All language subtitles for The Long Memory (1953) -- Robert Hamer

(Whistle)

(lndistinct announcement over PA)

(Telephone)

- Superintendent Lowther.
- Sergeant Bletchley here, sir.

We're at Waterloo. Davidson's going to Kent.

Stay with him.

I'm going home now. I've been
up all night on the Dalston job.

Let me know what happens.

(Bleating)

� As I went out one May morning

� One May morning betime

� I met a maid from home had strayed

� All in the summertime

� What makes you leave your house and home

� Duty to pursue

� Your pretty little feet, they look so sweet

� Strike off the morning dew �

Hey! You.

What are you doing aboard there?

You've got no right to board there.

- Why not?
- Well, because it's mine.

- It belongs to me.
- By what right?

By right it belongs to me.

Now, if you paid rent for it...

- How much?
- Oh.

Five shillings. Five shillings a week.

- There's two weeks.
- No.

(Laughs) You keep it. What
would I want with rent?

It would be a nice thing if I couldn't
let a friend of mine have it, wouldn't it?

Nice to have a friend down here.
Gets a bit lonely sometimes.

- Would you like a cup of tea?
- No, thanks.

Wouldn't take a minute. Fire's going.

No, thanks.

- I bought the tea.
- I don't want it.

I told you I didn't want it.

No trouble, not for a friend.

What do you plan to do down here, mister?

That's my business.

Things you're going to need.

Table I've got that you can have, a chair.

- Thanks, but I don't want them.
- You'll need 'em.

Couple of blankets. A pan or two.

Why can't you leave me alone?

Just take the money and leave me alone.

I told you before,

you don't have to pay me,

not if you're a friend of mine.

Drink your tea while it's hot.

Warm you up.

Cold this evening.

(Man) Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter

� Away, you rolling river �

Have a look in the locker, will you? See
if there's a drop of my medicine in there.

(Coughs)

Dad.

Ah, this old river's got right into my lungs.

Does for you in the end, the old river.

The trawlers will do for you
first, unless you're careful.

Don't stand there looking like that.

You remind me of your poor mother,

and all the sorrows I
brought down on her, dear dog.

There's a good girl.

- Now look here, Mr Driver.
- Captain Driver to you, sir.

Admiral Driver, if you like,

but I'm not having Fay mixed
up in your dirty business.

By what right do you come
between father and daughter?

- By right that I love her.
- Phillip, don't be silly.

It's not only a dirty
business, it's a dangerous one.

One time there'll be trouble
and Boyd won't help him out.

Boyd's a pig, a toad. I wouldn't trust
him further than I could throw him.

If there's any throwing to be done...

Who is this young man? What's he doing here?

He's come to ask my
daughter's hand in marriage.

Well, he's come the wrong night.

- Tell him to go.
- I'm not going.

We'll see about that.

- On my right...
- Shut up, Pewsey.

Shut that up too.

- Sit down.
- Where's the ship?

She'll be in the correct
place at the correct time.

I'll believe that when I'm three miles out.

Do sit down.

This time tomorrow you will be in Rotterdam.

There's just the little matter of, er...

Oh, yes, I've got it here.

- What's this?
- 200 as agreed.

200?

It was 500 I mentioned.

You said 200 and that's all you're getting.

It's you who's on the run.

You don't tell us.

- We tell you.
- Just give me that money!

Agh!

Boyd!

(Screams)

He's out top. I'll bring him.

Come on, you old slurry, you.

Oh.

Get him ashore as quick as we can.

Put the light on.

Stand by to pick him up.

The other chap wasn't there, see?

Just us three and Boyd.

And young Davidson.

I should get five years for
trying to help Delaney get away.

So he wasn't there, see?

- What did you find?
- One. One dead man.

Drop in a line.

- Morning, Miss Driver.
- Morning.

Won't you sit down?

Forgive me for troubling you like this,

but I'd like your story in your own
words of what happened the other night.

My story?

Yes, I don't want to distress you,
but Pewsey is somewhat incoherent,

your father is rather old.

You seem a clear-headed young woman

and I feel you can probably give us
the clearest picture of what happened.

Phillip Davidson, you are charged
that on the 5th September last,

you feloniously killed one Spencer
Boyd with malice aforethought.

It's my duty to warn
you that anything you say

may be taken down and used
in evidence at your trial.

What can I say?

When I left the cabin Boyd was alive.

It was the other man that was dead.

And was there any other man there?

No.

On the 9th of November last, you
were taken to Gravesend mortuary

to identify a body.

Yes.

In your opinion, whose body was it?

Spencer Boyd's.

Now, Mr Pewsey,

when you left the cabin, who remained?

Boyd and him.

- Boyd and who?
- Him.

What were they doing?

Scrapping.

With any weapon?

Yes. A poker.

Was there a body on the floor?

No.

Now, Mr Davidson, will you repeat to
the jury your version of what happened?

Boyd killed the other man with a poker.

I tried to take the poker away from him.

The lamp broke, the cabin caught on fire.

The others left. I went
on struggling with Boyd.

When the fire got too bad, I...
I broke loose and jumped overboard.

And what happened to Boyd?

I don't know. I suppose
he must have suffocated.

You suppose?

Yes.

You heard the witnesses identify the body

with a severe head wound as Boyd's.

Yes.

You heard them swear there
was no other man there.

- They're lying.
- And you are telling the truth?

- Yes.
- I see.

Then perhaps you will tell the jury
what happened to the other man's body.

(Davidson) I don't know.

- I suppose the tide...
- You suppose?

- Yes.
- You suppose the tide

decided to take one body and leave the other.

Yes.

Only two more days to go.

I haven't slept for three weeks.

- They recommended him to mercy.
- Even so, prison, 12 or 15 years of it.

What's prison to a young man?

Now, if it was your old father
had to go to prison instead.

- It would be the death of him.
- Suppose it wasn't Boyd's body.

Suppose it was the other man's.

- I couldn't let them hang him, though.
- They're not going to hang him.

I thought I heard the car.

- You're wanted on the phone.
- Thanks.

- Lowther here.
- Sergeant Bletchley here, sir.

Davidson's on a disused barge in the bay.

Well, stay with him.

You can wake me up if
anything startling happens.

Night.

What was that?

Oh, just routine.

But why did you say to wake you up?

My stern sense of duty.

- Is there anything to eat?
- Yes. I'll bring it in.

Good.

(Foghorn)

Alice.

Customer.

- Evening.
- Good evening.

I'd, er... I'd like a cup of tea, please.

Thanks.

We haven't seen you before, have we?

No.

We don't often see a new face around here.

Oh?

- Quiet.
- (Foghorns)

Except for them.

Moo, moo, like a lot of damn
cows, all day and all night.

So it's nice to see a new face.

As a matter of fact, I'm trying to get
on the track of an old friend of mine.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yes.

I don't know whether you know him.

Tim Pewsey.

Excuse me.

Busy tonight.

Tea, please.

Pewsey did you say your friend's name was?

That's right. Used to be a boxer.

Gedge, do you know anyone called Pewsey?

No.

Well, er...

if you should hear of him,

just tell him I was
looking for him, will you?

What name shall I say?

Er, well, he wouldn't know
my name, just tell him...

Ilse, get some more coke for the stove.

(Foghorn)

Foreigner. One of these
refugees come off the ship.

What shall I tell him, then?

Tell him that if he'll leave
a message where I can find him,

he'll learn something to his advantage.

I'll ask around.

Thanks. Night.

- (Bucket clatters)
- Clumsy girl.

Sorry. My fault.

(Foghorn)

(Telephone)

- Lowther here.
- Sergeant Bletchley here, sir.

- Sorry to disturb you.
- Never mind that. What is it?

He's been making enquiries about Pewsey.

Threatening?

When they first started, friendly, but, er...

Yes, all right. You stay awake tonight.

- Yes, sir.
- Keep watching him.

In the morning I'll arrange for someone
to take shifts with you. Good night.

Keep watching whom?

Someone I'm interested in.

Well, if you won't tell me, I'll tell you.

Phillip Davidson's been released.

Hasn't he?

Yes.

When?

- This morning.
- Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to worry you.

Why on earth should it worry me?

He came out with a bad report.

How do you mean?

The prison governor.

Oh, he's a well behaved prisoner,

but he may not be so well
behaved now that he's out.

Why not?

Well, he seems to think he has
a grievance against the witnesses

who gave evidence against him.

Don't they all?

At the time, yes, but
for it to last 12 years,

well, that's a long time to remember.

What do you want?

My name's Craig. I want to talk to you.

Well, I don't want to talk to you.

Now, look here, Davidson.

How do you know my name?

I remember it.

From 12 years back.

What's 12 years back to do with you?

I want a story.

For my newspaper.

Newspaper man, eh?

Well, take your newspaper and get out of
here the way you came and leave me alone.

If you want to throw me
out, I couldn't stop you.

Look. I don't want any trouble.

Just get out of here.

Come to that, you could easily slap
me over the head with that poker.

Get out.

You all right?

Cracked my head.

Might have broken me neck.

Would have been awkward for you, wouldn't it?

Sorry, I shouldn't have said that.

Or about the poker.

Deserved what I got.

Believe it or not, I don't like
this job any more than you do.

Soon as my head joins together
again, I'll get out of your hair.

Who sent you here?

I told you, my paper. They want a story.

Do they want the truth or the same old lies?

The truth.

If they'll print the truth, they can have it.

But the story isn't finished yet.

There's some loose ends to be tidied up.

What loose ends?

Pewsey.

Driver.

And the girl.

Driver tidied himself up.

Died of booze four years ago.

And the others?

I wouldn't know.

- Want a lift?
- Sure.

Thanks.

- Oh, it's you.
- Yeah.

Very kind of you, Bob.

I imagine I don't need to
ask what you're doing here.

I imagine not.

You know, I feel sorry for the chap.

Have you talked to him?

- We had a chat just now.
- I wish you newspaper men

- would mind your own business.
- 'Tis our business.

- Have you talked to him?
- No.

Just seeing what the form looks like.

He's on licence. I can't do
anything unless he does something.

I'd say he's quite liable to do something.

You see, he seems to think
he didn't kill that fellow.

I know.

He's looking for two
people to help him prove it.

And if he finds them, I guess he'll try
pretty hard to persuade them to help him.

One's a chap by the name of Pewsey.

The other's a woman.

- Fay Driver.
- That was it.

You know, if he got Pewsey or Fay
Driver into a dark corner one night,

it wouldn't be surprising if
he lost his head for a minute.

Then we must see that
isn't allowed to happen.

Good. You see, I've got
to write about Davidson,

and if anything did crop up
that might be to his advantage,

I'd like to be able to use it.

Naturally.

Oh, here's my pub.

Well, ta-ta. Thanks for the lift.

- Hello, Mick.
- Hello, Dad.

I heard you come in, so I hurried.

Yes, you certainly did.

No, honestly, did you catch anyone today?

No, not today.

- You'd better be off to bed.
- I'll come up and say good night.

I've been thinking, Mickie hasn't
been looking too well lately.

- He seems fine to me.
- Mm.

I was wondering if you'd like to take him
down to the sea when his holidays start.

I hardly think that's necessary.

Anyway, I've just started spring cleaning.

Did you see him?

No, I got reports of him, though.

Darling, I don't want to make a
fuss, but I can't help worrying about

the possibility of anything
happening to you or to Mick.

I expect it's just a lot of talk.

After he's been home for
a bit and settled down...

Well, he hasn't got a home to settle down in.

Both his parents died while he was inside.

Well, isn't there a thing called
The Discharged Prisoners Aid Society?

Darling, you're quite sure he hasn't
any reason to have a grudge against you?

Course I'm sure.

Whatever reason could he have?

Well, I must be getting back to the smoke.

Any message for Mr Berry?

- Always wondered what was in these.
- Ask no questions, you'll hear no lies.

- Take it to Mr Berry.
- OK.

Ta, Mr Gedge. See you Tuesday.

Oh, it's you, is it?

Wife's been asking after Tim Pewsey for you.

- Did she find out anything?
- She'll tell you.

She's asked enough.
Chatter, chatter, chatter.

Hello.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Did you find out...
- Cup of tea?

- Er, yes, please.
- Ilse, one tea.

- Been a nice day, hasn't it?
- Yeah.

Your husband was saying you've
been asking about Tim Pewsey for me.

Oh, yes. He's working as a deckhand.

Now, where was it?

Oh, I've got a head like a sieve for names.

Oh.

All right. No harm done.

What was I saying?

You were trying to remember
where Tim Pewsey works.

That's right. I'll have it in a minute.

Brewster's, was it?

No. Drewster's.

Drewster's. That's it.

- Drewster's at Gravesend.
- Thanks.

Thanks.

Funny what tricks your
memory plays you, isn't it?

- Yeah.
- (Man) Oh.

Ow!

Cup of tea, please.

Now, then, come along.

Haven't you got a nice home to go to?

(Foghorn)

Come on, you!

Agh!

Thank you.

Better get on inside.

Can I use your phone, please?

They're headed upstream, sir.
I'm afraid he's given me the slip.

You clot!

Sorry, that wasn't fair, you
can hardly swim after him.

He's headed for Gravesend most likely.
The local police are looking for Pewsey.

Get in there and see if they've
found out anything. Fast car at once.

(Foghorn)

- Good afternoon.
- What the devil are you doing here?

- Just doing my job, same as you.
- I mean here?

Intelligent anticipation. If you want
to find the cat, wait by the mouse hole.

Only unfortunately, the mouse isn't here.

- Where's he gone?
- I don't know.

His wife knows, but she wouldn't tell me.

I won't hold that against her.

However, if she won't talk to the
press, maybe she will to the law.

Has it occurred to you we represent the
two great guardians of the public interest?

We'll discuss that some other
time. Good afternoon. Your husband?

He's not here. I keep saying.

He's gone off with another woman.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

Then you're the only nosy
parker in Gravesend who doesn't.

He's deeply in love, he says.

Love.

And him going on 55 and a
brain like scrambled egg.

But he hasn't done nothing wrong.

He's not in trouble?

No.

But he may be in danger.

Danger?

Yes, that's why I'm here.

To look after him.

We do spend quite a lot of
time looking after people

as well as arresting them, you know.

All right.

He's on the other side of the town.

41 Petoria Crescent.

Good.

(Sobs)

Another man will come here
asking for your husband.

He may give the name of Davidson,
or he may give another name.

I want you to tell him the same
address that you've told me.

You understand?

Yes.

I wish you'd go away.

On behalf of our millions of readers, no.

I've a good mind to have you taken away.

Obstructing the police in the
execution of their duty? Nope.

Loitering with intent to commit a felony?

Certainly not.

Conduct whereby a breach of the
peace is liable to be occasioned?

I don't think so.

Mrs Pewsey, did he turn up? Davidson?

Yeah. I've no time to
talk to you now, young man.

- It's your duty to tell the police.
- My duty's there.

(Foghorn)

I want to see Tim Pewsey.

- Tim Pewsey?
- You heard.

There's no one of that name here.

Oh. Isn't there?

What do you mean, pushing into my
house? I'll have the law on you.

You got no business pushing your
way in. What do you want, anyway?

What is it now?

Just as I thought. Every
spring, regular as clockwork.

Have you had your temperature took?

No.

101, I'd say.

Here, who is this?

Mrs Pewsey.

- Mrs Pewsey?
- That's right.

That's his photograph. If he enters this end,

don't try and stop him, just let him see you.

- Yes, sir.
- Right.

Either this silly, old mare gets
out or I get angry, one or the other.

If we're gonna start calling
names, I know one or two.

- Oh, well, I know a few more...
- Oh, Glad, it's all right.

It's not all right. It's
disgusting after what's happened.

I've got my morals. What has
she come here for, anyway?

If you want to know, I've
come to rub his chest.

Nice drop of beer just down the road.

However, if you're on
duty, I suppose you can't.

They said you was in danger.

- Who said?
- The police.

Danger?

From who?

I suppose the other one who came.

What other one? Can't you say nothing clear?

Well, he didn't say his name.

Police said he might say
his name was Davidson.

Davidson? You mean he's out?

(Gladys) Jim!

- Hello.
- Have you put the cat out?

- No.
- Well, put it out, then.

He's not to go out. Do you
want him to catch his death?

I don't know what you're up to, but I'm ready
for bed and that cat's wanting to go out.

Well, he's not going out.
His pores are wide open.

I don't care whether they're open or shut.

I know you don't. No more do I, but
I'm not going to see murder done.

He's just had his chest oiled.

I know. The whole place stinks of the stuff.

That makes a nice change.

It won't do him no harm to put the cat out.

- Yes, it will.
- No, it won't. The cat's his job.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Where is the ruddy cat?

It's there.

Them women. If one weren't bad enough,

- now I've got two.
- (Meows)

Jim! What's the matter?

You gone crazy?

Quiet.

Listen.

(Meowing)

There's a cat wants to come in again.

Well...

it can't.

Stop out all night for all I care.

(Clock chimes)

(Clock chimes)

I wanna make a statement. About Davidson.

Maybe somebody else was there.

- You'd better come and tell the guv'nor.
- No, no, no. This way.

This man wants to tell us something, sir.

Look, I might have made a mistake.
It might not have been Boyd's body.

All right, Pewsey, save it till you get to
the station. Take him along. I'll follow.

Yeah, but what are you gonna
do about him? He's off his loaf.

- Straight, I tell you.
- We'll look after you. Go on.

Well?

I couldn't help hearing what he said.

You'll have to check it, won't you?

I'd hate to make things tougher for you

but I'd hate to make things
tougher for Davidson either.

Look. Do me a favour, will you?

Keep away from Fay for the time being.

As long as my editor will let me.

Thank you.

(Scrubbing)

What are you doing here?

Cleaning.

It was very dirty.

I mean why are you here?

I've run away from that place.

But...

why here?

Where else should I go?

Why should you think I want you here?

I do not think you would want.

But I thought perhaps you would not mind.

When I first saw you there,

in that place of bad people,

I knew that you were not bad.

You smiled when I was clumsy.

I thought perhaps you knew the same about me.

Well...

bad things have happened to me.

But I'm not bad.

Then that night,

when you stopped another
bad thing happening to me...

I thought perhaps you would
not mind if I came to you.

If I saw somebody beating a
dog, I'd try to stop them...

it wouldn't mean that I wanted to keep a dog.

I'm sorry.

I thought... I didn't know.

I'm sorry, I didn't meant to be
cruel, but I don't want you here.

I don't want anyone here.

- You are not a cruel man.
- How do you know?

I know.

When I first saw you there, I knew.

I've seen too much cruelty not to know.

Your face is cruel, most of the time.

It's because you're thinking
cruel thoughts, but inside...

What goes on inside me is my business.

What goes on here is my
business, so will you please go?

I would keep things clean
for you, cook for you.

Do not pay me.

I said will you please go?

Very well. I will go.

And where will you go?

Well, that, like you say, is my business.

Well...

you can stay if you like.

Till tomorrow.

Thank you.

Settling in nicely?

Mickie was so disappointed
you didn't come home.

He's playing in the second
eleven this afternoon.

Thought we might go and watch him.

Afraid I have to get back to work.

We found Pewsey.

Oh, yes?

What happened?

Pewsey's inside for safety.

He made a statement.

What about?

He said he lied at the trial.

More coffee?

I shouldn't think he knows what he's saying.

He never was very bright in
the head as far as I remember.

Maybe.

It'll have to be checked, though.

Checked?

Yes.

You'll have to answer some questions.

What questions?

I can't ask them.

In the circumstances,
someone else will have to.

This newspaper, or any other
newspaper for that matter,

cannot afford to pay you a salary
for not producing a single paragraph.

A retainer, Mr Hasbury, not a salary.

When did you start worrying
about this paper's finances?

- It's as rich as Croesus.
- Yes.

And do you know why? Because it isn't
in the habit of paying people money

to muck around building up swindle
sheets and not produce a paragraph.

Plenty of other stories, aren't there?

The world's full of misery.

Why do you have to have this one?

Look, I've met the people
concerned, you haven't.

I think Davidson ought to be left
alone to work things out for himself.

What's more, if I wrote up the story, I
know I'd be putting Lowther on the spot.

Listen, Craig, if you want to be the
big bleeding heart of all the world,

I'll put a younger man on the story.

OK?

As far as I'm concerned, he's welcome.

(Door slams)

Here, Fisher. You have a look
through this, see what you can do.

- You know the sort of thing.
- Something sunny.

Something to read on a wet Sunday morning.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm awake.

Evidently.

You do not mind that I am here?

I told you, stay till tomorrow.

Tonight,

lying here,

I've been happier than I ever remember.

Our village was burnt when I was 12.

What happened to my mother
and father, I never knew.

Since then I've never had a place to be...

where I was happy,

till now.

Must have been terrible.

You'll have to find somewhere else to go.

It is not only being here.

It is...

It is being with you.

You don't even know who I am.

That does not matter.

You can know some people a whole life,

and not know them.

Others in a few days.

In ten years I've seen many people...

many men,

most bad.

But I'm not wrong when I
think I see somebody good.

Well, you're wrong about me.

You say so,

but I'm not.

Good night.

You do not think people...

good people,

should try to be happy together?

Some people, perhaps.

They'd like to see you at the Yard.

Oh, yes?

When?

As soon as possible. Tomorrow?

Well, tomorrow's a bit
difficult. Will the day after do?

I suppose it'll have to.

I'll drive in with you.

No, I... I think it would
be better to go separately.

Bobby.

Uh-huh.

Does this make things very awkward for you?

- Not necessarily.
- But possibly.

Only if it turned out that
you'd lied at the trial.

You are not at sleep.

No.

You will not let me stay?

No, this is no place for you.

- It could be.
- You don't understand.

I've something to do,
which I must be alone to do.

It is something... not nice.

It's something that has to be done.

Somebody has hurt you.

And you're going to hurt them back.

Perhaps it is not worth
it to hurt people back.

Perhaps it is.

Fay, are you awake?

Yes.

What is it?

You did lie at the trial, didn't you?

Didn't you?

All right.

It's easier to say it in the dark.

I did.

(He sighs)

How did you know?

Oh, you get pretty good in my job
at knowing when people are lying.

And I know you pretty well.

Perhaps I've always known.

Why did you do it?

It was a choice between him and my father.

It didn't seem so dreadful at the time.

And later when he was
sentenced, it seemed terrible.

Then bit by bit I got used to it,

started to forget about it.

Then...

you and I met again by accident and...

It wasn't by accident, was it?

No.

I'd been standing on that corner
for three Saturdays running.

Why should that only occur to me now?

I meant what I said earlier, but
I'd rather that things were awkward.

You must tell the truth this time.

How would it affect you?

Well, I'll have to resign.

But you've worked a lifetime
getting where you are.

What good is it going to
do to throw it all away?

I'd rather throw it away
than keep it on those terms.

You and your conscience.

I can't help that.

What good is it going to
do Phillip Davidson, anyhow?

It will clear his name.

Wouldn't wipe out the last 12 years.

That's not the point,
there's a principle at stake.

Justice has been done and even if it
can't be remedied, it must be admitted.

Even if it cost your career?

This house, Mickie's happiness, everything?

Yes, darling.

Even so.

All right.

Day after tomorrow, you said.

Mm-hm.

(Man shouts)

(Man over PA) Stuart and Hammond,
on the quay, please, for shipping.

- Yeah?
- Mr Berry.

- What name?
- He won't know my name.

Say it's a personal message.

Oh, guv,

there's a lady here to see you.

Well, she's forgotten her name.

Says it's personal.

(Laughs)

OK.

Up as far as you can go, dear,

then straight ahead.

Come in.

- Mr Berry.
- I don't think I've had the pleasure.

Or should I say Mr Boyd?

- You don't remember me?
- I'm afraid not.

Should I?

I think you should.

After all, I was present at
the occasion of your death.

Of course.

(Laughs)

Please forgive me.

That seems a long time ago.

Do sit down.

(Knock at door)

Who is it?

- Mr Davidson around?
- I don't know.

Perhaps he's changed his
name. Do you know him?

- He's not here.
- Any idea what time he'll be back?

I do not know.

I'll leave a message for him.

Tell him a...

friend of his...

left this.

Very important. He wants to get in
touch with someone called Fay Driver.

- That's her address.
- Fay Driver?

Mm. Nothing to worry about.

No need to be jealous, ducks, just
an old friend he wants to see again.

I must say, I like your little love
nest. You've fixed it up real pretty.

Some chaps have all the luck, don't they?

'Ere. Stop that.

Never a dull moment.

Out you get.

Er... don't forget, will you?

But I'm boring you with this
remembrance of things past.

It was foolish of me to suppose that your
father might let my secret die with him.

He only told me when he was
dying. Until then I never knew.

But you know now.

Yes.

It would be charming if I could believe
that this was just a social visit,

but I imagine there's more to it than that.

Yes.

- I need money.
- Ah.

Like father, like daughter.

I wouldn't have come to you if
I hadn't have been desperate.

Of course not.

I want to leave the country
for the sake of others.

And, I presume, yourself.

And myself.

But you are one of the others.

- So I thought...
- Quite.

How much?

I thought we agreed that you should be gone.

I'm just going when that man comes.

What did he want?

He wanted to speak to you.
I said you were not here.

I couldn't go without saying goodbye.

All right. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I do not even know your name.

What does that matter?

It matters that I want a name
to remember as well as a face...

that each night before I got to sleep...

I will be able to say...

good night.

Choose any name you like.

And I thought you were not cruel.

What right have you to ask me for kindness?

The right that I love you.

I don't want your love.

I know my love is not much,

but love is...

Iove.

- Please let me stay with you.
- No.

I know I'm not beautiful, but
I'll keep things clean for you,

cook for you, be here when you want me.

I don't want you here.

You're a fool. Just because
love has been hard to you,

you refuse to let it be gentle.

Will you leave me alone?

Goodbye.

Phillip.

It's been delightful to meet
you again after all these years.

You won't be returning to this
country in the near future.

No.

Tomorrow, Waterloo, 11:30 by the clock.

What's this?

Oh. I had forgotten.

It was what he left for you.

What who left?

The man you wanted to speak to.

I had forgotten.

Forgotten?

You hadn't forgotten, had you?

No.

I was afraid.

I knew it was something to do with
this thing which is eating you alive.

I would have given it to you later,
when it would perhaps not matter.

What could stop it mattering?

I hope, perhaps...

Iove.

(Guard) Hang on.

Can I have my ball, please?

I'm late for tea.

- Do you live here?
- Yes.

- Is your mother in?
- I expect so.

Thank you.

Mum. Someone wants to see you.

I just want to talk to you, that's all.

Do come in.

Your tea's in the kitchen, Mickie.

You couldn't reach it.

Where can we talk?

Don't bother.

I just want to talk to you, that's all.

It's funny.

I've been hating you and planning
revenge on you for 12 years.

And now, when the chance comes
to do something about it...

I can't be bothered.

I just can't be bothered.

You don't altogether like that, do you?

You'd rather in a way I tried to kill you.

But I'm not going to.

Cos you're not worth it.

When you came to the door
just now, it suddenly hit me.

All the time I was in prison
I'd been nourishing this hatred

against a great villainess.

And I suddenly saw just
a tawdry, little coward.

Phillip, let me explain.

Save your explaining for your husband,
for the police or for yourself.

I'm not interested.

I'm not interested in
who you are, what you are,

what you did or why you did it.

It's all over and done with
as far as I'm concerned.

I spent a quarter of a
lifetime thinking about it

and I'm not going to spend any more.

Course, whether it's over and done
with as far as the police are concerned

is another matter.

The maximum sentence for
perjury is seven years, isn't it?

But I don't suppose you'll get all of that.

Anyway, you'll get used to it after a time.

Used to the routine,

used to the remembering.

You'll find plenty of things
to remember, won't you?

This house, that kid of yours.

But just in case you've any time to spare...

and you will have, you know,

because the days are long
and the nights are longer...

here's one other thing.

Remember that I'm free.

Free of the place where you
are, free of the person you are,

free of the whole blasted thing.

(Door opens)

Oh. He's gone.

Yes, he's gone.

I found this on the floor of the
hall. I thought he might need it.

Yeah, he will need it.

- Did you enjoy your tea?
- Yes, thank you, Mother.

It is the first time I've seen you smile.

It is over, that bad thing?

Yes.

Well over?

Well over.

Thanks be to God.

This is yours.

You are suddenly the person
I always knew you were.

It's your fault.

I want it set up right away.
Have you a man you can trust?

'Fraid none of the usual fellas are here,
Mr Berry, but I'll find someone reliable.

(Foghorns)

You want to earn yourself a crust?

Yeah, I wouldn't mind. What is it?

Gedge says he wants a man to take
something up along right away.

- Up along where?
- Lower Pool.

Seems there's a tide going up,
said you were a friend of mine.

No. I don't want to get mixed up in anything.

It's not one of the usual jobs.

Important letter is what he said.

All right.

Might as well.

- Cup of tea?
- If you've got one to spare.

You will not be too long?

Not long.

- Jackson said you wanted someone...
- Do you know Shad Thames?

I can find it.

You'll see a big sign,
says Berry and Company.

You ask for Mr Berry, tell him you've
come from me, he'll see you all right.

Right.

Hurry. You'll be late.

- Bye.
- Bye, dear.

Waterloo, please.

(Foghorn)

(Woman over PA)...Honiton and Salisbury,

your train will leave from platform eight.

(lndistinct announcement over PA)

Mr Berry.

Something for him from Gedge.

Gentleman from Gedge is here.

- Shall he come on up?
- No, I'm coming down.

We've got to be at Waterloo at 11:30.

He'll be right down.

- Are you from Gedge?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

- Waterloo, you said?
- Yes.

No. Forget Waterloo.

And go home.

(Woman over PA) Passengers
for Southampton Docks,

your train will leave at
11:55 from platform eleven.

Fay.

Fay.

(Woman over PA) Passengers for the
11:55 train for Southampton Docks,

please have them ready at platform 11.

(Whistle)

(Car passes outside)

(Train approaches)

(Telephone)

Lowther.

Waterloo police station here,
sir. We've found Mrs Lowther.

Oh, you have.

Oh, thank God.

Thank you.

I never thought I'd be
in bed in this room again.

Well, here you are, just the same.

If he turned up...

Well, we won't talk about that now.

Come on. Drink this up and then go to sleep.

I wonder what happened to my luggage.

It's probably in the lost property.

Mm.

Lost property.

Phillip, what is it?

What is it, Phillip?

It has started again, that bad thing.

I saw the man I'm supposed to have murdered.

I've just been talking to Fisher.

He's got the makings of a good newspaper man.

Fisher oughtn't to be a newspaper
man. Not even on this paper.

What troubles the Craig conscience?

You gave him Fay Driver's address
and he passed it on to Davidson.

What? He shouldn't have done that.

He's got a lot to learn yet, that
boy. Well, what's done is done.

It's not as simple as that!

People's lives add up to more than a
few lines of print for Sunday reading.

Tomorrow I'm going down to see Davidson.

- What good can you do?
- I don't know.

But if I can undo anything that
you've done, it will be worth it.

Craig. Don't forget to
take your halo with you.

Is Phillip Davidson there?

- Please, I must find the police.
- What's the matter?

He's gone to find a man and I must stop him.

Telephone. Urgent.

Look here, Craig, are you drunk?

If I am, so is everybody else.

She's certain that he's gone out to
find him and kill him properly this time.

Hold on. Wait a minute.

Fay. Fay. Was it Boyd?

- Was who Boyd?
- The man who didn't turn up.

Tell me. It means life
and death. Was it Boyd?

Yes.

Where can I find him?

Unless you tell me, Phillip Davidson
is going to come to terrible harm.

Haven't you done him enough already?

Shad Thames. He's called Berry now.

Oh, it's you.

You can go right on up.

Come in. I was rather expecting you.

I suppose I could kill you here
and now and get away scot-free.

I've done my time for you already.

An interesting legal point.

I've got 12 years of agony
to get out of my system

before I can be a human being again,

and I don't see why I
shouldn't get it out on you.

After all, you bought your
life at the expense of mine.

Everything you have, I've paid for.

That's for my first day in prison.

That's for the second.

It's not worth it.

It's funny...

when you come to the point,
revenge isn't worth it.

You plan it and plan it,

and then when you start, it makes you
feel as filthy as the other person,

and I'd hate to feel as filthy as you.

You'd better wait.

Silly.

Quite right. Thank you.

I'm taking the car. If anybody
comes, I haven't been here.

Nobody's been here.

(Siren)

Quicker to walk. You stay with her.

(Car horns)

It seems to be the same everywhere.

Once a man has been unlucky...

he'll be unlucky always.

He's in the best possible hands.

Lowther will do anything in
the world to get him justice.

It is not justice we need,

not anything as big as that.

Just the right to exist...

without being hurt,

without doing hurt.

(Man) Let go.

- (Bell rings)
- All gone.

Mr Berry.

- He hasn't been in today.
- Anybody been asking for him?

No.

- I'll wait.
- Please yourself.

- Say please.
- I'm a police officer.

- No.
- I'm going to search the place.

- Got a warrant?
- Not yet.

- I know the law.
- I'm sure you do.

I've no doubt the law knows you too.

- How does this thing work?
- Find out.

So I look up and there's the
guv'nor running downstairs

with this fella chasing him,
waving a gun like a madman.

So the guv'nor runs through there,
this fella follows him, I go after them,

just as I get into the warehouse,
he fires at the guv'nor.

I tried to take the gun away from
him, but he's too strong for me.

The last I see of him, he's
running down that wharf.

- The guv'nor was a bit upset...
- All right, we'll hear the rest of it later.

- Keep him for me.
- What's the charge?

I'll tell you that later.

We're doing everything
we can as fast as we can.

If he is hurt, it's almost
certain that he'll head for home.

Yes, I think he will try to go home.

(Gunshot)

Boyd!

(Screams)

Boyd!

(Gunshot)

Get him up.

I'll take him.

Come on.

It's just...

the arm.

You'll be all right.

Listen, Davidson, my name's Lowther.

Yeah.

I want you to know I'm going to put
everything as right for you as I can.

There's nothing left... to put right now.

He doesn't need anything
that you can do for him.

He only...

only needs to be left alone,

to come back to life again.

What will happen to him?

Might get fined for not having a gun licence.

Well, I suppose we should be getting home.

Suppose we should.

� As I went out one May morning

� One May morning betime

� I met a maid from home had strayed

� All in the summertime

� What makes you leave your house and home? �