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(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

On one side, officer, if you please.

Let's have a little respect here.

Thank you, officer.

-(BELL JANGLING)
-This way.

The late Mister Dabcock, I presume?

Dabcock, Alfred George.

21 Poplar Street.

He was playing croquet yesterday.
Not a care in the world.

Sic transit gloria mundi.

Cor, stone a suffering duck.

Ruddy near torn me armholes out.

-Weighs a bloomin' ton!
-Not 'alf it don't.

-They get heavier and heavier.
-Hiya, Jim.

Hmph!
Been stealing cigarettes again?

NARCY:
What do you want?

It's Soapy and me,
and Bert and Curley.

-Run into any trouble?
-No.

Let's have a dekko
at the body in the bag, then.

Okay by you, Curley?

Okay by me, mate.

Aggie, give Limpy the buzz
that the stuff's here.

Curley'll bring it out to
Lambeth tonight, usual time.

Consider it done.

Keep out a couple of hundred
for me, will you?

My boyfriend smokes like a chimney.

By the way, you boys
are getting a new playmate.

-Who is he?
-Bloke out of the RAF.

He's found life a bit tame
since he's been demobbed.

Name of Morgan.

-Morgan.
-Who?

What's his speciality?

He's got class.

We need a bit of that
in our business.

Not that I ain't got it meself,
but he was born into it.

I'm seeing him later tonight.
If we agree on terms,

I'll be bringing him
back here tomorrow.

-(PHONE RINGING)
-Have you checked on his credentials?

Ask a silly question,
and you'll get a silly answer.

You're the boss.

Nice of you to say so.

Limpy's on the phone.

(HUMMING A TUNE)

He wants to talk to you about some
New Zealand mutton.

I say, Soapy,
keep me a leg of it.

If there's one thing
my boyfriend likes, it's mutton.

-Dressed as lamb.
-(LAUGHTER)

I hope you never spoke
to your mother like that.

I never had one.

Come, come, you must be
the son of a...

something.

Look here, Narcy. This Morgan,
I suppose he's an amateur?

We all gotta begin some time,
don't we?

Sounds like trouble to me.

I'm ashamed of you, Bert, standing in
the way of a job for an ex-serviceman.

Sometimes I wonder
what England's coming to.

Hello, hello. Look who's here.

-How's my handsome boy tonight?
-Can't complain, ducky.

Clem Morgan here?

Morgan? Morgan?

Oh, yes, the RAF type.

Over at the bar there
with the priority blonde.

Narcissus, dear,
can you sell me a case of Scotch?

I'm temporarily out of Scotch.

Can't get the labels printed
owing to paper shortage.

I'll pay you five pounds a bottle
for the genuine stuff

and three for the floor varnish.

-That's a very good price.
-Not 'alf it ain't.

Sorry I can't oblige.

What are you drinking?

We're disguising ourselves
heavily as Scotch.

At least the trade name Scotch.

Ellen, meet Narcy.
Narcy, Ellen.

Hello, Narcy.

Pleased to make
your acquaintance, I'm sure.

CLEM: Pull up a stool, old boy.
Sit down before you fall down.

Same again 'ere.
Double gin for me.

Well, how you been keeping, Clem?

-Sober.
-That's the ticket.

Did you meet my popsie?

Ellen, Narcy.

Ellen's a very sympathetic type.

Without Ellen, no birds would sing.

Sounds like he's 7,000 feet
up in the air, doesn't it?

Oh, he's just feeling
sorry for himself.

Sorry? Bored.

Bored.

If it weren't for Ellen, I'd be liable
to do meself a mischief and spin in.

Too much energy,
that's your trouble, Clem.

Too much animal spirits.

-What you need's an outlet.
-What he needs is another war.

Is it my fault if I've got
too set in my habit?

Fill 'em up again, all round.

-ELLEN: Oh, not for me, thank you.
-Oh, come on!

We're all friends together, I hope.

Fill 'em up! Fill 'em up!
My friend will pay in Japanese yen.

He's a bloke after me own heart.

You and me ought to get along
like an 'ouse on fire, Clem.

This is the kind gentleman
I was telling you about.

He's offered me a job.

Oh, what kind?

Oh, what you might call
"free enterprise".

Indeed you might.

Indeed you might.

Well?

-Well, what?
-Is it a deal?

Tell you what I'll do.
I'll toss you for it.

Give me a double-headed penny.

All I got's an ordinary one.

San fairy ann.

-Heads, it's a deal. Tails, no soap.
-Fair enough.

-What's yours?
-Tails.

-Tails it is!
-Tails it is.

Okey dokey, it's a deal.
Here's to it.

To Narcissus and Morgan,
the poor man's Fortnum and Mason.

(APPROACHING HOOVES)

Here come the boys, Cora.
What are you going to do?

Borrow another
couple of quid from Soapy?

No, I don't need any money anymore.

I just want to remind him
that I'm still alive.

Hmph. You picked
a funny place to do it.

(BELL JANGLING)

Well? And what did the
old cow die of this time?

Nylons.

Well, keep out a couple of
pairs for me, will you?

My boyfriend likes me in them.

I was beginning to forget
what you looked like.

What are you doing here?

I told you not to bother me
during office hours.

Well, are you coming round
to the pub tonight?

Maybe.
Hop it now, will you?

Forward, please.

That's it.

There she goes.

-Welcome home, boys.
-Hello, Narcy.

Hello, Clem, cock.
You have a nice trip?

-No bones broken.
-That's the ticket.

How do I look?

To the manor born.

Hello, Clem.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you,
of course, you big silly.

I was worried about you.

Sure! We was talking about the
good books you've been reading lately.

That's a very cultured fiancée
you have in Ellen, Clem.

I'm all for a bit of culture.

Is it nailed down?

No just press button A.

Everything here?
Don't look like much.

700 nylons, Limpy said.

Yeah, you can't trust Limpy further

than you can see him
with your eyes shut.

-What are you looking for?
-Bed bugs.

-Everything's there.
-Who said it wasn't?

Ah, there's the stuff that
builds bonny babies, me boy!

There's more mazuma
in that there parcel

than you'll see in
a month of foggy Fridays.

-What is it?
-Sherbet.

No coupons.

Since when have you been
handling that stuff?

What's the matter with you?

I never agreed to meddle
with that muck.

This is just a special job for a friend.

Are there gonna be any more?

I wouldn't say yes,
and I wouldn't say no.

-Well you better make up your mind.
-AGGIE: Hey, come off it.

Anyone would think
this was a peace conference.

I don't think I know
what you mean by that, Clem.

If there's any minds to be made up
around here, they ain't gonna be mine.

I ain't an amateur mucking about
for the fun of it.

I built up this business from nothing,
and I'm the boss.

If I wanna peddle sherbet,
I'll peddle sherbet,

even if it hurts your finer feelings.

Fair enough?

Or do you think we're not
respectable enough to suit you?

Now that you really look at us.

If you're handling that stuff,
I'm not playing.

Do you want me to
give you back your ring,

or may I keep it among my souvenirs?

Now, now, knock it, boys.
This is no time for back-chat.

You've got to be on the
job again in half an hour.

Narcy ain't going to run this stuff
as a steady line, Clem.

He's just passing it through for Limpy,
same as Limpy does favours for us.

You just ruffled his feathers a bit.

Now come on, kiss and make up.
And let's go and have a drink.

Well, you've got my name down, Narcy.

If you're peddling that tanglefoot,
I'm packing up.

-You're not, though, are you, Narcy?
-No.

But I don't like being criticised.

I've got a very
sensitive nature, you know.

You wouldn't think it, but I have.

Aggie, tell Limpy we won't do any more
special favours for him,

on account of it gives Clem heartburn.

Consider it done.

Sorry I snapped your head off, Clem.
No of fence meant. None taken, I hope.

Soapy, tell Curley the stuff's here,
and to pick it up right away.

You blokes come with me,
and I'll give you the set-up for tonight.

Only one watchman and he's half deaf.

-That's right, isn't it, Bert?
-That's right.

Be as easy as taking jujubes
from a blind baby.

About the only thing we haven't done.

We're on our knees.

What do you mean?

We're slumming.

This is as good a racket
as any other these days.

That's what I thought,
but I've stopped thinking it.

You've never seen me this way
before, have you, really?

What way?

Stone cold sober.

Just because you and Narcy
had a bit of a flare-up?

It's not that.

I'm pulling out of this business.

-You can't do that now.
-Why not?

You know too much.

You're darn right I know too much.

Don't be a fool, Clem.

I've always been a fool.

I may be a crook,
but not that sort of crook. No.

What are you going to do
about tonight?

I'll go through with the job
because I said I would.

After that, they can kiss
you and me goodbye.

Fair enough.

Unless it'll break your heart
to tear yourself away from Narcy?

Don't be silly.

Just so we understand each other.
That's all, baby.

Don't do anything hasty,
will you, Clem?

(CLOCK CHIMING)

(DISTANT SHIP'S HORN)

What's your opinion of Clem, Soapy?

Oh, he ain't doing too bad
for an amateur.

Bit stuck-up about one or two things,
but he'll get over it.

No, he's got a nasty nature, Clem has.
Turn on you soon as look at you.

Jealous, too, I'll be bound.

I never did like jealousy.

Very neurotic type, Clem is.

You ain't got your eye
on his girl, have you?

Who, me?

What a nasty mind
you have sometimes, Soapy.

I've got me own girl, ain't I?

Sally's good enough for me,
I should hope.

No, it's just I don't like amateurs.

I gave the watchman one for his nob.

Clem's getting the stuff ready inside.

-That's the landing.
-Okay, shove off, then

See you back at the shop.

Good luck.

-What do you send him home for?
-Oh, I got me reasons.

-You in good shape tonight, Soapy?
- I hope so. II...

You and me may have to do
a bit of quick sprinting.

Draw up by the landing.

What's up, Narcy?

Oh, nothing.
Just that I got a presentiment.

You know me, the deep type.

Could've made a fortune
reading tea cups.

All clear?

All clear.

Next instalment coming right up.

(ALARM RINGING)

Get In.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

-Hit him.
-What?

Hit him!

No, you won't.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(POLICE WHISTLE BLOWING)

Give us a hand.

(POLICE WHISTLE BLOWING)

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

Check up on this bird.

Who is it?

61 Archer, sir.

Is he badly hurt?

He's had it, sir.

-INMATE #1: Who's the new one?
-INMATE #2: Morgan.

-INMATE #3: What's he in for?
-INMATE #4: Manslaughter. Killed a cop.

INMATE #5: That's not manslaughter.
It's fumigation.

-INMATE #6: What's his stretch?
-INMATE #7: Fifteen years.

INMATE #8:
Oh, my aching back.

GUARD:
Right!

Morgan, you're wanted.

-OFFICER: Morgan, you got a family?
-No.

-You sure?
-Yes.

That's odd.
Your sister's here to see you.

Sister?

Tell her to hop it.

Better tell her yourself.
You've got fifteen minutes.

Come along, Morgan.

(QUIET CHATTERING)

Miss Morgan?

WOMAN #1: And what am I supposed to eat?
You might have thought of all that.

MAN #1: I can't be expected
to think of everything...

WOMAN #2: Frankly, your lawyer
says you got off lightly.

MAN #2:
Well, get me another lawyer, then.

WOMAN #3: How have you been
getting along since they've changed...?

Hello, Clem.

Who the hell are you?

-Narcy's girlfriend. Sally Connor.
-Then you know what you can do.

I bet you say that to all the girls.

What do you want here?

Oh, I was just passing by.
Thought I'd drop in.

Has your girlfriend been to see you
since you moved in here?

Who wants to know?

I do.

She hasn't, has she?

You don't have to try and save face.
I know darn well she hasn't.

Anyone'd think you were
minding your own business.

GUARD:
All right, sit down.

I am minding my own business.

Or I wouldn't be keeping you from
a Turkish bath, believe you me.

What's Ellen got to do with you?

Only that she and Narcy
are waltzing in a dream.

What makes you think I give a damn?

Look, Clem, I don't
know you from Adam.

I never met you before.

If your girlfriend had kept
her finger out of my pie,

I wouldn't need to know you now.

I'm a chorus girl.

I know how to take care of myself,
which is more than you did.

You'll have to take my word for it
that I'm on the level.

I bet you are. Like Narcy was.

Don't be stupid all your life.
I know you were framed.

Cora told me.

I didn't notice her
giving any evidence at my trial.

SALLY: Soapy sends
his regards, by the way.

-GUARD: Time's up.
-He's not looking so well these days.

Something he ate?

I thought you might like to know
his conscience is troubling him.

What's the game?

What do you want?

I might be able to persuade Soapy
to turn King's evidence.

He hasn't got the guts of a flea.
He'd do it.

And why should you take such
a deep personal interest in my welfare?

I wanted to see the kind of chap
Narcy double-crossed

before I decided which way to jump.

I'd like to help you.

I believe you. Thousands wouldn't.

If I wasn't on the level,
what do you think I'm doing here?

You came down here
in a bad fit of jealousy

to make as much trouble
as you knew how.

You'd be the first
to yell your head off

if anything happened
to your precious Narcy.

-I'm through with Narcy.
-Listen, Mata Hari.

I'll square up with Narcy
in my own time.

Tell him that the next time
that he wants to send anyone

snooping round here, to pick
someone who can do it better.

Go on, go home.

Well, if that's the way
you feel about it,

you'd better ring for your butler
and have me shown out.

That'd be the first time
you weren't thrown out.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Time's up.

(ORCHESTRA PLAYING)

3 What if tomorrow
brings nothing but sorrow?

TOGETHER:
♪ Who cares? I love you

♪ Caress me ♪

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

Sally, did you see Cora?
She's looking for you.

Oh, perfect, Johnny.
Thanks.

Cora's got a nerve, coming back here
after being fired out on her ear.

I asked her to.

-Hello, Cora.
-Hello, Sally.

What did you want
to talk to me about?

Something private.

I want your help.

I may need quite a lot of it.

You were the only one
who was kind to me

when they fired me from here.

I'll never forget you for that. Ever.

- Went to see Clem Morgan on Sunday.
-What for?

I wanted to see
the kind of man Narcy framed.

Cripes!

-I want you to help me get him out.
-No.

Yes, you and Soapy.

If Soapy turned King's evidence,
there'd be nothing they could do about it.

What are you talking about, Sally?

Narcy watches him every minute,
ever since the trial.

He'd kill him.

You don't know Narcy.
You never did.

You don't have to tell me about Narcy.

I want you to bring Soapy round
to my flat one night this week.

-He wouldn't come.
-He would for you.

I can't.

I can't ask him to do a thing
like that, Sally. Not even for you.

It isn't fair to ask me.

All right. Where do I find him?

He comes round to Joe's sometimes
when I'm singing there.

But he can't help you.
I can tell you that now.

I'd still prefer
to ask him for myself.

-But Narcy...
-Narcy?

I'm not frightened of Narcy
like you and Soapy are.

-He wouldn't dare try anything on me.
-Oh, wouldn't he?

For Pete's sake, leave the
whole lot of them alone, Sally.

You don't know when you're well off.

-Good night, Sally
-Good night.

Next time you cut in on my top note,
I'll bite your nose off.

Right in front of
all those people out there.

All right, all right.
Take it up with Sam.

He's waving the stick, not me.

I just come in when
he gives me the cue.

Why, hello, Narcy.

-Hello, Olga. Sally still here?
-I suppose so.

-Had a change of heart?
-Maybe.

Sally still in there?

Well, if it isn't Superman.

Whippet Quick to you.

Where were you on Sunday?

What do you care?

Did you go to see Clem Morgan?

Where's he playing this week?

What did you tell him?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You told him I was
going with his girl, didn't you?

You don't mean that
great big beautiful doll

whose mother was
frightened by a duck?

Take your hands off me!

I've got to teach you
to keep your talk to yourself, Sally.

It's gonna hurt me
more than it does you,

but it's for your own good, see?

You try knocking me about here

-and they'll send for the police
-Let em!

-(CLATTERING)
(HARD SLAP)

Always the perfect little gentleman.

-That was just to get me 'and in.
-(HARD SLAPS)

(SCREAMING)

Poor kid.

Oh, take it easy, ducks.
I'll go and get help.

Bill!

Bill! Give us a hand, quick.

Go and get a taxi.
We've got to get Sally home.

Narcy's just beaten her up.

Why, the big lug!
I'll get a taxi right away.

Bill's going to get us a taxi.
We'll soon get you home.

(GROANING)

Are you too badly hurt to walk?

Oh, don't worry, ducks.
We'll look after you.

Here we are, honey.
You made it in great style.

Go and turn on the bath, Bill

-I'll fix the bed.
-Okay.

(DOOR CLOSING)

There you are.

(BATH RUNNING)

No man ever beat me up before.

I warned you about
getting in too deep.

You never did understand Narcy.

He's bad, he's really bad.

BILL:
Bath's running.

-Can you make coffee, Bill?
-Like a dream.

It's in a tin marked "Curry Powder"
on the top shelf.

Make it strong.

And shut the door.

You will steer clear of Narcy
from now on, won't you Sally?

He's not even a respectable crook.

He's just cheap, rotten,
after-the-war trash.

Will you use that nightie,
or shall I get you a new one?

There's one in the drawer.
The top drawer.

I've been such a fool, Cora.

We all make a mistake or two
We wouldn't be human if we didn't.

But promise me you'll steer clear
of that gang from now on.

Clem Morgan included.

You're not really tough.

Not tough enough to take care
of yourself at a pinch like I am.

You're not really tough at all.
You just try to be.

Just because you thought
it was the smart thing to do.

Will you promise me?

I never want to see any of them again
as long as I live.

That's the ticket.

Here we are,
some nice strong coffee,

and a sort of sandwich made by Bill.

I think he should take first bite
in case it chokes him.

It's good for you.

Come on, try and drink a little
even if you don't really want it.

(SWALLOWING)

(SOBBING)

CORA:
There, there.

OFFICER:
Right!

INMATE #1:
Who's gone?

-INMATE #2: Morgan.
-INMATE #3: Rule Britannia!

WARDEN: Morgan got away from my men,
and he's heading your way.

POLICE RADIO:
George Clement Morgan.

Repeat, George Clement Morgan.
Age: 27.

-Height: five foot ten and a half.
-WARDEN: Every available man is after him.

But I'll still need all the
police you can spare.

POLICE RADIO:
Height: five foot ten and a half.

Brown hair, grey eyes.

Repeat. Brown hair, grey eyes.

Serving 15 years for manslaughter.

Towards Glossop Wood.

POLICE RADIO: ...for manslaughter.
George Clement Morgan.

Repeat, George Clement Morgan.

We got those bloodhounds on the job!

POLICE RADIO: Age: 27.
Height: five foot ten and a half.

Repeat. Age: 27.

(SAW BLADE WHIRRING)

(DOG BARKING)

Stop! Or I'll fire.

(GUNSHOT)

Mr Keeley, the farmer, insists he hit
Morgan when he fired at him,

and it is now considered possible that
the escaped man, though still at large,

is suffering from severe wounds.

It is now 24 hours
since Morgan escaped

from a road party
working near the prison.

Police cordons have been combing
the neighbouring country

and detailed warnings are being circulated
among the more outlying districts.

Morgan, a black marketeer...

-Your turn.
-...was serving a 15 years term for manslaughter.

Mr Carter, when questioned by
a number of his constituents,

replied that he had been...

NARCY:
Getting himself shot!

I always said he was a bad amateur.

POLICE RADIO:
George Clement Morgan.

Repeat, George Clement Morgan.

Age: 27.

Height: five foot ten and a half.

Repeat. Age: 27.

Height: five foot ten and a half,
brown hair...

(STATELY CLASSICAL PIANO PLAYING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(PIANO PIECE ENDS)

Are you alone?

-No.
-Who else?

Only my husband.

Where is he?

Asleep, I think.

Do you know who I am?

Yes.

Are you afraid of me?

No.

I want clothes.

-You're wounded, aren't you?
-No, I'm not.

-But they said on the wireless that...
-Never mind what they said.

I can let you have some clothes.

You'll want some food,
too, won't you?

I wouldn't turn up my nose at it.

I think there's enough
hot water for a bath.

You'd need that most of all,
I should think.

I'd prefer not to be
arrested in the altogether,

if it's all the same to you.

Nobody will arrest you
while you are in this house.

I give you my word.

Why?

Have you fallen in love
with my beautiful wavy hair?

No.

You can do me a service
in return for helping you.

Me?

Do you a service?

If you come with me,
I'll show you the bathroom.

You can use my husband's
shaving things.

-Sure he won't mind?
-No, he won't mind.

It's this way.

-Do you mind if I go first?
-It's your privilege.

Through that door.

You can put those things
outside for me to burn.

I'll leave you some
fresh clothes on that chair.

And then make a dash
for the telephone.

We haven't got a telephone.

You'll find a fresh towel
on the rack in there.

(DOG BARKING OUTSIDE)

It's a very good fit, considering.

You don't hear me complaining, do you?

I'll make you up a parcel of food
to take with you when you go.

I hope this is enough meanwhile.

(DOOR BANGING)

(WHISPERING)
It's all right, it's only my husband.

-(LOUD THUD)
-Damn.

Hello.

Sorry, my dear,
I didn't know you had company.

Just forget you saw me.

Just forget.

Is he always like that?

Yes, he's always like that.

Bad luck.

What were you in prison for?

Something I didn't do.

You killed someone, didn't you?

The law says I did.

You were a gangster.

Madam, the only reason I'm
a fat-headed damn fool and not a hero

is because I went on doing what
the country put me in a uniform to do,

after they'd taken it back.

-What were you in?
-The RAF.

Did you see much action?

I was a POW in Germany for two years.
I escaped.

When you escaped,

did you have to kill anybody?

Too right I did.
But I didn't kill that copper.

Who did?

-What do you care?
-I do care.

A black marketeer called Narcy killed him,
as far as I can remember.

-Narcy?
-Short for Narcissus.

But you did kill a man
when you escaped from Germany?

-Mm-hmm.
-How did you kill him?

-With a beer bottle.
-A beer bottle?

It's all right, it was empty.

Can you use a gun?

Maybe.

Pick up that handkerchief.

Would that be of any use to you?

It'll keep off the mosquitos.

You can have it.

-On one condition.
-What's that?

I want you to shoot my husband.

You're round the bend.

I'm in deadly earnest.

Well, if he bothers you so much,
why don't you shoot him yourself?

Because they'd hang me.

(CHUCKLING)
You want jam on it, don't you?

One more murder can't
make much difference to you.

-You're a hunted man anyway.
-We're quibbling on a technical point.

-What?
-I'm not a murderer.

Then you won't do it?

What do you take me for?

Thanks for the clothes, the food,
and the shampoo.

I'll do the same for you sometime.

You coward, you coward!

You want to get rid of one or two
of those motherly ideas of yours,

or they'll land you
in the kind of soup I'm in.

Thanks again, and good night.

(DISTANT TRAIN WHISTLE)

(DOOR OPENING)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUN CLICKING)

RADIO: Mrs Fenshaw has been
removed to a hospital

in a state of nervous collapse.

She was able, however,
to give a complete description

of the clothes stolen by Morgan
after the murder of her husband.

He is wearing a check tweed coat,

grey trousers, cream shirt,

striped tie, a belted raincoat...

Bad company you used to keep
before you met me, eh?

RADIO: This is the fifth day
that Morgan has been at large.

The police in the Exeter area
have been warned

that he might be making his way
in that direction.

-(NARCY RETUNING RADIO)
-What do we do if he gets to London?

Get to London?
Who, Clem? Ha!

-Don't make me laugh.
-(LIGHT MUSIC PLAYING)

What you been doing,
listening to Soapy?

Clem'll get about as far as I could
throw a dead elephant

with one arm tied behind me back.

I knew he'd get out.

I knew we hadn't seen the last of him.

I told you he'd get out somehow.

-Well, that's no skin off your nose.
-Oh, ain't it?

It's me he's after, all right.

Don't you fret about that.
It's me he's after.

He thinks it's me what framed him.

I only done what Narcy told me to do.

-Narcy told me to hit that copper!
-Oh, shut your gob.

You never know who's listening
in this flea circus.

Narcy slugged him
over the head, not me.

I was only sitting behind the wheel.

I couldn't do anything else, could 1?

-Narcy would have slugged me too.
-Cripes!

Can't you keep your ruddy voice down?

Why don't you shove
your head out of the window

and yell it out all over the street
and have done with it?

But he's after me, Cora.

-But he hasn't got you yet, has he?
-No.

But he will get me.

Well, if you're so scared witless,

why don't you go to Narcy
and get him to hide you?

Narcy? Narcy don't want me about
now that Clem's out on the loose.

I'm the only witness that Clem
didn't smack that copper.

I'll tell you, they want to
kill me, Cora. Both of 'em!

That's what it is.
They want to kill me!

-Kill me!
-They won't dare.

Oh yes, they will.

I ain't got a dog's chance.

Yes, you have.

I won't let them find you.

Don't worry, Soapy.

They won't get you,
as long as I'm looking after you.

You're going to disappear for a while.

That's what you're going to do.

Don't worry. We'll fool 'em.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

(HORN HONKING)

♪ I confess I feel distress

4 Awake in me

♪ Taken by surprise

3 As you have taken me

♪ I never knew

3 The touch of your kiss

& Ever could thrill me

OLGA.
3 As deeply as this... §

-Will they hang him?
-Will they not!

-Can I have a look at that paper, please?
-Sure.

BILL AND OLGA:
& This is a moment

♪ We may not recapture... &

Come on!
You'll be late to your own funeral.

OLGA:
4 We are enchanted

3 The magic of the moment holds us

4 We are enchanted

♪ The mystery of love enfolds us

TOGETHER:
♪ What if tomorrow

♪ Brings nothing but sorrow?

♪ Who cares? I love you

♪ Caress me

BILL:
♪ What if tomorrow

♪ Brings nothing but sorrow?

TOGETHER:
♪ Who cares? I love you ♪

(DESOLATE WIND)

-DRIVER: Reading any good to you?
-Suit me fine.

Up you get, then.

-You a hiker?
-No.

Good. They give me
a pain in the arm.

Pinch more damn spanners.

Where you making for?

Manchester.

You're a long way
from home, aren't you?

I was on holiday.

Believe in travelling light,
don't you?

Had my room burgled.
Lost the whole shooting match.

People have got
terrible dishonest since the war.

I don't know
what the country's coming to.

-I'll be driving all night.
-Fine, I don't mind.

I get me beauty sleep in the daytime.

Want to buy some petrol coupons?

Sorry, I'm broke.

Don't sell 'em in the
ordinary way, you understand.

Lots of people are crooked these days,

but I've no taste for crime.

What part of Manchester are you from?

Do you know Manchester?

I've been there once or twice.

I come from Bank Street.

I had a chum the name of
Freddy Willmott. Do you know him?

He comes from Manchester.

It's quite a place, you know.

Did you hear about
that convict that got loose?

Yeah.

Makes you think, don't it?

Yeah.

He's killed a bloke since he got out.

Who said?

Chap was telling me at the depot.

Wouldn't half be a laugh if it
turned out to be you, wouldn't it?

Thanks for the compliment.

How would you feel
if it turned out to be me?

You never know who's
up to what these days.

They used to call it
St Luke's Street, didn't they?

What?

Bank Street.

I thought you didn't know Manchester.

No, but I go there,

in my dreams.

What are you getting at?

I heard this convict got a load
of buckshot in his back.

Too bad.

Your identity card wasn't stolen
when you lost your kit, was it?

Why?

The coppers are liable
to stop us at any time

and ask for identification.

My identification's okay.
How's yours?

Never better.

Then there's nothing
to worry about, is there?

Not a thing in the cock-eyed world.

Kind of uncomfortable
these darn things, aren't they?

No, they're all right.

Why don't you lean back
and take it easy?

We got a long way to go.

(GASPING)

Did you say something?

No.

My mistake.

Maybe you'd better lean forward.

Why?

Give your back a rest.

Are you trying to make out
I'm that convict?

Are you trying to make out you ain't?

May I see your log sheet,
your driving licence,

and your identity card, please?

Righto. Thank you.

On your way.

Sure you won't
change your mind, Sally?

Look, that spaghetti can
stand one more warm-up

-before we pension it off.
-No, I want to go home.

Thanks all the same.
I've got a headache.

Okay, you pop along home
and get a good night's sleep.

-See you tomorrow.
-Bye bye.

-Good night, honey.
-Good night, Sally.

-Sweet dreams.
-Same to you.

(BARREL ORGAN PLAYING)

(VIOLINIST PLAYING VERDI)

Got a light?

No.

(CHATTERING)

(TILL PINGING)

-Here's your change, Miss Connor.
-Thank you.

Here they come.

I've got some cigarettes for you
on Wednesday, dear.

Thank you, Doris.

NEWSBOY: Star, News, Standard,
late night final!

Good night, dear.

-Star, News, Standard, /ate night final!
-No.

RADIO:
The escaped convict is in London.

He broke through police cordons
by overpowering a lorry driver, and

stealing his lorry
and identification papers.

The lorry driver was discovered
by police, tied and gagged,

in a wood near Exeter.

He is reported to be
only superficially hurt,

and is suffering from shock.

SALLY:
Go away.

-Get out of here!
-Where's Soapy hiding?

How should I know?

I don't run around
with your crowd anymore.

I don't want anything to do
with any of you.

Get out of here, quick!

Get away from that door.

I'll call for help.

You try!

I don't know anything
about Soapy or Narcy.

I don't have anything to do
with them anymore.

-When did you see Narcy last?
-The day after I came to see you.

What did he say?

He beat me up.

Too bad.

I can't help you.

Will you please get out of here?
This is the first place Narcy will look.

Suits me fine.

I never wanted to get mixed up
with people like you.

I didn't know what I was
letting myself in for.

Will you please get out of here
and leave me alone?!

-Where's Soapy?
- I don't know.

-Where's Soapy?
-I don't know, I swear I don't!

-Where's his girlfriend, Cora?
- I don't know!

Right for your age, aren't you?

I thought you were the girl
who could look after herself.

I can.

I believe you. Thousands wouldn't.

What did you want to escape for?

You know they'll catch you.

Too bad if you've got
cold feet all of a sudden.

You should have thought of that
before you came to the jail

and started something
you couldn't finish.

-I didn't think you'd be fool enough to do it.
-No?

Well, now you're learning
something about human nature.

When a bloke gets
put away for fifteen years

he doesn't curl up with a good book.

He gets bitter.

He gets a pain in his guts!

He wants to lay his hands on the
double-crossing swine who put him in.

Next time you want to play with fire,
use a matchbox instead.

This time you're gonna finish
what you started,

or we're both going down together.

You can't drag me into it.

I won't!
I won't be dragged into it!

-You're a murderer! You've killed people!
-Not since they put 'em out of season.

You killed that man in
that house you broke into.

I never killed anybody.

His old woman tried to talk me into it,
and then did it herself after I'd gone.

For the last time,
are you going to get out of here?

I don't care what you do to me.

I'll scream till somebody comes.

Blimey O'Reilly, you kick up more fuss
than a drunk pack mule.

I'm hungry,

I've got a back full of lead shot,

the whole damn world
and his dog are after my skin.

The least you can do is offer me
a drink and a cigarette.

If I give you one, will you go?

"Yitta yammer, yitta yammer."
Stop haggling and get me a drink.

(DOORKNOB RATTLING)

(KNOCKING)

Who is it?

It's me, Mrs Perry.

I've got your rent book here.

Push it under the door, will you?

My hands are all soapy.

I'll have the plumber to look at your sink.
First thing next week.

Couldn't get him any sooner.

Thank you, Mrs Perry.

Why didn't you yell for help?

Afraid I'd kill you?

No.

I didn't kill that bloke, you know.

Doesn't make
much odds anyway, does it?

The only man I ever killed was a sentry
with swastikas up to his eyebrows.

Happy New Year.

What are you going to do about
that lead shot in your back?

Sell it for what it'll fetch.

It'll poison you, won't it?

Not soon enough to suit you.

You'd better let me see
what I can do about it.

You mean add a few more?

If they're not too deep in,
I could try and get them out.

What with? A ferret?

If they're like splinters, I could
get them out with eyebrow tweezers.

Had much practice lately?

Has anyone ever told you you have
a very funny sense of humour?

No.

Good.

I think I have some iodine.

At that moment her husband comes in.

Ha ha, here comes chatterbox,

and now it'll be all over town.

How do you want me?

Served up with a lemon in your mouth.

What was that man's wife like?

Which man?

The one you said you didn't kill.

Oh, her. Mad as a hatter.

Was she young?

I forgot to count her teeth.

I thought you didn't
fall for that story.

Who said I did?

How do they look?

Not so good.

Hold tight.

All right?

Yup.

(LEAD SHOT HITTING BOWL)

That the lot?

No.

What's up?

I don't feel so good.

Squeamish, eh?

Better take a shot of your whisky.

I'm all right.

She loves me.

She loves me not.

She loves me.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Ace of Spades, Ace of Spades...

(KNOCKING)

Where's Soapy?

I can't find him.

What the blazes have you been
up to all this time, then?

-Well, he must got out of London.
-Don't give me that bilge!

He ain't got the guts
to go out of London.

-Where's Cora?
-She's lying low, too.

You tried all the dumps
she hangs out at?

Well she's not likely to be
lolling around in a pub

waiting for us to
go and pick her up.

Why not?

She's gotta eat, ain't she?

She's gotta pay the rent
if she's hiding Soapy.

She'll be out singing somewhere

if you're smart enough
to keep your eyes skinned.

I can't be in half a dozen
places at once.

There's nothing like
having a damn good try.

Get out of here,
and don't come back till you find 'em.

Savvy?

Take Shawney with you,

and I ain't gonna be too choosy
about whether Soapy's

still warm or cold,
if you follow me.

Just so long as we find him
before Clem does.

Get cracking!

Both of you!

Gimme your dusters, Eddie.

-Max!
-Who's that for?

It ain't safe for Sally
to be alone in that flat

with an escaped convict around.

My coat!

Jim, you're coming with me.

-Just for the ride.
-Sure.

Watch out you don't overdo it, Narcy.

The cops'll be out like
hornets round a jam jar.

I ain't gonna lay a finger on her.
Nor on Clem either,

if it so happens I come across him.

Jim wasn't a
ballet dancer for nothing.

You find him, we'll bury him.

Ace of Spades, Ace of Spades,
where's that ruddy Ace of Spades?

(SIGHING)
Well, that's the lot.

Hey.

You can't go to sleep here.

Clem!

You poor chump.

Please wake up.
You can't go to sleep here.

Nag, nag, nag.

Pick, pick, pick.

Yitta yammer, yitta yam...

Thanks for mending my punctures.

Are you going to go now?

It'd break your heart to lose me,
wouldn't it?

I'm sorry I don't know
where Soapy is.

Cora would know.

That means trying every pub
in the Mile End Road.

They'll recognise you, won't they?

I'll wear my hat back to front.

I would have helped you if I could.

We've got a lot in common, my poppet.

We both tried to play with dynamite.

And we're both rank amateurs.

I'll leave you a piece of
the rope in my will.

You can wear it in your locket,
to remember me by.

-Have you any money?
-No.

I can let you have ten bob.

I'm not proud.

Thanks.

Sorry I haven't a gun.

I wouldn't need one.

I think you will.

There's more than one way
of killing a pig.

When I first saw you, I sized you up
as a flutterbrained cluck.

You've turned out different.

I wish I'd met you when
I was still at Sunday school.

Maybe I'd have
turned out different, too.

Well, this is no time
to cry over spilled milk.

I must beat it.

You're a fool to go out
looking for Soapy.

Why don't you lie low
till you get your bearings?

Is that a Bohemian suggestion?

No, I just don't like seeing a fellow

walk straight into
the barrel of a shotgun.

You say the prettiest things.

So long, Sister Sally.

Thanks, my love, for the bed socks.

Blast!

-What's the matter?
-The alley's full of cops.

I have to go out of the
front door like a gentleman.

They'll be out there, too, won't they?

Complete with brass band
and address welcome.

Wait.
They know those clothes by now.

I know they do. So what?

There's a man's overcoat
in the cupboard.

A man's?

Narcy left it here once.

It's no time to be choosy.

Don't forget to wipe your boots.

Well, well.
If it isn't Narcissus in person.

Well, well,
if it isn't Inspector Rockliffe.

What frolic whim brings you
to these happy portals?

Must be animal magnetism.

What are you doing here?
Waiting for a taxi?

No, I come every year
to take the waters.

I see you brought
Frankenstein with you.

Yeah, he's working his way
through college.

Sally at home?

I don't know.
I was too shy to knock.

Like me to do it for you?

ROCKLIFFE: It might be
more fitting coming from you.

(KNOCKING)

"Not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse."

Sure you don't mean rat?

Not unless you smell one.

I've got a cold,
I can't even smell you.

Guess I'll call back later.

I say...

how's the undertaking
business these days?

Booming. I wish I could interest you
in one of our new models.

Utility?

From you, we wouldn't ask dockets.

I'll bear it in mind.

And don't forget to tell your friends.

Since when did a
detective have friends?

Ask a silly question,
and you'll get a silly answer.

-So long, Rocky.
-Hasta manana.

How's Soapy, by the way?

He's never looked back since
he joined the Oxford Group.

Remember me to him,
if you run across him.

I'll be glad to.

Remember me to Morgan, will you?

ROCKLIFFE:
If I see him first.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(KNOCKING)

-Miss Sally Connor?
-Yes.

Good evening.
I'm Detective Inspector Rockliffe.

-You want to see me”?
-If I may.

-Won't you come in?
-Thank you.

Where is he?

He left about half an hour ago.

No, he didn't.
Which way did he go?

Through the kitchen window.

Walters!

Hello, sir.

ROCKLIFFE:
Anyone been through?

WALTERS:
No, sir.

ROCKLIFFE:
You've been here all the time?

WALTERS:
Never moved, sir.

All right.

Is he still here?

No.

You're quite a girl, aren't you?

Better come along with me.

Have you a warrant?

I'm not arresting you.

I'm trying to stop Narcy

from slitting that pretty little
throat of yours from ear to ear.

You've stuck it out
just a couple of inches too far.

Hello! Found your matches yet?

-No, but I'm lonely.
-Who ain't?

-Where do you live?
-Just round the corner.

Like to ask me up for a cup of tea?

-You bring your own sugar?
-You're sweet enough as it is.

Charming!
You make me feel 21 again.

Of course I love you, sweetheart.

Hilda Thompson never
meant a thing to me.

What's the matter with you?

I don't know.
You must have gone to my head.

Affectionate, aren't you?

Mmm. I had a Spanish mother.

Hey! Narcy.

The dirty son of a...

Urgent message
from Lambeth Station, sir.

They picked up a man
answering Morgan's description.

They want you to go there
and identify him right away.

ROCKLIFFE:
Right.

Alex, you'll have to take
Miss Connor to the station.

Ask the station officer to
look after her, understand?

Yes, sir.

Tell the Yard to send
another car to pick him up.

(PIERCING WHISTLE)

(SQUEALING BRAKES)

(POLICE WHISTLE BLOWING)

(CHATTERING)

-Evening, Cora.
-Good evening, Jerry. Where's Tiny?

Over by the piano.

Tiny.

Oh, it's you again, is it?
Now what's the matter?

-Tiny, I gotta see you for a moment.
-Well, wait till I ain't busy.

No, I can't wait.
I must talk to you now.

-I oughtn't to be here, anyhow.
-You're telling me you oughtn't.

I've lent you all the money
you're going to get out of me.

Tiny, just once more.

I swear I'll never ask you again.

I'll pay it all back.

I've just got to have my room,
or else they'll chuck me out!

-How much?
-Thirty bob.

Run away!

Out of the way!

-Hey, what's the big idea?
-Take it up with Narcy later.

Hey, you didn't see nothing.
Not in my pub you didn't.

Couldn't agree more.

-Strewth!
-Where's Cora?

-Ain't they nabbed you yet?
-Where's Cora?

-Never comes here no more.
-Where can I find her?

-Try Cockeyed Mabel's.
-I have. She's not there.

I don't know where she'd be, then.

Perhaps Fidgity Phil might know.
He was here just now.

-Where'd he go?
-I reckon you'll find him at Tiny's.

Thanks.

Evening, Sergeant.
Have you traced the car?

-Good evening, sir.
-No, sir.

Anything happened at the Valhalla?

No, sir, we kept the place watched
all night, but it's deserted.

-That so, Murray?
-Yes, sir. Nobody been near it.

What are you doing here, Fidgity Phil?

I brought him along in case
you'd want to question him, sir.

He says Narcy's cleared out the Valhalla
and moved to a new hideout.

Where?

It'll take a couple of days
to find out, sir.

Any idea where it might be?

No, sir. None of the boys know yet.

But he has
cleared out of the Valhalla.

Oh yes, sir. Narcy twigged that
you twigged about the Valhalla,

so he won't use it anymore.

Where's Soapy?

Dunno. He's been hiding from Narcy
for quite a while.

-Ever since he heard Morgan was out.
-Yeah.

Would Morgan know Narcy's new hideout?

Couldn't say. It isn't likely.

Do you know that Morgan's been
combing the pubs trying to find Cora?

Has he?
Don't think he'll find her.

Why?

Narcy's boys picked her up
at Tiny's tonight.

-When?
-Quarter of an hour ago.

-Narcy framed Morgan, didn't he?
-So they say.

-And Soapy's the only witness.
-There's a rumour to that effect.

But it'd be indelicate of me
to discuss it further.

Okay, Phil.

Here's a little present for you, sir.

Thanks.

Do you think we can
get a warrant issued

to search the Valhalla anyway, sir?

How the heck can I get a warrant
at this time of night?

We're shutting the stable door
after the horse has hopped it.

So, you ain't set eyes
on Soapy for a week?

No, I haven't.
And that's the gospel truth, Narcy.

I swear it.

Nobody's calling you a liar, are they?

Nobody'd be so unchivalrous.

He came to see me about a week ago.

He said that he was thinking of
signing on as a steward

on one of those...
those Union-Castle boats.

He always was a one for the sea.

I guess that's what's made him
wet behind the ears.

-Jim.
-Yeah?

Let's have a look at that belt
you was telling us about.

Glad to.

(SOBBING)

Jim's been telling me
about this here belt of his.

Quite a card, he is.

Life of every party in Lambeth.

What do you call it, Jim?

My coaxer.

NARCY:
Jim's coaxer.

It's like Postman's Knock, see?

We ask a question...

and you gotta guess the answer.

Of course, we only ask
simple questions. Don't we, Jim?

It wouldn't be fair otherwise.

Nobody'd win a prize.

CORA:

I haven't seen him since a week ago.

I'd tell you if I had!

Don't. Don't beat me up.

I can't stand it, Narcy.
I can't stand it.

-Please don't beat me up.
-Leave her alone, Narcy.

Sally! Tell him I don't know
where Soapy is!

'Course she doesn't know where he is.

He wouldn't be fool enough
to tell her, knowing you.

Oh Sally! Please don't
let him beat me up!

Come on! Where's Soapy?

-Okay, Jim, let her have it.
-Leave her alone! Leave her alone!

Break 'em up!

(CRYING OUT)

(SOBBING)

I'll tell, I'll tell.

He's at the Hotel Nelson.

What room?

19.

Oh, Soapy...

forgive me.

Go and get him.

But don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Pre-war?

♪ Just because I'm a vagabond

♪ A vagabond I'm always willing to be

♪ I hold the title,
and stick to it with pride... ♪

-What's the matter?
-There's this chap looking for Fidgity Phil.

Who are you?

Is Fidgity Phil here?

-Who wants to know?
- I do.

I'm trying to find Cora.

Phil don't come here no more.

Hop it.

I want to see Cora. Where is she?

Take it up with Narcy.

Looking for someone, Morgan?

My name ain't Morgan.

Let's take a little walk, shall we?
And don't try to get rough.

I learned just as many parlour tricks
during the war as you did, you know.

Murray, get on the nearest phone,
report that we picked up Morgan,

-and tell 'em to send a car right away.
-Yes, sir.

RADIO:
SY to all cars.

Cancel message number 43.

Morgan arrested.

Repeat: Morgan arrested.

Units detailed to search for Morgan

can return to normal duties.

Repeat: Units detailed
to search for Morgan

can return to normal duties.

Cancel message number 43.

Morgan arrested.

NARCY:
Good old Scotland Yard!

They always get their man.

The wrong one.

Hey Narcy, I can get
that last truckload of junk

out of the Valhalla to Lambeth,
now they've called in the police cars.

No, it's too risky.

It's no riskier than
leaving it in the Valhalla.

The cops will find it any time now.

-It's the last load of whisky
-The whisky!

And once that's out of the way,
our noses are clean.

Theoretically speaking.

Is Limpy expecting you in Lambeth?

I told him I'd be leaving
the Valhalla at two o'clock sharp.

Okay, go ahead.

Keep a couple of bottles for me.

You know, Aggie, you're
getting downright dishonest.

It's the company I keep.

"You can tell a girl what boozes
by the company she chooses."

"And the pig got up,
and slowly walked away."

(CHUCKLING)

Go on, make us up.

You weren't too bright
coming to London.

Might have known Narcy would
have a new bolthole by this time.

Where is it?

If I knew, I'd have him
right beside you by now.

How'd you come to get mixed up
with cheap scum like Narcy?

-You had a fine war record.
-Ha! Thanks for the compliment.

I've been keeping a close check
on your friend Mrs Fenshaw.

Some of her testimony seems
a little too slick to be true.

You astound me, Holmes.

I just thought
you might be interested.

Do you know that two of Narcy's boys
picked up Cora tonight?

She'll tip 'em off
as to where Soapy's hiding.

My guess is that
by now Soapy's had it.

Hurrah for the boys in blue.

It's gonna take us a day or two
to find Narcy's new hideout.

Why hurry all that much?
Take your time.

There's only one way
we could find it sooner.

A ouija board?

By using you as bait.

The best that could be said for it is

it'll save the government
the price of a rope.

It's wicked what they charge
for ropes these days.

Yes. What I want is two ropes
for the price of one.

Go on, run for it.

All clear, sir.

Good.

(SHIP'S HORN)

(BOATS CHUGGING)

(DOORKNOB RATTLING)

Is that you, Cora?

Who's there?

(RATTLING INTENSIFIES)

(WOOD SPLINTERING)

Murder! Murder! Help!

Murder! Murder! Help!

(GROANING)

I've always been your pal!

I won't say anything.
Honest, I won't.

Help! Please, get off me.
I'm your pal, Jim.

(LOUD SPLASH)

I wish some of you boys
would wipe the jam off your fingers

before you handle these cards.

I only bought this pack yesterday
and you could use them for fly paper.

Hark at Lady Snapgammon.

Getting a bit pernickety
in your old age?

Well I haven't stooped to
blowing me nose on me shirt tails.

Mentioning no names,
but watch where my eyes rest.

(LAUGHTER)

(KNOCKING)

-Who dealt this muck?
- I did.

Then you dealt twice running.

CURLEY:
He didn't. You dealt.

AGGIE:
How do you know?

You were too busy making
thumbnail marks on the Ace of Spades.

-Trying to make out I ain't honest?
-You?

Why, you'd sell your own mother
to an 'orse-meat butcher.

-NARCY: Jim?
-Hmm?

Where's our wandering boy tonight?

He's gone for a swim.

He always was the athletic type,
Soapy was.

JIM: "Come on in," he says to me.
"The water's fine."

"What, me?" I says.
"With my bronchitis?

"I'd catch me death."
(LAUGHING)

What have I done?

Soapy!

I've killed him!

I've killed him!

It's me! I've killed him!

(WAILING)

Why don't you kill me, too?

I've nothing to live for now!
Kill me!

Shut your trap. There's a draught.

-What are you going to do with her?
-Nothing. She can't do us no harm.

-Only go squealing to the first cop she sees.
-Who would believe her?

RADIO:
SY to all cars.

Morgan broke arrest.

Repeat: Morgan broke arrest.

Last seen heading towards West End.

Repeat: Last seen
heading towards West End.

All cars in Limehouse area to withdraw
and concentrate on routes to West End.

He's left it a bit late
if it was Soapy he wanted.

Blimey, that'll put the cops
on the track again.

Who cares?

Curley will be on his way
to Lambeth any minute now.

He'll walk right into 'em.

What's the time now?

-Quarter to two.
-Nay, you're fast. It's twenty to.

We've got plenty of time to stop him.
Got a gun, Jim?

No, I use me toothpick.

Got a gun, Bert?

You know I don't use a gun.
It would ruin my reputation.

What are you using guns for?

The police ain't gonna be
the only ones we'll run into

if we stick our noses out of here.

Morgan will be heading
to the Valhalla, looking for me.

Got a gun, Eddie?

-No, thanks.
-What do you mean, "no, thanks"?

I never did a job with a gun,
and I don't intend to start now.

Don't be so reactionary.
This is the century of the common man.

-Take it.

Take it, or I'll shove it
down your throat!

I'll take it.
It don't mean I have to use it.

You'll use it. Max, my coat.

This is the last time Morgan runs
his fingers through my permanent wave.

Here, you...

you'd better come along, too.

Why?

I've got a feeling we're gonna
run into your dream boy.

And there's nothing I like better
than playing Cupid.

Sentimental type.

The lovers' friend.

-Leave her behind with me
-NARCY: Shut up!

Even in our line of business there's
such a thing as overdoing it,

and you've overdone it, Narcy.
It'll come home to roost.

I've never been so
deadly serious in my life.

It'll come home to roost.

I'm just warning you, that's all.

Now go ahead,

if you want to.

You're breaking my heart.

Apres vous.

-EDDIE: What do I do?
-NARCY: Stay put.

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

(BREAKING GLASS)

This dump gives me the horrors.

(KNOCKING)

That you, Eddie?

It's me, Narcy.

Anything been happening around here?

No, silent as the grave.

-No-one trying to get in?
-Nope.

That joy ride of yours is off.
The cops are out looking for Morgan.

-Suits me.
-You any good at dirty fighting?

I've done a bit in me time.

Take her in the office.

If she tries to get funny,
bash her face in.

You're on.

He won't be barmy enough to come here.

That kind of barmy, he would be.

-Well, we weren't so perishing bright ourselves
-Why?

Well, it makes a
nice kind of rat trap.

We'll come out with no teeth missing.

-Jim?
-Yeah?

Climb into that chocolate box.

Who, me?

You heard.

Blimey.

What are you doing?
Trying it for size?

Aah!

-Can you breathe?
-I guess so.

How long have I got to stop in here?

Till Morgan makes
his farewell appearance.

-Bert?
-Yeah?

-You hop in that one.
-I see.

Like an Arabian Nights pantomime.

You might tell 'em to leave me a paper
and a bottle of milk in the morning.

(WHISTLING "SILENT NIGHT")

-(KNOCKING)
-BERT: Who's there?

-Arthur
-Arthur who?

Our thermometer.

You've been listening
to the Third Programme.

Any sign of Morgan?

What's the hurry?
Gotta catch a train?

All set.

All we need's a doormat
with "Welcome" on it.

I don't want no twittering out of you
when your little playmate arrives, see?

Or Curley'll have to conk you one
on your pretty coconut.

Just you keep your trap shut.

(CLOCK TICKING)

(SUDDEN CLICKING)

(CLOCK CHIMING)

(CLATTERING)

(CREAKING)

(CRASHING)

Open that door.

Morgan!

If you're carrying a gun,

take a good look at what you'll shoot!

You'd better come out
and talk things over, Morgan.

CLEM:
That's not the way I play.

Grab his gun!

(CLATTERING)

(GROANING)

Clem! Clem, he's got the gun!

Get him, Curley!
He's got Bert's gun!

(GUNSHOT)

(HEAVY THUD)

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANING)

-You little...
-(SALLY CRYING OUT)

(CRUNCHING GLASS)

(BREAKING GLASS)

(POLICE CAR BELL RINGING)

(SCREAMING)

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

(BELL JANGLING)

-Everything all right?
-Yes.

-Where's Morgan?
-On the roof.

-They're fighting on the roof. Quick!
-Get him down.

-Where are the rest?
-In there.

Come on.

What have you been playing at?
Kiss-in-the-ring?

Okay, scrape 'em up.

(GROANING)

Tell the inspector it's Narcy,
and he's dying.

Right.

Detective Sergeant Murray says
it's Narcy all right, sir, and he's dying.

I'm coming.

You're almost too thorough, Morgan.

Nice work, just the same.
All right.

Narcy's dying.

If there's anything you want to say to him,
you'd better make it snappy.

(GROANING)

-ROCKLIFFE: Have they called the ambulance?
-OFFICER: Be here any minute.

CLEM:
Sorry, Narcy.

You and your ruddy milk bottle.

Narcy, I didn't
Kill that copper, did 1?

Narcy, it was Soapy, wasn't it?

Was it Soapy?

Never heard of him.

What do you mean?

Clem killed that copper.

Those are my dying words.

Narcy, please.

Please tell them the truth!

It wasn't Clem.

Tell them it wasn't Clem!

Narcy, I beg of you.

You do, do you?

Well, that's...

different.

In that case...

I hope you both rot in hell.

(GASPING)

(SOBBING)

(AMBULANCE BELL RINGING)

Curley's gonna show us where
the rest of the gang are hiding, sir.

All right, shove 'em in that car.

Jim, tell them Soapy
killed that policeman.

He knows. That's why Soapy
was going to turn King's evidence.

Jim, tell them!

You won't get much change out of him.

-See you at the mortuary, sir
-I'll be there soon as I can.

Bert! Bert, you're
different from the others.

You said you didn't like cheap crooks.
You know Soapy did it.

Tell them. Tell them!

Fat chance they'd believe me.

ROCKLIFFE:
It's all right, Miss Connor.

We'll get all the facts
before we're through.

-Come on, Morgan.
-Okay.

Thanks for trying.

Thanks for everything.

He hasn't killed anyone!

You can't lock him up again!

He hasn't killed anyone!

You're wasting your time.

You must forget about me, Sally.

It'll be easier than you think.

I won't forget you.

Let's not get soppy.

By the way, here's your ten bob.

Sorry I didn't have time
to autograph it for you.

So long.

I'll wait for you, Clem.

That's what I was afraid of.

If we get any fresh evidence,

you can always submit your case
to the Home Secretary, you know.

How many forms will you have to fill up?
Or can't you tell me?

Millions.

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