All language subtitles for Crooked Sky, The (Cass, 1957)

Now gentlemen we come to the
question of counterfeit currency.

Over the last few weeks, the banks
have reported a rapid increase

in the receipt of
forged one pound notes.

As we know gentlemen, there are
minor flaws in these notes,

but they are not noticeable
to the general public.

The latest figures show that no
fewer than 250,000 of these notes,

have passed into the banking system
of this country.

There might easily be another quarter

of a million in actual circulation.

A total gentlemen of half a million

pounds worth of counterfeit currency.

And there's no reason
to suppose, that this

won't continue on an even larger scale.

Unfortunately Scotland Yard are getting

no clues of a positive nature.

Preston 600 pounds, Sheffield 1,070.

Salisbury 700, Windsor 850,
and London 8,300 pounds.

In two days, inspector.

Any luck of records?

Well, most of the known
counterfeiters are already in jail.

Five died within the last year. It's
a high mortality rate, isn't it?

Five are abroad, giving headaches
to other police forces.

And the rest are getting so straight,

they don't even look round.

Well, don't look so depressed, Sir.

If we do catch this
character think what

a bill he's going to
get for income tax.

- Tom?
- I'm sorry Sandy.

It's just that you seem miles away.

Maybe this will bring me closer?

Tom.

Oh, it's beautiful, but...

But nothing, take it.

I don't know how to tell you Tom...

Then don't, don't even try.

Oh, look Tom, if things go the way
we both want them to,

we're going to need every penny
we can get our hands on.

And you don't need to give me presents.

Suppose I want to.

You can't afford presents like these.

Don't you like them?

Of course I like them,
but you're going to extremes.

Oh, Tom, what's wrong?
This isn't at all like you.

Maybe I'm not the guy you think I am.

Maybe you're not.

You've changed a lot these last few
weeks Tom, and it's got me worried.

What's the worrying?
Where's the big change?

You're preoccupied
most of the time, and

the rest of the time
you're all on edge,

and quarrelsome.
I can't even talk to you anymore.

It's, it's like a big
barrier between us.

- You're imagining things.
- You know that I'm not.

Oh, Tom, if something is troubling
you, why don't you tell me about it?

I don't want to talk
about it anymore, Sandy.

Well, if we can't share our
troubles, we're through.

You don't mean that?

I've never been more
serious in my life.

If this is a sample of what
our married life would be?

It isn't.

I promise you.

Look, go on home.

If you leave here,
without telling me...

then this is the finish with us.

No, Sandy, it's the beginning.

You wait here, I'm going to
break down that barrier.

Ah!

Eleven cigarettes, Sir, and this.
Not worth a puff of smoke.

Worth a man's life Sergeant,
worth a murder.

And practically on our doorstep.

Yeah, we're getting no place fast.

Why, thank you, Brown.

Oh, yes, thanks.

Oh, don't tell me we've got a lead
Sir, I couldn't stand the strain.

Listen to this...

the paper in which
those counterfeit one

pound notes was printed,
came from America.

- America?
- Yes.

Now if the paper was made there, the
notes could have been printed there,

and brought into this country somehow.

And that would account for the fact
that we've no clues over here.

Yes.

Give me the Commissioner, please.

Yes? Put him on.

Hello, Macaulay.
Yes?

I see.

Certainly, good, that's something
really worth while. Good, thank you.

Transatlantic switchboard, please.

Pretty good forgery, eh?

Yeah.

An American, Tom Alanson,
has been murdered

practically on Scotland
Yard's doorstep.

The note you're holding was found
in his cigarette case.

How does that stack up?

Well, it seems like Tom Alanson was
mixed up with a counterfeit racket,

and he was on his way to the police,
with samples.

Whoever it was killing,
must have missed this.

That's the way Macauley sees it.

So Tom Alanson is killed,
and he's an American,

I would like to know
what they want with me.

The paper used for the
counterfeit money,

came from this side of the Atlantic.

The chances are, the
printing is done here too.

And the phoney money
is smuggled into England.

Interested in Alanson's occupation?

Yes?

Radio operator,
transatlantic flights of

Globe Link Airlines, an American firm.

I see. So, I'm on my way to London?

- That's the deal.
- Alright. What's my gimmick?

This time, you're going to be an
efficiency expert.

Hired by Globe Link
Airlines, to find out

if their overseas bases
are properly run.

Naturally, your first assignment
will be their London base.

I know from nothing about airlines.

Study up, Mike.

Gee, thanks.

And, don't spend this all
in one place, will you?

How are we doing?

How are we doing?

Oh, not long now Mr. Conlin.

Weather report.

Even though you are
an efficiency expert,

I don't suppose you can do much
to improve the weather.

I'm afraid not. Although
in my time I've been

asked to do things just
about as impossible.

Some guys don't like
efficiency experts.

- You don't say.
- Me, I'm all for them.

Does an outfit good to have
fresh eyes look it over.

You might spot all sort of things
that we miss.

That's exactly what I aim to do.

- Looking for anything special?
- Oh, each job is different.

You never know what
you're going to find.

- Or where you'll find it.
- That's right.

How many of these planes does Glove
Link have on the freight run?

Twenty-three.

How long have you been on this job?

Eight months.

Do you prefer it to passenger work?

I like flying. Ever
since I was seventeen.

- What about the radio?
- Like that too.

Since I was ten.

You're in exactly the right job.

Radio and flying. On this line
they teach you to do both.

Not much time for anything else?

Well, I'm human.

I didn't mean that, I meant, you
know like, hobbies, sidelines.

Hey, now, wait a minute,
that's plain snooping.

There's nothing in the rulebook against

hobbies, sometimes it pays off.

I don't have any hobbies.

Did Tom Alanson?

I'm afraid you'll have
to take your seat now

Mr. Conlin, we're
getting ready to land.

Alright.

Globe Link announces the arrival
of flight 69, from New York.

Have someone meet Mr. Conlin,
he's arriving on flight 69,

and bring him up here, right away.
Thanks.

So, you're an efficiency expert
Mr. Conlin?

That's right.

When I started in this business
I did everything,

serviced the aircraft,
sold tickets, carried

passengers luggage, flew the plane.

We didn't have efficiency experts in
those days Mr. Conlin.

Just airmen.
I don't like efficiency experts,

and I fought like a cat against you
coming here.

- Is that clear?
- Perfectly.

Now that I am here, do you
like the idea any better?

Not a scrap.

Well, Mr. Lewis,
I'm going to do my job,

it would be a lot easier if you helped,

but if you don't, it doesn't
bother me in the slightest.

I'll find out what I want
to know, my own way.

Is that clear?

I'll say this for you,
you're not what I expected.

Not like an efficiency expert at all.

We're not such bad fellows
when you get to know us.

- We'll see.
- Now, then.

- When can I start looking around?
- How about tomorrow morning?

- Nine o'clock.
- Good.

And what about living quarters, can
we make some arrangements for you?

Well, I was hoping that you could fix

me up some place here, on the base.

Well, there's not much here.

I guess I could fix up one
of the small caravans.

That's what we call trailers back
in the States. Is that alright?

- Oh, fine.
- Anything else I can do?

Yes, yes...
Tell me about Tom Alanson.

He was one of the best
crewmen we ever had,

been with the company
for about seven years.

Three of those years
right here in London.

And why would anybody want to kill him?

They said he was robbed.

It's a tough brake, do you...

Do you know anything about
his personal life?

No! What they do off the
base is their own business.

Oh, sure, sure.

Well, I guess I better get you settled.

Staff catering, please.
Hello? Mr. Lewis speaking.

Send somebody over to fix up one of
those caravans. Right away, thanks.

All serviceable, Sir.

Would you like to know exactly how many

separate items we have in here, Sir?

- Now nobody can be that efficient.
- 478,907.

And if I don't believe
you, I can count them?

- That's right, Sir.
- Ok, let's go.

Thank you.

I'd like you to meet
our radio engineer.

Alright.

Ms. Hastings, this is Mr. Conlin,
he's looking us over.

How do you do?

How do you do?
Anything I can show you?

I suppose this is an approved workshop?

In full conformity with government
requirements.

Good. I see you've got a
radio compass in for test.

- Yes, like to watch?
- Sure.

We can use the airport beacon for
the test, now watch the loop.

You see, it's homing correctly.
It's ok for service.

When are you installing the new
equipment in our planes?

As soon as it arrives.

I understand this new device
is not subject to night error.

Yes, it's a great improvement.

Well, that's very interesting
Ms. Hastings, thanks a lot.

- Any time.
- Thanks.

- Here is to you.
- Good luck.

Well, that's the hundred dollar tour.

Is there much else for you
to do around here?

Only everything, I've hardly skimmed
the surface.

- Pardon me.
- Sure.

Lewis speaking. No that plane won't
be available until next week.

They're replacing the port engine.

Okay, goodbye.

How about some lunch?

Are those woods airport property?

- We're placed for a new runway.
- That's news to me.

Nice to catch you on something.

I'd like to look them over.

Are you checking on the efficiency
of lumberjacks as well?

You'd be surprised on some of
the things I have to follow up.

I guess I would.

Anyway, the trees can wait.
You must be hungry.

I'm starved. But I do want to
look them over after lunch.

Ah!

Come in.

- Mr. Conlin?
- Yes.

Inspector Hughes, county constabulary.

Yes, and you want me to tell
you about Wilson's death?

- I do, yes.
- And, I'm afraid I can't.

- I see, Sir. Special investigation?
- That's right.

How can I help?

First, as far as you're concerned,
I'm an efficiency expert,

- not a treasury investigator.
- Understood.

And second, you let it
be known that you sent

me to Scotland Yard
to make a statement.

Very good Sir, may I ask where
you're really going?

To Scotland Yard, to make a statement.

I'd have liked to find out more,
but by the time Wilson...

No, we agree it could
have been this way.

Wilson was one of the smugglers,
got a hold of this plate,

and perhaps planned
to go into business by himself.

The gang found out.

And maybe Wilson and
Alanson run this together.

Maybe? But none of this
gets us any nearer

to discovering how the money was
smuggled into this country.

- A little nearer.
- How?

After inspecting this airport
and a few of the airplanes,

I found that this stuff could
be hidden in dozens of places.

And two of these places involve
radio equipment

that's removed from the airplane
for inspection, after each flight.

Now both Wilson and Alanson
were radio operators.

Then for my money, the radio section
is specially worth well watching.

And your money is not counterfeit.

Oh, it sounds wonderful Bill,
you're a sweetheart.

Okay, you're not a sweetheart.
I'll wait for you anyway.

Transferring you over to
control tower. Over and out.

- Well, how much did you hear?
- Enough.

Okay, so we're not
allowed to use the radio

for private conversations.

- Going to fire me?
- No.

Even an efficiency
expert takes time off.

But you're working
kind of late tonight.

I'm not working, I'm
waiting for someone.

- He's a lucky guy.
- You think so?

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

- Is he a pilot?
- Is finding out part of your job?

Just curious.

Curiosity killed the cat, you know?

Among others.

What do you mean?

Alanson, and Wilson.

What do you know about
Alanson and Wilson?

Well nothing, I was
hoping you could tell me.

- Why me?
- You're the radio boss around here.

Mr. Conlin, aren't you
busy enough checking

on the efficiency of
people who are alive?

As I told you before,
I was just curious.

Two men working for the same airline
are murdered within a week.

One of them, Wilson, he's walking

through the woods and is shot to death.

Alanson, he stops to light himself a

cigarette, and he's stabbed to death.

I know the details.

Do you know anything about their
private lives?

I know about Tom, he and I
were planning to get married.

I'm sorry, I didn't know that.

Why should you know?

What do you care
about our private lives?

Men like Tom, murdered and robbed.

Are you satisfied that's all it was?

What else could it be?

I don't know.
What about Wilson?

I don't know anything about him.

Who are you? Why are you
asking me so many questions?

It's nothing to do with your job.

Part of my job is being interested
in people that work for Globe Link.

- I'm sorry I flared up at you.
- That's alright.

Forget about it.

I just heard about Wilson.

Oh don't talk about it now please.

Bill, this is Mike Conlin
the efficiency expert.

- How are you?
- Efficiency expert?

- Yes.
- Oh, here.

Thanks, I'll open it later.

Well, I guess I'd better
be running along.

Oh, just to keep the records straight,

I paid duty on this gift for my sister.

Your sister?

Yeah that's right, my name
is Hastings, Bill Hastings.

You can check with customs if you like.

I will.

Bill what's wrong?

It's Wilson, I don't get it.
Why would anyone want to kill him?

We'd better go home.

Look Sandy, did Wilson ever
talk to you about anything?

Only radio.

He was killed. Just like that.
Who found him?

Mike Conlin.

That was mighty efficient.

Bill, have you ever met Conlin before?

No, never.

Well then why this instant dislike?

I don't like snoopers,
they make me nervous.

What do you got to be nervous about?

Nothing. Say, whose
side are you on anyway?

Well, you needn't jump down my throat.

Alright, forget it.

No I won't forget it, I know
Wilson's death has upset you, but...

You're worried about something else.

Come on, let's go.

Tom was worried about something too.

Are you coming or not?

I'm sorry sis, I didn't
mean to fly off like that.

Oh that's alright, you just need
to get home and get some rest.

No I can't, I've got to go out,
I've got to meet people

and plan my future.

At this time of night?

That's right. Look, why don't
you come along with me?

These last few weeks have been
pretty rough for both of us,

and it's about time we have some fun.

- Where are we going?
- Never mind, you'll see.

I won again, this is fun.

I didn't know they allowed
this sort of thing in England.

Oh, they don't, but a lot of
people like to do it all the same.

Whose house is this?

Fraser's.

Fraser? Is he here tonight?

Yeah, that's him over
there with the blonde.

Come along now, busy
enough for tonight.

You're always trying to
get rid of me Frasie.

My dear Colette, I have an important
business engagement.

- But it's so late.
- I do not work an eight hour day.

Frasie, can we play a little more?
I feel lucky tonight.

No my sweet, you are to run
along home, like a good girl.

You don't love me.

Business before pleasure in any case.

Run along.

How unkind of you Bill to hide your
lovely companion away from me.

Oh, Sandra, I want you to meet Mr.
Fraser, Sandra, my sister.

- Oh, indeed.
- How do you do?

You appear to have been born
beautiful, and lucky Ms. Hastings.

An irresistible combination.

You won't forget our appointment, Bill?

- No, you bet.
- No I... I leave that to my guests.

And it's a pleasure to
see some of them win.

Thank you.

Where did you meet him?

Flew him once. I make
it my business to

stay friendly with influential guys.

I don't want to be a radio operator
all my life.

Another big deal?

Yeah, and don't lose all you've won.

Fifteen black.

Have a drink?

- No, no, no thanks.
- Oh, wait a minute.

What is the matter?

Getting jumpy?

I'm okay.

You are not yourself this evening.

I'm just off the plane, I'm tired.

Of carrying freight for me?

What do you mean?
I didn't say that.

I just want to know
what is worrying you.

Now don't deny it, there
is something. Isn't there?

Wilson was found dead
today at the airfield.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

And just a few days ago, another
radio operator, Tom Alanson.

Well, he was killed too, and he was
practically engaged to my sister.

- I don't like it.
- But why, Bill?

What is it all to do with you, or me?

Well, I'm a radio operator too.

Are you superstitious?

Not exactly but I, just can't
help feeling badly about it.

You mustn't allow yourself
to think like that.

I know, but look,

how much longer must I keep
brining in this phoney money?

Oh, I... I cannot possibly say.

Well, you know I'm only in this
as a means to an end,

till I can start my own
air charter company.

It takes time, there are problems,
just do your vital part.

And leave the worrying to me.

Come in.

Mr. Smith, enjoying
your visit tonight?

Very nice, very nice, indeed.

I hope I can congratulate
you on a good win.

I'm afraid not.

Oh, bad luck. Well,
better luck next time.

- 25 pounds.
- Yes, but I've lost 275.

Could I speak to you
for a moment, please?

Most certainly.

Well?

Mr. Fraser, I can't afford to lose
all this money.

But the game is not over yet,
why not go back and win?

I don't risk it.

It is not my practice
to preach to my guests but

if you cannot afford to gamble,

- why do you?
- I need a lot of money.

Who doesn't?

You don't understand, the 300
I played with, wasn't mine.

I'm sorry to hear it, goodnight.

Please, this money I need it.

It's nothing to you, I'd pay
you back, with interest.

Why you gamble,
has nothing to do with me.

I pay if you win, I do not want
to know of it if you lose.

You took your chance, like anyone else.

Alright, I'll inform the police.

Oh, no, you won't, and you know it.

Look, please, give me my 300 back.

Get out.

Here is your 25 pounds, now get out.

There was no need for that.

Mr. Smith played a game
of chance, and lost.

And forgot the rules, learn
the lesson from him Bill.

All business as usual, for the forgers?

Isn't that the way you
want it Inspector?

I mean we don't want
them to get suspicious,

and shut up shop before
we know who they are.

Doesn't always work that way Sergeant.

Sometimes when they know that we're
on to them, they do silly things.

Makes it easier, for us.

Then perhaps we should
put an ad in the paper.

To whom it may concern,
look out we're right behind you.

- Don't be facetious.
- Sorry, Sir.

Macaulay.

What?

Yeah.

Give me the address.

I'll be right over.

No, no, no, leave all that to us.
Okay, thanks.

- Sergeant?
- Sir?

Get ahold of Mike Conlin,
get him to this address.

Alright Sir, what's it all about?

Can't tell you now,
I'll tell you later.

But am I invited?

- You're on this case, aren't you?
- Alright.

But I've already told all I know
to the other police officer.

I'm sorry madam, but I
must question you as well.

We're a respectable place, you know?

Nobody is suggesting
that it isn't, madam.

Now all you have to do,
is to tell me the truth.

There's not much to
tell Superintendent.

- Inspector.
- Well, anyway...

I'm here all on my own, you see.

And when I came in and thought...

Well I rather not talk about it,
if you don't mind.

I just ran straight to the corner
and dialled for your people.

Got some service too, I must say.
Two lots of you.

- Hello, Mac, what's the deal?
- Do you know where he worked?

No, they don't tell me their
private business.

As long as they pay their rent, they're

free to come and go as they please.

I see. Well that's all for
the moment, thank you madam.

Is it indeed? I want
to know what half

of Scotland Yard is doing in my house.

Now, this way madam.

Young man, I know my way about
my own house. If you don't mind?

- What good?
- A suicide.

Well, and what's the link with us?

Twenty-five of them, all forged,
found on the body.

Who was he?

A Mr. Smith.

No kidding, gee that's a strange name.

- How long did he live here?
- Six weeks, age is about 50.

Well, Mac, the way I see it,
all we have to do

is fill in the other
49 years, 46 weeks.

- Right, have a look at this.
- What?

Dear Mr. Smith, failing an immediate
settlement of your account,

we beg to inform you we can no longer

accept any commissions from you.

There's another...

Dear Mr. Smith, unless you settle
your outstanding account forthwith,

we beg to inform you we shall be unable

to accept any more commission from you.

Up to the ears, all bookmakers,

he must have owed them
quite a bit of money.

But if he could get out
with forged notes,

why should he want to kill himself?

Maybe he didn't know
that they were forged.

- Here is something.
- Look at this.

I've got it.

And what are
your deductions Dr. Watson?

Well, he gets himself into
a jam playing the horses.

And then he tries to work out
a roulette system

to get himself square.

Must have got an introduction
to some illegal gambling den.

Poor Mr. Smith, trying to spin his
debts away.

Here is a list of addresses.

Stepney Way, Prague Street, 224
Belgrave Square, Holcombe Avenue.

- Alright Sergeant, check on them.
- Alright.

Listen Mac, you don't need me here.
I better get back to the base.

Let me know if you find out anything.

You bet.

- Oh, hi.
- I won't be long, Sir.

- What's your name?
- Robson, Sir. Stewart.

- Have we met before?
- I don't think so, Sir.

Robson, that name doesn't ring any

bell, but your face is sure familiar.

I think you must be mistaken, Sir.

You've ever been to the States?

Only as an air steward, not very often.

I see. What are you
now, are you grounded?

- Yes, health reasons.
- That's too bad.

Thanks.

You did alright at roulette
last night, didn't you?

That's not real money.

What do you mean?

A gambler went to the race tracks with

one dollar, he had a winning streak,

and on the last race
he had 2000 dollars to bet.

His horse came in second.

Later when friends asked him how he did

at the races, he said
"I lost a dollar".

That's what I mean,
that money isn't real.

I get the idea.

Bill, did Tom gamble?

Tom Alanson?

How should I know?

Those last few months, he gave me
a lot of wonderful presents.

So, he was generous.

But he wasn't rich. They were
expensive presents, Bill.

- Did he gamble?
- I don't know. Why does it matter?

Did he know Fraser?

No.

Fraser doesn't know many people
who have to work for a living.

Tom Alanson wasn't one of them.

Are you sure?

What is this?

Well, Tom was murdered,
and nobody knows why.

I just thought if he was mixed up
with that gambling crowd,

well, anything could have happened.

Who's been putting
these ideas into your head?

- Nobody, I just got thinking.
- Why?

Well, I did have a
talk with Mike Conlin,

he seemed interested in Tom's death.

And I just got thinking again.

Isn't it a lovely day?

- Clouding over, excuse me.
- Oh, Bill, relax.

I'm sorry about that.

Well, a fellow with my kind
of a job is always unpopular.

But I've never been that unpopular.

- Oh, he's just a little on edge.
- More than a little.

Oh, please, don't go after him.

I'm going to have a
little talk with him.

Come on along, this time you can
listen in on my conversation.

Bill?

Now look what you made
me do, creeping up

- on a guy like that.
- Take it easy, buster.

I just want to find out
what's troubling you.

Oh, you do. Look, all I
want to do is check on

my radio equipment in
peace, not in pieces.

Can a guy look at his gear
without having an IQ test?

Bill, what's the matter with you?

- Leave that.
- I ought to clear it up.

Wouldn't you rather clear up your
brother's troubles?

- He isn't in any trouble.
- That's just a deep mess.

- Do you know, for sure?
- Well I ought to, he's my brother.

Yes, you knew Tom Alanson too. But
can you tell me why he was murdered?

- Or Wilson?
- What's that got to do with Bill?

Cause they're all radio men,

maybe they're all in the
same kind of trouble.

Something that can't be fixed
up here in this radio shop.

What are you doing here,
Mr. Conlin?

Catching up with you, Mr Abbott.

So you do remember me?

Let's see, the last time I saw you
was in a basement in Los Angeles.

You had the cutest little money
making machine in the United States.

Well I, got five years
for counterfeiting

and I was deported.
I've paid for it.

Won't you people ever
let a fellow alone?

When you behave yourself.

When I came back to England, I starved.

But I didn't go back to the rackets,
do you know why?

Because I met a woman who
didn't care about my past.

We're married now.

- Both changed our name.
- Go on.

Well, I got a job as an air steward.

Now I'm on the ground staff,
and everything is going fine.

- Why do you want to spoil it?
- Why did you spoil it?

Oh, be reasonable, I'm not
using my own name, and

I haven't told Globe Link
that I'm an ex-con.

That's not right and I know it.
But I had to have a job.

So where's the harm?

Are you going to ruin me
just because of that?

Because of a few papers?

There's no duty on that stuff,
I'm breaking no laws.

What kind of a defence is that?
You know what you're saying?

Sure I do.

Cops you're all the same.
You never give an ex-con a break.

- You're all so...
- Take it easy!

- I'm going to open this, Abbott.
- Help yourself.

And the name is Robson.

Just a few papers for the kid.
The boys bring them over for me.

Now look, you were a treasury man once,

now you're an efficiency expert.

Can't you forget your old job?
You could ruin me, just like that.

Do you know what it would
mean to me, and the family?

What did you say your name was?
Robson?

Well, Robson, I'll tell you
what I'd like to do.

I'd like to buy you a drink
at the airport tomorrow, okay?

Diamond, mink, kiss.

Fable.

I can manage only one of those items
at the moment, but...

If you do as you're told you
may get one of the others.

Does that mean you're not
busy tonight, Frasie?

- On the contrary.
- You want me to go away?

- A business conference.
- You're always sending me away.

Well, not always.

Could I stay?
I'll be as quiet as a mouse,

and I've never heard
you discuss business.

But it wouldn't interest you,
now come on, you go for a walk.

And you get some diamonds?

If you wish, it's quite a suitable
occupation.

I look for a lovely
present, from you to me.

And not too expensive.

Hello.

Bill, what is so urgent?
Why so nervous?

You'll have to get someone else.

Well, fascinating, and puzzling.
Now, sit down.

It's clear enough surely, I've...

I've got to get out, I can't carry
any more freight for you.

You've grown a conscience,

and the process is
unconvincingly swift.

Well, swift or not,
it's the way I feel.

Well, come on, tell me about it.

Well, there's someone
snooping around the airfield

and he's asking a lot of questions.

- Really? A police officer?
- No, he's an efficiency expert.

His name is Mike Conlin, and he's
too efficient for my liking.

Sooner or later he's bound
to get on to something.

When he does, that will
be the end of both of us.

So I just assume I'll get out before...

Here, drink that.

Is that all that is worrying you?

Well, isn't that enough?

Not enough to make you throw away
the opportunity of a lifetime.

Only a few more trips, and you'll have

enough to start an air traffic company,

If you do as you're told.

What about this Conlin?

If I find he's too efficient,

you'll find when you return that he's

quite efficiently taken care of.

Do you want all your work
and risks to go for nothing?

Because of one busy body?

- Okay, I'll leave it to you.
- That's all I ever asked you to do.

Now, that Mr. Conlin,
what does he look like?

Yes?

Oh, put him on.

Hello, Mac.

I've got news for you.

We now know
where Mr. Smith worked.

Can you meet me there?
This is the address.

Wait I'll get that down.

Alright, 36 Anderson Street off
Throgmorton Street. I'm on my way.

Yes?

He's with two men from the Yard?

Where?

Chisholm Investment Trust.

Wait a minute.

That's where Smith used to work.

I see.

Watch him.

You checked his books?

No, we trusted him completely,
there hadn't been a hint of trouble.

As for gambling, he wouldn't even
buy a ticket in the office suite.

I can't believe it,
deficit of 1000 pounds.

- How long had he worked here?
- 15 years.

- Was he married?
- Yes.

- Happily?
- No, his wife left him.

- How long ago?
- About a year ago.

I say, do you think that could
have anything to do with it?

Could be.

How did he take it,
when his wife left him?

Delved himself in his work even more,

staying here late in the evening,

and all that time he was helping
himself. What a terrible business.

Who were his friends?

He didn't make friends very easily.

Come in.

- Things from his locker, Sir.
- Let's see it.

These addresses
mean anything to you in here?

13 Stepney Way, 224
Belgrave Square, 16...

- 224 Belgrave Square, Sir?
- Yeah.

Yes, it was on the
list we had in Smith's room.

I've checked, there was nothing there.

There's a house owned
by a man named Fraser.

And Fraser remembered Smith
had once called on him

to try to interest him in
some investment or others.

I see. Well,

thank you very much Mr. Granger,
take his stuff back to the Yard.

- Yes, Sir.
- Good day.

- Thank you, thank you.
- Good day, gentlemen.

Good day, Sir.

Okay.

- Bill.
- Hi Sandra, what's the hurry?

Did Mike Conlin talk to you?

- No.
- But he followed you.

He what?

I asked him to talk to you,
I had to, maybe he could help.

I don't want any help.

You're talking just like Tom did,
before he died.

- He wouldn't trust me either.
- You seem to trust Mr. Conlin.

Why? He's a stranger.
What did you tell him?

- Nothing, I only asked him...
- Did you tell him about Fraser?

No.

Bill, you're involved in something,
aren't you? Like Tom, and Wilson?

And it's with Fraser isn't it?
Isn't it?

Don't worry Sandy, I'll take care of
everything.

That's just what Tom
said before he died.

Goodbye, Sandy.

Oh, Mike.

What is it, Sandy?

It's Bill, he's in trouble, serious
trouble. He's just taken off.

Let's get him on a radio.

Hotel, Alpha, this is Workshop calling.

This is Hotel, Alpha,
go ahead Workshop.

Bill, Bill you've got to listen to me.

I told you to leave me alone.

Bill, this is Mike Conlin.

Don't you know it's against regulation

to break in our radio communication?

I want to help you.

I don't want any help,
and I don't need any help.

What kind of a setup is this anyway?

That's exactly what I aim to find out.

You can tell me what I want to know,
and you're going to.

You're on the wrong frequency,
Mr. Efficiency.

Well, it's up to you now.

You'll have to tell me what you know.

Gambling and roulette?
A fellow named Fraser.

That's all I know. Please Mike,
tell me what this is all about.

I can't yet, Sandy.

Bill's in it, isn't he?
Is he in danger?

Yes, I'm afraid he is.

Can you help us, Mike?

Well I can try, you're going
to have to trust me, Sandy.

Alright.

Now, where exactly is
this gambling joint?

224 Belgrave Square.

224 Belgrave Square?

Take him away.

You are a pair of fools.

I setup a surefire target,
and what happens?

Two against one, with everything
completely in your favour.

All you had to do was to rub him out,

and make it look
a straightforward suicide.

But no, you let him even
take your guns away.

Now you leave him to me, I personally

will satisfy his curiosity.

So that he dies happy.

Now get out, and stay out.

- Frasie, darling.
- Not now, Colette.

- I only want to ask you.
- Not now!

But darling, it's about the necklace.

- What necklace?
- Oh, you remember.

When we went shopping the other day,

- you promised then.
- I didn't.

Don't bother me.

Frasie, it's the most
wonderful necklace, diamonds.

No!

- You promised.
- I did nothing of the kind.

Don't be mean, you've given
me much more expensive

- presents than that.
- Maybe it's not the point.

You're too extravagant.

Just this once, this
one little necklace.

Oh, be quiet.

- Don't talk to me like that.
- The only language you understand.

I understand a promise when I hear one.

You understand that?

Now get this clear, Colette.

I give you presents, when
I want to give them to you.

Bother me again like this or ever,
and it's all over.

You understand?

Perfection madam.
Exquisite as yourself.

- It's beautiful.
- Then you have decided, madam?

Yes, I'll take it.

300, 600, 900, 1200, 1500 pounds,
there you are.

Well, count it.

- Anything wrong?
- No, no, no, madam, no.

Just the cash payment, for such a
large amount, is rather unusual.

I shall have to take it
straight to the bank, Madam.

- Whatever you say.
- Thank you madam, goodbye.

Goodbye.

- So, that's the whole story.
- Counterfeiting.

That's right, on a large scale.

And we're fairly sure that Wilson
and Alanson were mixed up in it.

- And Bill?
- Yes.

I'm sorry Sandy,
it kind of looks that way.

Fraser, he's the boss, isn't he?

That we are sure of.
We know that his

girlfriend bought an
expensive necklace,

and paid for it with 1500 pounds
worth of counterfeit money.

Now we could have
picked her up on that,

but we wanted to see if
we could gather up the

whole gang in the
middle of an operation.

Including my brother?

Sandy, this business has already
cost the lives of three men.

Wouldn't you rather that we arrested
him, even if it means prison?

Than have him wind up like the others?

Ms. Hastings, we want you to promise
us that you won't make any attempt

to contact or warn your brother.

His safety, in fact
his life, depends on

us catching him, and
breaking up the gang.

Only he can give us the evidence we
need to make the rest of it stick.

Alright, you have my promise.

Globe Link announces the arrival
of flight 53 from New York.

You hear that Mac? That will be
Hastings, you all set at your end?

I'm just leaving. We'll be
waiting outside Fraser's house.

Let the Yard know the moment that
Hastings leaves the airport.

Alright, but don't you take any action

until you're sure that
they're together.

Right.

The money is in the plane?

Like I told you, I'm finished
with this racket for good.

You're beginning to talk just like
Tom Alanson.

Alanson and Wilson tried
to be clever too.

So it was you that killed them.

It's a raid.

Look, you can pilot a plane.

We're going to the airport and
you fly me out of the country.

Don't be a fool Fraser, you'll
never get away with it.

We'll see about that.
Now go along.

- Take over, Sargent.
- Right.

Hello, give me Mike Conlin, please.

Yeah.

Hello Mike, Mac here.

Just as we thought, Bill Hastings
came straight to Fraser's house.

Now listen, when Hastings left here
he was carrying a bag.

Did he have it with him
when he went into Fraser's house?

He didn't, he probably left it
in his car. Take a look there.

If they brought any phoney money
in this trip,

it's either in that bag
or still in the plane.

Alright Mac, I'll see you.

- What are you going to do?
- My job.

Wait Mike, you've got
to give Bill a chance.

I've already given him every chance
in the world.

Start the engines.

Alright, take off.

Hotel, Alpha, Workshop calling.
Over.

Hotel, Alpha,
Workshop calling. Over.

Hotel, Alpha, Workshop calling.
Over.

Hotel, Alpha, Workshop calling.
Over.

Bill, answer me.

Head for the coast of France.

Where are we going to land?

I leave that for you to worry about.

You'll never get away with it.

Keep flying.

Every airport in the world
will be on the lookout for us.

You flatter yourself.

I guess that's it, so I'm ready
to go along with you now.

Well, I've checked out of the case now.

It's up to inspector
Macaulay from now on.

But, I think after what
you did on the plane

today everything is
going to be alright.

Thanks, Mike.