All language subtitles for The Way Out 1955

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What could have happened?

Why hasn't he come home?

He said he'd be back here

at six. It's nearly midnight.

Is he working late?

No, I called the office. They said he

left at five thirty.

Maybe he had a business appointment.

He would have phoned. He always phoned

when he has to take people out.

It's all right, I tell you.

Nothing's happened to him.

Then why isn't he here? Why, John?

Is he drinking again, sir?

Come on, John. That's not fair. Just

because you never liked

him is no reason to...

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Frank, where have you been?

I killed him.

I killed him? What are you talking about?

I killed him. He's dead.

Put some coffee on.

We better serve him up.

He's not drunk. He's ill.

Come on, let's get out of this wet place.

What am I gonna do? You gotta help me,

Terry. You gotta help me get away.

What happened, Frank?

Please, tell me what happened.

What about him?

Suppose he goes to police.

Don't worry about John. He won't say

anything to anybody.

Surely you know him better than that.

But you don't seem to

understand. I killed him.

And the police will be around.

Don't worry about the police.

Greg, where have you been?

I never meant to kill

him, Terry. All of a sudden.

Where did you go, Greg?

You've got to tell him.

What does it matter where I went?

I killed him and

that's the important thing.

The police find me. Where did you go?

Zanzapar.

Oh, Greg. You promised me.

I know, I know. I just

wanted a drink, that's all.

Was there anybody there that knew you?

No. I just joined the CB.

Well, then they won't

be able to trace you.

If he's just joined,

they'll have his address.

No. I gave a false one.

I didn't want you to

know about it, Terry.

All right, Greg. Now tell

me exactly what happened.

What?

I was sitting at the bar having a quiet

drink all by myself.

There was a drunk standing there.

You know, one of those

quarrelsome type guys.

He was swaying about.

All right. What were

they quarreling about?

I don't know. I was down

the other end of the bar.

Who started it?

I wasn't looking this way.

They coming together?

I didn't even see them come in.

You're not very observant, are you?

I'm not paid to be observant.

I'm a barber, not a ruddy cuppa.

Well, watch your lips, sonny-bile.

I can't help it if I didn't see anything.

You'll help me by pulling

in for willful obstruction.

I'd like to help you,

sir. Honest, I would.

Ask me something I

know and I'll tell you.

All right. Where's

his main coward in live?

You've got his addresses in the members.

That's a false one. There's no such

street. Where's he really live?

I don't know, sir. Honest, I don't.

You realize you can lose your

license for this, don't you?

Can you do some records

about the prints on the sergeant?

They say they're sorry,

but they can't help us.

No record at all on the file.

First offender, eh? Just my luck.

Can you get me in?

I fell across the

counter. He kept on hitting me.

There was a siphon standing there.

I grabbed it to fight him off with.

Everything happened so quickly.

There was a lot of shouting.

Suddenly, this man was lying on my feet.

There was a lot everywhere.

Do you remember knocking him down?

I'm not sure.

Well, then maybe he isn't dead.

He was dead all right.

So, eh?

Yeah?

There's a good set of the bottle prints

on this phone, is there?

Eh, perhaps we'll get somewhere.

Who do you phone?

I'm not paid to listen to...

I know you're not paid to

listen to phone conversations.

Who do you phone?

I don't know, sir.

Well, somebody around here better start

remembering something soon.

Otherwise, there's gonna be trouble.

You operate the switchboard, don't you?

Yes.

You keep a record of the calls?

Well, I...

That's a question.

Well, I write it down in a book, sir.

Look, I want that

number the coward in call.

No, sir.

Yes, sir.

I've been able to

listen to this real address.

But, Greg, you may be innocent.

You're not sure what

happened, so why are you running away?

Don't answer it.

But, Greg...

Don't answer it!

Greg, let us handle it.

We'll send them away.

John, please.

Oh, uh, Mr. Gregory Carradine.

No, I'm his brother-in-law.

Is he in?

Who are you?

It's rather late.

My name's Seagrave.

I'm a police officer.

Is Mr. Carradine in?

What is it you want?

I'd rather like to speak to him if it's

all the same with you, sir.

Terry, it's someone from the police.

He wants to speak to Greg.

Mrs. and Mrs. Carradine.

Now, my name's Seagrave. I'm sorry to bother you at this late hour, but I'd rather like a few words. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Mrs. and Mrs. Carradine.

Now, my name's Seagrave.

I'm sorry to bother you at this late

hour, but I'd rather like a

few words with your husband,

if I may.

He's gone out for a walk.

Is this rain?

I'm sorry.

He's just gone out for

a breath of fresh air.

It's one o'clock in the morning.

What is it you want, Mr. Seagrave?

Can I be of help?

I'll ask you questions.

Where your husband's been this evening.

That's easy enough.

He spent the entire evening here with me.

Oh.

Did he come straight home for work?

Yes.

Yes, he did.

He had a very hard day, so I cooked

dinner and we ate at home.

Then my brother and I had a good time. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. We ate at home.

Then my brother came to call on us and we

sat around talking about his new book.

He's an author.

I see.

Where's your husband in point?

That American Plastics Corporation.

Your name and address, sir?

John Moffat, 27, Carrington Court.

Uh-huh.

Can you confirm Mr.

Carradine's been here all evening?

Of course he can.

Yes, I can.

Is he here when you arrive?

Yes.

It's very late, Mr. Seagrave.

Just what is this all about?

Something happened tonight at 9.30 and I

reason to think that your husband can

help me with my inquiries.

No, I don't think he can.

Just because my husband goes for a walk

doesn't mean he's a murderer.

What murder, Mrs. Carradine? I didn't say

anything about murder.

I think perhaps I should tell you that we

know he wasn't here all evening.

Now I'll ask you once again.

Where is your husband?

I don't know.

And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.

He's wanted by the

police, Mrs. Carradine.

I should warn you that you can be charged

for aiding and abetting.

I know that.

But you must try and

understand that he's my husband.

And if he needs help, I'm

going to give it to him.

The best help you can give him is to

advise him to stop running away.

If he's innocent, he has nothing to fear.

Good night, Mr. Seacrest.

I'm sorry about all this, Sergeant.

I'll try and get my sister to see it in

the right light if I can.

It won't be easy. I'm afraid she takes

her marriage vows rather seriously.

Mr. Moffitt, I don't want

to get tough with her, but...

if she continues like this, I

may have to take some action.

Will you try and make

her understand that?

I will.

Good night, sir.

Carrie, I can't go back to the

apartment. It's being watched.

Greg, be careful what you

say. They may be listening in.

Carrie, you've got to help me. I just...

I think I can, Greg, but you must be

careful how you answer.

Now, do you remember Robert, the

president of the Dramatic Society?

No.

And you know his friend

Rex, who's married to Elsie?

Yeah, I know him.

Well, their flat is empty.

They've gone away for the night.

You could go and stay there.

Try and break through

the bathroom window.

Okay. I'll get there if I can.

And Greg, use some of Rex's

clothes. He's about your size.

Now, I'll try and come to you there

sometime tomorrow, if I can.

What do you mean, if you can?

Greg, the police may be following me. I

don't want to leave them straight to you.

Now, in the event that I can't see you

tomorrow, you must call me at 11 o'clock.

Fire at home?

No. Just wire me. You can't.

I'll be at a friend's house.

Fire?

Well, do you remember this friend's house?

Well, do you remember this friend of mine

who went on a holiday

last summer in Vienna?

A redhead who collects jazz records.

Yeah. Yeah, I know who you

mean. But can you trust her?

Yes, of course I can, Greg.

Now, if I don't see you, call me tomorrow

morning at 11 o'clock

for numbers in the book.

And darling, please

be careful. I love you.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Victoria Station, please.

Right, miss.

Driver, I've changed my mind. I want to

go to Baker Street Station.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Bigger than the parking lot.

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Thank you.

You.

Good morning, Mrs. Carradine.

Did you?

Unfortunately not. Your husband had gone

by the time we got here.

Well, I see you listened in.

We have a job to do,

Mrs. Carradine. Excuse me.

How did you know where this place was?

Oh, I have a weakness for crosswords.

So I stayed up all night long with a

phone until I traced

to a dramatic society.

After that, it was easy to learn about

your friend Rex, who married your cousin

Elsie, who lives in these apartments.

Thou was very clever of you.

No, no, it's really.

When your husband rings up till 11

o'clock, you should

advise him to give himself up.

I told you I wasn't going to help you.

Besides, I'm going to my

office and I'm late already.

Well, let me drive you there. At least

that's one address we both know.

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Mary!

Yes, Miss?

Mr. Hardy wants you to take me to an

address near the British Museum.

Right, Miss.

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Hello, Vera.

Terry, this is nice. I was just making

some coffee. Come on in.

Take up your coat.

Vera, have you seen the morning paper?

No, I get all my news from the radio.

Don't tell me old

Harding's gone bankrupt.

It's Greg. He's wanted for murder.

You're joking. There was a fight. A man

was killed. Greg's

been on the run all night.

Where is he now?

We don't know. He'd gone

when he got to the flat.

What about his

employers? Have you been there?

Yes, sir. They're Pan-American Plastics.

He's in the sales department.

Not very popular with

the rest of the staff.

Has he got a passport?

Yes, sir. American, out of date.

Good. Any relations he might go to?

No, sir. Mrs. Carradine's got a brother

in London, that's all. I've

got him under observation.

Well, you better keep on with this wife,

angle C. Graves. She's bound to lead you

to him sooner or later.

Yes, sir.

And find that redhead. Mrs. C is probably

talking her head off to her right now.

He's going to call me here at 11. I've

got to arrange to see him.

Well, where do you plan on meeting?

Well, I don't know. I thought maybe one

of the big railway stations

like Waterloo or Paddington...

Well, people are in and

out of there all day long.

Oh, darling, that's the last

place in the world to choose.

Stations are always full of policemen.

They go there when they want to smoke.

Well, then, maybe one

of the bigger parks.

Don't you know there are more nosy

parkers to the square mile in London's

parks than anywhere else in the world?

I've got a much better idea. Tell him to come here.

Oh, no, no, Vera. I can't

involve you in this place.

But I love being involved.

No, it's too d--

(Phone rings)

Well, that must be--

Hello? Gregory?

Mrs. Vera Bellamy.

Terry says you're to come round here

right away. It's quite safe.

No, he was coming to me.

I can't tell you anything.

He can't give on the run forever, sir. So

no later, he's going to contact his wife.

Look, yes, I can. Now, we should leave

my sister out of this.

I'm very sorry for Mrs. Carradine, but

I've got my job to do.

Surely you can find him

without using his wife as a decoy?

You don't like him very much, do you?

My opinion has nothing to do with it.

What is it you wanted to

ask me? I'm rather busy.

I wondered if you could tell me about one

of Mrs. Carradine's friends.

A young lady with red hair.

I don't know all my sister's friends. She's been in America five years.

This one went to holiday in Vienna and

collects jazz records.

I don't think I know her.

I've reason to believe that she's quite a

close friend of your sister's.

Well, she's not a close friend of mine.

Then you can't give me her address.

No. I'm sorry.

How did you know I was there?

They tapped the

telephone wire last night.

The sergeant's a lot

smarter than I thought.

I just have to be

more careful from now on.

If I'd just come home that night, I'd

have brought all this trouble in you.

I'm just full of shame.

Oh, Greg, don't worry

about it. What's done is done.

It's just a thought of losing you.

Darling, you're not going to lose me.

Now, look, I know you didn't do it. I

know you're innocent, and we'll prove it.

But don't you think that running away

from the police makes you look guilty?

What are you talking about? If you just went to them and started--

Do you want to get me hanged?

You must be out of your mind.

I'll go and run you a bath.

I didn't mean that, Terry.

I don't want to say anything.

Greg, you've got to tell me everything

that happened at the club that night.

Everything.

I already told you there's nothing more.

There must be.

Not that I can remember.

What time did you get there?

Does it matter? Look, I killed a man, and

if I don't get out of the country--

You can't get out of the country. Greg,

your passport's out of date.

Yeah, I know.

There's ways of getting false passports.

Anyway, the police at the ports will be

on the lookout for you.

Not if I use the way out.

The way out?

Yeah.

It's an undercover way of getting in and

out of the country for

criminals and smugglers.

I've heard about it.

Darling, we don't know

any criminals or smugglers.

I know a man, Terry. He's

had business dealings with him.

And he can put you in touch.

Me? But the police are

following me everywhere I go.

Oh, I hate to ask you,

darling, but who else is there?

I can't go myself, can I?

Well, who is this man?

His name is Alfred Kressick. You'll find

him at the Zanzibar.

All you have to do is tell him that I've

got you out of the country,

and he'll put you in

touch with the way out.

How much will this cost?

We've only got about 200

pounds left in the bank.

Well, it should be enough.

Please, Terry, try to see him.

All right. I'll do what I can.

Oh, that's right.

Look, lady, I don't want to

get mixed up in this anymore.

I've got troubles enough already with the

police in and out all the time.

I'm sorry for your old

man, but I can't help you.

Yes, you can, George. You're

the only one that can help me.

That's why my husband sent me here.

What for? I can't do anything for him.

You can tell me about Mr. Kressick.

Kressick? What about him?

I want to talk to him.

Can't you give me his address?

I'm not allowed to

give members addresses.

George, you don't

realize how important this is.

That's why my husband

told me to come here.

That's why I joined

this club this evening.

Are you married, George?

No.

Well, if you got into

trouble, bad trouble,

you'd want your wife to

stand by you, wouldn't you?

Kress, it's a bookmaker.

27 South End Street.

Thank you.

20 dozen, where'd you lock them?

In the cellar through there.

Sorry, miss, I'll have to go now.

Good job.

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIREN WAILING)

George.

Hey, you're not allowed in here.

I know, George, but look, I've got to

know what happened here last night.

Don't want to talk about that.

I've been fed up with

being questioned by everybody.

George, I must know.

I may be able to get this

charge reduced to manslaughter.

Take it from me. It wasn't any accident.

What do you mean it wasn't an accident?

What are you talking about?

Well, I'm afraid.

George, tell me.

Well, your old man was already pretty

tight when he came in.

I went up to take his order and he said,

"The usual George, a double."

The usual?

The usual drink. Discussion soon.

But he's never been in this place before.

He only joined this club last night.

He's been coming here for

almost a year, Mrs. Carradine.

Are you accusing him of lying?

I tell you, he's never

been in this place before.

Oh.

So that's his story, isn't it?

Well, why should he lie to me?

He had no reason to.

No more have I.

But I guess you'll

believe just what you want to.

I've told you the truth, that's all.

How often did he come here?

About a couple of nights

a week. Every lunchtime.

He was with the racing crowd mostly.

Anderson, the chucky guild, was the book

he used to work with.

That? But he can't afford to gamble.

Who can?

Your old man is quite a boy with the

ponies and not a very lucky one either.

The old money right and left.

Why did he get mixed

up with these people?

If that man Anderson hadn't have been

drunk, there never

would have been a fight.

That's not the way he went.

My husband told me he

was drunk. He attacked him.

George, please tell me what did happen.

Well, it's not much I can tell you.

As I said, your old man is already pretty

tight when he came in.

George?

Yes, sir?

Double, please.

And George,

I got a double from a friend.

What did you say your name was?

I didn't say. No, did you?

No.

It's Bill.

Call him Michael.

You've got a big

ranch in Texas, I suppose.

How did you know?

Well, here's the start

of a beautiful friendship.

I got to go make a panko, honey.

And don't you let anybody

steal you while I'm gone, huh?

Is she a friend of yours?

What's to know? George, who's the girl carried in to her?

I don't know, sir. Some pick up.

I don't know.

You're not a pick up? No, I'm not.

I'm not a pick up. You're not a pick up?

No, I'm not.

I'm not a pick up. I'm not a pick up. I'm not a pick up.

I don't know, sir. Some pick up.

Huh. I fold that, he can fold it.

Pay me.

I've been looking for you.

Well, well, well, we've

been looking for you, ain't it?

What do you have?

I have her.

I saw her first.

You promised to pay off by Tuesday.

What do you mean coming around here

embarrassing me in front of my friends?

You know perfectly well what I mean.

I want my money and I want it now.

You really fancy yourself, don't you?

Well, I haven't got your money.

You can just hold your

breath till I get it.

Here, this will teach you to

keep your hands to yourself.

Bring me this one.

No, no, no, no, no!

Lay it in the ground!

What were they arguing about?]

I don't know.

Honest, I don't.

I guess it must have been

about the money he owes.

Thank you, George.

What did they say?]

I'm sorry.

I'll call you. What did they say?]

What did they say?]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You might find this one interesting.

Now don't be that way.

Are you out of your mind or something?

Oh, great. Put me down.

I'm going to be very blunt, Mr. Cresser.

I'm looking for the way out.

Well, you just came through it.

I said I was looking for the way out.

The way to leave the

country unknown to the police.

You mad.

The thing like that

would be quite illegal.

Please, Mr. Cresser, we need your help.

What can I do about it?

Well, you know who the right people are.

I'm sorry. You've come to the wrong shop.

I don't know any people like that. This

is a respectable business.

Mr. Cresser, I know you can

help me. My husband told me so.

Look, this isn't a trap.

All I want is an

introduction to whoever runs this thing.

I'll take it from there.

You won't even be implicated.

I don't believe it exists.

Somebody's been kidding you.

Besides, even if there was such a thing,

I'm quite sure it

would cost a lot of money.

Have you gotten it?

Yes.

Well, I wish I could help you, but I

don't know anything about it.

Well, I'm sorry to have troubled you. I thought you could help me.

I, uh, I could make a few inquiries, but

it may take a little time,

and my time is expensive. I told you I can pay when I have the proper introduction. Hello, Shazal.

I've, uh, I've got Mrs. Carradine here.

The Zanzibar affair.

Yeah.

Yeah, she wants to talk business about

sending a little parcel somewhere.

Can you help her?

You know?

Yeah, she knows that.

Where?

All right, I'll tell her.

Can you raise 700 pounds?

I don't know.

Well, if you can't,

you'll be wasting your time.

Who is this man?

His name is Tom Smithers.

What's his address?

I may be foolish, but

I'm not that foolish.

Well, how can I find him?

He's a great dog lover.

He owns a greyhound named Fire Escape. He's a great dog lover. He owns a greyhound named Fire Escape.

He keeps it at the Kennons and Southwood.

He usually goes there on Friday evenings.

Want a chocolate?

No, thank you.

I'm sure you must have met most of Mrs.

Carradine's friends at

one time or another, sir.

Well, I haven't met this

one, Redhead or otherwise.

My sister's friends

are none of my business.

I've told you all this once.

So if you don't mind, I'd

rather like to get on my word.

So, are you doing another story?

Yes, if I ever get

the chance to finish it.

Must be fun to be an author.

Always make your

characters do what you want them to.

They don't always go

the way they're meant to.

At least the war's

nowhere they are, don't you?

I never read any of your books, you know,

so I thought I'd buy

myself one to read in bed.

Here.

Did you like it?

I don't know. I haven't been

to bed since this case started.

Well, I found the

dedication rather intriguing.

To Vera Bee, who proved me wrong in

saying that all

Redheads are irresponsible.

I wonder, Mr. Moffat, if you'll let me

have that latest address.

She doesn't live here

anymore. She's gone to America.

I don't know where she is.

Well, where did she

live before she went away?

I don't know.

I met her on her holiday.

Indiana?

No. In Bournemouth.

She isn't the girl you're

looking for, Mr. Seagray.

You mustn't believe everything the

writers put into their books.

No? Well, I just have

to go and try, won't I?

If you've lost a needle in a haystack,

you'll have to examine every straw.

Anyway, I, uh, I think I should enjoy the

book. It's a nice, straightforward title.

Good night, sir. Good night.

Hello, Mrs. Carradine. You

following me around for change?

How did you know I was coming here?

I didn't. I'd rather not have been having

a little chat about books.

Goodbye.

Don't be afraid. I'm

not going to hurt you.

You are the lowest heel I've ever known,

and I've known of you.

Terry's out risking everything to protect

you, and you behave

like a juvenile delinquent.

Now, get out of here and fast.

Where am I going to go? What about Terry?

I couldn't care less where you go, but

I've got an idea where you'll end up.

I'm going to tell Terry

you've got restless and left.

And don't you dare come back.

Now, get out.

Get out!

[car engine]

I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Harding, but

my superintendent would like a piece of

professional advice about

the publishing business.

Yes, well, it's about these dedications

that authors put at the

beginning of their books.

Now, can you tell me if permission is

sought from the, uh, from the person

concerned before the

dedication's actually published?

Yes, yes, usually is.

Uh-huh. Would I be right assuming that

the publisher keeps the

permit in his file somewhere,

just in case there might be some possible

future legal action?

Yes, that is the usual procedure.

Good. Then, would you be good enough, Mr.

Harding, to give me address of the young

lady concerned of this

particular dedication,

as you can see it is

one of your publications?

Yes. Yes. Good.

But just what exactly is all this about?

It's just a confidential inquiry, sir. I

should be more than

grateful if you could help me.

Yes, yes, of course.

I'll get my secretary.

Thank you. She'll be able

to turn up the file for you.

Yes, more than good, a bill.

Not at all. Not at all.

So, Terry, this gentleman wants to see

the dedication permission for this book.

Will you turn it up for him?

Yes, Mr. Harding.

It's not a very good book, but it's

selling like hotcakes.

Will you come with me, please?

Yes. Thank you very much, indeed.

Not at all. Not at all. Good bye. Good bye. Where can I find Mr. Smithers, please?

Thank you.

Good evening, Mr. Smithers.

I'm Mrs. Carradine.

Mr. Cressett sent me.

Cressett? Who's Cressett?

I've never heard of him.

He's a bookmaker.

You won't find him here.

I didn't come to see Mr.

Cressett. I came to talk to you.

You knew I was coming.

What do you want?

I've got some goods I

want delivered abroad.

I'm not in the delivery business. You've

made a mistake, lady.

Oh, look, Mr. Smithers, this is silly.

You know who I am and why I'm here. Are

you going to help me?

Fridge, all goods come

out rather expensive.

Yes, I know.

Seven hundred. Take it or leave it.

I'm pretty certain you've got the money.

Don't worry. I've got it.

How do you like my dog? She seems to have

taken quite a fancy to you.

Pretty thing, isn't she?

She said I'm the fixer by

now. Why don't you let me know?

Maybe she thinks I have

all the time in the world.

Nobody really cares.

They don't care whether I hang or not.

You said it. I said it, Madelts. I didn't

want to have got yourself to blame.

It's all right for you to

talk. You're not in any danger.

No danger.

You call it no danger.

I'm sticking up my neck 24 hours a day by

hiding a wanted man here.

With a police coming

in and out all the time.

What can I do about it?

Someone's got to help me?

Why?

It's them. It may not be.

Go in there.

And keep quiet.

Hello, John. Is Greg all right?

Yes. Come in.

Mr. Terry, you can come in.

Mr. Drake.

You see the man Terry? Is it fixed?

Are you all right?

Yes.

Do you want me to go?

No, John. Please stay.

Well, what about it?

Greg Smith, this is agreeing

to get you out for 700 pounds.

Are you mad? We haven't got--

It's all right.

John lent us the money. You're not going to get me out of here? It's all right. John lent us the money.

Oh.

Thanks.

Now, you're going to

an address in Ramsgate.

A fast boat will take

you to the French coast.

Smith, this is

arranged for a false passport.

There's just one thing, Greg.

You must obey instructions implicitly.

The journey to Ramsgate

is the most dangerous part.

It should be taken there in two vans.

Why two?

Well, one is being used as a decoy for

the police in case there's any trouble.

Well, I-- I don't know.

It doesn't sound very foolproof to me.

What am I paying 700 for?

Greg, it'll work.

Now, the vans are in a yard in London.

We've got to get you over to Victoria.

I'll arrange for one of Harding's drivers

to come and pick you up.

How many people are you

going to get in on this thing?

How do we know we hope

to stay to the police?

We don't. I just hope

and pray he doesn't.

Why can't John take me in his car?

Because John has done enough already.

Besides, he's been watched

by the police. You know that.

You wouldn't last five minutes.

When do we go tomorrow?

No, Monday morning.

Monday? That's three days away.

Why can't I go

tomorrow? Where is this guy?

I've got his address right here.

Well, you tell him we

can't wait. You got the money.

Greg!

It's all right for you to say Greg.

Greg, I'm doing the best that I can.

These arrangements take

time. You're quite safe here.

Besides, Smithers'

drivers are out on another job.

Now, you just have to wait until Monday.

Oh, uh, Miss Bellamy?

Yes.

I'm a police officer. I'd like to ask you

a few questions, if I may.

Oh, why, of course.

I'm sorry I looked like

this. I just had a bath.

But, well, it came right in.

Thank you very much.

Would you like a drink?

No, thanks. You don't know what you're missing.

Miss Bellamy, I have a

warrant to search your apartment.

So I could invite...

Oh, search? Well, what for?

Oh, would you mind holding that for me?

Thank you.

Well, I, you know,

just like to look around.

Oh, what about them now?

Oh, go right ahead.

Let me know if you find any money.

What is it you're looking for? I'm not sure.

I'm not sure. What is it you're looking for?

I'm wearing the only body

you'll find around here.

Oh, what's it all about?

I paid for that fur coat myself.

Nice coat.

Well, why pick on me? What have I done?

How'd you like to send

up my new bath salts?

Very nice.

It's called seduction.

I think I must have bought

a stale jar or something.

You have to pull it twice.

Don't forget the plathole of the sink.

You'll be surprised

what you find down there.

Oh, now, what is this all about?

Don't you think you might tell me?

No, I'm investigating crime.

I think maybe you can help me.

I'd be happy if I could.

Why, I wouldn't know where to start.

I just want to ask you a few questions.

That why?

I understand that Gregory

Carradine's friend of yours.

Yes, he is.

When did you last see him?

Yesterday.

He's been staying here for a few days.

I suppose you'll realize

you're liable to heavy penalties.

Now what are you talking about?

Murder, Miss Bellamy.

Has there been a murder?

I never read the papers, so

I wouldn't know how exciting.

But, um, what's this to do with Greg?

Where does he know?

Oh, he's in Scotland, I

believe. He didn't say where.

Why'd you want to know?

I have a warrant for his arrest.

Greg? Oh, you must be crazy.

I never heard such

nonsense. He couldn't kill a fly.

It wasn't a fly. He killed Miss Burnley.

Oh, but it's ridiculous.

He just isn't the type.

What, um, what is the type, you tell me?

Are you sure you wouldn't like a drink?

Did he have any luggage?

Haven't you ever been to Brighton with

nothing but a toothbrush?

Did his wife visit him here?

I haven't seen her.

But you would know if he

was planning to escape.

Well, how should I know?

Would he light up or something?

Did he leave with his wife?

I wasn't here. I don't know anything.

Spell me.

Call me Vera.

You do know. And I must warn you that I'm

prepared to sit here all night long, if

necessary, and do you remember?

Oh, that'll be nice.

I don't know what I've got for supper,

but I can always open a tin of spaghetti.

Now, you just sit there and work it all

out while I go and

slip into something loose.

Oh, good morning, sir.

Did you get anything out of that redhead?

No, only that the bird has flown.

Why, I think he's on the move at last,

sir. By the way out.

What gives you that idea?

Mrs. Kennedy invested at Southwood

Kennels last night to stay

there for nearly an hour.

She's not all that interested in dogs.

Well, what about it?

Smithers was there last night, too.

Smithers, eh?

Yeah, we've had our ideas about him for

some time, haven't we, sir?

Mm.

Smithers won't do anything

without money. Big money.

Well, in that case, she'd hide Kennedy in

the way until she's raised it.

But where?

It's Soothing.

Are they a secret here?

Yeah.

When was this?

Good man.

Look, this is what you do.

Go right away from there.

Right away is if you're

going for good. Got it?

Make sure he sees you do it.

Then take off a new position and phone in

every hour. Got that?

Fine. Okay.

Fine.

Mr. Moffat has just put

out a note for his milkman,

doubling his morning

order for the next three days.

Coffee?

No, thanks.

Can't you leave it alone this early?

Go into the kitchen.

Here, take this.

Hello, Mr. Moffat. I

hope I'm not disturbing you.

What is it this time?

I've reason to believe that Gregory

Carradine may be staying with a friend.

Well, I come here. I'm no friend of it.

It's his brother-in-law, aren't you?

Do you mind if I look

around here vibrant?

This is becoming in

town. I have a warrant.

Where is this warrant? Let me see it.

- This is all E2. - That's my bedroom.

- Is this the only

bedroom you have? - Yes, it is.

How much longer have I got to put up with

this continual

interference on the police?

- See Mrs. Carradine reasonably? -

Yesterday is the reason I shouldn't.

I'll talk.

What other rooms will you go to tomorrow?

I'll have to see you to the kitchen.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

The lecture is due.

Satisfied, Sergeant?

Can I offer you a drink?

No, thanks. Sorry to have trouble you.

- I told you he wasn't

here. - Yes, Mr. Marmot.

When he phoned you to ask if I've gone,

you might remind him that he

can't keep this up forever.

Goodbye, sir.

Where have you been? I've

been trying to get you all day.

I was at Vera's place. The detective

Seagrave was there last night.

He's been to me too. That's where I've

been trying to find you.

- Did they catch Greg? - No, he got away

and I haven't seen him since.

Now we don't know where he is, unless

you've heard from him, have you?

No. Well, what do we do now? There's nothing much we can do. - What do we do now? - We don't know. - We don't know. - We don't know. - Well, what do we do now? - There's

nothing much we can do

until he gets in touch.

Well, surely he'll go back to

your place when it gets dark?

No, Terry. He won't. You'll find he'll

telephone and leave it all to you.

Suppose he doesn't?

He'll phone. Greg's no good on his own.

- What'll I say to him? - I

honestly don't know, Terry.

That Seagrave's pretty smart.

Yes.

I wish he weren't a detective.

I suppose that's Greg.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

- It's Terry. - Listen to me, Greg.

- Listen to me carefully.

- I don't turn to listen.

You've got to get away

quietly. Get the back.

If you won't listen, I'll hang up.

How can I help you keep

giving everything away?

I'll say as little as possible.

Can you tell me in code

exactly where you are?

Uh, sure. Well, we used to meet before

going to the theater.

Yes, I know. Now, don't

act scared and nervous.

Buy a ticket and go down the escalator to

the Piccadilly line.

Then get on the first

train that comes along.

Change at the next

station and get another train.

Keep changing trains.

Travel about for

exactly two hours from now

and finish up where we first kissed.

- Do you know where I'm eating? - No.

I'll be there in two

hours, Greg. Have you got that?

Two hours? Are you

trying to get me going?

No, as I said, you're on the test.

So I've got a lot to do.

We'll go tonight instead of

Monday. Do you understand?

Tonight's much better.

Two hours, then, when we first kissed.

- Don't forget what kind of a theory it

was. - No, no, I remember.

- All right, Terry. - I'll do my next.

Goodbye, Greg.

Hello. Miss Paperkey's. The Wyatt here.

Kennedy is broke from cover.

He's going to be riding around on trains

for the next two hours.

And he's going to meet her when they

first kissed under some tree or other.

- Where is he? - He's on the run again.

My only chance is to get

him out of London right away.

- Terry, this is a... - Practify Mr.

Smithers and have all

the arrangements changed.

Terry, this is so

stupid. These things take time.

John, there isn't any time.

Then I'm coming with you.

No, not your card, John.

I'm sure they'll follow us.

Let's go by bus.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

He's seen you. He'll be over there.

Two whiskers, please.

Here he comes.

Mr. Smithers, could I

speak to you for a moment?

Mr. Smithers, it's very important.

Who's this?

He's my brother. I must talk to you.

Not here.

Better come inside.

You wait here.

Sit down.

Well, Mr. C, what is it?

My husband's had to

leave his hiding place.

I've got to get him out of town tonight.

Can I have the vans right away?

Don't be silly. I told

you Monday, didn't I?

But he can't wait until Monday.

Too bad.

Please, Mr. Smithers.

Everything's timed, then. Like I told

you, the passport isn't ready anyway.

He could wait for his

passport and Ramscape.

Besides, he'd be safer there.

No, the vans are locked away, and I

haven't the drivers. I told you that.

Well, I'll drive it myself. I can drive

one van. My brother will drive the other.

Listen, it isn't just a matter of driving

a couple of vans down to the coast.

There's more to it than that.

Well, if we get caught with him, I'll say

that we stole them out of your yard.

I'm sorry, lady.

I have the money.

I can pay you now.

No, it's not safe.

I can't have the chances.

I said money, you'll

have to stick to that.

All right, Mr. Smithers.

I thought we had a deal.

I guess I'll have to

think of something else.

A fine fool I'd look giving way just

because a pretty face asked me.

What would all my friends say?

What will your friends say when they find

out you passed up a 700-pound job?

They'll say you're

slipping, Mr. Smithers.

Here I go.

Pretty faces.

Now, listen to me

carefully and write this all down.

Merci, babe.

Policewoman Mary Larkin's here, sir.

I followed Mrs. Carradine as instructed.

She had a man with her.

They fell for your police, Scoutrick, and

after that it was easy to

keep her under observation.

They went to the Green Lion Public House

in Pimlico, where they

stayed for 27 minutes.

Then they left, and she now appears to

have reached her destination.

It's the girl's yard in

Wimborn Street, Victoria.

Sorry about all this, John, but I need

somebody to drive the other van.

I'll take the one with Greg in it.

All right. What does he want me to do?

Well, I have some written instructions

here, and this is the route. It's marked.

Oh, and here's the

driver's license Smithers gave me.

Mrs. Carradine's picking up one of the

Smithers' vans in Victoria.

I've alerted all radio patrols at the

full vehicle description.

Due to me to husband in 17

minutes, we'd better get moving.

Yes, sir.

I'll go and pick Greg up, and we'll leave

as soon as I get back.

All right.

Thank you, John. I've always been a

nuisance to you, haven't I?

[horses playing]

[car engine rumbling]

[engine rumbling] (tense music)

- Now the 17's just

picked up your van, sir.

Traveling along Victoria

Street towards Whitehall.

They're asking for instructions.

- Yeah.

- Hello, 17.

Which van is it?

- The Kentish Transport Company, sir.

- Who's driving?

- A woman, sir.

- Hello?

- Yes, sir.

- Keep well back, but don't lose her.

(engine rumbling)

She just passed west, Mr. Abbey, sir,

and is turning into Parliament Square.

Heading up Whitehall now, sir.

Just passing the centre top.

She's driving quite carefully, sir.

Well, inside the speed limit,

evidently doesn't want to get into

trouble with the police.

- We're coming up to Sir

Barbara Square now, sir.

- Maybe she's going to hold park, sir.

- It's a funny way to get there, huh?

- She's just turning into

lower Regent Street, sir.

She's going towards Piccadilly Circuit.

No, no, she's turning

off into German Street.

Seems to be slowing down.

Still following.

- Now she's struck.

She's getting out, sir.

Going into a restaurant.

The Cherry Tree restaurant.

- The tree?

Give me that mic.

- What will we do, sir?

- Stay where you are and

wait for her to come out.

- German Street's heavily

parked all down on site, sir.

If I wait here, I'll

call the traffic block.

- I don't care if you'll cause a block

all the way from St.

Paul's Cathedral to Piccadilly.

Stay where you are and wait.

- Yes, sir.

Here she comes, sir, with a man.

He's hiding his face.

He's putting him into

the back of the van.

Shall we take him now, sir?

- No, let him get in.

Then move up and cut the van off.

Good, have him where you want him, then.

- He's closing the back door, sir.

Getting into the driving seat.

We're going in now, sir.

- She's moving off, sir.

But another car's pulled

out between us and the van,

so I can't overtake for the moment.

(car horn honking)

- 17.

What the devil's going on, 17?

- I'm very sorry, sir.

We were held up at

the pedestrian crossing,

but we're off again now.

There's other cars,

sir, a little way there.

- The van, what about the van?

- Wait, she's getting away, sir.

- Can you follow?

- Not yet, sir.

There's too much traffic,

and I can't get past this other driver.

- I'd like to arrest that fool.

- Dangerous driving

obstruction, drunkenness.

Put out a general call.

(car horn honking)

(car engine revving)

(car engine revving)

- The Kentish Transport van

has just gone off again, sir.

Driven by a man.

- A man?

Did you see his face?

- No, sir.

It went by too quickly.

- Where's the woman?

- I don't know, sir.

- You're sure she has

gone off in another vehicle?

- Quite sure, sir.

There's no other traffic in the street,

except for a post office

van that's just gone by.

(car engine revving)

(car engine revving)

- You?

- Yes, sir.

- Councilman Lueche,

recognize the van has had passed.

The reports was

followed by a Royal Mail van

driven by a woman.

- A woman, eh, think it's her?

- Yes, sir, I'm sure of it.

The GPO don't employ women drivers.

Councilman took the number.

It's been checked.

- Yes, but she picked up Cadda Deane

in the Kentish Transport van.

- Well, Moffat's

evidently taken over as a decoy.

Now, it was a post office van.

The street only left Victoria.

That's a pretty smart move, sir,

to count on us overlooking the obvious.

- Not too smart, Seagrave.

The Royal Mail van's only invisible,

so long as you're not

looking for it after that.

It's quite the reverse.

- That's true, sir.

- Lueche, that means they're heading for

the southeast coast.

- You better phone a worn Kent.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- Hurry, Greg, in here.

(door slams)

(dramatic music)

- Did you fix it?

- Okay.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- All right, thank you.

- Goodbye.

- That was Kent.

There's no sign of him on the main roads

this side of Maidstone or Rochester.

- They couldn't have

reached either place, yes, sir.

- No, and you know what that means.

- Yeah, side roads.

- Now, there's no knowing

what time to get to bed.

- Yes, sir.

- What about that Royal Mail van?

Have you checked with the GPO?

- Yes, sir.

- The first office has no

such number in the records.

- So it's a phony, eh?

Good.

This may be our undoing.

See, Greg, you better get a

car and follow up yourself.

And keep in radio contact with me.

- I will, sir.

(dramatic music)

(engine rumbling)

- John, you take the large one.

(door slams)

Come on, Greg.

(dramatic music)

- Helen.

(dramatic music)

(engine rumbling)

- Where are you from?

- Southern, what's up?

- Let's see your license.

- Have you seen a Royal

Mail van anywhere on the road?

Following a Kentish transport van?

- Sorry, there isn't

much on the road tonight,

as a matter of fact.

- Okay, on your way.

If you do see anything of them,

report it at once to the

nearest police station.

- Sure, what is it, Stolen Van Job?

- Something like that.

Good night. - Good night.

(engine rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(engine rumbling)

(dramatic music)

- They are

invitational in two trucks, sir.

Let me know.

Seagrave's just found two vans

abandoned in a wood at Rutum,

and one of them's her old

friend Kentish Transport

with a new name and number.

The other had a false

name and number two,

so it looks as if she's

dumped the Royal Mail van

some way back.

They've evidently changed

vehicles again and gone on.

There were heavy track

marks leading back to the road.

This thing is better

organized than we thought.

- How many vehicles, sir?

- Two big trucks this time.

Mrs. Kennedy and Seabird like company.

(engine rumbling)

- Step on it, Jerry,

there comes something.

(dramatic music)

- Gotta go fast.

They're right behind.

Into the sugar, darn

well gonna get me out.

Let's go.

Come forward, run across the--

- Back there, Greg, you

wouldn't stand the chance.

(engine rumbling) Go on, take it, do as I say.

(engine rumbling)

(dramatic music)

- Fire extinguishers, AC Graham.

You say they got away.

And where was it?

Give me the map reference.

- Huh, that's 12 miles from Ramsgate.

Put a tight ring around the district.

(dramatic music)

- What do you want?

- Are you Al?

- Yes, who are you?

- With the Carradines.

- Look, it wasn't coming till Monday.

- Well, we had to leave in a hurry.

I brought you a note from Tom Smithers.

- Fred, did you have trouble?

- A little, but it's all right.

They didn't follow us here.

- Get that out of sight, Fred, it's hot.

- Police got its number.

- Oh, don't worry, you won't recognize

that old tub when you see it again.

- Fred, I'll have to put you in the barn

in case the police turn up.

It's only been for a few hours.

- Why can't we go now?

- If you've been followed every road

in Kent, we'll be swarming with police

for the rest of the night.

That's why I know what I'm doing.

- Come on, Greg.

- There's a lot up there.

It'll make us all comfortable.

In the morning, I'll take you on to round

and get one of my vegetable lorries.

There's nothing to worry about

so long as you do as you're told.

(dramatic music)

- What time is it, Perry?

- Four o'clock.

- What time do I take her to sleep?

- Six, I suppose.

Try and get some more

sleep, Greg, you'll need it.

- I miss you.

I'll be in France this time tomorrow.

- I hope so.

(dog barking)

- I've been a bit of a

stinker about all this, haven't I?

I didn't mean to hurt you, Tara.

I didn't mean it to end this way.

- No, I didn't want it

to end this way either.

- What am I gonna do when I get there?

- I don't know.

Try to get to South America, I suppose.

There's no extradition from there.

- Without care, I haven't got any money.

Unless you, let me have some more.

- You know I haven't got any left, Greg.

- Well, maybe you can borrow some.

I don't understand you, Terry.

How am I gonna get to South America?

- I don't care how you

get to South America.

I think I better tell you now, Greg.

When we say goodbye tomorrow at Ramsgate,

it's going to be just that.

I'll go as far as the boat with you.

But after that, you're on your own.

You're not gonna just hurt me.

You're my wife, Terry.

You still love me, don't you?

- No.

Not anymore.

It's no use, Greg.

You wouldn't understand.

It doesn't matter whose fault it is.

Yours or mine.

You can blame me if

you like, I don't care.

But you kill my love for you

as surely as you kill that man.

I don't wanna live

with you anymore, Greg.

- Stop it, Greg.

Take your hands off of me.

- Now I understand.

You got a man somewhere.

That's why you don't want me.

You little rotten.

You can call me anything you like.

You can't hurt me anymore.

- What a sucker I've had.

You've been too tiny of

me all along, haven't you?

You'd be glad to get rid of me.

How long has it been going on?

I wonder you've been

so willing to help me.

Once you get rid of me,

you'll move right in with him, huh?

You didn't know all that stuff about

getting the money from your brother.

You got it from him, didn't you?

And I bet you didn't get it for nothing.

- Any sight of them this way?

- No, sir.

But this lady, Mrs. Johnson,

set a big lorry skidded

into her churns last night

and drove on without stopping.

(door creaks)

- Good morning, all.

No good night.

Here's your tea.

Drink it up while it's soft.

- You've been bedding breakfast

to be a couple of quid, please.

- Can we go?

Right away?

- Sorry, chum.

You'll have to stay

another 24 hours, at least.

- What are you talking about?

- Well, it ain't safe.

You must be a bit of a celebrity.

The whole district's swarming with cops.

They're patrolling all the

roads and stopping all cars.

- But it's just a few

miles, I've got to go.

- Not with me, you don't.

I ain't taking any chances.

Tomorrow, maybe, but you stay here today.

- You get caught here?

You're out of your mind,

you've got to take me now.

- Sorry, nothing new.

- I'll go on my own,

I'm not gonna stay here.

- I'll make it my way across the fields.

My only chance.

(dramatic music) (dramatic music)

(engine rumbling)

(dramatic music)

- What's going on?

- I'm sorry.

- Maybe he did find the

right way out, in the end.