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Excuse me, please.

Would you like my seat?

Thank you.

Oh, we're not there yet.

I think the current's failed.

Sorry.

That's quite all right.

Excuse me, but didn't you used
to go to work on a 13 bus?

Yes, I did.

Yes, I thought so.

I used to be on that route.

I'm a conductor.

They transferred me to the 24s now.

I often used to see you.

Don't you remember me,
punching your tickets?

No, I'm afraid I don't.

What's the trouble?

Breakdown.

How long we gonna be held up here?

Can't say, sir.

Not long, I hope.

Do you think we'll get
to Hampstead before eight?

Doubt it, miss, you may have to walk there.

Well, let's walk then.

This young lady's in a hurry.

No one must leave the train
'til I get instructions.

Oh, we may be stuck down here for hours.

Oh, don't you worry, Miss.

The boyfriend'll wait for ya.

I'm not so sure as he will.

Well, if he doesn't wait...

A voice

Now, you see my head?

And you see this loop.

You put your head through the loop, so.

Then you'll be hanged.

From that voice

In the night

Thank you.

Nope, he's not here.

Well, you're over an hour late, you know.

Yes, I know, thanks awfully
for coming up with me.

Oh, that's all right.

Aren't you going to have a
look round now you are here?

I think I'll go home.

Okay, I'll walk along with you.

Wouldn't you rather stay at the fair?

No, I'd rather go along with you.

All right, then.

What I told you just now
is the truth, you know.

I'm not in the habit of talking
to strange girls on trains.

As a matter of fact, I don't
go in for girls very much.

I've heard that one before.

No, it's true.

Shall I tell you something?

When I was on the 13
bus, I used to look out

for you every morning.

When we got to Swiss Cottage.

How many other girls did you look out for?

Only you.

I remember you were away for a week once.

I was terribly worried because I thought

perhaps you were ill or something.

Yes, that's right, last June.

Fancy you remembering that.

I remember it all right.

But you did give me a dirty
look on that train, though.

I'm sorry.

As a matter of fact, I thought
you looked rather nice.

Did you really?

Do you know, I seem to think

that I've seen your face somewhere before.

Not in buses or anything, but...

I know!

Wasn't your photograph in
the paper the other day?

Aren't you the bus conductor
that was decorated?

Yes.

Come on, you two lovebirds,
have a go, Mother won't know.

What about it?

Well, I...

Good!

That's the idea.

Have your choice, they're
all thoroughbreds.

Now, come along!

Pass along the car there.

Any more fares please?

Same lodge.

How do you like being a bus conductor again

after the Army?

Oh, it's all right.

There's always plenty
going on inside a bus.

And I'm interested in people.

But I've got other ideas.

I only look upon this as
a temporary sort of job.

What are you going to do then?

Engineering.

I shall be a fully qualified engineer

if it hadn't been for the war.

But I'm making up for lost time, you know,

night classes and things.

How long will it take you?

About a year.

If I work hard enough.

Do you live at home?

No I'm in lodgings in Victoria.

Do you do your own cooking and everything?

No, I can always get fish
and chips around the corner.

That's not so good for you.

What's your job?

I work in a gramophone shop in the city.

Doesn't it get on your
nerves, all that music,

day in and day out?

No, I love it.

What do you like, classical or dance music?

Classical.

It sort makes you feel sad and,

yet as though something
wonderful's just around the corner.

I can't explain it.

But Victor understands.

He's the friend I was meeting here tonight.

Oh, yes.

I suppose he takes you out

to theaters and operas and things.

He does, sometimes.

Sounds as if he's got a lot of money.

Yes, I suppose he has.

Bang go my hopes of
taking you in the balcony

and tea at the corner house.

Ices!

Would you like some ice cream?

I would, I'd love one.

Ordinary ice, or chalk ice.

Chalk ice, please.

All right, I'll go and get you one.

Oh, what did you say your name was?

I didn't.

But it's Anne.

Anne. Mine's Jack.

Now hurry up there, room for a few more.

Don't go without me!

Now you, sir, don't be shy!

Two chalk ices, please.

Victor!

Victor!

Victor!

Wall's Ices!

Victor, Victor!

What's the matter?

Victor, dear, are you ill, what is it?

You're late.

Why didn't you come
when you said you would?

I couldn't help it.

There was a holdup in the Underground.

Has anything happened?

What do you mean, happened?

Nothing's happened except
that I've been hanging about

in this very place for an hour
and a half waiting for you.

I know, I'm so sorry, but
the Underground broke down.

You've been at the fair all the time?

I told you I had, didn't I?

I gave you three quarters of an hour,

then I went into the boxing booth,

came out, and went straight
back to where we said we'd meet.

I was there a few minutes
ago and I didn't see you.

Are you trying to tell me I'm a liar?

No, Victor, of course not.

All I said was that I was
there a few minutes ago

and I didn't see you.

For heaven's sake, don't
make a scene in public.

Wonder nobody's staring at us.

What is the matter with you?

What is the matter with you?

Stupid fools of women!

Let's get out of this place,
it's getting on my nerves.

Just a minute, Victor.

I was talking to someone on the roundabout

and I must just say goodbye.

I told you I can't stand
this place another minute!

All right, Victor, all right.

Hello, Jock, got got
your trains running yet?

Yes, all right now.

Unlucky night tonight.

You're telling me.

That's right.

Saw you coming out.

Nice looking girl you had with you too.

Thanks. She been back?

No.

You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Wouldn't be likely to miss that one.

Why, what have you done with her?

What's the matter with you?

Oh, nothing.

Oh, hello.

What's this?

What's that been, an accident?

I don't know.

Has the last train gone?

No, no, you're all right.

Come on, get in the lift, come on.

Who's that, do you know?

Someone's been found
murdered up on the Heath.

Murdered? How horrible!

Go on, tell me more of that.

Never mind about the murder now,

you'll read all about it
in the papers tomorrow.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Lovely day, Johnson.

Yes, sir.

How's the wife?

Fine, thank you sir.

Good.

Woman found strangled!

All the horrible details!

Another murder, another murder!

Woman found strangled!

All the horrible details!

Another murder, another murder!

Hello, Nellie.

Hello, sir.

Your usual, Mr. Colebrooke?

Yes, please.

Here's a beauty for you.

Thanks.

And could I have that
spray as well, please?

Certainly, sir.

Oh, Mr. Colebrooke, I
confirmed that appointment

for 3:30 this afternoon.

Oh, good, Miss Willis.

What about a spray for you?

Oh, thank you very much.

I'll have that one, if I may.

That's all right, Nellie.

Thank you very much, sir.

Thank you.

What a nice gentleman.

Much too nice.

I'm sure the wrong sort of
girl will get hold of him.

Good morning, madam.

Good morning.

Now, let me see.

What was the name of that
record I wanted to get?

It's a jazz record, it's called,

Are You My Boogie Baby Woogie?

You mean, Are You My Boogie
Woogie Baby, don't you, madam?

Well, yes, I suppose I do.

Miss Ford, will you get
Are You My Boogie Woogie Baby

for this lady, please?

Certainly.

The other assistant will attend to you.

Thank you.

Can I help you, sir?

Good morning.

There are one or two records
I'd like to hear, please.

Oh yes sir, have you
got the catalog numbers?

I'm sorry about last night, Anne.

I don't think we've got that in stock, sir.

I'll just see if you care to
go in the booth over there.

Have you a record called
A Voice in the Night?

We might have.

I'll find out.

Thank you.

I'll take them in for you, dear.

You'll do nothing of the sort.

You are an old meanie.

Keeping him all to yourself.

Yes, Miss Fielding, can you
find the record you require?

Yes, thank you.

I've got it.

Am I forgiven?

Yes, that's all right, Victor.

Only I was rather upset.

I'd never known you so bad-tempered before.

Look, I better put this record on

in case Her Ladyship starts snooping round.

Yes, I was bad-tempered,
but how would you feel

if I kept you waiting an hour and a half?

It was only an hour.

And I wouldn't have gone
on snapping your head off

when once you'd explained.

Just to make you feel better.

Oh Victor, they're lovely.

Shh! Listen.

Dark red suits you.

Thank you.

What about coming for some lunch?

I'd love it, Victor.

We'll take a cab to the Savoy.

Oh, I didn't come here
dressed for anywhere like that.

Nonsense, you always look charming.

It's not only that.

Only I always feel I'm going
to make a fool of myself

in those places.

So do I, but I enjoy it.

It's different for you.

You've got an air about you.

As though you come from some grand family.

Oh, yes, very grand, very grand indeed.

What are you laughing at?

Well, nothing.

Just something that came into my head.

Oh, well I'd like to lunch, anyway.

I'll be free in 10 minutes.

Anne.

Yes?

You know, there's something about you.

Something that makes me feel
quite differently towards you.

You mean, than you do
towards your other girlfriends?

Yes, you see they're not
friends, merely acquaintances.

Miss Fielding, will you please come and see

to these catalogs lying
about all over the counter?

Yes.

Scotland Yard still baffled!

Scotland Yard still baffled!

Scotland Yard still baffled!

Hello, Benson?

Conway here.

I want the newspapers
to repeat that request.

You know, anyone who was near the spot

where the woman was strangled,

communicate with us at once.

Yeah.

Have you got that letter
from the tramp fellow?

Yes, sir.

Cheek of him, eh?

My missus always says, "You
can never trust a tramp

"further than you can throw him."

She gave one a sixpence the other day.

Quite a character, this man.

Come in.

I've got him, sir.

Oh, good.

Mr. Glover, we were just talking about you.

I've got your letter here.

My name's Conway.

Don't come too near me, sir.

I've got a nasty cold.

Oh, really, I'm sorry to hear that.

Come in, come in.

Come and sit down.

Take your coat off.

Your coats off.

Yes, perhaps I'd better.

Otherwise I won't feel the benefit.

Well, I'll take me summer coat off.

I keep me summer coat on top, see.

You probably caught a
chill being out so late

on Hampstead Heath.

Have a cigarette.

Oh, thanks very much.

Thank you.

I'll keep it to have with
me coffee after dinner.

Hmm.

Sorry to have dragged
you out of a warm bed.

If you had gone to the police
when you found the body,

you'd have been spared all this
inconvenience, wouldn't you?

It gave me quite a turn.

I reckon it was that that
brought on the chill.

I went all of a sweat when I seen it.

What were you doing on the
Heath that time of night?

Only collecting, sir.

Collecting?

Yes, sir.

Cigarette ends and such.

Yes, I've seen the cigarette ends.

How about the such?

Did you find anything else?

I didn't find nothing else, sir.

No, it was very disappointing.

There was nothing worth speaking of.

That's a very good linen
handkerchief you've got.

What?

Oh, yes, that's right, sir.

Where'd you get that handkerchief?

Oh, I can't quite remember
where I found this one.

Oh, so you found it.

Where?

Come on, come on, there's
nothing to be afraid of.

Where'd you find it, Hampstead Heath?

Yes, I think it was.

Last Monday night?

Yes.

Are you sure of that?

Yes, sir.

Did you find it near the body?

Did you find it near the body?

Well, it wasn't exactly near.

And yet on the other hand,
you wouldn't say it was far.

Uh, it was what you might
call within a radius

of the body.

Only I felt a cold coming on,

and this looked fairly clean

so I picked it up and I've
been using it ever since.

It just come in 'andy.

Put it on there, will you?

Lovely job for you, Ellis.

Lovely job for you.

Sullivan.

Sir?

Take this and wash it.

Or get it washed.

And check up on that laundry mark there.

Yes, sir.

Oh, it's you.

You'll be too early one of these days.

Yes, but not for you.

Saucy monkey.

It was the laundry, madam.

That seems to be all right.

I expect Mr. Victor will
be in to dinner, Florrie.

And my sister's going to stay.

Oh, then I'll have to make another sweet.

Mrs. Cooper doesn't like my
raspberry blancmange, I know.

No, give her the blancmange.

I don't see why she should
turn up her nose at it.

Who's turning their nose up?

You talking about me?

I was just saying that
you always turn up your nose

at Florrie's blancmange.

Don't you let her put
you against me, Florrie.

Nothing of the sort.

That's all right, madam.

Victor doesn't usually stay in to dinner

when I am here.

I don't think he likes me.

My dear, what nonsense.

He's always rude to me.

You watch.

Sheer imagination.

If Victor doesn't kiss me when he comes in,

I'm going to have it out with him.

No, you won't, Mabel.

You'll do nothing of the sort.

Why not?

I wouldn't say anything to a person's face

that I wouldn't rather
say behind their back.

I know that.

Oh, don't always pick me up.

You know perfectly well what I mean.

I will not have you upsetting Victor.

You've always been the same with him,

ever since he was a boy.

You'd keep him under a glass case.

He mustn't be disturbed,
or annoyed, or upset.

Why shouldn't he be, other people are.

You're frightened of his
temper, that's what it is.

Do you remember those wicked
paddies he used to get into?

Mabel, he was only a child.

He still is.

That may be the man who telephoned to know

when Victor would be home.

Mabel, stop flicking
your ash into the sugar

and come into the sitting room.

How you can live with the kitchen so near

to the sitting room, I can't think.

You know perfectly well
it's to help Florrie.

Every time you come into
this house, you criticize it.

And me.

And Victor.

Now you're imagining things.

Well, I suppose if I had married a man

whose father made a fortune out of pickles,

I should have had a large,
modern apartment, like you.

If you start sneering at Hector's father,

I'll have something to say

about the precious Colebrooke family.

Yes, how about old William Colebrooke, eh?

Mabel, if you ever dare mention that,

I'll never speak to you again.

Mr. Conway, madam.

Mrs. Colebrooke?

I spoke to you I think.

Oh yes, how do you do?

This is my sister, Mrs. Cooper.

How do you do?

How do you do.

Victor ought to be in any moment now, Mr...

Won't you come and sit down?

Thank you.

Well, now and then.

Hello, Mother.

Sorry I'm so late.

It's all right, darling.

But I hope you haven't
been working too hard.

Here, Auntie Mabel's dropped in to dinner.

Hello Aunt Mabel.

Oh, thank you, Victor.

You see?

And, here's a friend come to see you. Mr...

Conway.

Conway?

Oh, you haven't forgotten
me, we've never met.

No, we haven't, have we?

Still, the name sounds familiar.

I hope I haven't come at an awkward time.

Not at all.

You two will want to talk,

so I'll take Mabel into the kitchen

and we'll see that Florrie
doesn't spoil the dinner.

Don't bother about me, Mother.

I've got to go out.

Oh, Victor, not again.

I'm afraid so.

Oh, what a pity.

Oh well.

Come along Mabel.

Perhaps we'll see you later.

Oh yes.

Good photograph of you.

Not bad, is it?

Do sit down, won't you?

Thanks.

Have a drink.

Ah, no, thanks.

Cigarette?

No, I won't smoke.

Well, what can I do for you?

Well, as a matter of fact,
I happen to be connected

with Scotland Yard.

Oh, what am I supposed to have been doing?

Nothing like that.

I rather hoped you might
be able to help us.

Yes?

Of course, you've read about
these murders in the paper.

Ah, yes, who hasn't?

Well, this Strangler fellow's

got us rather guessing, you know.

And I'm very anxious to
get in touch with anyone

I've reason to believe was in the vicinity

when the crimes were committed.

This last girl, as you know,

was murdered on Hampstead
Heath, on Monday night.

Not far from the fairground.

What part of the Heath exactly
were you on, Mr. Colebrooke?

Oh, so you know I was there, then?

How on earth did you find that out?

We get to know a lot of things.

After all, that's our job.

Well, there's no need
to beat about the bush,

Chief Inspector Conway.

If you want to know if
I went near the place

where the woman's body was found, I did.

As a matter of fact, I went to the fair.

Stayed there for an hour, then I got bored

and went for a stroll.

I wanted some fresh air.

I did pass quite near
the scene of the murder.

I recognized the spot from
the newspaper photographs.

Was anyone with you?

No, I was alone.

Take a look at this photograph
of the murdered girl,

Mr. Colebrooke, it may
give you a clearer idea

than the pictures in the paper.

Striking-looking girl, isn't she?

She was the fourth, wasn't she?

No, the sixth.

That is, if you include the two last year

who were obviously victims of the same man.

Of course, I was forgetting that.

Now throwing your mind
back to that walk of yours,

Mr. Colebrooke, can you remember

seeing her or anyone like her on the Heath?

I'm afraid I can't.

It's not very surprising, really.

According to the press,
she must have been murdered

about an hour before I left the fair.

Yes, but before then,
when you were at the fair?

No, I'm afraid I can't
remember seeing anybody

in the least like her.

Yes.

During your walk, did you keep to the path,

or did you cross the grass at all?

The path.

Are you sure?

Oh yes.

I may have wandered off
to shortcut a bend or two.

Matter of fact, I believe I did.

And you're quite positive

that during the evening,
you never saw this girl?

Quite.

Well, that's that.

Afraid I haven't been of
much use to you, Inspector.

No fault of yours, that.

But you might have saved
us a lot of trouble

if you had come to us instead
of leaving us to find you.

After all, we did put an
appeal in the papers, you know.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Who?

Inspector Conway.

Oh, it's for me.

Thank you.

Hello, yes?

Yes, speaking.

Well, don't you know my voice yet?

What?

What do you mean we've had a postcard?

I mean a postcard from the murderer, sir.

It's addressed to Scotland
Yard, The Big Four,

The Big Four, with a query after big.

It says, "You poor halfwits, six murders

"and you haven't even a clue.

"There'll be another corpse tonight."

Yeah.

Right, I'll come straight back.

I'm so sorry, I have to
let him know where I am.

Look here, there is one way
you might be able to help us.

You know, we keep a record
of all the ladies and gentlemen

that go through our hands.

The rogues gallery.

Well, part of it.

I wonder if you'd mind
coming along to the Yard

and having a look at it.

You might just spot a face you remember

on that walk of yours.

Of course, when would you like me to come?

Well, I would have suggested tonight,

only I heard you say
you've got an appointment.

Well, I have, as a matter of fact,

but I should be free by about 10.

I suppose that'd be too late.

No, not a bit of it.

Scotland Yard is always open.

We'll leave it at that, then.

Thank you, Mr. Colebrooke,
I'd appreciate it.

There's one thing I'd appreciate.

Oh really, what's that?

Your telling me how you know

I was on Hampstead Heath last Monday night.

That would be giving
away professional secrets.

But, people are very careless, you know.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

He seemed a very pleasant man, dear.

What did he want?

Yes, he's gone.

I know that, dear.

I asked you what he wanted.

Wanted?

Nothing in particular.

Then was it, uh, business?

Yes, it was business, in a way.

Yes, business.

Nothing important, dear.

Nothing important.

Victor.

Yes, Mother, what is it?

I know it's a bore, Mabel coming to dinner,

but I do wish you wouldn't
go out tonight, dear.

Why not?

Oh, I don't know.

Just a silly feeling I have that...

You're never at home now, darling.

Always wandering out at night.

Why call it wandering, Mother?

I go out.

I don't wander.

All right, dear.

Take care of yourself, darling.

I will.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

Mr. Victor won't be in for
dinner after all, Florrie.

Very good, madam.

Ha! I told you, didn't I?

Nothing to do with you, Mabel.

Victor was very nice
to you when he came in.

Isn't he getting like
his father more, dear?

There's something about his eyes.

No, I don't think he's
in the least like Harry.

I never have.

Victor's never taken after the Colebrookes.

He belongs to our side of the family.

He's completely an Elliston.

Still, I'm worried about him.

Oh, why, madam?

She's just a fusspot.

She treats that boy as
though he's made of glass.

He's so restless, Florrie.

Seems as if he can't stay in the house.

Goes wandering about by himself.

Almost every evening.

How do you know he's by himself?

It's such a lovely summer, madam.

Probably wants to be out in the air.

I wish I could think that, Florrie.

Ah, there he is.

He's Jack Williams.

Been with us since he came out of the Army.

Character excellent.

He came over to my station with a girl

on the night of the murder, about 9:00.

And he came back at midnight, alone.

And he was in a state, too.

Right.

Now don't say another word
until you're spoken to.

Hello, what are you doing...

Williams?

Yes.

You were off duty last Monday night.

That's right, why?

I'm from Scotland Yard.

I'd like you to tell me
exactly where you were

and what you did on that occasion.

Monday night.

We'll I'm not likely to
forget that in a hurry,

that was the night...

Exactly. You were with a girl that night.

Yes.

What's her name?

Anne.

Anne who?

I don't know, she didn't
tell me her other name.

You see, we missed each
other somehow in the Heath.

Where does she live?

I don't know.

Know where she works?

Well, that's strange, isn't it?

So you can't produce anybody to vouch

for your movements that night.

Oh, she could do that all right,

if only I could find her again.

Do you ever remember seeing this girl

in the Underground before?

Oh, she always comes to work by bus.

Your bus?

No such luck.

She did when I was on the 13s,

but I've been transferred.

But I do know she,

she works in a gramophone shop,

somewhere in the city.

Oh, she does, does she?

She works in a gramophone
shop somewhere in the city?

On the 13 bus route?

And she answers to the name of Anne.

Right.

Well, if there is such
a girl, I'll find her.

Oh, good, can I come with you?

You're coming with me.

Does that mean I'm under suspicion

for something or another?

Oh, yes.

If that shoe hurts,

why don't you sit down
for a bit and take it off?

Oh, yes, thanks, Tom.

I don't think I could
have walked another yard

without giving my poor feet a rest.

Ooh!

I wish now I'd taken the bus.

But it would have meant
breaking into my last pound.

What's so funny about it?

Think of it, Tom, walking
five miles if it was an inch.

On hard pavements.

And then to tell me I would
not suit because I was Scotch.

The cheek of it!

She was only Irish herself.

Why did you bother about her wretched job?

Oh, it was the hostel people made me go.

Didn't I tell you I could
get you dozens of better jobs

than you could yourself?

Aye, I know, Tom, and I believed you.

Only, the girl that shares
my room at the hostel

said you were having me on.

And that I was a fool if I thought

I should ever see you again.

Oh, so you told her about me, did you?

What exactly did you say, Jeannie?

Oh, just how genteel you were.

You say anything else?

No.

Just that your name was Tom Mahon,

and how you were a motor engineer,

and wanted to get out of your home.

Did you tell her what I look like at all?

Well, I said you were awful kind-looking.

You don't mind my having
told her about us, do you?

No, of course not.

Did you tell her that I had a
little scar here on my neck?

Oh, no, Tom, why would I do that?

Isn't it lovely here?

With the moonlight streaming down.

I never dreamed I could be so happy.

Though what an educated gentleman like you

sees in a girl like me I do not know.

I'm not pretty, I know.

Nor clever.

And I haven't any nice clothes.

Whatever you are, whatever you aren't,

you're the sort of girl I was looking for.

Oh, do you really mean that, Tom?

Of course.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You feeling rested now, Jeannie?

Oh, yes, thanks Tom.

Do you want us to go on?

No, stay just where you are.

There's plenty of time.

There's no hurry.

Oh, look at that big cloud up there.

It'll hide the moon.

Yes, in a few moments.

I've been watching it.

It's such a black one, too.

It'll make it nearly dark.

Yes, it will.

How green with envy all
the other girls will be

when I tell them I'm going as waitress

to such a grand, big hotel.

And that it was you that
got the situation for me.

Oh, yes.

Oh look, the cloud's just
beginning to cover the moon.

Yes, just beginning to cover the moon.

And I'll be able to send
some money home again.

I do not know how they've
managed since I've been ill.

And it's all due to you, Tom.

Oh, I've had this on the brain

ever since I heard you
whistling it the other day.

Do you know the words?

Course I do.

I hear a voice in the night

So mysterious and deep

I am under its spell

Haunted from dusk until dawn

I don't know why you wanted to leave,

the joint was just beginning to hop.

Oh, it was too crowded,

there was no room to dance.

Old Faithful, erupts every eight days.

Oh, come on, you've smoked enough.

Think I'll go down there

and ask that Joe for a light, huh?

Oh, Nick, you can't.

Why not?

No, Nick!

Excuse me, bud, got a light?

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Hope I didn't disturb you.

See what I mean?

What's your deadline for getting home?

Oh, I must be in by 11, or mom'll be wild.

Oh, no, Nick, not here.

Okay.

But where?

Here we have the nastiest piece of work

in the whole chamber of horrors.

In fact, quite the
nastiest type of gentlemen

you could possibly hope to meet.

I hope none of you here
ever have occasion to meet

the present holder of the office.

Very well, then.

During his lifetime, this
highly respected citizen

was paid by Her Gracious
Majesty's government

to do to death by
strangulation 45 human beings,

men and women.

He became known by the
title of the 'appy 'angman,

owing to the fact that he
took such a liking to his work

that he was never happy unless
he was strangulating somebody

by the neck 'til they was dead.

Now then, before we close, we
just got time to pass along

to the Camden Town Murder,
where she cut the throat

of her rival and the poor little baby,

pushed the bodies in a go cart

all the way up Everstock Hill,

and dumped 'em in Bellsize Park.

Why do you haunt me?

Why have you come back from the past?

Why can't you leave me in peace?

I...

Hate you!

All right, Williams,
thanks for coming along.

I didn't have much choice.

Sullivan, show Mr. Williams off premises.

Oh, by the way, are you on
duty at the same time tomorrow?

Yes, sir.

Well, if we find this girl Anne,

you wouldn't mind coming along again?

It would be a pleasure.

As you say.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

There's a bus conductor
coming down with Sullivan.

Have him tailed.

Have you checked up on those people?

Yes, sir.

Stone was in Brighton,

Mike Holden was celebrating
his wedding anniversary.

Yeah.

How about that fellow Mousie Knight?

Cast iron alibi.

In hospital, recovering
from appendix operation.

All right, Ellis.

Right.

Yeah?

Colebrooke, yeah, he's here, is he?

All right, show him all the photographs

of our possibles, will you?

Did they let you have those extra men

for covering the parks tonight, sir?

No!

It's maddening.

Commissioner thinks some
crank sent this postcard.

Why should this fellow want to write

and tell us about it beforehand?

That's what I've been trying
to explain to them upstairs.

Being a murderer, he knows we think of him

as the lowest type imaginable.

So he sends us this sort of thing

to prove to us he's
cleverer than any of us.

Far beyond us, in fact.

Mm, yes, it's a theory, sir.

Thanks, Sullivan.

Oh, excuse me, sir, there was something

I wanted to tell you.

Yes?

I happened to be talking about it

to my missus last night.

Talking about it?

Well, the Strangler case, sir.

Do you have to tell your wife everything?

Why don't you keep your mouth shut?

Well, I only happened to mention

there's a man named Colebrooke,

and she says she's certain
she's heard that name before

in connections with murders or something.

She's a great one for murders, my missus.

She can give you all the
details of Jack the Ripper...

Is that all you wanted
to tell me, Sullivan?

She says she's certain
she's got the name Colebrooke

in the back of her mind somewhere.

She may have it at the back of her mind,

but we haven't got it in the records.

Oh, there's one other thing, sir.

Yes?

Course you can take
this at what it's worth.

Thanks.

My missus says she's certain

there's going to be another murder tonight.

Your wife isn't the
Strangler by any chance,

Sullivan, is she?

Not that I know of, sir.

Only, she's got the feeling, that's all.

She's septic.

Uh, psychic.

Mm, I'm sure there's
something the matter with her.

Mr. Colebrooke thinks he saw
this man on Hampstead Heath

last Monday night.

Where is he?

He's outside.

Well, show him in, show him in.

Will you come in, please?

Good evening, Mr. Colebrooke.

Good evening.

So good of you to have come.

Seems to be a lucky break for us.

Sergeant Sullivan, Mr. Colebrooke.

Good evening.

Oh, do sit down.

Thanks.

Oh, give me those, Walters,

you can come back for them later.

Very good, sir.

Have a cigarette.

Do you mind if I smoke a cigar?

No, not at all.

I say, something seems to have done that

a bit of no good, doesn't it?

I'm afraid so.

Here you are.

Oh, thanks.

So you think you've seen
this fellow before, eh?

Yes, I'm certain I saw
him last Monday night.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid this man has a very sound alibi.

Inspector, I should be very
chary of identifying anybody

in a case like this, unless
I was actually positive.

But I swear on my oath that
I saw him, or his double,

last Monday night in Regent's Park.

You mean Hampstead Heath.

Oh yes, of course.

Oh well, bad luck about
the clue Mr. Colebrooke.

Thanks.

Anyway I hope you had a good
time in our rogue's gallery.

Yes, it was most interesting.

Quite an academy.

I'm afraid we've trespassed
on your good nature as it is,

bringing you here at this time of night.

So I won't keep you.

Good night.

Sorry I couldn't be more helpful.

That's all right.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Who did he think he'd identified, sir?

Mousie Knight.

Mousie Knight?

Helps a lot, doesn't it?

Yeah?

Speaking.

What!

All right, I'll be right down.

What now, sir?

Another Strangler murder.

Get your hat.

Excuse me sir, have you finished

with the Mousie Knight file?

It's on my desk.

Well sir, my missus tipped it.

Yes, perhaps your missus
would like to take my job.

Where is it this time?

Regent's Park.

Regent's Park.

Evening, Brooks.

Evening.

Dead long, doctor?

About three hours at a rough guess.

That as near as you can get it?

Yes.

She's been dead, not under
two hours, and not over four.

No doubt about the
cause of death, of course.

No, that's pretty obvious.

Manual strangulation.

Who found the body?

Park keeper here, sir.

What time was that?

Bout a quarter to 20 past 11, sir.

Found out who she is?

Yes, sir, we found her
address on a card in her bag.

She's a Jeannie McLaren of a
local working girls' hostel.

Did you take her shoe
off for any reason, doctor?

No.

I noticed it was off,
sir, when I found her.

No sign of any struggle.

No footprints either, of course.

This fellow's had all the luck so far.

Found something, sir?

Yes, I think so.

Do you remember what was in my ashtray

when we left the office?

In your ashtray?

Yes, look at that.

Looks like a bit of dried leaf to me, sir.

It is.

Cigar leaf.

Now we might be getting somewhere.

Who the devil's been in this office?

Only me, sir, I must have dozed off.

Did you take a damaged
cigar from that ashtray?

No, sir, I didn't even see it.

Is anything wrong, sir?

Was it very important?

Important enough to hang a man

or I'm very much mistaken.

Go on, man, look for the blasted thing.

Look for it!

Yes, sir.

Where'll I look?

Just everywhere, everywhere!

Well, so much for the clue
of the battered cigar.

Funny thing, I was saying
to my missus yesterday...

Yes, you better go and talk to her in bed.

I'm gonna get some sleep.

You better do the same.

Suits me, sir.

I gotta be up early and find that girl

Williams says was on the Heath with him.

Williams?

Bus conductor, sir.

Oh, yeah.

All right, good night, Sergeant.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Ellis.

Good night, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, Walters.

Yes, sir?

You were in this office
when I left with Sullivan.

Yes, sir.

Did you see a broken cigar in that ashtray?

Why, yes, sir, I...

Well?

Well, I thought you'd
finished with it, so I...

What did you do with it?

I smoked it, sir.

It's gone.

Now the next place is the fourth.

You never know, might be lucky.

Excuse me, miss.

Have you got a young lady working here

that goes by the name of Anne somebody?

Why, yes, Anne Fielding.

Miss Fielding, will you
please not put records

down on chairs?

Somebody will sit on them.

What have you got there?

These are the only records
of this symphony in stock

and they're not being made any more.

They're extremely precious.

Put them back on the shelves at once.

Excuse me, miss, is your name Anne?

Yes.

I'm from Scotland Yard.

Did you by any chance happen to be

on Hampstead Heath last Monday night?

Yes, I, I was at the fair.

And did you by any
chance happen to meet a man

named Jack Williams, a bus conductor there?

Yes.

At least, he said his name was Jack

and that he worked on the 24 buses.

What's the matter?

He's not in any trouble, is he?

So you're Anne.

I've been looking half over London for you.

Miss Fielding!

I don't know what you think
these booths are meant for.

Go outside at once.

I shall report this matter to Mr. Osborne.

I'll trouble you madam not
to interfere with the police

and the execution of their duties.

What did you say?

I'm from Scotland Yard.

Hello, this is a surprise.

What are you doing here?

What happened to you the
other night at the fair?

My friend turned up after all.

And I didn't get a chance
to say goodbye to you.

Oh, so that was it.

Yes.

I have been thinking about you.

I was going to write you
care of the bus company.

Were you?

Yes, but I didn't like to.

Wait a minute, wait a
minute, wait a minute.

All this to do later on.

Miss Fielding, is this the
young man you say you met

in the Underground and
went on the Heath with

last Monday week?

Yes.

You sure?

Yes, certainly.

And is this the young lady
you say you were looking for

on the Heath from nine
until after midnight?

That's right.

Oh, it's just too bad.

What is?

Well, it means I won't be
able to hang you after all.

Can I drop you anywhere, miss?

No, thank you.

I think I'll go back by bus.

24? Going my route?

Yes.

Well, sorry to disappoint
you but thanks very much

for finding her for me.

Oh, it's quite all right.

Always happy to oblige.

Any time you want anything,

don't forget to give us a tinkle.

You know the number.

Whitehall 1212.

Well, this is my lucky day.

Is it?

But you've gotta get off, innit?

Well, I must get back
to the shop, I'm afraid.

Yes, I suppose so.

Well, that's where you catch 13s.

Oh yes.

I haven't paid my fare.

Oh, don't worry about that.

No, I really must pay you my fare.

You're having this one on me.

Well, what would you like to do tonight?

The pictures or the Palais?

Oh, I can't make up my mind.

What's on at the cinema?

Some sloppy love thing.

Who's in it?

I don't know, I've forgotten.

I haven't been to a Palais for ages.

Is the band good?

Terrific.

Now what do you think you're playing at?

Yes, well, meet you at
the corner house, then.

All right, see you tonight, 6:30, bye-bye!

Bye-bye!

Yes, Mr. Colebrooke?

Right away, Mr. Colebrooke.

Oh, Miss Willis, would
you take a letter, please?

Yes, sir.

It's to Johnson and
Company, you have the address.

Yes.

Dear Sirs,

With reference to your
letter of the 19th incident

for which we thank you,

we are glad to inform you

that we shall be in a position

to complete your order

in a very few weeks.

We much appreciate...

How's Wimbledon?

Oh, fine, thank you, Mr. Colebrooke.

It's quite a relief this weather

to get out somewhere a
little bit countrified.

Do you live far from the Common?

No, I'm right overlooking it.

I always cross the Common
on my way home at night.

Where were we?

Um, "We much appreciate."

Are you expecting someone, Mr. Colebrooke?

No.

Must be a stranger knocking
on your private door.

Would you mind using the other...

Excuse me.

Oh, hello Colebrooke.

Forgive me barging in,
I was in the building

so I thought I'd look you up.

That's very nice of you.

That's all right, Miss Willis.

Sit down, won't you?

Oh, no, I haven't a second.

Have a cigarette.

No, thanks.

Of course, you're a cigar smoker.

I rather expected to see a
high-pressure businessman

with a cigar going full blast.

I reserve my vices for
after business hours.

Oh, I don't know if I've thanked you

for looking in at the
Yard the other evening.

You were more help than you know.

I'm glad.

I wonder if you'd mind coming
along again this afternoon,

say about 4:00?

What exactly do you want, Inspector?

Well, unfortunately as you know,

that gentleman you picked
out had an unshakable alibi.

Yes, it was a pity.

He's a shifty-looking customer.

Yes, but we don't want to
hang the wrong man, do we?

Whatever his personal appearance is.

So I want you to have a look
at some more photographs.

I'm still interested in
that man you say you saw

on the Hampstead Heath.

Just a moment.

No, I've nothing particular
on this afternoon.

Oh, good.

And you're losing a handkerchief.

Oh, thanks.

See you later.

I'm still intrigued as to how you found out

I was on the Heath.

Oh, I'll let you into the
secret one of these days.

Do you remember taking a man

to New Scotland Yard last night?

Yes.

What time?

Well, I had me grub about half past nine.

Just afore 10:00.

That would be the man.

Where'd you pick him up?

Just outside Madame Tussauds there.

I was coming back to the rank.

A slim, good-looking fella,
without a hat or overcoat?

Well, he was slim-looking all right,

but he had a hat and Mackintosh on.

You sure of that?

Yes, I'll tell you why.

Why?

He kept me waiting so long outside the Yard

I thought he'd gypped me.

Though it's hardly the place for that.

So I had a look around
and I see as he's left

his hat and Mackintosh in the cab here.

Oh, he had, had he?

Yes.

That might help quite a little bit.

We've added the hat and raincoat.

Is that the effect you wanted to get, sir?

Yes.

Yes, that's fine.

Nice job that, sir.

All right, rush those
off to the local chaps.

See if they can place him anywhere

in the Regent's Park district last night.

Very good, sir.

Yeah?

Oh, good.

Send him straight up, will you?

He's here.

Ellis.

Yes sir?

I want you to tail him,

that is, if we don't hold him.

He didn't see you when he
was here last night, did he?

No sir.

All right, they'll tip you off downstairs.

Not that way, idiot, he'll see you.

That way.

And Ellis, try and disguise

those handlebars of yours, will you?

Yes.

Regent's Park couple arrived?

Been here half and hour, sir.

Good.

What do you make of that
young woman's statement, sir?

You know, the woman that
shared the dead girl's room?

Why?

Didn't you think it was funny

that this man should tell the girl

that his name was Tom Mahon?

Well, he wouldn't tell
her his own name, would he?

But why that of a famous murderer?

Oh, it's just the sort of thing a man

with a warped brain would do.

Yes.

Funny about the name Colebrooke, though.

My missus was only saying last night

it's somehow connected in her mind

with Crippen, the Brides in the Bath,

and the Camden Town Murder.

And all the other perils
in the Chamber of Horrors.

Mr. Colebrooke, sir.

Good afternoon, Colebrooke.

Do sit down.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Oh, really?

Oh, do they?

Hang on a minute.

There's a couple downstairs

who think they can give
us a clue to the murderer.

Might be amusing to have
them up, don't you think?

Yes, very.

All right, send them up right away.

This will give you an idea of
what we have to put up with

at the Yard every day.

Sure you don't mind?

Not at all.

I'm rather enjoying the chance

of seeing the way the wheels go round.

As a matter of fact,

these people swear they
actually saw the murderer

last night in Regent's Park.

Indeed?

And they're positive they
can identify him again.

Really?

Looks as if you're getting a
lucky break at last, Inspector.

Yes, it does, doesn't it?

Come in.

Come in, will you, please.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Miss Kemp.

Corporal Mappolo.

Uh, Ma-po-lo.

Indeed.

Mr. Colebrooke.

How do you do?

How are you?

You're on leave?

Yeah, I gotta be back with
the Krauts in four days.

The Krauts?

Yeah, you know, Germany.

Yes, yes of course.

Well, I must thank you both for coming up

with your information so promptly.

Oh, that's all right, Captain.

Inspector.

Now, Corporal.

According to your statement,

you took Miss Kemp to
Regent's Park last night

for a walk.

Yeah.

For a walk.

And you passed the exact
spot where the body was found.

Yeah, there was a couple
neckin' on the grass

as we went by.

Yes, that's right.

Then Nick went and asked the
man for a match, didn't you?

That I did.

And you heard the church clock strike nine

a few moments later?

Well, we heard it strike.

We left the dance at 8:30.

Hadn't been gone more than half an hour.

Couldn't have been 10,
so, must have been 9, hmm?

Sounds logical.

Perfectly.

I see you both state,

that you believe you
would know this man again.

Sure, like a shot.

In spite of the fact that
you didn't see his face.

I don't need to see his face.

Just his back.

You show me that back, and
I'll show you your man.

Why, was there anything
very distinctive about it?

No, not exactly, but you see,

I'm used to sizing people up.

Yes, Nick's a tailor by profession.

I'd know that back any place.

Wouldn't you?

Sure.

And the man in question
was wearing a soft hat

and a lightish raincoat?

That's right.

Would you say he was an elderly man?

No, on the young side.

You could tell that by his back?

And by the hand he gave me
the box of matches with.

I tell you another thing, too.

He's not the kind of guy
that has to dig up roads

for a living.

Well, judging by his hands, anyway.

A gentleman, eh?

Could be.

I've got an idea.

Sullivan.

Get my hat and old raincoat
out of the cupboard.

Now, I'm going to suggest
that the Sergeant here

puts on that coat and hat.

Then perhaps you can tell us
in what way his manly form

differs from the fellow in Regent's Park.

I can tell you that now.

He's too fat.

Fat?

You mustn't be unkind to the Sergeant,

he is on a diet.

Oh, no offence.

Well, suppose I try?

No, no, he was a different build to you.

More like our friend here.

This gentleman?

Yeah.

You know, it might be very useful

to get a really accurate idea

of this fellow's size and build.

Would you mind if we
tried out this impression

on you, Mr. Colebrooke?

Seems rather silly to me.

Do you mind, sir?

Mind?

Why should I?

Would you sit on that
desk with your back to us?

This is all very stupid.

We're forgetting the hat.

His head was bent down, wasn't it?

Excuse me.

Anything like him?

Take a good look.

Don't say anything unless you're sure.

No need to hurry, there's plenty of time.

Well?

How much longer is this nonsense going on?

It's worse than being photographed.

Anything like the man?

Yeah, very.

You're sure?

Positive.

Guy we saw was exactly his build.

Wasn't he?

Yes, except this gentleman's shoulders

seem a bit broader to me.

No, I wouldn't say that.

Course, it's not the same back.

Oh, no, it's not the same back.

Well, thank you very much.

You've been a great help.

Haven't they, Mr. Colebrooke?

I'm glad you think so.

I'm convinced he's the man we want.

A, he was on the Heath the
night of the Hampstead murder.

B, there's that slip he made when he said

Regent's Park instead of Hampstead Heath.

And we have that cigar on him.

At least we would have if
that idiot hadn't smoked it.

That'd be C, sir.

That, as you say Sullivan, would be C.

Then there's the taxi man who
brought him here last night

after the Regent's Park
murder was committed.

Listen, Sullivan, that
girl was killed about nine.

But that taxi man told you
he picked up Colebrooke

just before 10, didn't he?

Did he sir?

Well, didn't he?

Yes, of course he did.

Well, Colebrooke's not gonna hang about

in Regent's Park after
he's committed a murder.

So he probably went
straight to Baker Street,

where he picked up that cab.

But that leaves three quarters
of an hour unaccounted for.

What did he do in that time?

Well, one or two pubs around
there, sir, and restaurants.

Yes.

And your wife's second home.

Where?

The Chamber of Horrors.

Here, who told you to
interfere with those curtains?

Who did that?

It ought to have been taken away

but it's holiday time
and we're short-handed.

Who did it?

I came in here last night to lock up

and I found him, just like that.

Some madman, I daresay.

Didn't like the way he
stared at him, perhaps.

Funny how he always seemed to stare at you,

old Colebrooke.

The 'appy 'angman, eh.

Proper Strangler he'd have made, sir.

Strangler with a government license.

Makes you think, don't it?

It certainly does.

"My missus says.

"Great woman, my missus."

Is she, sir?

What's she say, sir?

Your missus, sir.

I haven't got one.

Oh, God.

Set me free.

Set me free.

Is that you, Victor?

Yes, mother.

You're very late, darling.

Are you all right?

Perfectly.

I'll get up, make you a hot drink.

You'll do nothing of the sort.

I'll come in and say good night.

There you are, darling.

You ought to be asleep.

I know, but I thought you might feel lonely

when you cam in.

I would have been.

I want you to feel that
I'm always here for you

to come home to.

You understand?

Yes, Mother, I do.

There's something so sure and so safe.

Safe? Course it is.

What a strange thing to say.

Well, I only meant that no one could come

to any harm in here.

You been out with friends, dear?

No, alone, walking.

Just walking.

Is everything all right at the office?

Nothing's gone wrong, has it?

No.

Well, though, you seem so worried.

It's chilly in here.

Do you mind if I put on the fire?

No, dear, of course not.

Good old Prince.

Do you remember him in my nursery?

Yes, indeed.

I have several things from
the old nursery in here.

Do you remember the day I won this?

I should think I do.

I shall never forget that day, Victor.

And the fat boy who got stuck in the barrel

in the obstacle race.

Mother?

Yes, dear?

What was Father like?

I mean, I was so young when he died.

In what way, dear?

Was he at all like I am now?

In looks, you mean?

No, not in looks.

Mother, you're always saying
that I seem to be worried

about something.

Was Father like that too, always worrying?

Yes, Victor.

Yes, he was.

But I shared his worries.

I knew what they were and
I helped him fight them.

Darling, I know parents
can't expect their children

to share their worries with them.

It's against human nature, I suppose.

But Victor, don't you...

Oh, I've often wanted to
say this to you before.

Don't you think you'd be much happier

if you found some nice
girl, who understood you?

If you got married and settled down?

You must know a lot of girls, Victor.

Though you've never brought
any of them here to see me.

But amongst them all, there must be one.

Surely, there must be one.

Yes, Mother.

I believe there is a girl.

Wasn't it sweet of old
Osborne to let me leave early?

Going out with your bus conductor friend?

You're a snob, Muriel.

Snob?

I only asked a simple question.

It's just the way you said bus conductor.

Bit of a come-down, isn't it?

After that other fellow, Victor.

Have you broken with him?

Nope, but I'm going to.

There's no point in it now.

Okay, pass him on to me.

Tell him you know a smashing blonde.

I'll think about it.

Hello, Anne.

Oh, hello, Victor.

You leaving already?

Yes, I'm leaving an hour earlier.

I want to talk to you, it's very important.

But I'm just going to meet a friend.

Can't you put it off?

I must talk to you.

Can't, I'm afraid.

What about tomorrow?

Yes, I might be able to manage that.

We can have some dinner,

then I want you to meet my mother.

Look, Victor, why don't we just go

for a walk in the park?

We can talk just as easily there.

What's the matter?

You do want to see me, don't you?

Yes, Victor.

Just this once.

What do you mean just this once?

I'm afraid it will have
to be for the last time.

I can't explain now, I'll
explain everything tomorrow.

Anne.

Where shall we meet?

Let me think.

You know that big statue
near Hyde Park Corner?

The man with the shield?

I'll meet you there
tomorrow evening at 7:30.

Is that all right?

Yes, that's all right.

See you tomorrow, then.

I thought you said you
weren't going to see him again.

I couldn't help it.

I didn't know he was coming.

I don't like the look of that guy.

I didn't expect you to.

Anymore than he'd like the look of you.

Anyway, let's hope that's
the last we hear or see

of Victor Colebrooke.

Um, I'm afraid not, Jack.

I promised to meet him tomorrow evening

at 7:30 for the last time.

But why?

Couldn't you have said goodbye just now?

No I couldn't.

He's been awfully decent to me.

There's no reason why we
shouldn't part as good friends.

I'd rather you didn't see him again.

I'm sure you would.

Don't worry.

I don't like it, Anne.

But I promise you,
it'll be for the last time.

I know, Jack.

You've told me for the hundredth time

that you don't like Victor Colebrooke.

And you've told me for the hundredth time

that you do like him.

But not as much as I like you,

otherwise I wouldn't be here.

Oh, yes.

Oh, this looks good.

Hors d'oeuvre or soup?

Soup, please.

Two soups.

Roast beef and Yorkshire?

Wonderful.

Steak and kidney pudding?

Well, it looks like boiled gammon.

I like gammon.

Look, what can we have?

Omelette.

Dried eggs, I suppose.

Two omelettes.

Two omelettes, ice cream to follow.

Lovely.

If there is any left.

If not, baked apple.

What can we have to drink?

Beer, red wine.

Half a bottle of red wine.

You shouldn't have ordered wine.

Why not?

Can't we celebrate the
same as anybody else?

Now if Colebrooke had ordered wine.

Oh, if you mention Victor
Colebrooke's name once again.

I'm sorry, Anne.

I know it's foolish to be jealous

after we've only known
each other a few days, but,

don't forget I've known
you for months and months.

Oh, it sounds silly,

but ever since that first day on the 13 bus

I knew you were the only girl for me.

I felt that way about you too, Jack.

Ever since that night I
lost you on Hampstead Heath.

You see, I'm scared I might lose you, Anne,

that's why I dislike Colebrooke.

He's got so much that I haven't got,

and, well, I'm afraid he'll
take you away from me.

He couldn't do that.

You see, everything's different now, Anne.

Once my ambition was simply
to be a good engineer.

But now there's a reason for that ambition.

I love you, Anne.

More than anybody could love you.

I know every boy says it to every girl,

but you must believe me.

I love you with all my heart and soul.

I love you, too.

Really.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Might be a report on anyone's movements.

Where is he now?

He was at home, sir,

when Barnes took over from me last night.

All right, Ellis, don't let up on him.

He's bound to give himself
away sooner or later.

It's only a question of time.

Very good, sir.

Morning, sir.

What do you want, a cigar?

Well, what is it?

Another of those Strangler postcards, sir.

Why didn't you say so?

All right.

Oh, Sullivan, I'm flattered.

It's addressed to me personally this time

instead of The Big Four.

Just what I've been waiting for.

Get me the Assistant Commissioner, please.

What's it say?

"Poor old Conway.

"Not getting very far, are you?

"Seven unsolved murders
and another tomorrow."

That's today.

Yes.

Good morning, sir.

It's Conway here.

Can I come round and see you right away?

Yes, it's urgent.

Another Strangler postcard.

Thank you, sir.

I'll come straight over.

Well, as you feel so
strongly on the matter, Conway,

you shall have all the
cooperation and men you want.

Thank you, sir.

Well, I hope you get him this time.

But if you think you know your man,

why don't you arrest him at once,

and make sure of preventing another murder?

We haven't got enough evidence

so we simply haven't got a case.

Although I intend to prevent
him committing another murder,

I do want to catch him attempting one.

But if you don't, and he succeeds

in killing again tonight?

We've got to take that risk, sir.

We haven't had the fellow out
of our sight the whole time.

He's been under observation.

Very well.

Star News or Standard!

New threat by the Strangler!

Another murder tonight!

Star News or Standard!

You've not been long, dear.

I've just been to get the papers.

You'll be in to dinner, then.

No, I've got to go out.

I'm late already.

I'm just going to the
post, madam, shan't be long.

Oh, very well, Florrie.

Anything wrong, madam?

No.

I'll keep that one.

Victor.

Victor, what has come over you?

What's wrong?

What do you mean, spying on me like this?

Creeping into the room and
watching me all the time.

Why are you staring at me?

The look on your face frightened me, dear.

Ah, yes, the look on my face.

I know that look.

I'm like him, aren't I?

I must have stared at you
as he stared at me so often.

But he won't stare again!

Because he's no face!

No face!

I smashed him!

Victor!

Now you'll be able to tell everybody

that you know I'm mad.

Not that you merely think it.

Oh, don't, darling, don't.

You do think it, don't you?

You're convinced I'm mad.

Well, perhaps I am.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

Oh, Mother.

I wish I were dead.

My dear boy.

What is the matter,
saying things like that?

When I fly off at you like that,

I know I'm doing it but
I don't want to do it.

I just can't prevent myself.

It's just, just that you've let your nerves

get the better of you, dear.

Oh, that's all you think it is, dear?

Mm-hmm.

I'm sure if you'd only
see that nerve specialist.

He'd make a different
man of you in no time.

Different!

I don't want to be different!

I want to be as I am, as I
was born, I was meant to be.

Not like somebody else.

Where's my notebook?

Have you got it?

Where is it?

No, dear, I haven't got it.

Perhaps you put it in your pocket.

Pocket.

Victor.

Victor, don't go!

Victor, come back!

Come back!

No, no!

It's impossible!

I've got the search warrant.

Anything from Ellis?

No sir, nothing.

I don't know whether
it means anything, sir,

but according to his report here,

that fellow Colebrooke sometimes goes

to a gramophone shop in the city.

Well, what's wrong with that?

Well, sir, you remember
that bus conductor fellow

we had up here over the
Hampstead Heath job?

This shop happens to be
the one his girl works at.

You may have got something there, Sullivan.

Perhaps she's the very
girl that Colebrooke...

Look up the number in the phonebook.

No good, sir, Saturday, they're closed.

Have you got the girl's private address?

No, sir, we didn't bother to take it.

Oh, blast!

Well, that bus conductor fellow,

he lives out Victoria Way
somewhere, doesn't he?

Yes, sir.

Look up his address.

I'll put out an all stations call for him.

Madam, are you in...

Oh, madam, whatever's happened?

I'm all right, Florrie.

I'm all right now.

It can't be true!

It can't be true!

What can't be true, madam?

Is it something to do with Mr. Victor?

He's mad, Florrie.

He's raving mad!

No, of course he's not.

He is, he is.

It's what I've been dreading
ever since he was born.

But he can't help it, Florrie.

Whatever he's done, he can't help it!

It's in his blood.

I'd never have married
his father if I'd known.

It was there, that same terrible look

came into his father's eyes sometimes.

But I helped Harry.

I helped him to fight it,

and I never thought...

I've watched over Victor.

I've tried to guard him.

I must go to Hyde Park at once!

He's gone there, Florrie,
and I've got to find him.

I've got to, at once!

I can't let it happen again!

Bright, bright as day

Oh, how they sweetly sing

Worthy is our Savior King

Loud let His praises ring

Praise, praise for aye

There is a happy land

Far, far away

Where saints in glory stand

Bright, bright as day

My bag!

Somebody stole my bag!

Mousie Knight.

You've recovered pretty quick, haven't you?

I'm not feeling so good now.

Take him away.

Mrs. Colebrooke?

Anyone in?

That's odd.

Have a look in there.

Well?

A good dinner getting spoiled, that's all.

Come on.

This must be his room.

Smashed gramophone record.

Wonder what's been going on?

Think he's bolted?

Won't get far, with Ellis on his tail.

"Another murder tonight."

Hmm.

We'll see about that.

Oh, unfinished whiskey here.

Leave it unfinished.

Someone's been burning some papers.

"Aren, Regent's Park."

That'd be McLaren, Regent's Park.

Can't get away from that.

Torn out of this diary.

Yeah.

"Strangler threatens again."

Someone started to cut this one out.

I think I've got something here.

See that?

It fits.

Here, look.

Same type of postcard.

Yes, we've got a case
against him now, all right.

Next time Ellis phones,

I'll get them to tell
him to make an arrest.

Smith, has Ellis...

What!

Where?

The idiot!

Was Ragot with him, then?

Oh, the fool!

Inspector Morton, put me through.

What's happened?

Ellis followed Colebrooke into Hyde Park

and lost him in the crowd.

Hello, Morton?

I've just heard about Ellis.

Yes, have you warned the local stations?

Well, do it now!

Yes, every man they've got standing by

and all our own, too.

And send out a general
call on him, right away.

Take this down.

Wanted for murder.

Victor James Colebrooke.

Age, 35.

Height, five foot 11.

Clean-shaven.

Medium fair hair and blue eyes.

Wearing gray single-breasted suit.

Light raincoat.

And green-gray slouch hat
pulled down over his eye.

Wanted for murder.

Victor James Colebrooke.

Age, 35.

Height, five foot 11.

Here, sir.

Thank you.

Jack Williams?

Yes, what's the trouble?

Your girl, Anne Fielding.

Anne, what about her?

You met her first on
Hampstead Heath, didn't you?

Yes.

She had another appointment
that night and missed it.

That's right.

What's happened?

Any idea who the man
was she intended to meet?

Yes, fellow by the name
of Victor Colebrooke, why?

He's wanted for murder.

What!

Wait a minute, not so fast.

You know where she is now?

Yes, she's meeting him in Hyde Park.

Whereabouts in Hyde Park?

Achilles statue, you
know, Hyde Park Corner.

Where's your phone?

Here!

I'm not late, am I?

Only a few minutes.

I'm sorry.

Still, considering I
kept you waiting an hour

up on the Heath...

Well, what would you like to do?

I don't mind.

Let's start over here
by the lake, shall we?

Wanted for murder.

Victor James Colebrooke.

He's not here, Florrie.

We're too late.

Madam, let me take you home.

But I must find him, I must!

Dry up, can't you, and
give the music a chance.

Are you serious about
what you told me yesterday?

What?

That this is to be our last meeting?

I can't believe you're serious.

Oh, Victor, I am, I'm afraid.

Look, Victor, there's something
I've got to say to you.

Yes?

It's this, Victor.

I don't see any sense
in us going on meeting.

You see,

I found somebody else.

Well, I must say Anne,
that's wonderful for you.

I congratulate you.

Who is he?

Just an ordinary sort of person.

Bus conductor, as a matter of fact.

He's going to be an engineer.

You prefer him to me.

Yes.

You see, I love him.

I thought I'd rather tell you than write

or anything like that.

You do understand, don't you?

Of course, Anne.

I understand perfectly.

Well, we can spend the rest

of the evening together anyway, can't we?

All right, then.

Where shall we go?

Let's cut across there.

Wanted for murder.

Victor James...

Oh, there you are.

Oh, switch that thing off.

Well, how'd you lose him?

Your mustache get in your eyes?

Well, sir, it wasn't
as though I hadn't tried.

I'm sure it wasn't.

Well, Sergeant, what's been done so far?

A complete cordon thrown round the park

and we've had a message.

Jack Williams, the bus conductor,

says that they were meeting
at the Achilles statue.

Oh, that's good.

That narrows the field a bit.

He won't walk far and he
won't get away this time.

If he hasn't done so already.

What are you talking about?

Sorry, sir.

Now we'll have the park cleared from here

to Hyde Park Corner and to Marble Arch.

Anywhere where there are crowds.

Sorry, sir, you can't clear the park

without permission of the Office of Works.

I'm the head keeper.

I don't care who you are,
those parts of the park

are going to be cleared.

Now, you start at the statue.

Yes, sir.

You will do nothing of
the sort without permission.

He's right sir.

I know.

I must have it in writing, sir.

It's one of my jobs.

Now, look here.

Don't worry about him, sir.

Let me hop on one of those
motorbikes out there.

I'll get the blasted permission.

Oh, all right.

Can we have a boat, please?

You've only got 20 minutes, sir.

It hardly seems worth it.

We might as well, now we're here.

It's getting cold, too.

Come on.

I've had enough of this.

Don't stand there staring at me,

go ahead and clear the park!

Not util I've seen that
permission in writing, sir.

Oh, permission be blowed!

There's a girl's life to think of.

I'm sorry, sir, I can't do it.

Saturday night, the band
concert half finished,

the Park full of people, and...

Ellis.

Yes, sir.

Get the band conductor to play The King.

And no back answers from him.

Right sir.

And if you don't do as I tell you,

I'll have you arrested
for obstructing the police

in the execution of their duty.

I protest, sir!

Protest util you're blue
in the face, but do it.

Don't go too far, we
won't get back in time.

You know, I've often wondered

about what that little island is like.

Let's land and look
around before we go back.

It's forbidden.

Oh, that doesn't matter.

I'll pull around to the other side

where the boatman can't see us.

The King.

Come along now, please.

What's going on here?

Clearing the park, now.

Come along there, come along.

What's all this about?

Don't mind about that.

Come along, come along.

Would you believe it?

Do you think it's worthwhile?

It will soon be dark.

Let's go back.

We may as well look round, now we're here.

Move along please.

Come along ma'am.

Yes, we're going.

No, no, I can't go!

I must find my son.

He's somewhere in the park.

Sorry, madam.

Then I must see Inspector Conway.

All boats in!

All in!

What's that?

What are they calling?

Never mind about that.

I want to talk to you.

I brought you out here

because I don't want anybody else to hear

what I'm going to say.

What is it, Victor?

Anne, I understand you
better than you think.

I know why you're giving me
up for this bus conductor.

This ordinary sort of
person, as you call him.

It's because you think
I wouldn't marry you.

That's it, isn't it?

Supposing I did ask you to marry me?

That would alter everything, wouldn't it?

Wouldn't it?

Don't let's talk about it here.

Let's go back.

When can talk about it just
as well on our way back.

Well, I am asking you to marry me.

I want you to be my wife.

We'll go away together somewhere.

Right away.

I'll give you everything you want, Anne.

And I'll be safe.

Safe with you.

My mother knows.

She understands.

She knows what she saved my father from.

You will marry me, won't you?

No, Victor.

No, I can't.

Help me.

Help me, Anne.

I don't know what you mean,
but I can't marry you, ever.

Why not?

Because I love Jack.

Oh, so you prefer him to me, do you?

You think he's better than I am, do you?

I didn't say that, Victor.

You know quite well he isn't.

You'd rather have me but you
think I'm too far above you.

That's the trouble, isn't it?

If you like, Victor.

Go on, then, say it.

Say it, then!

You know I'm better than he is.

You know I'm worth a
hundred fellows like him.

Go on, say it when I tell you.

I can't, Victor.

Sorry.

Let me through I've got to go in.

Nobody can get in, the
park's being cleared.

But my girl's in there with the Strangler.

I'm going in!

That's right.

I thought it was funny,

taking a boat out for 20 minutes.

He's out there somewhere.

He must be out on the island.

Here, you leave that boat alone!

Oh, come in, Mrs. Colebrooke.

Sit down.

Now, what is it?

Mr. Conway, it's my son.

He's on the Serpentine Island, sir.

Oh! Don't let them hurt him!

Whatever he's done, he can't help it!

There, there Mrs. Colebrooke.

You stay here.

Look after her, Sergeant.

Why are you trying to put me off like this?

What are you trying to
do, make a fool of me?

You heard what I said.

I can't think when you're
talking to me like that.

You're frightening me.

What's the matter with you?

Oh, so I frighten you, do I?

You don't like the way I
stare at you, is that it?

Go on, tell me I'm mad.

Tell me I'm mad, as my mother does.

Why am I frightening you?

Victor, you are mad.

Let me go!

Please let me go!

You silly little fool.

You think you can treat me like that.

You're the same as all the others.

You're the same as that woman on the Heath.

The same as that little
fool in Regent's Park.

Victor!

It was you.

No, it wasn't me.

It was him.

William Colebrooke.

They paid him for doing what I did.

You've had your chance, Anne.

You were the one girl
who could have saved me

and saved yourself too.

But it's too late now!

Help!

Help!

Anne, Anne, where are you?

Anne, Anne.

Anne! Anne, are you all right?

Jack.

Darling.

Victor's around here, Sergeant?

Yes.

He's in the water,
making for the other bank.

Right.

Other side.

Let's have that spotlight.

Come out, Colebrooke.

It's all over!

You won't get me, Conway!

You'll never pay anybody to hang me!

Wasn't me, it was him!

William Colebrooke!

I only did what he did!

Better take her straight home, Williams.

Yes.

And you be more careful

who you walk out with
next time, young lady.

You bet she will.

It's all right, sir, I've got it.

Got what?

Permission from the Office of Works.

You've nothing to worry about.

You can clear the park.