- 'Amen.'
- 'Take him down.'

'And now will Detective
Sergeant Fairfax'

'Police constables McDonald
and Harrison stand up?'

'The conduct of the men
of Z Division'

'in arresting these two
desperate young criminals'

'is worthy of
the highest commendation.'

'And the thanks
of the community..'

Hello, mum. Hello, dad.
Hello, Iris.

Happy Christmas.

Happy Christmas, son.

We'll have our party
when you get out.

As soon as this stupid
mistake's been cleared up.

We've talked to Mr. Cassels
about why the appeal didn't work.

He says they want to
delay letting you off

in order to warn
people like Craig.

Lord Goddard told him that.

Don't forget, Derek.

The jury recommended mercy

and the judge, he's passed
that on to the Home Secretary.

They've never carried
out the sentence

'when the judge and jury
recommended mercy.'

We've got a petition going.

There's a lot of important
people behind you, Derek.

Did you see Mrs. Miles
like I asked?

We tried but she wasn't well.
She got your message, though.

She doesn't think
you should be here.

She's not the only one
who feels that way.

We're gonna beat this
thing, aren't we, dad?

No one will hurt you, son.
I won't let 'em.

It won't be long.

I don't mind waiting.

It's not so bad in here.

You should hear the jokes
the warder's been telling me.

I'm gonna have Denis
in stitches when I get back.

More mail,
Mrs. Bentley.

We've detailed a special van
for you. See? Excuse me.

More than 200 of my
colleagues in parliament

are calling for a debate.

When the Home Secretary
receives these petitions

he'll have to take notice
of what the public thinks.

- How many signatures you have?
- Over 100.000. This isn't all.

Also medical papers which show
he shouldn't have been in court.

One doctor says that Derek
has a mental age of 11.

- This didn't come out before?
- It's all been so quick.

The trial was a month
after what happened

and it's only lasted
a couple of days.

I mean, that's never right,
not when a life's at stake.

'"We want what is right and not
what is merely the law.'

'"It is a tribute
to the people of Britain'

"that unrest is growing
up and down the country

"about the fate
of this boy, Bentley.

"The feeling is that the British
judicial system is now on trial.

"And it will be guilty indeed

"if there is no reprieve
before the execution date

five days from now."

You see?

A lot of people behind you.

Your folks are doin' a good job.

- Mr. Bentley?
- Yeah?

Good morning, sir.
Soames, Daily Telegraph.

Well, what are your
plans now, sir?

How do you mean?

- You haven't heard the news?
- What news?

The Home Secretary's
decision, sir.

He hasn't been
in touch with us yet.

We're the ones who'd hear first.

- What is it, Will?
- The Daily Telegraph.

They can't know yet,
we haven't heard.

That would've been a messenger.

They posted it on the
Saturday. Posted it.

No.

No.

Oh, they can't!

They can't!

Where's dad?

He's had to go to the Houses
of Parliament to talk to MPs.

He's sorry he can't be here,
but he knows you'll understand.

Someone told me,
Vincent got five years

for a robbery him and Chris did.

Is that true?

Oh, yes. It was
all over the papers.

I'm not afraid to die.

Derek, don't talk that way.

I'm not afraid to die
because I didn't kill anyone.

'Everyone knows that.'

'That's why the MPs
are seeing dad right now.'

Does it hurt?

Dad will tell me,
won't he, if it hurts?

Well, Will?

They're holding the debate
for a reprieve tomorrow.

Tomorrow? But that's
the day before.

The Home Secretary's
leaving it to the last minute.

I'm writing to the Queen.
There's nothing more we can do.

We must not let
an innocent boy hang!

Down with the death penalty!
Please sign this petition.

Save an innocent child
from the hangman's noose!

We must not allow this
Derek Bentley boy to be hanged!

'Is that a new
eye shadow, Iris?'

You'll have to wash that
stuff off when I get home.

There's old Pop
grinding his teeth again.

Thanks for this, mum.

Will you stroke the dogs for me?

'Course, I will.

Well, son, we have to get going

'so we can be there
at the House of Commons'

when the members of parliament
come out of their session.

Bye, son.

Don't worry, Derek.

I'm not worried, sis.

Like dad said, they're just
trying to scare me.

Cheerio.

Cheerio, dad.

Cheerio, mum.

I'll see you tomorrow.

God bless.

I'll be back as soon as I hear.
There's still hope.

I don't know what to say.

They won't discuss the case

until the sentence
has been carried out.

Which is set
for 9 a.m. tomorrow.

I told you, mum, this letter
would be difficult to write.

I can't think
of anything to say..

...except that you have
all been wonderful.

The way you have worked for me.

Don't forget what
I told you yesterday.

Always keep your chin up.

And tell Pop not
to grind his teeth.

And, dad, keep
a strict eye on Denis.

- If he does anything wrong...
- Hey. Slow down.

If he does, wallop him

so he can't sit down
for three weeks.

I'm trying to give you good
advice because of my experience.

'I tell you what, mum.'

The truth of this story
has got to come out one day.

And on that day, lots of people
are gonna get into trouble.

I think you know who I mean.

What do you think, mum?

This letter may
sound a bit solemn.

I am trying to keep my chin up
as I want all the family to do.

Don't let anything happen
to the cats and the dogs

and look after them
as you always have.

That will be all for now.

I will sign this letter myself.

Lots of love.

What do you think?

That's a very nice
letter, Derek.

Mr. Bentley, this is all
today, I'm afraid.

Our Father which art in heaven

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come..

And forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive them
that trespass against us.

...the power and the glory,
forever and ever.

Amen.

For Thou art with me...

Stand up!

- Drink that quick!
- The prisoner, sir.

Hands behind your back.

You follow me, lad.
It'll be al right.

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