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No, no!

Yes?

Come on, dear.

- What do you think you're doing?
- In you go, darling!

- Pardon me, all.
- Here! What you...

Hello? What's going on here?

What are you lot doing in here?

Shut up! Shut up!

Stand over there and you won't get hurt.

Come on. Wait here.

- Mind what you're doing!
- Oh, darling, keep still.

Well, I'd say that somebody
doesn't like you, Mr. Moffat.

Inspector Sayers. Who sent for you?

Someone with more sense than you, obviously.
Who was it, Frankie Farmer?

Wasn't like that at all.

Some of the members got excited
and started a bit of a ruck.

Oh, sure, sure.

Are you going to pay them
what they want now?

And if I don't? How many men can you spare
to guard me for the rest of my life?

Are you going to make a charge about this?

What do you think?

Come on.

If some of these people had the guts
to take 'em to court,

we'd cut this protection racket in two
before it got off the ground.

Well, you heard him.
We can't watch 'em round the clock.

It's a nasty alternative.

Want to do anything about Frankie?

If you've got nothing better on,
you might tail him up tonight.

Any idea where he is?

My information is, he's usually at
Maggie Seely's place about this time.

Why can't these villains
work decent hours?

You know, that's the third club
he's done this week.

Things are hotting up.

What we want's an iron man in this town.

Someone like old Percy Sillitoe
up in Sheffield.

- Remember?
- Yeah.

What we want are laws designed to catch
villains and not hamper the police.

Now drive on, Macduff, and less chat.

I've got to work out
an explanation for the wife

why I haven't been home
before midnight all month.

Well, what do you think?

I think you're in trouble, Mr. Wingrove.

Well, of course I am.
That's why I've come to you.

I can't help you, my friend.

Look, all I need is £20,000
to bridge the gap.

You've raised more than that in the past.

Oh, yes, very much more, but only
when the risk was infinitesimal.

I can't recommend investment in a company
like Wingrove Construction,

not on these figures.

But we're under way.
The contracts have all been signed.

We've been working on the building
for a month now.

You've got a tight schedule, Mr. Wingrove.

In my opinion, you'll be extremely lucky
to complete on time.

And look at that penalty clause
if you overrun.

£2,000 a week.

We won't overrun,
there's too much at stake.

All the same,

I'm sorry.

Miss Rush.

Yes, Mr. Zhernikov.

Would you get Mr. Wingrove
his hat and coat, please?

Yes, sir.

But haven't you got any suggestions?

How am I going to get out of this?

Mr. Wingrove, I'm an accountant
not Houdini.

- But one word from you...
- Words are but sands.

Money buys lands.
An old Russian proverb.

See Harvey Gonning.
He's got resources.

Goodbye, Mr. Wingrove.

I laughed at love

But I'm not laughing

Now

Anya, please.

In moderation, huh?

Everything in moderation.

I'm sorry, darling.

- How's it going?
- Waldo...

Can't you help me to get some work?

I know I'm ready.

- Yes, Miss Rush?
- Oh, Mr. Foulcher telephoned earlier, sir.

- He wants to make an appointment.
- Yes, Miss Rush? Go and make one then.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Miss Rush.

Did you telephone the Ministry of Labour
about a work permit for Miss Bergolin?

Oh, yes, sir.
I've made a note of it.

The granting of work permits
to foreign artists

is governed solely by the availability
of British performers

of similar talent and experience.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

So where's the problem?

Pretty girl like you
and with a voice as well.

How unique do you need to be?

No one will give me a job
without experience

and I can't get experience
without a permit.

Oh, Waldo, all I need is for someone
to give me a chance.

But I don't know anybody in
that line of business, my darling.

Or do I?

Wait.

Miss Rush.

- One moment, please.
- Mr. Foulcher?

Ask if it's convenient for me
to call at his place. What is it?

- The Taboo Club.
- Right.

- But this is a business appointment, sir.
- Well?

Well, it's just that I thought
as you never...

So, I've changed the habits of a lifetime.

Does this entitle you
to flounder like a fish?

- I'm very sorry, sir.
- Get on with it then.

Waldo, what sort of place is the Taboo?

Well, it's not exactly the Palladium,
but...

it's got a certain distinctive style
of its own, shall we say?

What a lie, what a lie!

So in love, sweet dreams, goodbye

What a marvellous lie you told me

In your arms on our wedding day

When you promised
to have and to hold me

And to love and adore all the way

When life tore us apart,
you were sure you could wait

Now you've found out
that the odds are too great

What a marvellous lie you told me

But I'll never believe you again

I hope your interest is purely
professional, Mr. Zhernikov.

I was just reflecting.

Herein lies the nub of all trade.

They've got it, we want it, so up spring
a thousand crafts to smooth the exchange.

You know what you're doing, Harry.
Sex is a wonderful thing for business.

I'm happy to say.

What a marvellous lie you told me

In your arms...

Pretty girl.
Well, if you're interested, I...

Not the way you think.
Is she good?

Well, her voice isn't so hot but she seems
to know what the customers want.

How would you like a girl with
equal sex appeal and also a voice?

You going into the agency business,
Mr. Zhernikov?

Just this once.

Well, send her down,
I'll audition her myself.

Thank you. Harry.

Audition only the voice,
not the sex appeal, huh?

This girl is my...
a relative of mine.

I wouldn't cross you,
you know that, Mr. Zhernikov.

Come right in.

And, Harry, no need to advertise
the connection, huh?

Anything you say.

So now, what did you want
to see me about?

Well, something very much in your line.

Just a little problem I've run into.

This is a problem?

It will be when the Revenue
ask where I got it.

- I'm your adviser, tell me.
- Well, let's say, insurance premiums.

Protection?

If you like.

And your own accountant
doesn't want to know, huh?

He'd have a blue fit.

He's just a straight man I use
for the legit books in the club.

What opportunities they miss,
these Scout masters.

I'm in a sweet position here.

On the surface.

With a club for a front,
I've got the perfect answer

for any reasonable amount
of bent income that comes my way.

But this is getting to be
an embarrassment.

I can't bank it.
The bogeys know all the strong rooms.

It's too much to write up
to gambling wins.

And if invest it, the tax boys
will find out eventually.

If I leave it lying around here
much longer,

sure as eggs are eggs,
some crook's gonna try and lift it.

I've got a couple of companies
with international contacts.

I think I can lose it for you
through them.

What's the bite?

Twenty per cent.

I'm in your hands, Mr. Zhernikov.

All right, Harry.

- Glass of bubbly?
- No, thank you.

Tell me, how much do you make this way?

- The thick end of 300 last week.
- And net?

Hundred and forty-six.

Why so big a drop?

Legal fees, operating expenses,
boys' cut, mainly.

How many boys you got?

Three right lunatics full-time
and a dozen on reserve.

- How often do you use the reserves?
- Most of the time, lately.

Some of the other mobs are
trying to creep on to my manor.

What's the average fee
you extract from each place?

About a tenner a week, I'd say.

What kind of places?

Pubs, clubs, coffee bars,

striptease joints, car dealers,
delicatessens, things in that line.

Something the matter?

I'm getting a feeling.

I've got a nose for profit, Harry.

So have I. There's the proof.

Oh, more than that, much more.

You wouldn't be interested in this level
of operation, would you, Mr. Zhernikov?

Not as it is, but it might
become interesting.

How many gangs are working this way?

About a dozen, I'd say, but most of those
are tearaways with no organisation.

There aren't more than six real mobs.

And every one of them is wasting its time
fighting off the others, huh?

That's about the ticket, yeah.

Could you get the other
five top men together?

Together?

I suppose I could, yeah. Why?

Why?

Do you realise the potential here?

If you six split up the town between you,

think how that would increase your
turnover and reduce your outgoings.

Nah. It never work.
These are suspicious animals.

This is a job for public relations, Harry.
The theme is unity.

Form a trade union!

I don't quite get your interest,
Mr. Zhernikov.

All the boys will be in your spot,
won't they?

Well, I serve them the same way then,
at the same price, 20%.

Sounds reasonable.

This can be a once-in-a-lifetime thing,
Harry, but we've got to think big.

Listen, we'll have to make
a fighting fund,

for bribes, legal advice
and general emergencies.

We shall have to agree that each gang
puts 10% of its take into a central kitty.

I'll match whatever sum you put in for
a few months to help get things floated.

That kitty's gonna be a pretty big cat
before very long, isn't it?

Every six months we distribute it
in the form of a dividend,

leaving just enough in
for running expenses.

- Now, is this making sense, hmm?
- Oh, yeah, yeah, very much so.

Right.

Your first job then, Harry,
is to get the boys together.

Well, what's the matter?

I was just thinking, the law would go
bleedin' potty if they knew about this.

They will, when it's too late.

Come in.

- Ah, hello, Dave.
- Sir.

- What's the trouble now?
- It's Sayers again, I'm afraid, sir.

Sayers?

That man's beginning to haunt me.
What's wrong with him?

Well, he's a good officer, sir,
and his record of arrests

is better than anyone we've had
on the squad for years.

Yes, that's all very well.

Fellow seems to have
no sense of discretion.

All right. What is it this time?

The letter, sir.

- Morning, Bob.
- Morning, guv.

- Who's this?
- Replacement for Jock.

The name's Hood, sir. I'd like to say
how glad I am to be in your squad, sir.

You must be mad! Well, what's
the first disaster on the agenda, Bob?

- Nothing like that today.
- What?

No writs from indignant villains,

stating that by arresting them
while beating up some poor old cripple,

I was unlawfully invading their privacy?

You surprise me, Sergeant,
you surprise me muchly.

Message book, nothing for us there.

Well, who knows?

We may yet see the day clear for
some good old-fashioned police work.

You're in a very good mood today.

I'm always in a good mood
when it seems possible

I'll get a minute or two away
from paperwork.

Knock off a few tearaways, Bob,
you know that.

Hello.

Right, sir, I'll tell him.

The Assistant Commission of Crime
wants to see you, Sir.

Immediately.

Well, what do you think, Constable?
Should I go?

Well, I...

You planning to stay with us long?

Or is it an early retirement for you
and a book of reminiscences,

telling how you solved
all my best cases?

- Well, its...
- Hostile witness, Bob.

Only one thing for it,
get out the old rubber truncheon.

Blimey! What's up with him?

Cirrhosis of the heart, Constable.

Comes from loving your job
and an overindulgence in duty.

Don't worry, you'll never suffer from it.

Come in.

Oh, Sayers.

Sit down.

Thank you, sir.

Gunter's solicitors have
complained that you

broke into his premises
without a warrant, is that true?

I'm afraid it is, sir.

Well, they've been in touch
with a Member of Parliament,

and now we've got
the Home Office on our tails.

Well, what are they getting
so fussed about?

We found the jewels there, didn't we?

That, I grant you, goes a long way
in mitigation, Sayers.

But why take these risks?

If you'd guessed wrong, you'd have been
for the high jump after last time.

Well, we weren't guessing. We had
definite information the gear was there.

Then why didn't you take out
a warrant in the proper manner?

Well, it was midnight when I got the tip.

I couldn't find a magistrate at the hour.

I knew if we waited till morning the stuff
would all have been out of the country.

It's still unlawful entry.

Now, please try and
look at it from my side.

The detective complement is woefully
undermanned as you know.

An officer with your experience
is too valuable to lose,

even for the sake of a fence
of Gunter's calibre.

Well, he's due for PD,

that should relieve the pressure on the
detective force for the next few years.

All I'm saying, Sayers,
is play it reasonable.

For your own sake and for mine.

Well now, let's see where we stand.

What happened at that club last night?

Oh, the usual thing,
the owner wouldn't pay protection.

Can you make a charge?

Afraid not, sir,
the owner won't cooperate.

What about all these newspaper stories?

Is this protection game really spreading?

Well, at the moment, sir, they're working
in much too small groups

to be a major threat.

But if they ever get properly organised,

then we've really got to start worrying
about the shortage of manpower.

Wally never had a fiver in his life,
even a forged one!

So this old girl picks him up in Great
Windmill Street, but he was green...

- Hang on a moment, hang on.
- And all they could do him for was suss!

Yeah, I went caso with this brass and
do you know who she turned out to be?

- Hello, Alfie boy!
- Harry. What's all this about then?

You won't be wasting your time,
I promise you that.

You know everybody. Help yourself
to a drink, I won't be half a jiff.

- Go on, look who's here!
- Hello, Alfie.

- What's all the lettuce for then?
- Give it a bit of atmosphere.

Well, they're all here.

The points to stress
are the increased turnover

- and the overseas' outlets for profits.
- Right.

- Only don't mention my name, remember?
- Oh, sure.

- You don't want to be seen either, do you?
- No.

- But I would like to hear what they say.
- Oh, that's easy.

There we are. I'll see you later.

- And, Harry...
- Yes?

- The job of your life, huh?
- Leave it to me.

I oughta kill you, you know that?

At least I'd die happy, eh?

All right, boys, right.
Now, make yourselves comfortable

and I'll tell you what this
is all in aid of.

Well, if that's the case, Alf,
what's your objection?

How do I know the other mobs
will play it straight?

As I said, it's in the common interests.

Now look, the scheme covers everything.
Central information, unified command.

A pool of reserves ready to beat the hell
out of anyone trying to muscle in.

And I've got the backing
of a very, very influential party.

Someone you all know.

Well, by reputation, anyway,
but who I, obviously, can't name.

If we go in together,
we've got a right to know.

Now, believe me,
this is man is big, really big.

- You got nothing to worry about there.
- Let it ride, Alf.

- He can't say, you know that.
- Yeah, sure.

What territory have you given me again?

We've all got roughly the same area
as we operate on as it is.

But you know as well as I do, there's
always young teds and tearaways

ready to make a name for themselves
on any manor.

Now, this way, once we've agreed
who's top man in that section,

all the rest of us help him
put the block on any invaders.

We all work to support each other.

Let's cut the cackle. It's a natural.

Well, I'm in for a start.

Anybody else?

I'm with you.

All right, count me in.

I'm with you, Harry.

Well, Alfie, how about you?

I like the idea of a syndicate all right.

- But who runs it?
- I do, but out in the open.

We'll have meetings every month.
You can see the books any time you like.

And all decisions are subject
to a majority vote.

- Fair enough?
- Fair enough!

- Only fair, Harry.
- Come on, Alfie.

What are we risking?
Ten per cent of our take.

And if you don't like what I'm doing,

you can swing the vote against me
and change the policy.

Well, that's democracy, boys.

Oh, come on, let's not waste
any more time.

I just like to know what
I'm getting into, that's all.

All right, you got me.

Right then, that's the lot.

Right, we start operating as from now

and the first board meeting
will be in four weeks from today.

- Right?
- Right.

Right, get stuck into the drinks, boys.
Enjoy yourselves.

Looks like we're on
a winner here, boy.

That's the general idea. You got
nothing to worry about, I promise you that.

Well, you know me.
I don't like to do anything blind.

See you in a month then, eh?

I'll be on blower long before that.
We got get the details ironed out.

Straight down, will you, on the way out?
All right, see you later.

Well, did you hear that?

I didn't know you had a such
a command of language.

Alfie Peters looked like being a bit dodgy
out there for a bit, you know.

He could have swayed them
if he'd been allowed to.

They are businessmen.
They can see the advantages.

Yeah, it was touch and go. I had to work
on them, you know, Waldo... Mr. Zhernikov.

If it's a strain, Waldo will do
now that we are partners.

One thing, we've got to
keep out of the news.

No more of this strong-arm stuff,
except as a last resort.

That's gonna be a bit tricky. Some
of these boys are lively with the cosh.

They can be taught.
Who controls them on the job?

Tanky Thomas.

No good.

We need someone with more finesse,
tough but intelligent.

- That's a tall order in this game.
- Recruit from outside then.

Bend a straight man a little,
if necessary.

I've got the very merchant.

Tough?

Very.

But not violent, huh?

Oh, not violent at all.

Except when he has to be.

Pretty good. We'll add a stronger sweep
with the right leg this time, OK?

- Do you want to go on?
- No. No, thanks, Ollie.

No, Wally's seeing the specialist today
and I want to get back there.

- I want to hear the verdict.
- Do you think he'll be OK?

- Oh, yeah, just takes a bit of time.
- See you Tuesday.

So long, Paddy.

Hands together. That's right.

Right underneath the chin, OK?
Once more.

- Hi, Salty.
- Hi, Sadie.

- Is he here?
- Yes, in the shower.

Now, where were we?

Pay attention.

Hi!

I said hi!

Hi! Come on in!

- Are you decent?
- Ah, only when I have to be.

- What time are you working?
- I've got to be in at nine for rehearsal.

Where we going?

I want to be there when Wally gets back.
Do you mind?

How is he?

I don't know yet.

Ask him.

Paddy?

He's inside.

No, you stay here.

- Hello, Paddy.
- Hello, Harry boy.

Don't tell me you come down here
to take weight off.

The customers like you just as you are.

Well, if that's true, why you are taking
away my second number?

It's nothing personal. I've just got
a new girl I wanna try out, that's all.

You got a minute?

Sure.

I'll wait for you in the car, Paddy.

Wally be back on the job soon?

- I'm hearing tonight.
- Good.

How'd you like to branch out,
try something new?

- Like what?
- Insurance.

Thanks all the same but I've never been
one for carving up barmaids with a chiv.

One of your pals is in with us.

Alfie Peters.

- But he's got a team of his own.
- All the mobs are coming in with me.

Then you must have a silver tongue,
knowing that lot.

Well, they're not fools. They can
see the advantage. How about you?

- Sorry, it's not my poison.
- Now, don't jump to conclusions.

The rough stuff is out.
We're after a new style of operator.

I appreciate the offer, Harry boy.

But I'm a climber. That's all I know,
that's all I want to know.

Besides, there's Wally. We don't go
for that sort of stuff and you know it.

My offer was to you, not Wally.

- We're a team, you know that.
- He broke his hip, didn't he?

It's healing.

He'll be in business again within weeks.
Anyway, thanks for the offer.

- Remember, if you change your mind...
- I'll remember.

Goodnight.

- No sale, guv?
- Not yet.

But he doesn't know what I know.

- But for how long?
- I told you, for the rest of my life!

- Why didn't they say all this before?
- Look...

while there was a chance of it healing
properly, he didn't want to upset me.

Well, I don't believe it.

We'll see another quack.
We'll get the best.

You'll see, you'll be back
on your pins in no time.

Kid, kid, it's no good.
Look, he showed me the X-rays.

The fall twisted something.
Anyway, it's hopeless.

Look, look, get me a drink, will you?

And make it neat.

- Well, I think it was my fault.
- Ah, shut up!

- Well, how can I forget?
- Shut up!

It's over. Look, you'd have done the same
for me, so there's an end of it.

What a turn up. What a lousy turn up!

Here.

Well...

I suppose I'll have to start thinking
of a way of earning my living now.

Well, what's the matter with you?
We're partners, aren't we?

I can make enough for the both of us.

Look, I don't fancy myself
as a pensioner, boy.

You always planned the jobs, didn't you?

Well, we'll carry on the same way,
splitting down the middle.

- It wouldn't work.
- Of course it would!

Leave me alone, will you, Paddy?
I've got things to think about, eh?

Shall I put the bottle by you?

I may be a cripple, boy,
but I'm not a corpse.

The day I'm too far gone
to reach for my own liquor

is the day you can start thinking
of buying me a wreath.

Why did it have to be him?

At least he can get about.

That's something to be grateful for.

Get about? I've seen that man go up
the side of a house like a ladder.

- And it's my fault.
- No, Paddy, no.

You did everything you could.
You got him away.

Yes! And I'm walking about.

And look at him.

Come on.

I don't have to be in yet.

There's something
I've got to see Harry about.

Paddy!

You're not going to get mixed up
in that business of his?

I've got to get Wally the comforts,
haven't I?

Where else can I pick up
that kind of money in a hurry?

Come on, come on.

You might tell Foulcher if I'm gonna pay
for protection, I expect to get it.

What's that supposed to mean?

Some young yobos have been hanging
about here recently, dropping hints.

- You know their names?
- One of them's called Sid something.

- Spencer?
- Yeah.

- We'll look after it.
- You'd better, I'm paying enough!

Come on, Nero.

Hey, Mario, Mario!
What's the matter? These oranges are bad.

Hello?

Senor Sanchetti, for you.

All right! All right!

Hello, Sanchetti speaking.

I represent the Mutual Protection
Insurance Company.

I spoke to you last week.

I told you then,
I've got a policy already.

No, not the kind I'm offering.
Those drunks who broke your window...

for example.

We specialise in that kind of hazard.

It's covered already.

How about non-payment of bills,
damage from fights?

I told you, I don't want
nothing like that.

I've got no trouble at my place.

Not yet, Sanchetti, but you will.

Think it over.

How about that, eh?

Now?

Oh, dear!

Whose bint
do you think you're groping!

- Oh, no!
- Oh, yes, you did!

- You dirty great baboon!
- She don't know what she's talking about!

You touch her again,
I'll carve your ears off!

Ah, you will, will you?

Go on, Nero!

Oh, mamma mia!

Such a thing never happened before.

Never!

Such a lot of rough people
about these days.

Is very nice of you
to say so, sir, but not here.

Never before!

Once doesn't matter, Sanchetti,
but if it happened every night,

think how that could affect business.

Come on!
Go on, Nero! Slug him!

- You are the man on the phone.
- Himself.

Go on, Nero, slug him!

Go on, Nero! Hit him!

You lousy big ape!

What are you doing?
You're ruining my business!

I'll pay!

Please stop them. Please stop them!

Come on, you two, break it up!

No lady's worth spoiling your dinner for.

Now, why don't you shake hands and let the
good people enjoy their dinner in peace?

You know, Sanchetti,
the chow isn't at all bad here.

If only you had a better
class of customer,

this would be quite the place.

How much?

Our representatives will call on you
tomorrow and discuss terms.

Come on.

Goodnight.

Is that for me?

Harry.

- Who's the new thrush.
- A Frenchie.

- I must promote the Entente Cordiale.
- I didn't know you spoke the lingo.

I've got a pen pal in the Foreign Legion.

- OK, Anya, that's fine.
- Thank you.

Sadie, girls.

All up here, please.

Bonjour tristesse and Vive La France.

My parents were Russian.

Khrushchev for king
is another of my pet phrases.

White Russian.

All right, I'm colour blind.

Where do you think
we ought to take it from now?

From the reprise.

- You think you'll like it here?
- If they like me.

- Oh, they wil.
- How can you be sure?

You've got the sort of talent
that they appreciate.

Anya!

Can we try it together?

- Excuse me, please, I must go.
- Oh, there'll be other times.

Thank you, Eddie.

- All right, get after them.
- Right.

How many stops is that?

Today?

Oh, let's see...

Four restaurants, five pubs,

three coffee bars, two delicatessens.

Busy boys.

Who collects the squeeze,
apart from those two?

- Tanky Thomas, generally.
- When?

Fridays.
They're getting really organised.

Yeah.

They've still no idea who the big boy
behind Foulcher is?

Not a clue.

Now, what would a straight
up-and-down villain like Damion

be getting mixed up with
a mucky racket like this for?

Money, I suppose.

He did all right out of
that climbing act of his.

We haven't nicked him at it
for five years.

Is Wally Smith in on this?

The divisional boys say
that fall crippled him for life.

Paddy never worked without him,
perhaps that accounts for it.

- Do you want to nick him?
- No, it's early days yet.

First, I think we'll go and exchange
a little saliva with Senor Sanchetti.

You know what?
Klipici for number three.

Si.

Mr. Sayers! And how are you?

Business good, Sanchetti?

Oh, nothing to grumble about, Mr. Sayers,
nothing to grumble about.

You heard of a boy called Paddy Damion?

Damion?

No, I never.

Six foot one, well-built,
black hair, brown eyes?

Wearing a camel-hair overcoat?

No, I never seen him.

- Sorry.
- That's funny, he just walked out of here.

Oh, you know how it is, Mr. Sayers?

We get so many people in here,
it's impossible to remember them all.

They eat their food,
they pay their bill, they go hay-way.

Well, this one didn't eat,
didn't get a bill...

and you pay him to go hay-way.

I don't know what you mean?

Are you a British citizen, Sanchetti?

I have permit residence since 20 years!

You qualify for National Health then.

If you take my advice,
you'll see a doctor.

You got a severe dose of amnesia
in the pre-frontal lobes,

coupled with a chronic flutter
of the lower patellas.

- You ready to see Foulcher now?
- Oh, not yet, Bob.

I think I'll go back to the office and
gloat on the terror I strike into people.

You certainly shook that one all right.

By the way, what's chronic flutter
of the lower patellas?

In coppers English, it means
he's a yellow-bellied bastard

and his knees knock.

I laughed at love
until you came along

I laughed at love,
no you to prove me wrong

The moon in June and love in bloom

Was silly fairy tales

A precious lof of tummy rot

For crazy, mixed-up females

I laughed at love
and now it's all so late

To find I need the things
I used to hate...

- So long, sport.
- Oh, have a drink.

No, not tonight.

- No, one of the kids is sick.
- Oh, another time then.

Yeah. Yes, you, me and Wally ought to
go out on a booze-up one of these nights.

- Revive old memories.
- Oh, whenever you're free then.

He can get round on them
sticks of his, can't he?

Oh, he bounds about
like a trampoline artist.

- Bit of bad that business.
- Yeah.

Well, good to have you in the team, boy.
Look after yourself.

- Hope the kid gets better.
- Thanks.

- See ya.
- Bye.

But master...

Of none!

I laughed at love

Sophisticated, slick

I thought I knew

Each move, each lovesick trick

Now all I care for is to share your arms
somewhere, somehow

I laughed at love but I'm not

Laughing now

I laughed at love

- But I'm not...
- So long, Harry.

See you, Lippy.

Laughing now

They like her.

Have I ever recommended anything
but a guilt-edged investment?

How did they react?

How would you think with
a take quadrupled in a month?

- And Peters?
- Like a kid with his first cosh.

Well, bung-ho, as the coppers say.

Who's that man?

Paddy Damion, remember?

- Interesting face.
- He's a good boy, Paddy.

Gonna keep his mouth?

He used to be the best cat burglar
in the business.

You don't get far in that lark
with verbal diarrhoea.

Bring him to my place,
tomorrow at six.

Is that wise?

I've been thinking. Now that
we've got a little empire going...

- We ought to start showing the flag.
- Well, what does that mean?

I'll tell you tomorrow.

You going? What about Anya?

She came all the way
from Algiers on her own.

She should be able to find her
way back to Hampstead tonight.

Besides, I think she's got company.

And so have I. Excuse me.

- Didn't I tell you?
- Oh, they were very kind.

- Skol!
- Skol!

Thank you for the stockings and the note.

Well, the spelling may have
been a bit rough but...

- The sentiments were from the heart.
- I hoped that.

Are you feeling strong?

Oh, yes.

Oh, thank you. I enjoyed that.

Let's do something tomorrow.

- That would be very pleasant.
- I know what!

Anya!

Anya, come here
and meet a friend of mine.

- Well, excuse me.
- See you at dinner time tomorrow.

But you don't know where I live.

You give your address
to Jim the head waiter.

- One o'clock then.
- I shall look forward to that.

- Anya, this is Lord Buncholme.
- Hello.

- Oh, hello. How do you do?
- How do you do? Do sit down.

Hello then.

- Enjoying yourself?
- She seems a sweet kid.

I'd feel more warmth
if she hadn't stolen my number.

- Well, you can hardly blame her for that.
- Try me.

Now why the black mood?

- Just because I danced with her?
- So that's what you were doing?

You don't think I fancy her, do you?

The thought never crossed my mind.

Too skinny.

Paddy, you certainly had me fooled.

All right, drop it!

Now, come on, take off that shroud.
We're going on a mystery tour.

- Where to?
- There's only one way to find out.

Come on, let's get the coats.

- Goodnight, Jim!
- Goodnight, Jim!

Goodnight, Sadie. Paddy.

The French bit left this for you.

- Good afternoon, Miss Bergolin.
- Is Mr. Zhernikov in?

- I'll tell him you're here.
- Thank you.

But we're under way.
The contracts have all been signed.

We've been working on
the building for a month now.

You've got
a tight schedule, Mr. Wingrove.

In my opinion, you'll be extremely lucky
to complete on time.

And look at that penalty clause
if you overrun. £2,000 a week.

We won't overrun.

Yes, Miss Rush?

Miss Bergolin is here.

Thank you.

You had a great triumph, my darling.
Congratulations.

- I looked for you afterwards.
- Did you? I had an appointment.

But I spoke to Harry.
He was very pleased.

He's going to book me
for the run of the show.

Marvellous.
What about the permit?

- He's getting it extended.
- Good.

So now my little Anya is
really launched on her career.

Thanks to you.

Tell me, dancing with the customers,
is that also part of your duties?

Only if I want to.

And you wanted to with
young Mr. Damion, hmm?

He sent me stockings to wish me luck.

Do you find him interesting?

He's not unattractive for an Englishman.

But not as interesting as you, Waldo.

Oh, please, darling.

You know I don't regard you
as my sole property.

Does he have an occupation?

He's a partner of Mr. Foulcher, I think.

I see him in the club all the time.

You're not jealous, are you, Waldo?

Oh, madly, madly, but...

I also happen to be doing
a little business with Harry

and this boy is involved. It would be
convenient to know something about him.

It would be a pleasure.

There's no call for an excess of zeal,
you understand?

Just a friendship.

Come on, come on, come on.

What's all the rush?
I'm sweating like a pig!

He gets very upset if you're late.

- I could do with a drink.
- You won't get one here.

He hasn't bought a round for 20 years.

- What do I call him?
- Well, he's Waldo to me.

- But you'd better call him Mr. Zhernikov.
- Mr. Which-A-Cough?

Never mind, just mumble something
and watch your language.

This isn't the local spieler, you know.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon, Mr. Foulcher.

- Mr. Zhernikov, please.
- Will you come in?

Thank you.

This way, my dear,
I've got some visitors coming.

Miss Rush will show you out and...

Let me know how you get on
with our young friend.

I will.

Bye, Waldo.

Come in.

Mr. Foulcher and Mr. Damion, sir.

Ah, hello, Waldo. Good to see you.

Your promptness is a lesson to us all.

Well, you know what I'm like
about business, Waldo.

By the way, this is Paddy Damion.

- Please to meet you.
- Oh, yes, I've heard about you.

Are you interested in medieval armour,
Mr. Damion?

I don't know very much about it.

I spent a lifetime collecting
some of these gadgets.

This was probably used in
the Tower of London, about 1600.

It's a thumb screw.

Feel the work in this.
They were craftsmen in those days.

- Marvellous!
- Can you lift it?

He's a strong boy, this one.

I shouldn't like to do it for long.

They used to fight all day with that on.

They must have sw...

perspired like fury.

You suffer from the taint of gentility,
Mr. Damion.

The word is sweat.

Now, do you know what
I called you here for?

Yes. Harry said something
about a development.

Gentlemen, I look upon your activities
as my little hobby enterprise.

Sit down. And I've been given it
some very careful thought.

The basic machine we have created
is running smoothly.

Profits are both regular
and satisfactory.

But we have come to a crossroads.

So what do we do now, Mr. Damion?

Oh, I'm sure you can tell us.

Expand.

That's what I would advise a client
and that's what I would advise for us.

We've about scooped the platter clean
in my area, Waldo.

We can't squeeze 'em much more.

No, I think Mr... means
expand in a different direction.

Exactly.

Consider how we stand?

We now make an average of £15 a week
per unit establishment.

It's not a great deal, but the merit lies
in regularity and in quantity.

Now, what I propose is...

much larger sums,

extracted only once,

- from different types of organisation.
- Such as?

This is the plan of an office block
going up in the Chiswick area,

built by the Wingrove Construction Company
at a cost of £239,000.

Completion date is in four weeks.

They've had some delays, but...

they can just do it now
if nothing else goes wrong.

If it does...

they have to pay a penalty
of £2,000 a week.

How does this affect us?

It shouldn't be impossible for
Mr. Damion and his gladiators

to delay that completion.

Now, just a minute.
This isn't a delicatessen.

It's a big combine,
they're not going to frighten easily.

I happen to know they're in a very
difficult position financially.

They couldn't afford to run
into the penalty period,

what with overage,
bank interest and surcharges.

- What do we get out of it?
- Five thousand, I should say.

Five grand?

In pounds?

I told you it was a development.

What is the modus operandi?

How do we delay a building project?

There are ways.
It's not as difficult as you think.

The rest of the syndicate,
are they in on this?

- Not at this stage.
- Well, that's a bit dodgy, isn't it?

Let's see how it works first.

Because if it does, there's
a whole new world opening up for us,

from which they'll all benefit too.

We won't be bothering with single units
any more. We'll go for chain stores,

brewers with hundreds of pubs.

Dry cleaning organisations, cinemas.

Dealing always with
the head offices direct.

Consider how vulnerable a chain of
dry cleaners with 70 branches would be.

Where would we strike next?

Neither of you is temperance, I take it?

Do you really think it would work?

Work?

So confident am I that
I'm going to propose a little toast.

To the Jonathan Wingrove
Construction Company

and to our friend here, who is going to
make them, what is the word, Mr. Damion?

Sweat.

Exactly.

- Well?
- He'll play.

You're sure he knows the drill now?
No strike action.

- Just accidents and delays.
- He's with it.

- Good lad.
- What now?

The classic military move, my boy.
Hit the lines of supply.

It's blackmail then?

- There's no doubt about it, sir.
- Well, you're the security officer.

Look at the facts.

This man forecast we'd have two days
clear of accidents and delays.

And we did.

Then he phoned Mr. Tyson

and he suggested he take out a policy
to cover all these things.

And when Mr. Tyson refused,
it all started up again.

They seem to know exactly
where and how to hurt us most.

They've successfully delayed deliveries
of our most vital materials.

Thrown the whole schedule out of balance
and not just haphazardly either.

How do we stand for time?

We shan't make completion
or anything like it.

What about the police?

Well, sir, as an ex-Yard man myself,
I'd naturally prefer to call them in.

But if we're thinking of the firm,
I don't see how it could help us.

There's no effective way
of preventing these incidents

without an army of police on the job.

And they certainly couldn't spare us that.

Is he out there now?

Yes.

All right, Miss Haywood, show him in.

- Mr. Damion, sir.
- Thank you very much.

Well, gentlemen, I'm glad to see
you've decided to do the sensible thing.

Well, now...

shall we get down to business?

Oh, I think it's a lovely flat!

But you'll have to get rid of that.
It's awful!

- Do you think so?
- Bloody horrible! Where'd you get it?

- Nero.
- What's she going on about, boy?

I'm giving him the benefit of
a woman's advice about furnishing.

Oh, watch it, cocker, watch it!
I know her. She's making plans.

You can't expect the boy to know. It's the
first time he's had a place of his own.

What about The Ville? Had a place
of your own then, didn't you, son?

That was until me and Wally
moved in the cell with him.

Oh, leave off, Alf!

- He asked for my advice and I gave it.
- All right, ducky, all right! No.

Paddy!

Anya.

Hang on, you two, I'll be back.

- Hello, Anya.
- Hello, Paddy.

Come in.

- Here are, Wally love, have one of these.
- Thanks, love.

Hello, Wally!

Oh, gosh, am I pooped.

- Did you do the chow by yourself?
- All three tons of it!

Well, these... these rolls are spot on.

Stay afterwards?

- What about Sadie?
- I'll fix that.

All right.

What's that?

That's Harry's status symbol.

The Honourable Clarissa
Somebody Hyphen Something.

She's got a family tree a mile high.

Looks as if she just climbed down from it.

- Here, host! We're out of wallop!
- There's a whole crate in the kitchen.

What am I then, the bleedin' butler?

Don't go away.

Don't hurry, I'll stay and parlez-vous
with the mademoiselle.

You speak French?

Well, how's things in South London then?

- Same as always, under control.
- I don't know what it is about Alf.

Everything I say these days
just seems to stick in his throat.

Come on, we're partners now!

Well, since you brought it up then.

What's this I hear about you doing
a building firm on your own?

Don't get anxious. Ten per cent goes
in the kitty, same as any other job.

- Still a right liberty.
- Wait till you see the figures.

That isn't the point. I didn't come into
to the syndicate for a job that size.

Oh, you're not in for the money, eh?

You just like the life.

- I bet Sophie doesn't agree with you.
- You keep Sophie out of this!

- It's me you're doing business with.
- Right-oh. All right.

If you feel so strong about it, you
can say your peace at the next meeting.

Don't think I won't.

All right then.

Clarissa, here.

- Someone may come in.
- No, they're mostly gone.

All the same, it's too public.

You're in my blood and you know it,
you French thing.

Sounds if you should see a doctor.

The only antidote to what I've got is...
homeopathic.

- What's that?
- The hair of the dog that bit me.

What if your little playmate walked in?

- She could walk right out again.
- She'd hate me.

Oh, and you care?

I don't like to make unnecessary enemies.

Well, how many necessary ones do you have?

You're really serious about
this singing lark, aren't you?

Of course! It's my profession.

- Oh, are you going?
- Bit tired, yeah.

Well, I'd run you back
but I can't leave just yet, huh?

That's all right. Tanky Thomas
is going right by my place.

Oh, good.

Sadie was looking for you
a few minutes ago.

- Excuse me, please.
- Don't go yet.

Please.

A right bastard you are!

Look, I'm not married to Sadie.

She worked like a slave
to make this cabbage go.

Couldn't you have played up a bit,
at least in front of that mob?

What's come over you, boy? This isn't
the Paddy Damion I used to know.

Your old friends never see you.
You treat Sadie like a brass.

Oh, this kind of living
gone to your head or something?

Leave off.

Well, who is this Anya?
What's so special about her, eh?

I don't know.

I really don't know!
She's got something on me, that's all.

Yeah.

Well, I can't explain it!

Hello, hello, hello!

I thought you two was
having a kip in here.

- Just coming.
- Well, come on then.

Come on, straight home! Avril!

Goodnight, Sadie.

- Where's Nero?
- He's waiting for you down the car.

You off already?

Already? It's 2:00 a.m.

Look, hang on a minute
and I'll run you back.

Thanks, but Tanky's taking me.

Goodnight, me old china.
Thanks for the booze-up.

Handsome! Coming, love?

Goodnight, Sadie. I'll see you.

- Goodnight!
- And...

- Thanks for helping.
- Any time.

Weddings, family gatherings and funerals.

Catering speciality.

I'll drop by tomorrow.

Yeah.

Do you have a pain in your head?

No. It's a bit further down.

My backers and me feel that the
Wingrove operation has set the pattern

for all our future deals.

Now, you stand on me, when you
consider that for three weeks' work

we've pulled in five grand. Five grand!

That's five ton for the kitty.

Well, it makes the normal graft
look pretty sick.

- Damn right it does!
- How do we pick these new type jobs then?

Well, we'd have to case them properly,
of course. Now, Paddy can handle that.

Well, what do you think?

- Well, I'm all for it myself.
- Yeah, me too.

- Count me in.
- Me too.

Well, I'm not!

What sold me on this caper
was the obvious fact

that it stopped poaching
and looked a right earner.

- That's still true, isn't it?
- Of course, it's true.

So why risk something we know
we can work for this pipe dream?

Well, that worked too, didn't it?

Yes, once and what does that prove?

You just think about it.

So far we've been tackling
one-man businesses.

Small operators without much pull
who just want to be left in peace.

But the minute we go for the big boys,
we're playing in the First Division.

They've got a stack of the ready,
contacts in Parliament,

enough pull all round to bring
the roof down on our heads.

You're a miserable-minded geezer, Alf.

Why don't you look on
the bright side for a change?

You oughta get a lot more bird in
before getting cocky with me, son!

Take it easy, take it easy, boy.

All right.

Now the first thing he said was that the
syndicate's got to keep out of the news.

That's right.

You think we can crack some of the
top jollies with that strong arm stuff.

- I'm damned if I...
- You're out of order, Alf!

Just shut up and let somebody else
get a word in edgeways, will you?

- Anybody here agree with him?
- No!

Right, the meeting goes against you.

- Then it will have get on without me.
- Now, wait a minute.

Nobody bows out of this syndicate, Alf.
That was established at the beginning.

And who's gonna stop me?

Now, look, we don't want to quarrel
among ourselves, do we?

Come on, Alf.
Don't behave like a spoiled kid.

We've got to do this business
in a business-like way.

The vote went against you,
you've got to learn to accept it,

- same as I would if it went against me.
- I don't have to accept nothing!

I joined this voluntary
and I'm getting out the same way.

What's all that about?

They're potty.

- Stark staring bonkers!
- You're not pulling out, are you?

So will you too if you take my advice.

They're gonna run this racket right into
the ground the way they're going on.

Come, Horse Race.

Come on.

What are we gonna do about him?

He starts up again on his own,
bang goes the truce all round.

What are we gonna do?

We've got the organisation, haven't we?

We've got the resources.

Well, we'll just buy his boys off then.

He can't do much unless
he's mob-handed now, can he, eh?

Good, that is! Good, innit?

Right, let's get down to business.

Now, then...

What's the grift then?

They're robbing his team, Mr. Sayers.

- How many have they got so far?
- About half of them, I'd say.

Anything else?

Otherwise, it's pretty quiet.

Lull before the storm.

How much is that worth, Mr. Sayers?

You know the drill, payment by results.

On my life. Mr. Sayers,
I'm risking my neck talking to you.

And don't let this form a precedent.

Thanks, guv'nor.

Be seeing you.

How I despise narks.

We'd be up the creek in this job
without them.

Oh, sure.

Looks as if they're getting ready
to move in on Peters' manor.

- Yeah, doing it cleverly though.
- Think he'll make a fight?

Well, I'll say this, if I know Alf Peters,

he won't be waiting
in any position of prayer.

- Now, have you got the drill?
- Yeah.

Now, once more.
We take 'em in groups of three.

Two of you Brummagem boys
will work under an old hand

until you get to know the town.

- Now, have you got it?
- Yeah. Right.

All right, everybody get tooled up.

We'll show Mr. Harry Bloody Foulcher
who's top man on both sides of the river.

Now, all right, let's get on with it.

- Who's the guv'nor here?
- I am. Why?

- You are, are you?
- Yeah.

Right.

That's to let you know that
I'm taking over from Foulcher.

- You can't do that!
- Can't I?

Right!

There were questions in
the House of Commons this afternoon

about the flare up of gang violence
in London's West End.

For the Government, the Home Secretary
said the outbreaks had been spasmodic

and were now completely under control.
There was no cause for undue alarm.

In reply to a question
from Mr. Geoffrey Clitherow,

he denied police powers were inadequate
or that the situation had got out of hand.

Mr. James Wheeler for the Opposition
said they were not satisfied

and would raise the matter again.

Our Parliamentary correspondent
understands that the Opposition

may table a motion censuring
the Government.

And now on a lighter note...

The maniac!
Doesn't he know what he's doing?

Government action is just
what we must not have.

Don't worry, Waldo.

They'll put a Royal Commission on,
that's the last we'll hear of it.

Well, I'm not that confident.
If Peters keeps making trouble this way,

they'll have to clamp down
to save their own faces.

It'll blow over.

Don't you realise what he's doing?

Jeopardising a racket that could bring us
in half a million pounds a year.

Half a million!

You really think it's that bad, eh?

I tell you, when it comes to investments,
I've got a nose for trouble.

We must stop this. Have you talked to him?

What's the use? He's a pig-headed old fool
when he's got a mind to be.

Can't you buy him off?

Too late.

Since he brought those yobos down
from Birmingham, he thinks he can win.

There's only one thing then, isn't there?

I thought you were against violence.

I'm against smallpox.

Should that mean I object to vaccination?

I'm gonna love this.

Harry.

Box clever.

Don't I always.

- Hello?
- Hello.

Hello, son. I'm with, you know who,
and we've been thinking.

I'm going to make on last effort
to come to terms with Alf.

- Well, that'll please me.
- That's what I thought.

That's why I rang you.
Can you lay on a meeting?

- Between you and him?
- Yeah.

And no funny stuff?

Don't be daft! This is business.

Can you fix it?

Well, if I tell him it's on the level,
he'll believe me.

Good. Soon as you can then.

Bye.

Fixed?

Fixed.

All right.

Hello, Alf.

Good to see you, boy. On your tod?

Now, you've known me
along time, Alf, right?

Too true.

Now, don't jump down my throat,
but I've got a message for you.

From Harry.

I don't want to hear anything from
that geezer except his death rattle.

No, no, this is on the square.
He just wants to talk to you.

The time for rabbiting is over.

Look, Alf, what have you got to lose
by just seeing him?

He admits he was hasty. He just wants
a chance to patch things up, that's all.

He says this present ruckus
isn't helping you or the syndicate.

Come on, Alf, give it a try.

- Is this on the straight, boy?
- I told you.

- Where is he?
- Up top.

Well, you'd better wheel him in,
hadn't you?

Good, good.

Harry?

Guv'nor.

Alfie boy, long time no see.

No hard feelings?

No feelings at all.

You old wolf! Come out of your lair.
It's me, Harry boy!

Look, what I want to ask you was this.

Is there anywhere private?

- What's in there?
- Changing room.

Let's get out of the maddening crowd,
shall we?

You lot stay out here.

You see, I never pretended
to be right all the way.

- Of course you've got a point of view...
- Light?

It's just that we've got to expand,
look to the future.

No more of this shivving and coshing
and general carry on.

It's only drawing attention to the fact
that we're putting the black on a tour.

Well, you see what I mean, Alf?

Alf?

I didn't know about this, believe me!

Leave him. He didn't know.

Get a doctor, you fools!

Too late, boy.

What's happening?

- Get out before the cops come.
- No, don't talk.

Get him for me, get him!

Chicago comes to London.

Gang fight in Soho Corral!

- Made a real feast day of it.
- I saw them, sir.

Home Office has been on the phone all
morning. Commissioner's over there now.

Press department's swamped with inquiries.

And three questions down in the House
already. How far have you got?

It was Harry Foulcher,
Paddy Damion and two of the gang.

Well, where are they now?

Well, we've got Foulcher detained
in West End Central.

- He's denying everything, of course.
- And Damion?

Damion...

We've put out a general call for him.

Well, what about the witnesses,
the other men in the gym and so forth?

We've had them in Canon Row all morning
but none of them will talk.

Foulcher's men got to them before we did.

So that's it? How soon
can you make a charge?

I can't make a case out of nothing, sir.

You'd be the first on my neck
if it didn't stick.

Sayers...

There's grave public concern
over this case.

Not just because a hoodlum was murdered
but because a gun was used in daylight,

not more than a mile
from Piccadilly Circus.

And it comes on the top of
a wave of violence too.

If we don't act quickly,

then Peters' men will start to avenge him.

And then we'll have a full-scale gang war
on our hands.

With the likelihood that they'll
be using firearms as well.

Now, we've got to stop that.

If I charge Foulcher and his accomplices
without a single witness

who'll testify to seeing anything,
they're bound to get off.

Then the word will go about that all
you have to do to beat the law

is intimidate the witnesses.

We'd be laying down nothing
but trouble for ourselves.

What do you suggest then?

Give me 48 hours, sir.
I've got a line on Damion.

As Peters was known to be a friend of his,

I've got a feeling he won't be
too happy about the shooting.

Now, if that's true, he may just feel
sore enough about it to testify.

All right.

I'll stall for a couple of days,
but not a minute more.

If Damion hasn't talked by then,

pick up Foulcher again and pull in
as many of the two gangs as you can.

We've got to prevent an outbreak
of gang warfare whatever the cost!

Yes, OK. I understand.

How do we stand with
the Great White Chief?

- 48 hours.
- Think we can do it?

Well, we've got a chance.
Did you see that... What's her name?

- Anya Bergolin?
- Yeah. Would she play?

She claimed she had no idea
Paddy was a villain.

- Didn't know where he was anyway.
- What, straight up?

I think so. She seemed more worried
about anything affecting her work permit.

Did she now?

Right. Well, you go down there again
and put the pressure stakes on her.

Tell her that if she won't cooperate,
it'll scotch her permit for all time

and probably get her
run out of the country as well.

Now, give it the full orchestra.
This is important.

Right.

Back hall?

Sergeant Ogle of the Squad.
Is our driver back yet?

Do you really think
he'll contact her, guv?

Well, it's worth a try anyway.

I'd have thought a villain like Damion
would be too busy keeping out of sight

to worry about his girl.

I've long ago stopped forecasting
what they'll do.

The criminal mind is predictable,
isn't it, sir?

The criminal mind?

It's the dark side of the moon, laddie.

- OK, kids?
- OK.

Right, you follow over by the piano.
The rest of you can relax.

Give a rest to Anya.

- Hi, Anya.
- Hello, Sally.

- Cigarette?
- Oh, thank you, darling.

- Anya, there's a phone call for you.
- Thank you, Jim. Excuse me, darling.

- Hello.
- It's me.

Paddy.

Oh, it's been terrible.
I didn't know about...

Listen.

Are you being watched?

- I don't think so.
- Good.

Meet me at the corner where
I dropped you that first night, remember?

- What time?
- As near to nine as you can make it.

Isn't that dangerous?

I've got to see you, flower.
Have you been missing me too?

Oh, yes, I have. Oh, Paddy, I...

Save it for tonight, darling.

Goodbye.

Scotland Yard.

Extension 796, please.

Flying Squad.

I would like to speak with
Mr. Ogle, please.

My name is Patrick Damion.
I'm 32 years old.

I weigh 13 stone 8
and I want to talk to my lawyer.

You'd better change that tune PDQ

if you want to walk out of here
with all your teeth.

Now, come on, say something sensible.

Well, have you taken
any good bribes lately?

You carry on like that and you'll get
your face smashed in, clever jack!

By you and how many others?

All right.
Now, don't put the lip on, Damion.

Let's go over this once again.

You went to the gym about 11:30 with
Foulcher, Tanky Thomas and The Spade.

There's no point in denying that,
we've got witnesses. What do you say?

My name is Patrick Damion.
I'm 32 years old...

And you weigh 13 stone 8? We know!

Like to try the water? It's lovely.

According to this, you shared a cell
with Peters and Wally at The Ville.

- Is that right?
- If you know, why ask?

When you came out,
Peters staked you, didn't he?

Find out.

That's what I fully intend to do.

Are you kidding?

I knew they couldn't hold me longer
than 24 hours without evidence.

- I'm not worried.
- That's very foolish of you.

They've only got to make one witness talk.

- They won't do that, I promise you.
- What about Damion?

- What about him?
- He was a friend of Peters.

And you used that friendship
to get Peters.

Damion won't have liked that.

He still won't grass.
He's got more sense.

I wonder.

Look, he may have a bit of a ruck
at me personally,

but he'd never talk to the bogeys,
take my word for that.

All the same, be prudent.

Buy a little insurance.

Like what?

He is very close to Wally Smith, isn't he?

Yeah.

Very loyal kind of boy, Mr. Damion.

He wouldn't want anything to happen
to his other friend, would he?

All right, damn you, it was Harry!

He used me for his decoy.

- Well, that was pretty cheap.
- Cheap?

He's human vermin!

That's the kind of scum
that you're covering up for?

- A rat who'd shoot down an unarmed man?
- I'm not covering up for anybody.

I'll see to him in my own way,
without any help from you.

What about the top man, Paddy?
Isn't he just as guilty?

He must have put Harry up to it.

What top man?

There's only Harry.

You're a bad liar, boy!

All right, take him over to the nick
and charge him.

Of what?

Well, let's see now.
We've got quite a choice, haven't we?

Being a suspected person,
loitering with intent.

Where was it you picked him up?
What time?

Curzon Street, 9:35 p.m.

Being in possession of house-breaking
implements by night then.

- That's a better one, Bob.
- Oh, what are you talking about, guv?

One pair of gloves, one mica calender,
one penknife.

- Do you want me to go on?
- That's a right liberty, Mr. Sayers.

- You know I'm not screwing now.
- I might believe you.

But would the judge?

Oh, what chance have I got
with my record?

Now look, Paddy, if you want it the hard
way that's the way you're gonna get it.

How can I get out of it then, guv?

Be a witness against Foulcher, one.

And two, put me onto
the brain behind him.

Call back your dogs, Mr. Sayers.

HBI.

Come on.

I thought you were straight, Mr. Sayers.

I thought the same about you, boy, once.

Seems we were both mistaken.

What a country!

We know who did a murder but we can't
charge him without positive evidence.

When we pick up a witness who admits
to being present at the killing,

we can't get a statement from him
that would stick in court.

And we even have to scrape the barrel
for a way of holding on to him.

How far are you prepared to go
to tidy this thing up?

Get Foulcher, you mean?

Him, the top man,
the whole mob at the back.

The whole way,
short of losing my pension.

Well, fasten your seatbelt, copper,

this is where we begin to tilt the scales
of justice in our direction for a change.

I don't know what
your dad's gonna say, I really don't.

Hello, boy.

- Treating you right?
- Thanks for coming.

- Anything you want?
- Just to get out.

Oh, I... I've got a message for you.

- Who from?
- Harry.

He says that he's sorry you were nicked

and he'll look after you in the usual way
if you go down.

Does he?

Oh, and I'm to tell you

that if you grass, some of the boys
will be giving me a kicking.

The dirty bastard!

Don't let it needle you, boy.

I've been doing some
thinking about this lot.

As you know,
I've been a thief most of my life.

I started screwing before I left school.

But I'm telling you,
if these yobs are today's villains,

I don't want any part of them.

Beating up shopkeepers
for a few lousy quid a week,

terrorising women.

They're even putting the black
on straight thieves now.

I'll tell you, boy, for my money
they're lower than dirt

and I don't care what
they threaten to do to me.

If you want to keep mates with me...

you shop 'em good,
shop the whole bleedin' mob of 'em.

It's not like me.

But if I were you,
I'd tell Sayers the truth

and let the heavy mob
sort them out in their own way.

Time's up!

Well, look after yourself.

Don't worry about Wally.

Bounces like a rubber ball. Remember?

Yeah?

- Seen the paper?
- Yeah.

I've been thinking for some time
of taking a little trip.

This seems the appropriate moment.

You might be right. Where to?

Well, in your special circumstances,

my advice would be
to choose a country with which...

Britain has no extradition treaty.

- Like Patagonia, for example.
- What about the books?

Oh, don't worry about that. I'll put them
where no one will ever find them.

Right.

- I came as quickly as I could.
- You weren't followed?

Oh, Paddy, you look exhausted.

Did you get everything?

Fifty quid.

- It was all I could raise in the time.
- Well, that's fine.

You'll get it back.

You know, Anya shopped you.

I owe you an apology
the size of that tower.

Oh, forget it!

I spoke to Billy Fielder.

He says that he can get you
out to Dublin tonight.

But you must be in Bristol
not later than nine o'clock.

You're a good kid. I'll go tomorrow.

No! That might be too late.

Well, I'll have to take a chance on that.

- But why?
- Oh, you know why!

He shot Alfie in cold blood.

Can I come with you?

Do you want to come with me?

Please.

Please.

Oh, if I had a wish...

Well, you know.

Meet me at Paddington Bookstall
at nine in the morning. OK?

Take care of yourself.

All right, Sadie.

What do you want me for?

Mr. Sayers just wants to ask you
a few questions.

All right.

I wasn't aware the lift was out of order,
Mr. Damion...

Now, don't move.

May I not even use an ashtray?

I'm wondering...

what brings about this unusual
and unexpected visit?

Now, don't you think I won't use this.

In that case,
consider me at your disposal.

Now, get Harry here, quick!

Yeah?

- Harry. Waldo.
- Oh, yes, Waldo, what is it?

Can you come over?

Some last-minute details
I want to discuss.

- Well, is it important?
- Yes.

Very important.

I'll be over right away.

Only a cigarette.

- Do you mind if I sit down?
- Of course. Make yourself at home.

May one ask what your intention is
with Harry?

Let's say, an eye for an eye.

Very biblical.

But how would it advantage you to expose
yourself to a charge of having...

eliminated him?

You suffer from the taint of gentility,
Mr. Zhernikov.

The word is murdered.

Tanky, Nero.

Foulcher.

Good.

Right, let's go.

You lot stay out here.

Come in, Harry.

So, Waldo...

You said it was important,
what's it all about?

What...?

As you see, I am not the host tonight.

You keep out of this
and you won't get hurt.

In that case...

Far, far...

All right, Paddy boy?

Now, Paddy, now, give us a chance.

I'll give you exactly the same chance
as you gave Alf.

Come on, boy. Come on, Paddy boy!

Come on, boy, come on!
Come on, lad!

All right, you're both nicked.
Take 'em away.

Come on! Come on, Paddy!

What are you afraid of, son?
What are you afraid of?

What are you afraid of?

Come on, boy! Come on now!

Come on. Come on now then.
Come on, you...!

Do your stuff, Bob.

Take care of that.

Here, let me have a look at that.

- Dead?
- As a doornail.

So that's the big fella?

Well, well, Waldo.

I never thought it might be you.

Inspector, I don't know
what this is all about.

Mr. Foulcher here was consulting me
in my professional capacities...

Save it for the jury.

- You got your breath back?
- Just about.

Well, as I see it, the charge can be
either manslaughter or murder.

And what makes a difference?

That is my top man, is it not?

I don't think he's got anything
to contribute, Inspector,

that would involve me without...

involving others closer to him.

Now, there speaks your syndicate, boy.

Do you think they'll ever
leave you alone after that?

You may be tough enough to take it
but what about Sadie?

That's your man.

You'll find a safe in the mantelpiece
there with all the evidence you need.

- Take him down.
- All right.

I doubt if any experienced broker

would give tuppence for
your life expectancy, Damion.

OK.

In that case, I'd better make the most
of the time that's left.

Good boy. Now, we'd better get
that arm seen to.

Hood, take him over to the hospital.

Come on, Paddy, old son,
we'll soon get you patched up.

Oh, such consideration.

A few days ago, you're all
for kicking my teeth in.

You're an important man now, Paddy.
We've got to watch over you like a baby.

Yeah, but for how long?

Till the trial and then...

No, Bob, you're wrong. This time
we've really got to make it work.

If we don't, the hoodlums and mobsters
will be dominating this country

before we know what's hit us.

I don't want my kids to grow up in a world
run by scum like that. Do you?

Now, get it cleaned up in here, will you?

Sure.

You certainly cleared out
a lot of weeds tonight, guv'nor.

Well, I think we can say justice is slowly
catching up with the 20th century.

Back to the Yard, sir?

Where else?