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The man must have died at once. Murdered.

He was killed with a harpoon. - Which proves that the murder...

was committed by the same person who recently robbed Saint James Bank.

One of our best men was killed. - It's very strange, wouldn't you say,

that Scotland Yard hasn't been able to find a trace of this fellow.

Thanks for the compliment. - Still no trace of him, I suppose?

No. All we know for sure is that it was the work of an individual

and not the work of an organized gang. - As a doctor I would say...

that it was the work of a lunatic. The idea of using a harpoon.

Certainly. - An incurable lunatic...

with a vicious mind. - Over at the Yard we call him The Shark.

The Shark? The horror of the seas?

Just the horror of the Thames.

Someone is a poet at the Yard.

By the way, Doc, how long had Donovan been dead when they found him?

Hard to really tell. Half an hour, probably.

Did you know this man, Wade? - Well,

one of the small-time whiskey smugglers. We let them do a little business...

here and there, without causing any trouble. They do us some good.

Oh, I see. And this fellow was working for you, was he?

Yes, I guess in a way he was. Can I help?

And that's why he died. - Well, we all must go sooner or later.

I however prefer to go in my own bed. Oh, good heavens,

I've an operation at 10 o'clock. - I don't envy you, Doc.

First aid station, working at Scotland Yard, practice of your own, operations...

all the time. When do you sleep? - I don't know myself!

Things that happen in the world and are amusing us...

happen especially at night.

And also what one calls "love" as the expert knows it

occurs especially at night.

From dusk till dawn...

this and that is going on...

and afterwards, when it's written in every paper...

even the police will notice it.

If a man seduces a woman and tries to hide it...

he will do it especially at night.

A man who creeps in the dark and sneaks around corners...

does it at night.

From dusk till dawn...

this and that is going on...

And if it's not written in any paper afterwards...

the police won't notice it, too.

Willy, see what's the matter over there!

What are you doing here, Anna? Are you going to get drunk?

Be sweet, don't blame me. I'm so alone.

Alright, one glass, and then you'll take off, understand?

But Lila! - Don't be so bashful as a barmaid!

Yeah, you know what the score is. - I'm not a barmaid!

Get off. Time to hit the sack.

Who's going to make me?

I'm standing here.

You shouldn't tease them like that. - But I told you, Aunt Nellie.

I was only trying to be friendly to them. - There's more than one way.

And you'd better learn it pretty fast. - Exactly my point.

Ah, Inspector Wade.

This is indeed an honour you've paid us.

You're too kind, Mrs Oaks. I've come for the atmosphere.

Really, you've been coming for 3 weeks. Without your business...

we would probably have gone bankrupt. - Naturally.

May I give you a piece of advice, young man? Don't come too often.

Why not? Nice music, a good glass of beer, and the overhead is the star attraction!

What more can ask? Actually I'd be more worried about Lila's character...

in a place like this. - I'm not operating a native home here.

Lila dear, come tell the inspector how much you like it here.

Well, I don't complain. - That's good to hear.

Have a drink, inspector? How about a glass...

of your very expensive smuggled whiskey? - Oh, but we have no smuggled whiskey.

I know you've given it away, glass by glass. The whole load...

Donovan brought here last night. - What do you mean: Donovan?

They took care of him.

Took care of him? In what way, Mrs Oaks? - Why don't you have your drink and leave?

I was a little curious since we hadn't announced his death.

I told Mrs Oaks about him.

Govino, import, export. I live in this house.

Oh? And how did you know Donovan was dead?

I meet a lot of people and I hear a lot. - Well, you must have heard...

Donovan's screams then. Out front. - No. No screams. It was very quiet.

Your drink, Inspector. - And you, my little sweetheart.

Did you hear anything last night? - No! It's much too noisy in here,

in the bar. - Oh, of course.

Thank you for your help.

Inspector, here's the whisky you asked for.

I don't like the brand.

Nice to see you again so soon, Inspector.

Go, take care of the guests. - Yes, Aunt Nellie.

We have to be careful, I tell you.

That stuff has to come here tonight.

Now, you tell The Shark.

What? You don't know him?

Well, that's quite a joke. Scotland Yard is looking for the man

who is our boss. We don't know who he is ourselves!

One... two...

One... two...

Come on now, let's go! One... two...

Frank. There's our champion!

One... two...

One... two...

Hello, Barnaby! - Hello, Inspector! I have great plans!

I'm going to join one of the crews in the Oxford Cambridge boat race.

Did you see my strokes? They get better every day.

And today's better than tomorrow. You might say I'm the lord of the Thames.

Good for you. I'd like to ask you a question:

Did you sleep in your boat house Wednesday night?

Yes, I'm sure. - Did you notice anything?

Anything unusual? Well, I had a terrible nightmare and I heard a horrifying scream.

Where did it come from? - I'd been watching a television program.

I fell asleep for a while, and I heard a scream. I woke up!

A scream from where? - From the T.V. set!

Do you know what that scream was? - No, do you?

A man was murdered last night. - Oh, what an idiot I am!

I agree with you. Mr Barnaby, you're not helping me with my promotion.

Good morning! - Good morning.

I'll try to improve, Inspector!

Good morning, princess.

How are things? Am I disturbing you? - What can I do for you?

First of all a glass of beer. Small. - How are you inspector?

I'm afraid we can't serve you. We stop before 9 o'clock.

That's what I like about you, Mrs Oaks. Always correct, always within the law.

Ok, until 9 o'clock! See you!

Good day.

Lock the door. - Yes.

What did he want here? - Nothing!

Nonsense! They always want something. He's been snooping around here too often.

He want to take away my license. - But I've met him.

Perhaps he just wanted a glass of beer. - Don't be stupid.

You're old enough to know better. You're supposed to be 18.

When I was your age I'd already been working for 3 years in a bar.

Go down to the cellar and check out the coal. Go, quick!

Go, go. Quick! - Yes. Yes, Aunt Nellie.

Hello, princess!

Nice place for a date, hey? Pleasing and comfortable.

What do you want? - I'd like to talk to you.

What about? - About that scream you heard on Wednesday.

I didn't hear anything. - Yes, that's what you told me yesterday.

Don't worry.

You're scared of your aunt, aren't you?

But what can I do? There's no one I can trust.

Why not trust me? I want to help you. - You're a policeman.

You're only being kind because you want information.

Now you listen to me: If I really wanted to question you, I wouldn't do it here.

I'd pull you down to headquarters so fast it would make your ears ring!

What kind of a person are you?

Someone who is trying to help you.

Well, about that night, while Aunt Nellie was singing, I went outside...

to get a breath of fresh air, and suddenly there was a terrible scream!

From where? - I think from the river.

It was very dark. And the moon came out. And just for a moment I saw...

What? - A fish, a black fish.

But I think it moved like a human being, black, and shining, and frightening.

The Shark. - Who?

Don't tell me you haven't heard of the murderer Scotland Yard is looking for?

No.

Ok. Listen.

You didn't hear anything or see anything at all. Do you understand?

Do you understand? - No, I don't understand!

First you frighten me into talking, and then you expect me to forget it!

Yes, because I'm worried about you! - You? But what for?

Lila...

If The Shark finds out that you saw him...

he'll kill you.

That box must be very expensive. - Too much for me. Let's go home.

Help!

Out of the way! Let's see.

And none of you are able to explain how the murderer can escape...

without being seen!

Only Inspector Wade of the River Police Detachment...

has been able to throw any light at all on this event. From now on...

Wade is in charge of this case. - Pardon me, sir.

Quiet please! - Sir John, there are ways of getting away

that we hadn't thought of. The Shark has been getting away from us,

because he's been using the sewer system as an escape route. While we were searching

through the houses in streets, he escaped out into the open river...

where a motor boat picked him up. - Huh, is this possible?

Nowadays any boat with a skin diver can do it. - If this is possible!

I hope to be able to prove it very soon. We found out that every time a murder...

was committed, a fast motorboat without lights has been heard going up the river.

If Donovan had lived another day... - But he didn't.

I know, Sir John. But there is a witness. He heard and saw the boat 45 minutes...

after Donovan's death. He's waiting outside.

Have him come in! That will be all. Gentlemen, I hope I got through to you.

Barnaby, please come in!

Barnaby, sir. Herbert Oliver Douglas Barnaby Junior.

Pleased to meet you, Mr Barnaby. Please sit down.

Mr Barnaby, where were you last night? - On the Thames, sir.

At 10:25 I was lying on my back...

Just to give you an idea...

Like this. I was drifting down the river, and I was thinking.

What have we here? - I gazed at the moon.

Pardon me, sir. I'm a romantic. How about you?

Oh, yes. You are. I see! - Yes of course. Please have a seat.

Thank you. - When did you see the motorboat?

Where was it? - I didn't see it.

No, I didn't see it. I felt it, as it ran right over me.

Where were you? I understand.

There are no running lights on your boat? - I'm so sorry, sir.

This is no 5.000 ton yacht, but just a little skiff that I like to use.

And I pointed out, the moon came out like a golden star.

And I love poetry. He must have seen me: the man!

He probably didn't want to see you.

I don't understand, sir.

Sir John means that he probably tried to get rid of you as a witness.

You mean: to kill me?

Who are you? - Curious, eh?

What do you want? - I want some money.

Don't worry. I want you to sell some hot ice for me.

Ice?

If I had the money I wouldn't come to you.

Now, are you interested?

You'd better get out of here. I don't know who you are,

but I run a clean place.

Should I be laughing? - Yes, sure, as you leave.

Bye-bye.

Shall we say: 50 percent for you? Or... maybe 25?

Willie!

Congratulations, Mrs Oaks. You've passed the test...

with flying colours. - Are you jesting?

On the contrary.

A certain person who we know in common wanted to make sure you could be trusted.

So he cooked up this little idea and sent me, since you don't know me.

Did you get the picture?

The Shark? - Yeah.

Is that the one you call Willie?

Govino, Sir.

I'm in import, export.

Something I can do for you, Mrs Oaks? - Thank you.

If I should have need of your help I'll call you.

Do so.

Come on outside, I've got something to show you.

Morning, Inspector! - Good morning!

How do you feel? - Better than you think!

Morning, princess. - Please don't call me princess.

And why do you come to see me every day?

And what makes you think I want to see you?

If you want to see my aunt, she's busy! Yes, she's busy.

Tell me: Why do you let yourself be ruled by your aunt? You're not a child anymore.

No. But I'm not of age, either. - Hey, very pretty! Your nightgown?

Don't change the subject! Even if I ran away... You're a policeman.

You'd have to bring me back again. - No, I would only try...

to help you. - I'm sorry, but I don't believe you.

Well, all I can say is: I hope the day will come when you will trust in me.

No, not in you, nor anyone for that matter.

What have we here? - It's a burn mark.

I've had it for a long time. - It looks pretty serious.

When did it happen? - I don't know. Since I was a child.

Be careful, Willie is there.

Well then, you are Mrs Oaks' niece, aren't you? Tell your aunt...

I'd like to speak to her. - Yes, Inspector.

Get back to the bar, Lila. Your aunt is waiting for you.

Yes. Goodbye, Inspector!

Oh, Willie... You said Mrs Oaks was busy.

Will you do me a favour? Some information concerning your new lodger.

He's a very fine man, Mr Govino, very generous.

He never tips less than a shilling. And for a special service he's promised

to give me a pound. - A service?

He said: "Keep your mouth shut", if you were to ask any questions about him.

Funny, right?

Oh, my darling, it's you. We have wonderful news for you!

Guess who is in London?

Mr Brown'? - Mr Brown. Aren't you glad?

Yes, very.

Just think: he's going to take you out tonight: to the lighthouse.

This is Mr Lane.

Nice.

Don't burn yourself.

Yes, yes. I understand. At the Lancaster.

Of course, I know the Lancaster, in Wellington Street.

Yes, I know. Good. Now, keep your eyes open. Be careful. Understand?

Hello, Dr. Collins. Who's speaking? - Say "ah".

Ah...

Well, that won't kill you. - Inspector Wade wishes to speak to you.

Hello, Wade. What's up? Have you fished another body out of the river?

If I have... - A tailcoat!

You know what I mean, with the two tails in the back.

Well, if you haven't worn it for twenty years it should fit me!

You know the nicest day of the year is the day you come to London.

I'm glad to hear it, very glad. Perhaps I'll stay over longer this time.

That would be wonderful, Mr Brown. - Well, after all...

it's my duty to look after you. I promised your mother and that's...

what I'm going to do. - Thank you.

Was it your aunt who bought you that lovely dress?

Yes, but tomorrow she takes it back.

No, she won't. Don't you worry.

Excuse me, are you Mr Brown'? - Yes, what is it?

A telephone call for you, sir. - Ah, they can find you at any place.

Excuse me, Lila.

Would you care for some coffee, Miss? - Yes please.

What are you doing here, Inspector? And in that crazy outfit?

Crazy? Well, I think it's very becoming.

Lila, who is that man? - A friend of my mother's, very nice.

I doubt that. - Anyhow he's nice to me.

He pays Mrs Oaks my room and board and he takes me out each time...

he comes to London. - What for?

Of course you can't understand how someone might enjoy taking me out sometimes.

If he were such a nice man, he wouldn't have brought you here in the first place.

Shall I tell you something? This nice person is employed by your aunt!

And he's old enough to be your father.

That call wasn't for me. - I'm sorry, sir.

But there really are so many Browns. - You said it.

Can't you watch it! - I'm terribly sorry.

It's my fault, all my fault.

Alright, forget about it. - Yes, sir. Please forgive me.

I'm very sorry, sir. - Well, never mind.

That's the dumbest one I've seen in a long time.

What is it? - What?

My bracelet!

My bracelet has been taken.

Here you are. Thanks, Doc. - You're welcome.

The evening was a great success. - Good for you.

Oh, let me see. Very nice. Platinum.

You like it? - I do. It must be worth...

You won't guess? - Well, I'd say...

Exactly nothing. Because I stole it. - Now listen?

From a certain Mr Brown. - Mr Brown'?

The initials engraved here are G.E. - That's so.

And I'm very curious to know what they stand for, Doc.

And also this thing here. It looks like a temple or something.

We must find out who it was who stole the bracelet.

Otherwise we're all in trouble:

you... me... all of us.

Leave me out of it. I've nothing to do with it.

It's your affair. All I can do is tell Lila to keep quiet.

Got it?

Lila! Come up here! - Yes. Yes, Aunt Nellie.

There is an old French proverb: "if you love life, keep your mouth shut."

Let me go! You're hurting me! Aunt Nellie!

It's no use. Your aunt is deaf.

Who was the waiter who called Mr Brown to the telephone?

Well? - I don't know.

You've never seen him before? Stop lying!

You know him. - She's not lying!

She's much too scared.

Who is it who owns a platinum bracelet around here?

Mr Brown! - Then you have seen it?

Of course. He always wears it.

Now listen, my little one, you haven't seen it.

Mr Brown never possessed such a bracelet.

You understand? And when the police questions...

what are you going to say to them?

Hello? Is that the Lancaster?

Yes. ls there anything to report about the bracelet?

No? But I hope you will! I'd like to get the reward for finding it.

Yes, please. Let me know immediately anything that you find out.

My telephone number is Greenwich 2507.

Yes. Thank you.

Hands up! And don't move.

Hands up, I said!

Walk over to the wall!

Move!

Look here! What's all the noise about?

One, two...

One, two...

One, two...

One, two...

One, two...

Good work, Herbert Oliver Douglas Barnaby! One, two...

Mrs Oaks. I've asked you to come... - Asked? This is an order.

Or do you consider it a love letter? - Hardly. Who is Mr Brown'?

A gentleman with the manners you seem to lack.

And what is this gentleman's real name? - Oh? Then Brown is not his name?

Have you ever seen this before?

No.

Have you ever noticed this man, Mr Brown, wearing a bracelet?

No. But then I haven't watched him that closely.

In spite of the fact that you don't know him you'll allow Lila to go outwith him.

Why not? Brown has known Lila for years, ever since she was a baby.

One night he turned up at the Mekka and told me he knew Anna Smith very well.

Anna Smith? Who's that?

Yes, he told me that she was Lila's mother.

I have no reason not to believe him, particularly when he knew...

that her mother had brought the child to me on Christmas Eve, 1945.

Frank! - Inspector?

Get me all the information you can on Anna Smith, the mother of Lila Smith,

her birth certificate, everything you can. - Ok, Inspector.

I warn you, Mrs Oaks,

prostituting a minor is a serious crime. - Don't you speak to me like that.

I've treated that girl like my own child. - There must be a very special reason...

for a man like Mr Brown to be interested in a girl like Lila.

She's still a minor.

And let me tell you this, if you involve that child in your dirty affairs,

I'll put you behind bars for life! - No. You swine!

Mr Brown is a gentleman. He doesn't flirt with girls in a coal cellar like you did.

He wants to marry her, and Lila has said she is willing!

And so I'm warning you! Keep away from Lila!

Because as you pointed out, she's not only a minor,

but has a mind of her own.

Inspector, we've arrested The Shark! - You have? Bring him in!

Come on. Move it! - You're going to be sorry for this!

There's a big reward for you, shorty! - Well, you'll never collect a cent on it!

Go on now! - What sign were you born under: Taurus, the bull'?

No, Virgo. - It's almost the same.

Here he is, sir.

Congratulations, Inspector, this is a great day.

It should mean a promotion for you. - Thank you very much, Mrs Oaks.

Bye-bye, Inspector.

Hold the door!

So, this is The Shark? - Yes, sir!

You are a pair of blundering idiots! - That's exactly what I said to them!

Go and get some blankets for Mr Barnaby. - So we don't get a reward?

What do you think, idiot? Get out! - Yes, sir!

Very sorry, Mr Barnaby. - Well, I hope you really mean it!

Come on, tell me about it. - Well, first this monster...

rises out of the Thames and knocks me out of my boat...

And leaves me floating helplessly on the roaring sea!

The Thames, you mean. - It's water.

Don't you know who that monster was? - No, you?

The Shark! It's quite a coincidence that he's run into you...

for the second time. - I won't be there a third time.

What did he look like? - Black!

Would you recognize him again? - Yes, from the back.

I mean from the front! His face! - He didn't show me. I was glad of it.

Oh, Barnaby! You're the only one who's ever been close to The Shark,

and you didn't see him!

Since when have you been interested in Greek temples?

In what? Wait, can you tell me what it is? - Naturally! I'm studying at Oxford,

classical languages and history. This here...

Bless you! - Thank you.

This is the old seal of Troy. - I see...

The seal of Troy. I saw that somewhere today!

Don't get too close! They don't have to know we're watching them!

Pass them once more, and then go back!

Inspector, what happened? - Nothing. Just go on! Pretend he got me.

It's pretty dangerous to come to the Mekka so soon.

Not at all, dear Nellie. Inspector Wade is now out of the way.

He had a little accident, the poor fellow, and died on active duty.

This is indeed very good news.

And your smile is the best thing. Yes, Nellie, when you smile...

you're as young and beautiful as... - As I was in May?

But a few months have gone by meanwhile! What about Lila?

What kind of a question is that? You know it depends on me

and you also know I can handle it. - You're becoming conceited, my dear.

You'd better watch out.

Lila? Lila! - Coming!

She isn't a child. She has a will of her own.

Don't forget it. - Nonsense.

Just watch her reaction when I mention the word marriage to her.

Something else. What if The Shark finds out...

we're in this business too? I don't want to think...

he'll get rid of us for good. - Don't worry. Mr Unknown needs us...

very much! Otherwise he can't get his stuff out of London.

I hope you're right. Half for me,

a very nice amount. - One moment now.

Where did you hear that? No sum was given.

It was! - Yes, Aunt Nellie.

Mr Brown!

I didn't see you come up! - My dear Lila,

I'm here to talk about you and your future.

Mr Brown is leaving on a very long journey to South America.

He wants to marry you when he returns.

Is this true?

Yes?

Oh, excuse me. - What now?

I have important news for you, Mrs Oaks. Only for you.

Let's hear it. This gentleman is a friend.

Inspector Wade is... dead.

Dead?

On my word, he was shot.

Very good. Thank you.

Control yourself. Mr Wade was in the police.

And as a policeman you have to be ready to die.

Please take me away!

Take me away from here.

Hello Captain! There's another one! He's coming on board!

He's climbing aft. He's crossing the aft deck.

I can't recognize him.

Hold that door!

For the last time: What are you doing here?

A job, Captain, I'm looking for a job. I don't have any papers.

I'm a spice merchant. - Why did you choose my ship?

Because she's due to leave tomorrow, and nobody knows where she is going.

Do you mean this is a ghost ship?

No, no, Captain. You're not going to shoot me?

And why not? You're a trespasser! - No, no! Captain!

Hands up!

And don't move!

You can turn around now, Mr Brown, and thanks very much for the gun.

I had forgotten to bring mine with me. - You're the waiter.

From the Lancaster. Exactly, Mr Brown. And I have another job:

I'm inspector from Scotland Yard. And I'm still very much alive. Go on!

Blasted!

And you are Mr Govino, if my memory is correct.

Right, Inspector. Spices, import, export. - What are you doing here?

Captain, the ship is crawling with police. What shall I do?

Alright, a lot of attention for a harmless freighter inspector.

That's right. Oh, Captain,

do you mind if I put my shoes on again?

It's your turn to get cold feet. - I'm innocent!

Captain, police! - I know, you idiots! Get out!

"The Seal of Troy" is yours to command, Inspector.

Thank you.

Where is that gangster? - Who do you mean?

You know very well who I mean, Captain. Mr Govino!

Mrs Oaks.

This is an order for you.

Watch out for your French boarder.

The Shark is very interested in Mr Govino.

Thank you, sweetie.

Lila, sit down here, will you? - I can't, I'm much too busy.

I'll get you a drink. Wait a minute. - You're a good girl. A good girl.

Excuse me, Miss, but do you mind if I have a little rest?

I still have to use my legs. - To run away?

No, not to run away, but for rowing.

My shell is waiting outside.

Come on!

What's the matter, Mr Barnaby? - I was twisting.

Was it fun? - No.

Then why did you do it? - Because of you and a friend.

Sit down, act natural. There's somebody watching us.

Why? What are you afraid of? - Smile! Just keep smiling!

He's alive.

Who? - Isn't this fun, a great laugh?

Inspector Wade.

He's alive? - Laugh! I didn't smile.

Laugh, laugh! Like me.

I'm laughing.

Am I disturbing you?

You're trying to test me, I understand.

I've just done what I was ordered to do.

Where I come from the king gives a spy...

this simple little necklace.

Are you scared Mrs Oaks? We say:

"The coward dies many times before he kisses death."

And we say: "One shouldn't try to sell a bearskin rug...

before one has shot the bear."

That was a pretty good job.

How did you get the idea that the man...

you saw at the hotel and the captain of "The Seal of Troy"

were one and the same person? - Oh, just a stroke of fortune.

But then my visit to the ship was quite successful in another way.

Look at that. - Chelsea, December 4th 1945.

The court of the public health commission. Dr. Frederick Collins. That's me!

Right. - '45... let me think.

'45... Of course! That was my first official case.

Do you remember the case, Doc? - Pattison?

Pattison, Pattison...

Yes, of course! Lord Pattison and his wife! They were burnt to death...

in the fire along with the janitor.

Peter Smith. Anna Smith's husband. - I remember.

Wasn't there a little girl?

2 little girls. One was the daughter of Lord Pattison, who's burn you treated,

as the report says. And the other was the janitor's daughter...

who wasn't hurt. - Why are you so interested in this case?

On the 24th of December, Anna Smith put her daughter into Mrs Oaks care.

But I haven't found out what happened to the Pattison girl.

Well... - I have...

Try to understand, Doc, but I think that in some way...

the two girls were switched after the fire.

That's hard to believe. - Oh, it's a strange story.

This girl from the Mekka, Lila Smith, who you've heard of from the reports,

do you know that she has a scar made by a burn on her forehead?

Doesn't Delila Pattison have any scars? - That's what I don't know,

but I think it might be possible... - Wade!

This is a pretty far out theory. But even if it is,

what can I do? - Do you know of any other documents?

No, not at all.

But couldn't you get something from the family lawyers?

That's a brilliant idea! There are only 5... or 6.000 lawyers in London.

Oh! - How do you do, Mr Barnaby?

Sir, it's pretty definite I'll be in the Oxford-Cambridge boat race.

Congratulations! - That's why I came to my lawyer...

to take out some life insurance. One can never tell.

Barnaby, don't be annoyed... - Yes.

Sometimes I get the feeling there's something wrong with you.

Appearances can be deceiving. Good morning, my friend.

Good morning, Mr Barnaby.

Good morning.

Good morning, sir. Can I help you? - I wish to see Mr Latter.

He's dead. - Is Mr Knight still here or Mr Zeeland?

They both retired several years ago.

Godfrey, I'm going to see Lady Winters. - Very well, sir.

I'm inspector Wade from Scotland Yard, and I'm wondering if you can help me.

You are the first policeman to honour us with a visit.

I'm sorry, however, but with respect to our clients we do not give out...

any information whatsoever. I'm sure you will understand that.

Good morning. - Pardon me, sir, but this concerns...

a family of Pattison... - We've had the honour...

of serving the Pattisons for some 150 years. Today, however,

we only administer the Chelsea Estate and the fortune of the family.

The last member of the family emigrated to South America many years ago.

Miss Delila Pattison? - Is alive, yes. May I leave now?

One last question, sir. Is it a large fortune? Can you tell me?

Considerable! I think I can safely tell you that the fortune of the Pattisons...

makes them one of the wealthiest families in the United Kingdom. And now...

Good morning!

Mrs Fuller? - Yes?

Are you the widow Anna Smith? - Yes!

Are you from the police? - I'm inspector Wade.

May I speak to you? - Come in.

L---

I've been waiting for you a long time. A long time.

Anna! Who's out there?

Well, well. Willie.

And what are you doing here? - Care for you don't die of talk.

How are things at the Mekka? - I'm not complaining.

Please sir, I have to confess. - Anna, take off! Don't pay any attention.

She's kind of loose in the head. Shut up! Get out!

Something else, Inspector? - Yes,

I'd like to look around here. - Oh no.

Not without a search warrant. No, sir.

Out!

Good morning, Willie.

First rate stuff.

This one as well.

Yes? Willie,

What happened to you? Out there at your place? Wade?

How do you mean that? - Anna has started to bring us...

in trouble again. - Why that?

It's alright. If I hadn't been here she would have...

told him something. - You'd better be more careful.

I'm warning you, Willie!

If Anna talks... then we're in real trouble.

Willie?

YOU?

What do you want from me? What!

You have everything! Everything! All!

My child! I want my child back!

Do you hear? I'm going to the police!

I'll tell them everything! Everything! Do you hear? I'll tell them everything!

I have to speak to your aunt. - Ah, good morning, Inspector.

Upstairs. - Ah! The inevitable Mr Wade.

Lila is busy. - Where's Mr Govino?

I imagine in his room. I don't watch my guests that closely.

But if you wish to see if he is there, I'll lead you.

No! What's the number? - 15!

Thank you. Since you like it legal:

an arrest warrant. - Oh, Mr Govino is under arrest?

Yes. - Oh...

By the way, Mrs Oaks. When was it you saw Anna Fuller last'?

I mean alive.

What are you staring at me for? Get back to work!

Thank you, Mrs Oaks!

I'll ask you once again: When are you going to arrest The Shark?

We'll get him tonight! I've received some information from Number 17.

Tonight The Shark will attempt to crack the safe of the "Latter, Knight...

and Zeeland office", at 66 Sutton St. He's extremely anxious to get a hold

of any or all documents concerning Delila Pattison.

As soon as he leaves, we'll arrest him!

This is one thing I can't stand! Our success depends on the word...

of a criminal, wanted by Scotland Yard! You must be joking!

No, sir! This is our only chance to get our hands on the documents...

which the lawyers refuse to give us! - Well then, let me handle it, will you!

I'll give these gentlemen a lesson! And a good one!

I think I can persuade these legal minds...

to give us what we're after. - Well, sir. I don't know how.

The day turned out alright after all. Why we were afraid of...

the lying miserable rat is a mystery to me. What a slob.

Oh! Willie! - Well, I do my best.

Champagne, lady's and gentlemen. - Wait a moment!

Let us have a toast. Here's to The Shark!

And to the hope that he'll never bothers us again. Cheers!

Cheers!

Ready, Wade? - Yes, sir, all men are posted,

and we've circled the whole area, in particular Sutton Street.

Very good. Sounds very good. What about underground?

Everything's been well taken care of It's very easy. May I explain?

Those 4 sewers run into the main one. - Very practical.

Should The Shark escape through the spy hole that runs through here,

which I think is possible, then we can still get him...

because Number 17 is posted there by the main sewer entrance to the Thames.

Hello 17! Hello 17! Report!

17 here! What's up, Wade? - Better stay on the alert.

Things should start to happen anytime now.

Ok. I'll be right there.

Number 12 reports suspicious sounds coming from the lawyers' office.

Says it could be sounds of a blow torch. - Has The Shark got through all those men?

Perhaps he got in before the building closed! - Why don't you intervene?

Attention, Number 17! We're ready to go! The Shark is in the building.

So watch out! - I'm right here, Wade!

Hands up!

It's over... Mr Shark.

They've caught him, sir. - Come on. Hurry it up!

Hurry it up!

Sir? The Shark! - Wonderful. Great work.

What were you doing up there? Silent as a fish, eh?

But don't you worry. We'll make you talk.

We will, sir.

The Shark!

Hello, 17! Hello, 17, come in!

Hello 17! Come in!

17 here! Hello, Wade. The Shark just passed me going up river!

I couldn't catch him. - Blasted!

He's escaped again. Oh, what a smell!

Hello 17! There's one last chance. The Shark may try...

to reach the Seal of Troy. Get over there, and keep an eye on that ship!

GK!

Who is it?

Me.

You've got to help me! - How can I?

Hide me. The police went and found Govino under the keel of my ship.

The Shark killed him. And then they seized the ship.

How did you get here? - I was able to get away in the confusion.

That's sure then? - What do you mean?

Where's Lane? - How shall I know?

Who was it that called you yesterday and asked for him?

Nellie. You don't think that I am...

I'm The Shark? You can't think that!

Well, all I know is: I'm not The Shark.

I'm very sorry, Sir. - So am I.

Mr Govino was my best man.

Take good care of him, boys. - Yes, sir.

Very interesting what you've found here. - Yes, sir. This is part of the collection

from Fioventry. - A king's ransom. Could be worth...

a hundred thousand pounds, maybe. - At least we've solved the question

of how The Shark was able to bring his stuff into the country.

Here, in the cylinder. It was attached to the hull of the ship.

Very good idea, eh? - Yes, it was.

Too bad we don't have more of them. - Another important thing that was...

in the cylinder was the confession of Anna Smith, in which she declares...

that she exchanged her child with the Pattison's daughter.

Chelsea, December, 1945. Witnesses: Nellie Oaks, George Eiknes... in other words:

the man who we know was bribed. - Which proves that my hunch was right,

and Lila Smith is really Delila Pattison, although I hate...

to bring up the name again. - Alright, "Quod erat demonstrandum"!

It means: what had to be proved. Showing up my lacking.

Aha! - We're wasting too much precious time.

I want you to get over to the Mekka as fast as you can and arrest Nellie Oaks,

and the captain, if he's still there. There's still a lot of work to be done!

And you, men: Don't just hang around. Take an example...

from the young man who just left.

It's so beautiful.

The whiskey is gone. Go and get a few bottles without labels.

I'll wait for you here.

Willie, shut the trap door! Do you want me to break my neck?

What do you want? - You're going to pay.

I haven't done anything. On the contrary,

for years I've done everything that you've ever asked me to do.

I've even lost my ship! What's the matter?

Why don't you say something?

Who are you anyway?

Just, who are you?

I want to know who you are. I want to know who you are!

Get over to the wall.

Move!

Nobody leaves the bar!

Turn around!

Let's go!

Mrs Oaks, you're under arrest! - What, may I ask, is the charge?

The magistrate will tell you. Search all the rooms!

He must be here somewhere. - Help me!

Josh!

Get these people out. - Out! All of you, outside!

Move along there! - Come on, everybody.

Where's Willie? - Find him yourself.

And Lila?

Lila!

That's very funny. - What's funny? Did you hear her scream?

Hurry! There must be a secret exit!

Frank! - Yes, sir!

Give me a hand! - Yes, sir.

Help!

Halt, and don't move!

Frank! Take Miss Pattison upstairs!

Put that down!

Inspector! Inspector! - What?

Here, a suitcase.

Open it!

Bring it with you!

Richard, where's Miss Pattison? You're alright, Lila?

But... you called me Pattison! - I'll explain it to you later.

Oh, your arm! We'll get you out of here and to a doctor!

Go get a hot drink for Miss Pattison!

Doctor Collin's office. Who? Inspector Wade!

No, sir, the doctor isn't here just now.

Ah, there you are, Doc.

I found the real Miss Pattison, and I almost got The Shark!

It's too bad he got away at the last minute. But now I know who he is,

although I must confess, it did come as quite a surprise.

Yes. You know, Doc, you haven't spoken for quite a while.

In the beginning I even suspected...

that poor fellow Barnaby.

Is that sweat? No?

But Barnaby was innocent, just a harmless nut who got in our way.

But by the simplest piece of luck I was able to solve the case.

The Shark in his hurry to get away left behind his suitcase.

Your suitcase, Doctor.

Remove your coat, Doc.

You're under arrest, Doctor Collins. - Excellent!

Good work, Wade.

I couldn't have done it better myself.

You're a darn good policeman, Wade. A good one. A credit to the Yard.

A shame what greed will do. - Not only greed, Sir John.

He gave us the diagnosis himself:

an insane person with the desire to dominate.

Take him away.

What's the matter?

He's escaped once more, Sir John. This time forever.

Too late!

What's all the noise about?

It's the Oxford-Cambridge race, sir. - Oxford-Cambridge...

I'd almost forgotten! Come on, Wade, we certainly mustn't miss that.

Yay, go on!

Go on!

Can you see Mr Barnaby anywhere? - No, can you?

There's Mr Barnaby!

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