All language subtitles for London Blackout Murders (1943) DVDRip.VO.by.gamboler.en

- Twenty-two. Here we are.
- Oh, yes, thanks.

- Which floor?
- The first.

- Have you got the key?
- No, I'm afraid not.

It's all right.
The room isn't locked.

- Hello, Mrs. Pringle.
- Good morning.

- Bombed out, isn't she?
- Yes.

- You're putting her up over there?
- Yes.

Gee, I wouldn't be billeted into
that house for a king's ransom.

My name is Jack Rawlings.

This is my tobacco shop,
without the tobacco.

This is miss Tillet.

If I can be of any help, miss Tillet...

Your parents, I can see.

What's the matter with her?
She's not very polite, I must say.

- She lost her parents last night.
- Oh... Sorry.

This is something everybody
has got to learn.

Yes?

I came to see if I can lend a hand.

We're soon get this straightened out.

It's cold up here, isn't it?

More noise than heat, I'm afraid.

Please, don't bother, it's all right.

Somebody must bother.

Cheer up. You're not the only one
that has been bombed out, you know.

Yes, you're right.
You're very kind, Mr Rawlings.

Kind? We can say kindness is only
a form of vanity. Who is this?

- It's my friend.
- Netherland? Dutch, huh?

- He's very handsome.
- I think so.

It sounds like somebody's in the shop.
Would you excuse me, madam?

- Oh, Mr Rawlings?
- Yes?

- I owe you a shilling for the meter.
- Oh, there's no hurry for that.

Fat! Fifi! Cherry! Salami!
Can't you behave?

- Hello, Mrs. Pringle.
- Good evening, Mr Rawlings.

- I do hope I didn't disturb you.
- No, it's all right.

- You want me to take care of the dogs?
- Would you? Just for half an hour.

Yes, of course, come on, boys.

This is Salami, my new customer.

I get one and six pence an hour
to exercise him.

Some people call him Hitler.
It makes him quite ill.

They don't realize that
dogs have their feelings.

Poor darling!

I've found out about the girl upstairs.

Really?

She's Canadian. She moved with
her parents before the war started.

- Did she know?
- What?

- About this house.
- No.

- We'd better not talk about it.
- Quite, quite.

- It's close on 6:00, Mrs. Pringle.
- I'll be back at 7:00.

- Who's she?
- She's harmless, a bit of a chatterbox.

She leaves the dogs here
while she goes out drinking.

Why do you encourage talkative women?

We have to be tolerants, George.

He's back. He flew in
from Sweden this morning.

Where is he staying?

Percy Square, 12 A.
The house is garded.

- The house has got cellars?
- No.

- Where is the nearest public shelter?
- Corner Rathbourne Place.

He goes there. I checked out.

Thanks, George.
Better go this way.

Good luck, old man.
I'll take your job whenever you like.

Thanks, George,
might be any day now.

Eleven, twelve... leave the parrot
outside, please, miss. Thank you.

- Fourteen, fifteen... now hurry.
- He said it was a parrot...

- Sixteen, seventeen...
- What a story!

You'd better get a move on, sir.
I'm only allowed to let in twenty.

All right.

I beg your pardon, sir.

Some of the congregation might have
forgotten their gas masks.

Thank you, sir.

This is the 11th raid in succession.

Getting be quite an institution like...
like tea at 4:00.

I don't like tea in the afternoon.
Coffee.

What if you take your ration card?

Take it easy.
Everybody make themselves comfortable.

Is it true that the Dutch ran out

and wave to the British bombers?

Yeah, and I can speak for the Germans
too. I was in Berlin during 1 or 2 raids.

Oh, they didn't like it!

When they drop one with my number on it,
I... I think I'll be ready.

Nothing to worry about if you're
still conscious of what's going on.

Might be worse, you know?

You all right? Nobody hurt?
He missed. What he did, he missed.

Stuffy in here, isn't it?

- What's the matter, Peterson?
- I don't know... my back... is burning.

Peterson! Peterson!
Come here, he's sick. Quick!

- Hurry up there!
- Make way, please, all right.

Mr Rawlings...

What's the trouble?

What's the matter, Mary?

I've got frightened in my room.
I suppose I'm unstrung.

Oh, that's all right.
You've been through an awful lot.

Come and sit down.
Tell me all about it.

I imagined I heard steps upstairs.

and shrieks.

- Then I lost my nerves. It's silly.
- No; I understand.

I really did hear something.

The cat seems to object
to its war rations,

so it spends its time chasing the rats.

You must think me awfully silly
running down to your room like this.

On the whole, I think you're
a very brave little girl.

- What about a cup of tea?
- Oh, no. No, please, don't bother.

Oh, it's no bother.

I thought a time bomb had
landed in the garden.

I was investigating when I heard you.

- So I bounded through the window.
- I'm glad you did.

- Oh, Mr Rawlings?
- Yes?

- It wasn't a cat.
- What was it then?

That dog woman.
I've heard her say

she wouldn't be billeted
in this house for a king's ransom.

Certainly wouldn't if I have
anything to say in the matter.

What did she mean?

Mary, you can only fight fear
if you know what it is you're afraid of.

It's true.

Do you believe in haunted houses?

- No. Do you?
- I'm not so sure.

What are you trying to tell me?

What would you say
if I told you Jack the Ripper

was supposed to have killed one
of his victims in your room?

Jack the Ripper!
Not in my room.

Don't be so alarmed.
He stopped his ripping 60 years ago.

You mean someone was murdered
in my room? Oh, horrible!

- It was at the time.
- It still is to me.

No.
It's interesting historically.

He committed all his crimes
round about this district.

He was a clever fellow, Mary.

They never caught him.

Mr Rawlings, I can't go on
living in a room

where somebody was murdered.

If we dispelled all bad thoughts
and only encourage the good ones,

we'd never be afraid of anything.

Try it, will you, Mary?

Yes. I'm sorry, I can't wait for tea.
I have to work tomorrow.

I'm a great believer in work,
as long as somebody else does it.

A delayed-action bomb.
Give that to me!

Why don't they let us eat our sandwiches
in the machine room?

It's such a waste of time!

They're afraid you may have TNT
in your lunch box.

- Where's yours?
- I'm not hungry.

Don't be silly, eat something.
Here, take this.

No, honestly, I'm not hungry.

- Come on, stupid.
- Thanks.

"London blackout murder".

Foreign industrialist killed
with hypodermic needle.

Second mysterious murder in four weeks.

"No trace found of murderer".
Coo! Ain't that awful?

"The blackout Jack the Ripper attacks
his unsuspecting victims in the dark".

"No explanation for his motives
has been found".

"The police are completely puzzled".

- You know? I bet it's a German spy.
- A spy?

Yes, don't you see?
It's part of the war of nerves.

Hitler wants to frighten
everybody so much

that nobody'll dare go into a shelter
during the raid.

He wants us to stay out and get bombed.
It's what he wants.

Cor blimey!

- What's the matter, Mary?
- What do you mean?

You look as you've seen a ghost.

Do you think anyone could hide a
hypodermic needle in a pipe?

- What did you say?
- Oh, never mind.

- Hello, Salami.
- Salami, come here at once!

I'm awfully sorry, Mrs. Pringle.

I should have stayed with the dogs
last night, but...

There's no "but". How could you leave
the poor darlings alone?

They were almost out of their minds
with fear.

Golly! I must say I'm shocked
beyond words.

You promised to look after
the poor darlings

and then you ran away to
save your own wretched life.

Well, I wasn't feeling very well, so
I went outside to get a breath of air.

One of your heart attacks again,
I suppose.

There must be something
very wrong with your heart

or you couldn't have left
the poor darlings alone.

I was only in the garden.

I looked for you in your sitting room
and in the garden.

I called you, but you
were not anywhere to be found.

But there's one place
I did not look for you.

Pardon me, my name is Dongen.
I'm looking for miss Mary Tillet.

I've been told she lives here.

- Yes, she does, upstairs.
- Come along, darlings, come alone.

My name is Rawlings. I've seen
your picture in Mary's room.

I've got a few hours leave.

I was afraid she might have been hurt
when her house was bombed

Queer times when a soldier has to wonder
whether his girl's being killed at home.

Do you know what time
she'll be back from work?

Well, she should be here
any minute now.

While you're waiting, I wonder
if you'd give me a hand.

Certainly.

- I want to carry this chest upstairs.
- What? Mary's room?

Yes, I'm helping her to furnish it.

I thought you only met her
a few days ago.

The extent of gallantry
should never be governed

by the length of one's acquaintance.

Havelock Ellis said it.
Come on, give me a hand.

You'd never recognize the room.
Why, she'll be surprised.

You've gone through a lot
of travel, I must say.

Don't cry, darling.

I hadn't been afraid if...
if I've known you'd be here...

It's all right, darling.
It's all right.

I'll have to change my uniform
if you cry all over it.

That's better. Now...
You haven't looked at your room yet.

- Did he do this?
- Rawlings? Yes.

He nearly stripped his own place
to furnish yours.

But why? I don't understand.

I think he's a decent sort of chap. He
means to be kind just for kindness sake.

He likes you.

- I'm afraid of him.
- Why?

- He is a murderer.
- What?

I'm sure. He's always talking of kindness
and being good. Oh, it's horrible!

What are you talking about?

"London blackout murder".

"Foreign industrialist killed
with a hypodermic needle".

- The hypodermic needle I saw it myself.
- How? Where?

He hides it in the stem of a pipe.
A curved pipe.

You saw it?
Really?

- Are you sure?
- Yes, last night.

Come in.

- I hope I'm not intruding.
- Not at all.

Will you both be my guests tonight?
For dinner.

But, won't be use up your ration cards?

Oh, no, that's all right. I have a horde
of pre-war sardines.

You wouldn't give me away,
would you, Mary?

Aha! Coffee.

You'll have a demitasse or half a cup?

This is a luxury.

The simple things in life
become luxuries if you can't get them.

Oh, tallking of luxuries, I...

I found this in a drawer. It's been
there for years. Will you have one?

I'd rather have my pipe.
But I'd say I left it somewhere.

I'm afraid it's not very good manners to
lend out your pipe or your toothbrush.

Should be a new one here somewhere.

Aha! Straight grain.
I'll make a present of it.

- You mean that?
- Certainly.

- May I?
- I... I'll christen it for you.

- Thank you.
- I like this one.

She has good taste.
My only Scotch Briar.

The curve stem cools the smoke.

- No filter?
- No, it wasn't made to hold a filter.

- Well, thanks for this.
- A pleasure.

You won't mind if I leave you
two for a bit?

No, not at all.

It's the pipe, really, I recognize it.

You musntn't let things
work on your imagination, darling.

You're still upset.
Mary, I must leave now.

- How long will the war last?
- Well, would you wait for me?

- Till when?
- For the duration.

Yes, not a day longer.

- My name's Neil, I'm from yhe Yard.
- Come in.

My housemaid is in the Army,

and my cook is working
in an iron foundry.

I think you'd realize why
if you'd ever try these meat puddings.

Oh, Mr Caldwell, Mr Harris and
Mr Neil, from the Yard.

- How do you do, sir?
- How do you do?

Mr Eugene Caldwell, 24 B, Gray's Inn.

You know me?

Oh, I'm afraid we know all about him.
That's supposed to be our job.

- A drink, gentlemen?
- Thanks, well thanks.

Ever notice no one says anymore "what'll
you have"? The question is say "when".

Just they change gin into rubber

and liqueurs into explosives.

But our whiskies are all
we've got left to us.

No, thanks.

If they don't send them to America.

While they'll leave us
a few bottles, anyway...

We haven't found out
anything yet, Mr Madison.

And as you refuse to tell us
anything of value

about your partner, Mr Peterson...

It's not that I refuse.
There's nothing to tell.

- Sit down, won't you?
- Thank you.

I checked to the Foreign Office as to
his motive in coming here.

Takes a courageous man to get from
Stockholm to London in war time.

Peterson is corageous, all right.

Mr Peterson received a permit
to enter England

to confer with you on business.
What business?

That has nothing to do
with Peterson's death.

What is the business?

I'm sorry, but I'm not permitted
to tell you anything about it.

If it were concerned with
our national defense, sir,

would that explain
Mr Madison's reticence?

Do you gentlemen realize that
this is exactly the third murder

that's been committed the same way?

The third?

Yes, the first occurred immediately
after the last war.

A woman died of an antimony injection.

We suspected the doctor, who disappeared
right after he treated her.

And then 2 months ago, Mr Sterling, the
lawyer who worked for you, Mr Madison.

He was murdered during a blackout
in a tube station, the same way.

I've been questioned about
that case often enough.

And now, Peterson.

Two people whom you knew well
have been murdered.

And still not very helpful, gentlemen.
You yourselves may be in danger.

Is that your theory?

Over them, of course, you police always
have your little theories, don't you?

Oh, well, theory and practice
are pretty closely related.

If you gentlemen refuse
to collaborate with us,

how do you expect us to protect you?

We didn't ask for your protection.

We asked you to find the man
who murdered Peterson.

What is it?

I was becoming nervous, I... I saw a man
who peered through the window.

It's you, George?

I've been waiting to cross the road
for half an hour.

Might being watched?

No. It's that dog woman.

What's she up to? Keeps marching up and
down, popping in and out of doorways.

Really, the pub's still open and Mrs.
Pringle not having a drink...

- That's alarming.
- Somebody ought to take care of her.

I'll take an option on it.

Please, George, let's use
a little discrimination.

Murder loses its exquisite message
if it's used promiscuously.

- That's your opinion.
- Got news of Caldwell?

He's leaving for Reading
in the ten o'clock train.

Ten...
It gives me almost an hour.

Why can't I... deliver
the message this time?

This is an age of experts, George. We're
only small cogs in an intrincate machine.

Minute parts of this huge
implement of destruction.

It's my time noted for my facility
with the hypodermic needle.

Let be patient, George.
Your turn'll come when I'm gone.

I'll be ready.

Couldn't you find another room
for that girl?

You think about one to let, George?

Gets on my nerves all these people
snooping around.

It's inviting them to check up on us.
You're too sentimental.

Sentimental? Oh, it's funny.

Or is it?

Thanks for telling me, George.
You'll hear from me.

Good luck.

- Mary?
- Come in.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, I'm all right, thank you.

You've been walking up and down, fussed.
Can't you sleep?

No. I'm not tired.

You look washed out.
Aren't you cold?

- Don't you like it?
- Yes, it's... lovely.

This is the last present
I bought my wife.

- Did she die?
- Yes.

How did she die?

Mary, there's something on your mind.
What is it?

No. No, it's all right.

"London blackout murder".
I wonder.

- You've been reading this?
- No... I haven't read it yet.

You're not telling me the truth, Mary.

Why should I lie to you?

Once upon a time I was a physician.

Will you take my advice
and... take a sleeping tablet?

- I'm not tired
- You must rest your mind.

- Most illnesses spring in the mind.
- I'm not ill.

Do as doctor tells you.
You must sleep tonight.

Tomorrow is your day off, isn't it?

Drink it up.

- Mary, you do trust me, don't you?
- Yes.

Doesn't taste so bad, does it?
Finish it up.

That's fine.

Lie down.

You won't be worried by rats
or cats or mice.

You see? Much calmer already.

Now you should be fast asleep.

Yes.

Good night, Mary.

It's a blindman's holiday. What is
the time that you have a piece of fog?

I like fog,
Don't we, Percy?

Oh, outside is bright as day,
subversive weather, that's what it is.

- Oh, I beg your pardon.
- No, it's all right.

Don't you find it's a strain
on your eyes?

I'm practicing to be a night reader.

As a matter of fact, I'm just looking at
the advertisements to make me sleepy.

People who leave London to
join the Army are cowards.

I'm not!

I've got a brother in America.
I'm awfully sorry for him.

He worries about me no end.

Mr Harris, can I sit down for
a few minutes? I feel a bit dizzy.

Of course, sit down.

Say, what time does this train
get to Uxbridge?

Uxbridge? Don't tell me
this train goes tu Uxbridge!

Oh, don't keep moving
and sit down, Percy.

- It goes to Reading. I've asked 5 times.
- Am I on the wrong train?

I wish you sit still, Percy.

- I've told you not to speak to me.
- What's the matter? What did you say?

I can't hear you.

He didn't look to me like a man
who get on the wrong train.

Harris... Harris... don't go!

He's got green.
Pull the cord to stop the train, Percy.

Hello, Salami.

Oh, you're a nice dog. What are you
doing here? How did you get in here?

- There is! The thief!
- Did you take her dog?

Take him?
No, he was in here when I came.

Don't believe a word he says.

Please ask this lady to go away.
You'll have to go with her, Salami.

You're a dog filcher! Arrest him!

Now then, lady, that's enough. You've
got your dog, now take it and hop it.

I told you before to keep
your hands off me.

You got eyes in your head.

What's he been up to all night?

Every time the siren goes,
he disappears into the streets.

What does he do out there in the dark?

What do these strange people do
sneaking in and out of his shop?

He's a suspicious character.
Arrest him!

Now, come on, lady,
leave him alone.

Just take her name and address, officer.

Inspector Harris, Scotland Yard.

- She says he snatched her dog.
- Of course he did.

What, if there's to be a trial,
I'll use you as a witness.

Well, do you hear that?

You can count on me, inspector.

I can tell you one or two things
about him that'll astonish you.

Well, thank you. You just go along with
the officer now. You wait outside.

So you missed the train to Uxbridge, uh?

Yes, it's strange that I got on the wrong
one, isn't it? I don't often do that.

- Must've been the blackout.
- Hmm, well, it's convincing.

Mr Rawlings, why did you want
to go to Uxbridge?

- Is this a cross-examination?
- No, not at all.

- You mind if I run upstairs a moment?
- Who is upstairs?

- A girl I know.
- Oh!

You won't... run away, will you?

You mean climb upon the roof
and jump over to the street?

- No. Why should I?
- I don't think you would.

- Fancy breakfast?
- Well, I could do with a dish of tea.

Oh, that's right. I'm making it
if you wanna run along.

- Make yourself at home, inspector.
- Thank you.

Hello.

I'm afraid there isn't any sugar left,
inspector. Maybe a little milk.,

Solid.

Don't you worry about the sugar because
I... I carry the family ration with me.

My wife's orders.

I dassent leave it at home. She's
on a diet and it's too tempting for her.

- Thank you.
- Take another one. She can spare it.

Thanks.

Well, what can I do for you, inspector?

I took the liberty of examining
your case. It's empty.

Yes, I was on my way to Uxbridge
to pick up something.

Oh, may I ask what?

May I refuse to answer?

Of course, I... I was just curious,
that's all.

Can I trust your sense
of propriety, inspector?

I think so.

- I went to pick up some tobacco.
- Tobacco?

I obtain it for my old customers.
Illegaly.

- Oh, I see.
- You didn't come to ask me that, did you?

What was it, then?

I think you are the blackout murderer.

- Yes.
- I suppose you have some proof.

Oh, enough for me.
Not enough for a judge.

That's interesting.
What is it?

Well, according to the bummy old girlie,

you left the shop frequently
during raids.

I don't deny it.

Well, Sterling the lawyer and Peterson
were killed during raids.

And I saw you with my own eyes
next to Caldwell on the train.

- Caldwell?
- Oh, you never saw him, uh?

- Never.
- Do you mind?

Go ahead.

Oh, pre-war tobacco, uh?
It's got a beautiful texture.

You know? Your deduction
is very interesting, inspector.

But it sounds rather contrived.

You will have to begin with a theory to
arrive at a conclusion, don't we?

Oh, it's very cleverly put. You know,
I admire you. You're an educated man.

Aren't you?

No, but I've managed to hang
most of my suspects without it.

Too much education impedes
the natural instincts.

It's a bit too neat for me.

What was your profession before you
became a tobacconist, Mr Rawlings?

- Have a guess, Mr Holmes.
- All right, I'd say medical profession.

A doctor?

Well, it seems as though
the blackout murders

were committed by someone
with medical knowledge.

Is it difficult to find all about it
in these days of first aid courses?

I'll let you see for a bit.

A former medical man owns a tobacco
shop. He has no visible means of income.

He frequently leaves that shop
during raids

and he kills people with
an hypodermic needle.

Full of poison, which only
a doctor can obtain.

Unknown people inform him of
the whereabouts of his victims,

so that he can complete his attack
without detection.

- Now, how's that?
- Frightening.

Frightening?

I can already feel the hangman's
noose around the neck.

- You can?
- Just loosely.

The demented blackout murderer never
robs his victims. What's his motiva?

Motive.

That's the sticker.
That's what I expect you to tell me.

Glad to be of service, inspector.

- Have you seen this?
- The morning paper? Not yet.

Blackout murderer killed by lawyer.

The man who forced his way into Mr
Oliver Madison's home in Percy Square,

was shot and killed last night by Mr
Madison, who trapped him in the library.

Before he died, the man
confessed murdering

Alfred Sterling, the lawyer
at Grey's Inn.

and also Henrik Peterson,
a scandinavian industrialist.

He was identified as George Sandley.

He refused to give the reasons
for his murders.

His body was taken to the mortuary.

Well...

It shows you how a theory can
blow up in your face, uh?

- Better luck next time, inspector.
- Thank you.

You know, I don't think I'd make a very
good detective nowadays, Mr Rawlings.

It seems only important
to track down some chap

who have murdered another
with an hypodermic needle

when thousands of people are losing
their lives every day.

But I'm sorry, I put you in the spot.

It's all right. It was an experience,
if not a pleasure.

Mr Rawlings, I... I've found
this on my pillow

and I was so afraid you might
be gone already.

Oh, this is miss Tillet,
Inspector... Harris?

That's right. How do you do?

- Eh, are you thinking of leaving?
- Yes, just for a few days.

- Well, I must be leaving too.
- I wish to see you again, inspector.

I think it's very unlikely, but thanks
again for the tea and the tobacco.

Good-bye.

I'm sorry, I... I didn't know
you had a visitor.

He was from Scotland Yard.

It isn't your fault, Mary.

The blackout murderer.

I think he could've saved his life

if they'd operated
instead of questioning him.

Then, what's the use?
They'd have hanged him anyhow.

Well, thank you, doctor
for letting me see him.

I'm glad he's not the man
you were looking for.

No, he's the wrong man.

Hello.

I didn't expect to see you again
so soon, inspector.

I know you didn't.
Friend of yours?

In a way. He's the man who
got me out of a tight spot.

- But not quite, Dr. Vernon.
- Vernon?

You're the Dr. Vernon who disappeared
in 1925 after having murdered his wife.

Is it another theory
of yours, inspector?

No. No, this time is
the self-evident truth.

Your fingerprints on the newspaper
gave you away, Vernon.

- I suppose I'm under arrest.
- Yeah, that's right.

I don't think you'll run away.

It would be difficult to get very far
in this tight little island.

I think so.

Oh, thank you.

Do you still persist
in defending yourself?

You may still ask for a
counsel for defence.

My Lord, my case cannot be defended.
It can only be understood.

You, John Vernon, alias Jack Rawlings,
are charged with the murder

of your wife Katherine Vernon,
on March the 25th, 1925,

also with the murders of Alfred Sterling,
Henrik Peterson and Eugene Caldwell.

Are you guilty or not guilty?

Yes, I admit to all those charges,
but I plead not guilty.

Now he's going to talk himself out of it.
That dog snatcher!

Are you being deliberately ambiguous?
What do you mean?

There are hundreds of reasons
why my wife had no right to live.

I'm afraid you'll have to be
more explicit.

I'm sure most of them were contained
in the Court record of her death.

What you won't find recorded is the fact
that she drove at least 2 men to suicide.

Why does the accused owes that he has the
right to take the law into his own hands?

Those men were my friends.

I took certain measures against crimes

which the written law
is helpless to deal with.

Your defence certainly is unique
and extraordinary.

Did it ever enter your mind that you
were jealous of your wife?

Yes, I'd tell you a thousand reasons
into my mind,

but as far the law is concerned, none
of them would excuse the fact that...

...I put an end to her life.

You confess that you murdered her?

To me, my lord, murder implies killing
for some form of personal gain.

I had no selfish reasons.

You disappeared after your wife's murder

and returned years later,
assuming another name.

Yes.

You associated with a George Sandley
who was shot in Mr Madison's house.

Yes.

Did you know that he confessed
to the murders of those people?

Yes, he wanted to prevent suspicions
from falling on me.

He wanted to enable me to carry on
with the task that we've set ourselves.

- What was that?
- It takes a lot of explanation.

That's what the accused is here for,
I presume.

I believe inspector Harris was present
in the train before Caldwell died.

That's right, sir.
I followed the accused to his home.

May I ask if you had completed the
program of your atrocities?

Oh, no.
Mr Madison was the next on our list

I've never seen this man
in my life before.

He's insane.
He has no reason to murder me.

Don't you remember me in the air-raid
shelter, in Rathbourne Place?

The warden recognizes me, I'm sure.

I don't know really.
I only saw him in the dark.

If the accused intends
to incriminate himself,

he's doing it much more thoroughly
than I could, my lord.

- How did you commit these murders?
- I used a hypodermic injection.

- It's simple and effective.
- Where did you hide the hypodermic?

I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

Will you, please, clarify your motives?

I'll try, my lord.

At the beginning of these proceedings,

the usher asked if anyone could inform
my lords the King justices

or the King's Attorney General
of any treason.

My lord, I think I can.

That man and his accomplices are
enemies of our country.

They're traitors and seditionists.

Peterson had come from Berlin
with a peace proposal.

My lord, his object wasn't peace.

His object was to destroy the unity
of our country.

Madison was one of the go-betweens.

I object, my lord.
This man is on trial, not I.

I have ample proof of his activities.

Were his crimes punishable
according to our code of laws?

I think we will have to continue
this session in camera,

as the security of the State
is involved.

Everybody but the jury,
the accused, Mr Madison,

Mr Harris and the counselors
will leave.

But Your Lordship must allow me
to inform my lawyer.

You are under the jurisdiction
of this court and you will stay.

I'm sure he's getting his head
out of the noose.

I want to see him hanged.

I'd like to see him live, lady.

I wouldn't mind seeing some other
people swing though. I really wouldn't.

- Are you sorry for him?
- Sorry?

We all muddle along blindly.

And now seems to me that
more blind and muddled than ever.

Peter, what do you mean?

We have to pay a terrible price for
this sin of lack of intelligence.

Listen.

With some intelligence,
the world could have avoided that.

Rawlings is the only one
with real courage among us.

You can't save the world
by killing people.

He's a patriot.
He knew he would have to die.

...And I was preparing to leave
for Berlin when Caldwell was killed.

- Is that all?
- Yes, my lord. That's all.

Oliver Madison, I arrest you
in the name of the King.

May I inform Your Lordship
that the raid is terminated?

We can proceed to the courtroom.

You leave us alone for a moment.

- Mr Vernon.
- Yes, Your Lordship.

The English law recognizes only
guilt or innocence.

A man guilty of murder
must be condemned to death.

- And you are guilty.
- Yes, Your Lordship.

My duty would be to pass upon you
the only sentence the law knows

for the crimen to which
you have confessed.

Between our civilized world and chaos
stands nothing but the book of law.

If the book should lose its meaning,

we would've lost the very backbone
of our strength.

- It is this book we are fighting for.
- I'm aware of that, Your Lordship.

May I say good-bye to my friends?

Thank you, Mary for not giving me away.
And you, Peter...

- Here! Hold on there!
- It's only a pipe.

Somebody may be able to make use of it.

Some Rawling's special in my shop
that goes with it.

Thank you, Jack.

Good luck to both.

No, Peter!

- All clear, Mary?
- All clear.

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