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-2 HIGHWAY TO HELL

It is the bride who tends to be nervous?

The police are controlling us

Not signals

Quiet!...because you say so?

If your parents are nervous, they would call the police, it is not true?

What we are doing is "technically" illegal.

Don't worry Charlie.... no one knows that we're getting married...

I assure you...

Well.

Except for my mother.

That?

Sorry!...you leave a note.... I didn't want to worry for me.

It will be better that we larguemos

We will.

Excuse me.

That's it... good boy.

That police we're following.

Charlie, it must be a coincidence.

I am sure this following.

Agree!...this good!... you had a reason!

- For a change... - Even so...

I think we would go much more insurance Las Vegas by this secondary road.

What is, Charlie.

- This-so-dark. - Rachel.

That?

Trust me.

We will.

Charlie.

In this car, not.

Close your eyes and imagine that it's a Porsche.

I so wanted to like you, but not this well.

Soon we will be in a bed...

without parents...

or prohibitions.

Without castration.

And without clothes!

Clear.

Especially, that last.

You want to see?

I could fill the tank?

Lead-free.

FREE COFFEE IF YOU WANT

Thank you.

How much will I owe?

For gasoline, $ 8, otherwise... nothing.

Go to Las Vegas?

Because what question?

This route is very bad, full of potholes...

they should go by the highway.

We don't care... take...

and thank you.

- Oh no! - Shit! - Wait...

Thank you.

I taught mechanics at an institute.

It is not a car for this road, it's beautiful.

Always have it open so late?

At my age I do not sleep much.

It is something biological.

Years ago, when I was all done, I lost the time sleeping.

Now I have time, but not in which to spend it.

Seem tired.

I have a room back there with a bed and sheets clean.

Don't cost you a penny, "privacy assured".

Thank you very much, but we had made the

the idea of getting to Las Vegas that same night.

Pay much attention to them.

On the road, you will see two small trees..

If I grab sleep...

Don't stop until you have passed the second!

I have heard it!

That said on?

I think... that type more and more rare!

This very only.

If... you and I both know what that is.

The children of the Sea, we know the world but we live like gypsies.

Although that I didn't care too much, until I met you.

You make me feel good about myself.

Rachel?

Great!

I get romantic, and you will go to sleep..

That you think, Ben?

Ben?

Well, perfect...

We are in the middle of nowhere and I here, talking to himself!

From where the hell came out?

Hey... what's the problem, officer?

But... are you doing?

Charlie.

Charlie!

That believes that this you doing?!

Charlie! Help me!

- are You doing? - Suélteme!

Hey!

No!

Charlie!

Suélteme!

Rachel?

Rachel?!

Because I didn't want us metiésemos in the road?

He said about a few trees?!

I don't believe if you tell them.

- Where is your girlfriend? - I.

- Who? - tell me you?

There are two roads.

One is inside the other...

but you can not see.

But there is!...I've been there.

Where?

On the Highway to Hell.

Highway to hell?!

I do not fuck him!...I am not for jokes!

Well... well....

Tell me where there is a telephone?

You can not call to hell...

you can go up there, but not to call.

- All of them were young and beautiful. (Young disappeared)

Not disappeared, I know where they are... the Sergeant took.

Who is that Sergeant?

It is a demon.

This was Clear.

Beautiful as the moon.

May she rest in peace.

She made me this.

He could turn a piece of junk into a work of art.

This was the lid of a bucket.

50 years ago, we went to Oklahoma.

I was going to las Vegas to seek work in order to get married.

She never came.

In the middle of the night I fall asleep, driving on that damn path.

And Clara died in the accident?

Disappeared, boy.

In all these years I have not lost the hope to find it again.

But you can do something more.

You must stop it before it reaches to City Hell.

Nesecitarás this.

It is not a common weapon and power.

I will give you some cartridges.

I'm sorry not to have more.

And that path to hell... as I come there?

You can get to hell in your car.... but you'll have to get back in this.

It is beautiful!

Already lower the antifreeze, there is too much heat.

Agree.

You'll have to go to the other side at dawn.

And if you don't come back in 24 hours, will still be caught...

in the eternity.

This is all my fault.

She didn't want to go that route.

You'll have to go through the two trees.

Give it a try.

A lot of faith... and so you'll get it.

Good luck...

and good trip.

I forgot!

Boy!

There is something in the car... something special!

Very well.

That's it.

We will, we will... we will.

- Salt of the car... - Where this son of a bitch?!

- Shit!

I have faith.

I have faith.

I have faith.

I have faith!!!!

That year is the car?

Jimmy... forward Jimmy.

That year you said that it was the car.

Forward Jimmy.

Stay there.

LAMENTARAS HAVING GONE OUT OF THE HOUSE

Good Ben

We're not in Kansas.

Who are you? To where it takes me?

Sergeant, what a nice surprise!

If you want I can make an omelette in a hurry?

I understand very well.

I will make an omelet head of wild boar... to see if you like it.

How are you sweetheart... you're hot?

Today is going to make a sun of a thousand demons.

This reminds me of when I was very small.

That day made so much heat, that my parrot shall get stuck to the bars of her cage.

Poor parrot.

It melted.

We had to remove it with a spatula.

I never talk about my third husband?

Found Me in bed with another.

- we Were passing it very well. - I Want coffee please, a lot.

And I said to my husband: "don't worry dear by this type this on my...

nothing happens... is a medical doctor".

- To the edge, to the edge. - Is a joke!...and very funny!

Laugh if it makes you grace!...let's go!...laugh!

- ok - I Want coffee... a little bit of coffee....

Not me you said that you wanted coffee.

Today we have a colombian coffee terrific...

Let me pass.

Sergeant, you know do this?

Has something in the back.

Is mine!, let me pass!...I got it!

Who wants firewood, taking cement?

Please!...as I can't leave.C.?

Not what is....

but this meat is for you!

In case you're a vegetarian?...wait... this has a taste similar...

chicken.

Sergeant... that blonde... that has been...

it has been knocked off a few seconds.

It was running... check back soon!

There!...it was there!

I offered her my best meat and the contempt!

Fucking vegetarian!

Where are you going?

Please... help me... you must help me.

Quiet... do what you do...

with us, you'd run much worse...

Don't move!

To others... where you going to hide?

- BC there is only one output. - please, could you be turned?

I'm really not sure...

that's going to be great fun.

This is my girlfriend.

That

Shame on you!...shame on you!!!

A girl from up there you miss in your own land!

If one day you know... you taparan of shit!

I tell you what I will do.

I'm going to return and I'm not going to say anything that step...

But you will owe me one... understood?

I'll take that for a "yes".

- Son of a bitch! - BC-down, that is a compliment!

Hello.

You are looking for company?

That depends... which is the way more fast to City Hell?

Sex, drugs and rock'n'roll.

I have to get a police officer before it comes to Town Hell.

- The sergeant? - If.

It's not your dream! That's impossible! And please do not catch you!

I arriesgare... has my girlfriend, should I get there...

- Then you need me. - Because?

Is where you have them locked in.

This well... goes up....

I forgot.

You have place for another one?

Enough already!

I'm going to absorb you brains out!

Absórbete yours!

That such a bit of coffee for the road?

That if it is to have a hand, friend!

I have meat first! Special!

It is a rich meat first! Special!

Suéltenme boys... please!... I have to reach the Sergeant.

That passes.C.?

This worm is alive.

And I also.

But it's different... and goes after the Sergeant.

- Of all forms will die soon. - Let me... I have to catch up!!

Please!

- what's your name? - Charlie Sykes.

Charlie Sykes!

Sykes? and you want to catch the sergeant, Charlie?! These crazy!

I like that one, Charlie.

- Because you pursue? - Because it has my girlfriend!

It's okay, Charlie.

You will owe Me one. You're dead or not the next time we see you....I the you must.

Agree?

- agree! - agree?!

Agree.

Release them.

Clear?

Come back!!!

Eat whatever you want!!! It's free!!!

Charlie! Help me!

They do?...imbeciles!

- Shoot Him, Charlie! - I can Not while you're inside!

Rachel!

PHONE FOR EMERGENCY DRIVERS

Hello?

Help on the road, in that problem you have?

I have many....my car loses oil, and does not start.

- seriously? - If.

They could come to help me, please?

Says it has run without oil and not boot...

If.

Best that they are put to walk you idiot, move your legs and get walking!!!!!

Walk!...Walk!

Hey!...that is my car! Hey!

This is my car!

I was not going to do anything bad.

I have a junkyard near here.

I dedicate myself to this.

It has said that its self is not interested to fix it?

If you can take a look, I'd appreciate it.

Not mirare... arreglare.

This car will only give you problems.... want to vendérmelo, friend?

- Not Turn - Up

The can go here... with Adam.

That dog most beautiful you have, lord! How is it called?

Mister Ben. And your Adam, it is not true?

- - I am Charlie. - Enchanted, Charlie.

I'm Beezle.

- Let Adam. - Quiet Ben, stay here sitting.

Forward.

ANARCHY ARMAGEDDON ANNIHILATION

Your car is beautiful Charlie, 50 years ago that I don't see one as well.

You're not so old.

I feel very old, down here we lose the notion of time.

You could speed up a little? I'm quite in a hurry.

I'd love to... but the cops here are pretty hard.

Parla con me.

ANGEL CAIDO

And to combat the cold... there's nothing better than a beer blast Styk

Brewed with the waters most rotten of our river Styks

The beer Styks is 3 times more harmful than the normal beer

The worst beer.

The more disgusting.

The most deadly.

Beer Styks.

And now we return to our contest: "123, vomit again"

Ready, Charlie.

As good as new.

- How much do I owe you? - Not to worry.

That does that matter? I'm going to look for some beers...

Would you like one?

No, thank you.

Thank you, really, but I'm in a hurry.

As you like.

Beezle.

Like you come to Town Hell? - All paths...

carry there, Charlie.

- Hear about the Sergeant? - of Course, tell the collector.

Not because...

but kidnapping my girlfriend.

She is... lady...

Or... went to bed?

Yes, of course.

Wonder... because the Sergeant only wants to beautiful and pristine.

This... well....she is not...

is not a virgin.

We did it in my Ford.

Then, nothing happens.

Good.

Goodbye.

"GOOD INTENTIONS" COMPANY PAVIMENTACION

I slept with the boss of my husband, for promotion pending.

Next.

I just wanted to help him, I thought I would welcome Euthanasia.

Next.

Clear that let her drink the poison, but he had to learn the lesson.

Next.

There is a place for everyone....

Do not leave the row

Please, don't go out of the row

Thank you for your cooperation.

Hello Charlie, hello Ben.

Who are you doing here?

- I'm with you, I want to be your co-pilot - No you can't come with me.

- I can help you to find your girlfriend. - As?

I where is the Sergeant.

Seriously?

This well.

Listen to me...

You're going to be within the auto, agree?

If

Guárdense excuses. I do not care about.

We don't care about

No one cares

If they speak up.

Adam, how is it that those in hell?

- he Was very young, I do not remember. - But if you remember Cleveland.

Adam.

You can trust me.

It happened long ago. My father and I were in the car.

I fall asleep, and when I woke up, the Sergeant was there.

It took them all, least to me.

Even to my dog.

- And because these with Beezle? - I make myself the Sergeant.

And... that is dedicated Beezle?

Fix things and I am teaching the craft.

This is my girlfriend, called Rachel.

It is beautiful! We have to hurry!

Listen, on the find, we're going to hell... you come with us?

- you Want to come with us? - If, Charlie!

- done Deal. - I swear?

For my life.

Let's give him his comeuppance.

That is, Charlie. There.

- Not off of the car. - Of the agreement.

If, say.

No... Capone is not here.

Salt of to.C..

ARRIESGATE TO TOUCH IT

Rachel!

Where have you been Charlie?

- These well? - Not!...don't you see?

Depart.

Care!

Shoot him again!

Damn!

No! Charlie!

Let me go!

Let me go!

- Hi Adam. - Hi Beezle.

- Where have you been? - Walking with Charlie.

But it had a plan to return.

Charlie promised me something. It may do so?

As we will see.

This time you lose something more than oil.

But quiet, under anything.

Cars, people, horse racing.

- is Going to get well? - That depends.

Promise Me that you will not be angry never?

- Me what you promise? - I promise You, Beezle.

Give me your hand.

Calling Idi Amin!, you have a call on the phone target!

Calling Idi Amin!, you have a call on the phone target!

Not here, go!

Long of stinking unclean!

Charlie.

Welcome to the hell again.

Do you like these?

I don't know. Even I do not believe to be alive.

You could have died, lucky that the bullet did not you went through the soul.

You have a big heart. Jimmy.

We go, come with me.

- I'm not Hitler! - That what we hear before affection.

When will verify it, say: "good-bye devil".

And I say: "Bob"

Damn!...never catch you.

You did what you could. Get in the car and back to your home.

There must be a million girls like Rachel.

Not, nor speak. She is unique to me.

Where do you think you're going?

To look for it.

Perhaps you've stopped, or you stopped the car.

Look, I know a shortcut to get to Town Hell.

- Where? - Here near.

The road to "nowhere".

In fact I have 19 years old!, I love listening to Heavy Metal!!

Sit in my room and make you play the guitar

and dancing like a man possessed in his underwear.

Accept it and go to a psychiatrist as I did.

I'm not Hitler! And should not be sitting at a table with the flintstones!!!

Do not support!

- you Have a dryer? - do I Look like a dryer?

And as you dry the hair?

- Charlie! - See colleague!

We are going to look at Rachel.

Adam is staying with me.

Is my apprentice.

Adam, you want a ride?!

- No you said you were going to come with me? - Not I, Charlie.

- swear - I can't go, Charlie.

Good.

As we will see.

Thank you for everything.

Has fear! I've never had fear!

- And to my never send me to the real world. - it is Not healthy to be all day angry..

- do Not care. - of Course I care.

But you always leave me alone, I always do the same thing. I go back to the top.

I long.

The winds of change whisper my name, Beezle!!

These crazy.

Shit!...the hell's angels.

Damn!

PATH TO NOWHERE

Clear. You are Clear.

Sam you still looking for.

- there is a lot of time. - What is.

Don't go that route.

- Because? it is a shortcut. - it Already is.

But if you take it, you'll have to choose.

And if you choose wrong will be lost, Rachel and your.

You want to say?

I had to choose.

It was a girl stupid... and was committed to live my life any other way.

The tempted me, and I accepted

- That step with Sam? - I Thought you didn't need it.

Rachel needs me.

- you May not, Charlie. - you May if.

And it may not.

That you have done?

- As I am glad to see you! - Where is it?

I don't know.

Make me love, Charlie. If you do Sergeant, I don't want to.

Not...

Could not...

Charlie.

Damn.

Make love, Charlie.

- We have to go. - Let's go to bed.

- Rachel. - Let's go to bed.

Wait...

I want to give you the bracelet.

Give me the love.

Rachel.

We should go to.

Now.

I'm going to devour you, sweetheart.

That happens?...

Come here, precious. I love you, Charlie.

Come with mama.

I love you, Charlie.

Come with mommy.

The devil is your friend.

Not, Charlie.

Bitch!

You want to fight?! Come on, fight!

Precious dad!

Charlie, we're going to destroy the bed, I want to be your lover for always!

Sorry, but you were not my type..

Come On, Ben.

Rachel Clark, this could be your life.

Option 1: is Not very good....Barefoot, pregnant and cooking!

But the Option 2: You can have it all, Rachel...

Fame fortune. You give the note!

Think of us and forget about the unfortunate Charlie Sykes.

Back to the car, Ben.

Ben.

Where are you going?

I owe you a Ben. Back to the car!

That right you have to cross?

None. But my girlfriend is inside, and I must save her.

Too late, only the dead may cross.

She is not dead.

Please, I beg you to let me cross.

Rules are made to break them, but...

Once you cross, there is no turning back.

ABANDON ALL HOPE, THE HERE BETWEEN

And that is where you go down.

But remember that evil has many faces, and some of them, very sweet.

Thank you.

Hey you! See here!

Atrápenlo!

SERENE

- Charlie, I thought you had died. - High!

What will you do?

Charlie, ....that has happened to you?

Now there is no time.

Then I will tell you.

These well?

I think you missed this by the way.

Charlie Sykes.

Your name is not on my list.

Do you have any black mark on the soul?

Not what happens, but I've been to Rachel.

My beautiful virgin girl?

Never step back from my.

You heard as it touches?...with my help, would be great.

You can do what you want.

Is Rachel the one who decides.

She is going to return.

It is possible that you do not want.

I want to go back.

Is that one day we will die, but it is still very soon.

We have not yet done anything wrong.

We didn't even have escaped

- that's why I love you, precious mine. - we are Still alive!

- are you sure of that, Charlie Sykes? - Let it, love it!!!

I do not need to Charlie.

Is an idiot, maybe let it go.

No. Let it go she.

And stay with me.

No.

Then, you will have to kill me.

Ever been in love?

I am the darkness incarnate, the prince of princes.

Once rejoice in the light of God's love.

Then you know what we feel.

I know what that feels all the world.

And there is no love.

Only fear.

And vanity,

This well...

Come out...

But only on one condition...

Only a...

Don't look back...

We're going to have fun.

When we are outside, stay by my side, and don't stop running.

Charlie, we will.

- These well? - No te des vuelta!

Don't look back!

- Rachel!...we have company!

Back!

Run Charlie! Fast!

You do not have keys.

- I Will make a bridge. - This car is not normal, wise?

Fast!

Rip off!

To the right!

Right, let's go!

There is No way out! - that is what it seems!...forward!

- But as I'm going to...!? - Trust me!

This will entertain you.

That is what you are doing!?

Care!

Where has gone that?

Adam?!

Beezle?

Hello Charlie. What you have achieved.

You are a worthy opponent, I'm proud of you.

Rachel, now that Charlie found you.

You think you can stay?

You want to say?

Start to run, because the sympathetic Sergeant, is on his way.

We will get to Adam, do not belong to this site.

The do not want to leave.

Adam.

I promised him that I would, Charlie.

And I swear that I would take with me. Do you remember?

Seriously, Charlie?!

I'll go with you.

Adam, I would like you to remain.

No.

Comes with us.

It is true that I don't have my trident, but you know who I am, Charlie.

Don't get me mad.

- But if we just be with the devil! - Is one of my many manifestations.

But you you helped me!... you saved me life!

People, live, die and then come to live in this place.

Where they face different levels of hell.

What you saw is nothing...

only a children's playground.

These times I like, the people no longer have value or hope.

They believe that the world is going to end.

Precious longing.

But the world is even going to last a long, long time.

But your Charlie, you have not lost the value.

You have guts... that's why I appreciate that.

But you can't take Adam.

The is not a toy.

Nor Attila, Napoleon, or Hitler.

Adam will return when I decide it.

Adam wants to go back now.

And I'm going to wear.

What is your plan?

We'll challenge the Sergeant.

If we are out of hell before they catch us... we leave a free.

If not, you can stay with Adam.

- Not... I'm not interested. -> -, And with me.

- That you have said? - And me!

You will fulfill your word?

If.

Done deal.

Met Royce, a disappointment.

It was part of my future plans.

Just as Adam was one of my foster children.

I would like to have a child with Rachel.

That is a child.

But I don't always have what you desire.

There is the exit... if they cross, they are free...

If not... you are mine.

Greets to Sam for my part.

Hey, Charlie.

If you make 4 goals and Roubs, would you give me Rachel and Adam.

Look, if you'd have said the Bills, would have accepted... does not make fact.

Go to hell.

Drive with care!

Beezle.

Royce.

You are making Clear, it's not looking good?

No changing the subject!, you left to escape!

- Not what they will get. - At least let you try it out.

- When I leave to go back to my? - don't give up.

Beezle, you will owe me a chance!

Don't I have helped?! I'm better than those tele-preachers blessed and repressed!

I am your man! I am the best!...the last!

It is not true.

You have been a huge disappointment for me.

- Kill It! - Or speak!

- Return. - I must!

Royce!

I agree. We will have eternity!

No!...eternity lasts too long!

If this guy can back to top... me too!!!

You will owe Me a favor!

Is Royce. I think I detest!

Stop, Charlie!

Stop Charlie!...you are already lost!!!

These lost!!!

These lost!!!

Leave that toy!

You're not going anywhere!

Let go!

- Charlie! - What it is, what it is!

Holding on, Adam, needed a little!

- Shoot Him!, let's go! - give me the gun!

- You gave? - I Believe that if.

- are You doing?! - Not what it is, upload it again!!!!

- Brace to the glasses, Charlie! - That?!

- If you break, you die! - Because it's not what you said before?!

Because now I'm on your side.

- Charge! - there is Only one cartridge!

Give it to me!

Take!

It's on the ground, take it!

- I can't find it! - Look, hurry!

God, dad, help me.

Come On, Rachel!

- This under the seat! - Look For It!

Now or never!

- what are You doing?! - Who will be this??

God dad! We made it!

We made it!

We made it!

Out of the car.

Hands up, fast.

See here!

Now if you're in a problem, kid! That is what has so much grace?

Sorry agent, I can't help it.

Oh no!

- Quíteme the wives, please! - Shut Up!

Please let me case! Is a police officer from hell!

We kill two!

Damn! That kind of policeman would do that??!

Stop right there or I'll shoot!

I found it.

- What you have found. - we did.

ORDER

Charlie and Rachel were married with the blessing of their parents.

His journey through hell, inspired him to Charlie's for the

development of their super-popular video games...

"Hell on wheels", "Dog in hell" and "I Prefer to Live"

Rachel amount the chain of pizzerias "Spicy

the demon" And plays the violin for their parties.

Charlie and Rachel are very happy. But never

passed by the night by a secondary path.

Adam lives with his uncle in Cleveland.

Now you have a dog, but every Tuesday she sends out a postcard to Mister Ben.

Sam is still warning people about the dangers

to go on the highway to hell..

Has not yet lost the hope to see again to Clear.

Ben is now a star of the ads for dog food.

For Beezle...

the game goes on.

(FemaIe soIoist) ♪ Oh, for the wings

♪ For the wings

♪ Of a dove

♪ Far away

♪ Far away wouId I rove...

(Choirboys) ♪ Oh, for the wings

♪ For the wings of a dove

♪ Far away, far away

♪ Far away, far away wouId I rove

♪ In the wiIderness, buiId me a nest

♪ And remain there forever at rest

♪ In the wiIderness, buiId me a nest

♪ BuiId me a nest

♪ And remain there forever at rest

♪ In the wiIderness, buiId me a nest... ♪

Look, there's one.

- HK. It's one I haven't got. - Ain't you tired of that Iark yet?

(Singing continues from inside the church)

"EnthraIIing new adventure of SeIwyn Pike, master sIeuth,

"and his youthfuI assistant, SmiIer."

- Wotcher, chaps! Tea's up! - Joe, any Iuck today?

No, I went for a job in an undertaker's. I didn't get it.

- Come and see the boss at our miIk bar. - I might Iook him up tomorrow.

Load of tripe.

- Found it in the road. - Listen.

"It was the work of a moment for SmiIer to force the window.

"He put one Ieg over and dropped to the floor."

Where'd he Ieave the other?

"Two men Iay in a pooI of bIood at his feet."

Brr. I'm scared.

(AII Iaugh)

"Pike must be informed at once of this grim new deveIopment."

- (Scottish accent) That's my comic! - Get out of it!

Get out of it!

"SmiIer stepped back towards the window but ere he couId reach it,

"the garage door swung open and Larry the BuII Ioomed up before him.

"SmiIer opened his mouth to shout,

"but his cry of desperation was instantIy smothered

"as a Iarge, rough hand cIosed over..."

WeII, where's the rest of it?

What do you mean?

It must have bIowed away.

That's that.

I'II get you another one in the morning. Tuppence, pIease.

Huh, you'II catch me reading that kid's stuff.

Give us the "Trump", pIease.

"'SeIwyn Pike was a fast mover.

"'Eight minutes of breakneck driving brought him to WiImot Road.

"'Just in time.

"'There was the van.

"'SeIwyn Pike was stiII on its taiI when it puIIed up in GranviIIe PIace.

"'It stopped outside number 81 3.

"'Two men jumped from it."'

(Bus conductor) Great Queen Street!

"'Pike watched through narrowed eyes.

"'Yes, there they were.

"'Three wooden crates and the number that SmiIer had impressed upon him:

"'GZ 4216.

"'Pike frowned.

"'Two crates, two dead men. But the third crate?

"'SmiIer! 'By gad', he ejacuIated, 'The fiends!'

"'It seemed onIy too cIear..."'

Mind out, you.

Look where you're going.

Excuse me, sir.

Are you SeIwyn Pike?

No, my name is Higgins, sorry.

Three bodies I teII you! In wooden crates!

You're crackers.

- Scared, are ya? - Who, me?

- Get out of it. - OK, Iet's get on with it.

Agh!

- WeII! - You're hurting me!

- Oh, yes. - Let go, I'II expIain.

You'II expIain to the poIice.

Leave off! Oh!

(Non-native accent) Lies, Iies, Iies.

AII big Iies, I teII you, Inspector. What I want bodies for in my business?

Mr Jago, pIease, I'm checking that number.

Sorry, inspector.

TerribIy sorry.

But what a story.

Wherever I knew such Iies!

You're sure it was GZ 4216?

Sure as I stand here, Inspector. Just Iike in that paper.

Very interesting. You see, there doesn't happen to be a GZ.

See, Inspector? He makes it aII in his head.

Why? He comes to rob my shop.

But I knew it aII the time.

You've got your remedy. I take it you wish to charge this boy.

Yes, I charge him. You wiII send him to prison?

Right, we'II aII three get aIong to Bow Street.

To Bow Street? Me? Now? Why?

- You're the one bringing the charge. - But Inspector, what eIse shaII I bring?

I've toId you aII I know.

- I'm sorry, you've got to come aIong. - Oh, yes, but I can't come now.

I'm waiting for a customer of mine.

He comes at haIf past nine. He's a very big customer.

Look here, Mr Jago.

Either you proceed in the proper manner or you drop the charge.

Yes, pIease, sorry, I haven't understood.

He is a very big customer. He can't find cIose to my shop.

You must understand, Inspector.

WeII, right. WeII...I'II Iet the boy go.

What eIse can I do?

AII right, son.

So sorry, Inspector. I didn't Iike to waste your time.

If onIy it wouId have been tomorrow, I couId have managed.

Sorry.

That was Iucky for you, son. You'd better cut aIong. Where do you work?

- I'm just Iooking for a job. - I see.

WeII, watch your step.

- It was GZ 4216. - Cut it out, son.

Supposing them number pIates was faIse and that bIoke was a crook?

He wouIdn't have sent for me, wouId he?

You ought to Iay off reading those shockers.

I don't think you're reaIIy a bad boy, just a bit imaginative.

- If I put you in the way of a job... - In the CID?

No, Covent Garden.

Do you know NightingaIe's, the fruit and vegetabIe pIace?

- No. - Mr NightingaIe is a friend of mine.

He's on the Iookout for a bright boy Iike you.

Take this aIong to him.

TeII him I sent you.

Detective Inspector Ford.

Send me up some aIIigators too.

What's that?

Yeah, I couId do with a fisherman's daughter.

That's the Iot, unIess you've got some ins and outs in.

Oh, Jim, those tennis baIIs are a bit of a duff Iot. They're frosted.

How's the missus?

Oh, too bad.

TeII her to rub it with turpentine. So Iong.

So you're the young feIIow that sees visions on the streets of London?

(Laughs) What's your name?

- Joe Kirby, sir. - That's right.

Detective Inspector Ford has just been teIIing me about you. Started young, eh?

- Started what, guv'nor? - The heebie-jeebies.

- Now, Iet me give you some advice, Joe. - Yes, sir.

If ever you see a smaII jeIIied eeI in striped pyjamas,

riding a tricycIe up the waII,

knock it off, boy.

Don't ever touch another drop.

- Good strong boy, are you? - I reckon so.

Come here.

Come here, I'm not going to eat you.

Bend it, bend it sIowIy.

Oh, not a bad bit of muscIe there. AII right, Joe, I'II try you out.

30 shiIIings a week, 5am to 1 pm.

And no daydreams in my time.

I wasn't dreaming.

(Laughs)

Tom, this is your new assistant, Joe Kirby.

Show him the ropes.

And if you find any corpses under those spuds, give me a whistIe.

(NightingaIe Iaughs)

(Vendor #1) Ho, razor bIades, ho!

I got ya.

(Vendor #2) AII eIastic, our braces, aII eIastic!

(Vendor #1) Razor bIades, ho!

AII eIastic, our braces, aII eIastic!

- Our eIastic braces! - Razor bIades!

(Vendor 2 Iaughs)

(GeneraI Iaughter)

(Train whistIes past)

(Mr Kirby) What does he get, young Johnson? Two quid a week?

Don't know how he does it. I couIdn't afford to pIay around with girIs at his age.

- Now what's his nibs up to? - Just practising, Dad.

- I've got a job. - A job, have you?

I hope it's a good steady one this time.

- That's mine. - I eat the crusts. I'm sIimming.

I toId you not to start a new Ioaf before you finish the oId.

TeII us, how much are you getting?

- I'm getting 30 bob a week. - Money isn't everything my Iad.

What's the prospects?

I wouIdn't be surprised if I wasn't given a very important job to do pretty soon.

- In the government? - In the CID, if you must know.

Never mind about the job you're going to get.

- What about the job you've got? - It's in Covent Garden.

I was recommended by a detective inspector.

I've got to carry ten baskets on me 'ead.

WeII, it's not what I'd caII a reaI safe job,

but some of these porters earn good money.

Dad, you know about car numbers?

I'II have a word with Ted WiIIiams. His son works in the market.

- Why ain't there no cars with GZ? - I didn't know there wasn't.

It's flowers he goes in for. SeasonaI stuff.

White carnations wouId go weII with my new dance dress.

Joe, try and get us a coupIe.

White carnations. I've got more important things to worry about.

Like joining the CID?

Some peopIe ain't got the imagination.

I done a bit of good for that detective inspector.

Kept me eyes open and what with this crime wave, I wouIdn't be surprised...

You've got a bit of sausage on your chin.

(Crashing)

(Mimics bombs dropping and expIoding)

(Mimics machine-gun fire)

(Continues to mimic firing weapons)

Joe!

Seen any of the others yet?

No, why?

Roy EIIis ain't haIf been spinning a yarn.

- I shouId worry. - He says they fetched a cop aIong to you.

Detective Inspector.

Detective Inspector! Coo, what happened?

Nothing much, 'cept he gave me a job.

(Mimics bomb bIasts and gunfire)

(Crashing sounds and chiIdren pIaying)

Wotcher, Dicky.

Look who's waIked in.

(Coughing)

(Roy) Found them bodies yet, Joe?

(Loud chattering)

(♪ Tune of "Ten Green BottIes") ♪ Three dead corpses rotting in a box ♪

- You shouId have your brains tested. - (Boys) ♪ ...rotting in a box

♪ And if one dead corpse shouId accidentaIIy rot

♪ There'II be two dead corpses rotting in a box

♪ Two dead corpses rotting in a box

♪ Two dead corpses rotting in a box... ♪

(Roy) Never mind. I bet you gave them cops the best Iaugh they've had for years!

I've got two more sets compIete, Joe.

(Roy) Don't taIk to him about car numbers.

- I've got aII the Xs and Gs. - You ain't got GZ, Arthur, I know that.

- I have. - You can't have, there ain't one.

Let's see it.

Where?

There. GZ 4216.

I got it this morning.

GZ 4216!

(Boy mimics cockereI crowing)

You give it back!

(SquabbIing)

Shut up aII of ya!

Where d'you see it?

On my way to work, coming out of the garage.

Why, what's up?

A garage.

It aII fits.

It aII fits! The van in the story came out of a garage. They transferred the bodies.

There wasn't any bodies. you saw that.

- Might mean something eIse, though. - What do you mean?

That's right, don't you see? It's sort of a code.

I bet them furs was stoIen.

No, I thought of that.

It can't be. That bIoke wouIdn't have dared send for the poIice.

- Why not? - (BIeats)

- You pipe down. - Pipe down yourseIf. Go on, CIarry.

He took a chance the cops wouIdn't beIieve Joe.

Now if he goes to 'em again they'II just Iaugh.

- He's a crook that bIoke in the shop! - Course he's a crook.

Crooks with a code in a kids' paper(!) What for anyway?

To get their orders from the boss, Iike in the stories.

Why don't the boss just teII 'em?

Because he doesn't want them to know who he is.

Yes.

Who is he, then? FeIIer that owns the paper?

Might be, or the bIoke that writes them stories.

FeIix H WiIkinson.

Why not Bing Crosby?

FeIix H WiIkinson.

Yeah.

I wonder if he's in the teIephone book.

There he is. F H WiIkinson.

Come on.

(Loud whirring)

(Man's voice echoes) Your fate is in my hands.

(SIow Iaughter)

Nothing can save you now.

Nothing.

You're aII aIone and I have a siIencer on this gun.

You've onIy got five seconds to Iive...

(Dictaphone) 'the pistoI barked. A spurt of yeIIow flame.

'Pike's nostriIs were assaiIed by the famiIiar smeII, er...

'Correction, aroma.'

Who are you? What are you doing here?

We... We thought we was going to be murdered.

The door was open.

Oh!

What a jape, eh?

No, I Ieft the door open for Otto, my cat

And that's Dick. Dick the Dictaphone.

(ChuckIes)

WeII, Iook, come in, come in and sit down.

Just one moment.

There you are.

WeII, what...what can I do for you?

WeII, sir, we've been reading that story of yours

about "Mr Pike And The ScarIet Death".

Ah!

My pubIic.

Him being tied to that circuIar saw and the poison gas seeping in...

Five more days to find out if he gets away...

...SmiIer when they drop that bIack widow spider in the crate...

- We was thinking, Mr WiIkinson... - You might...

TeII us.

Thank you a thousand times.

This is reaIIy the most scrumptious compIiment I've ever been paid.

- You wiII? - Of course, by aII means.

One moment though, I...think this caIIs for a IittIe Iiquid refreshment, eh?

(ChuckIes)

What's he going to give us? I don't know.

Sip it carefuI.

- Hey, AIec! - What?

- This. "A Study Of Codes And Ciphers". - Look out!

(ChuckIes)

Ginger pop.

Come aIong now, feIIows, heIp yourseIves.

No, no, no. Not that one!

Mine has, er...gin in it.

Bung ho!

Mmm! Yum, yum, yum.

And now for the answer to your touching request.

"SeIwyn Pike And The ScarIet Death."

InstaIment number four.

'Crack!

'The sound of the pistoI shot echoed and reverberated

'through the sepuIchraI darkness of the IoneIy miII.

'SeIwyn Pike, his neck a bare six inches from the crueI bIades of the whirIing saw,

'was aware that something akin to a miracIe had occurred.

'He had toId nobody of his pIan to visit Zanzibar Street.'

- Where? - What?

What is the matter?

The miII where Mr Pike went was in Lambeth Road.

- I never use reaI streets in my stories! - It says Lambeth Road in here.

What?

Oh, crumbs. What a frightening picture.

So that's what SeIwyn Pike Iooks Iike.

I say, a bit of a bounder, I'm afraid.

Not at aII as I imagined him.

But ain't you never seen this here paper before?

Gracious me, no.

I create these stories.

Why bIess my souI, you boys are perfectIy right.

It is Lambeth Road!

Now, what on earth induced them to change that?

- Wait. - Oh!

- And here's a spIit infinitive. - (Joe) Mr WiIkinson...

- And aII appearing under my name. - Mr WiIkinson.

We reckon it's used as a code by crooks.

I'II never Iive it... What?

Crooks?

My stories?

That there van.

I've seen it in Great Queen Street, unIoading three crates.

Another boy saw it too!

Here's the addresses.

By the Lord Harry!

Do you mean my stories have been distorted by some...

- Master criminaI. - ExactIy.

Some master criminaI,

as a means of sending instructions to his, er...minions?

Without betraying his own identity.

(Sighs)

Stupendous.

Just Iike Captain X in "SeIwyn Pike And The Footprints On The CeiIing".

He used the agony coIumn in the "Morning Gazette".

My story.

Let me see that.

"GranviIIe PIace, Great Queen Street, WiImot Road, Woburn Avenue."

1 from 4 Ieaves 3, and 16 and 14...

Ah!

Ah-ha!

Got something, have you?

Yes.

- What is it? - The key.

The key to your precious code, the "London PostaI Guide".

GranviIIe PIace, turn ten pages

and the corresponding position is Great Queen Street!

Just as I thought, with two, three, four added.

- How do you work that out? - WeII may you ask.

The scoundreIs have purIoined the code I invented

for "The Case Of The Limping SkeIeton", the chiId of this brain!

- Who's going to teII the poIice? - The poIice?

(Joe) Yeah, the cops.

- TeII the poIice! - (Joe) What's the matter?

Huh.

WeII...

This is a big powerfuI gang we've stumbIed on!

They wouId never show a shred of mercy on anyone who...peached on them.

- But if they aII get arrested - Some may get away.

And they'II be sure to avenge their comrades, ruffians of that breed,

Iike the survivors in "The Case Of The Crowded Coffins".

They reappeared IiteraIIy from the grave,

to cut the throat of poor oId SiIas CobIeigh.

- (Joe) See here, Mr WiIkinson... - And remember

Remember what happened to Nicky the Nark in "The Case Of The Creeping Death".

Yeah, but those sort of things onIy happen in stories.

Are you suggesting that stories can never come to Iife?

Look, don't be rash, boys.

Leave me out of it, I impIore you. Leave me out of it.

I want no part of it at aII!

Ah.

Otto.

Come...Otto.

Boys.

Don't forget Nicky the Nark.

(Church beIIs toII)

Morning, Harry. Nice weather.

Wotcher, mind your backs pIease! Yoi-yoi!

Yoi-yoi!

Oi-oi!

Mind your backs, pIease.

Oi-oi.

(NightingaIe) Joe!

I've just been teIIing the inspector about your Iatest findings

and, er...he'd Iike to have a word with you.

What's the idea, son?

I thought I'd done you a good turn.

You have too.

Then why do you keep on wasting my time?

AII this nonsense about crooks and codes.

But it ain't nonsense, Inspector.

There's a racket being worked. Here's the codes they're using.

Check that out with the "London PostaI Guide"

and have a Iook at this story too.

Did you make this code up?

- Me? No, course I didn't. - Who did?

Who made up this code?

- It was in a story in the "Trump". - I thought so.

- I've just about had enough of this. - I ain't sprucing!

It was in "The Case Of The Limping SkeIeton"

Cut it out!

I've been very patient with you,

but you're going to get into serious troubIe.

The next time I come here it won't be simpIy to warn you.

You beIieve me don't you, guv?

Yeah.

Sure, Joe. Sure.

I beIieve you.

I even beIieve in Santa CIaus.

(Laughs)

Can I carry your bag, Miss Davis?

No thank you, Norman, dear.

Do you work on the "Trump", mate?

- Do you work on the "Trump", mate? - Yeah, why?

Have you got a date with her or something?

No, sometimes we go the same way, see.

Why? What do you want?

- A peek at next week's story in advance. - You ain't asking much.

Wait tiII you've heard what I know.

(Train whistIe)

I reckon Joe ought to have his head examined,

bIowing the gaff to some CamberweII kid.

And bringing him aIong here.

How eIse couId we find who's changing the stories?

We'd be proper stuck.

For aII we know, that kid's in the racket hisseIf.

Joe says he's aII right.

Did I ask you? We don't want you.

- Who said so? - I said so!

(Mimics seaguII cries)

Here they come.

(Chattering)

BIimey, dapper IittIe beggar, ain't he?

(Puts on posh accent) I say, what a shocking pIace to bring a feIIow to!

Turn it up, Roy. This is him, feIIers. Norman PeIIey.

Come on.

Who's the crook on your paper?

Be nice to know, wouIdn't it?

There's no one at the office aItering them stories.

I made sure. And it can't be the comps.

- That means the printers. - And Joe said it couIdn't be WiIkinson.

- Now who are we Ieft with? - It doesn't matter about that now.

We've got next week's paper.

- He gave it to me. - In code?

- We worked it out. - Is there a job?

Them crooks are going to bust into Ritchie's.

In the West End?

What, that big pIace in Oxford Street?

(Excited shouting)

That's it. Ritchie's, the big department store in Oxford Circus.

- Get out! - How does the next bit start?

- Buzz off, this ain't no reading circIe. - Get on with it, then.

There's Tattoo Jack and his gang

and they're going to break in, eight o'cIock tomorrow night.

Thanks to Norman, we've got haIf a day's start to pIan.

They won't get a dekko at this untiI tomorrow morning.

Boxing.

(Reads sIowIy, Iike a chiId) "It was apparent to SmiIer

"that he had been...misIed

"for...the newcomer...was...Tattoo Jack!"

Right.

That's aII we want to know. Tattoo Jack is doing the job this week.

Working tonight, dear?

- No, not me. Tattoo Jack. - Good, we can go to the pictures.

OK, boys.

We're running tonight.

- Why? Who's doing the job? - Tattoo Jack.

Must be something speciaI.

(Phone rings)

Detective Sergeant FothergiII.

Who?

I see.

Carry on.

MacIean.

This evening?

Do you mean Ritchie's at Oxford Circus?

Yes.

Yes, thanks for the tip. We'II foIIow that up.

- WaIIis, Meadows. - Sergeant?

Anonymous tip-off, for what it's worth.

- PossibIe job at Ritchie's. - Do you want us to go?

Yes, I'II come with you. Eight o'cIock.

- Any idea who? - Bunch of kids, so the nark said.

- Detective Sergeant FothergiII. - OK, sir.

(CIocks chime)

'Six stone, two pounds.'

(CIock chimes)

'17 stone, 4 pounds.'

(CIattering)

(Grunting)

(GeneraI cries of panic)

'30 stone, 5 pounds.'

(Boys shout and cIamour)

'40 stone.'

(Running out of power) '40...stone.'

'...40...stone.'

(CIamouring continues)

- Come 'ere! - Dicky, heIp me!

(Dicky) I've got him!

(Boy) Oi! Come on!

(CIamouring continues)

Keep hoId of him!

(CIarry) In here!

'Ere, get off me!

Get him, Joe!

Let me go! Ow!

Lay off! Stop it!

(Shouting continues)

Get hoId of him!

That net there! Come on.

Joe, get him on the floor.

(Scream)

Oi, get down!

(Shouting continues)

(Shouting) Let me out of here, pIease!

HeIp, heIp!

HeIp!

(WhistIe bIows)

- What's up? - Kids!

Big kids, IittIe kids, tough kids, thousands of them aII over the pIace!

(Confused shouting)

- (AIec) Let me go! - (PoIiceman) Hey!

What's going on here?

Here y'are, we caught the Iot.

- PhiIIips! - Sergeant FothergiII!

Don't stand there gaping, man! Get us out of this!

Beat it, beat it!

Beat it, out that way!

(Night watchman whistIing)

Come here!

- (PoIiceman) Right, Sergeant. - We've got them trapped!

For Pete's sake, get me out of this!

(Night watchman's whistIe continues)

We're done for.

Oi, come 'ere, quick!

- Give us heIp. Anybody got a torch? - I've got one, Roy.

(Hurried whispers)

Last one put the Iid back.

(Echoed mutterings)

(Roy) Get down there before the cops come!

- Come on! - Get down there!

- Coo, don't it pong. - What do you expect in a sewer? VioIets?

This is where my dad works.

Where do we go from here?

Where do you want to go? PiccadiIIy? Strand?

They run just Iike the streets.

WeII, come on.

(Echoed chatter)

They can't have got out this way. They must be somewhere.

Might have doubIed back inside, sir.

Take a Iook round the basement. I'II try the furnace room.

Get on the bIower and warn the patroI car to keep a Iookout.

You come with me.

- (Shouts) Here it is! - (Boys) Hurray!

(Joe) Good oId Roy!

(Excited shouting)

(Grunts)

- What's up? - It's stiff.

(Both grunt)

(Panting)

It's no use.

We'd better find another one.

It's aII right, AIec.

We'II get out, won't we Joe?

What?

Oh, sure.

Come on.

I can't go on, I can't go on, I can't!

- It won't be for Iong, AIec. - I can't!

I can't, I can't!

(Crying) I can't, I can't!

(Chatter)

Shut up, aII of you!

(Shouting dies down)

- Let's have a go at it. - It's no use.

(Radio) 'FY caIIing 12A.

'Oxford Circus, vicinity of Ritchie's.

'Number of boys seen '

Cor, fresh air.

My mum didn't haIf go off the deep end.

I toId my oId man I rescued a kid from the canaI.

- Did he beIieve you? - Dunno. He cIouted me.

They can't send me to borstaI, I'm too young.

Oh, shut up. Nobody is going to borstaI.

Break into a West End store, beat up the watchman,

tie down the cops and expect to get away with it?

- Don't make me Iaugh. - How're they going to know?

Don't take any notice, Joe.

Them coppers wasn't after us, they was after the crooks.

- Then why didn't the crooks turn up? - Joe!

Joe!

There's a coupIe of coppers standing round by the ruins.

I did, I see 'em!

What did I teII you? Come on, I'm getting out of here quick.

Where's that water?

- You going, Roy? Where you going? - Any pIace'd be heaIthier than here.

- Why don't they come here and get us, eh? - Figure that out for yourseIf.

That CamberweII paI of yours is a nark.

- He knows about the ruins, don't he? - The dirty IittIe rat.

- What are we going to do? - (Mimics CIarry) What are we going to do?

If we couId find them crooks...

Or maybe we ought to go to the poIice.

Shove it down there, Dicky.

- Out of the way. - Who you shoving?

Take your fancy ideas somewhere eIse.

(Shouting and cIamouring)

(CIarry) Hit him!

Come on, Joe!

Hit him, Joe!

Dicky, you bring that bowI back, this minute.

Go on, bash him, bash him!

BIimey, Iook who's here!

Norman the nark!

(Norman) Joe!

Hey, feIIers, turn it up!

Joe!

- Norman! What's up? - I've got a cIue. I've seen WiIkinson.

- You have? - Yeah.

- My boss wanted the story earIy. - Did you get it?

- Lap it up. - No.

WiIkinson says he posted it Iast night, he aIways puts it in the post on Sundays.

- (Joe) So what? - We don't ever get it before Tuesday.

- Are you sure of that, Norman? - Course.

Miss Davis opens it and I take it to the oId man.

- Miss Davis. Does she open aII Ietters? - Yes, but she's aII right.

- Not so fast... - It can't be her.

- Is she good-Iooking? - She's a smasher.

'Ere, come off it. What's the idea?

- I swear... - How do you reckon she works it?

Supposing she puts the story in her pocket first thing Monday.

She can take it home, muck it about and send it back by Iast post.

I'II bet ya that's it!

- That dirty, doubIe crossing... - Now we've got to get some evidence.

He's off again.

It's our big chance, AIec.

If we can find them crooks, we don't have to worry.

- Where does this bird Iive, Norman? - Hampstead way somewhere.

- I'II try and find out. - Might make her suspicious.

- We'II traiI her. - Six o'cIock tomorrow.

- Yeah. - Biggest Ioad of buII I've ever heard.

Poor oId Roy.

He don't finish work untiI seven.

- Coming on my bus, Miss Davis? - Yes, Norman, I am tonight.

Hurry aIong, hurry aIong, pIease! One more onIy.

Oh no, you go, Norman. You've got further to go than me.

- What did you do that for? - Where's she gone?

- We've Iost her now. - I couIdn't heIp it.

- That's a fine thing! - Let's get off.

It's no use yeIping, get off quick.

(Shouting)

- Look out! - Watch out!

(Joe) Across the road, feIIers, hurry up!

There she is.

(Joe) Taxi!

Taxi! Taxi, oi!

Taxi!

Hey, taxi!

(Joe) Taxi!

- Taxi! - Taxi!

Taxi!

That's torn it.

- No it hasn't, we'II take a bus. - Where to, you siIIy IittIe shrimp?

Number 31 , Moyne Road.

That's where the Iady toId the driver.

I was hoIding the taxi door.

Cor!

Good oId AIec!

Come on!

Shh!

(Whispers) Go on, AIec.

What do you want here?

Can you spare something for the choir outing?

What choir?

St Mark's, Miss.

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

I don't know.

I expect you've seen me in church.

(Tapping of typewriter keys)

Ah yes, that must be it. Come aIong in, dear. I'II get my bag.

I want to teII you about the outing.

- You shaII. Come aIong. - No, I'II stop here.

Oh no you won't.

This was the one they use.

- We've got her. - Look out!

I get it.

I thought as much.

We'II see what the poIice have to say.

- (Joe) Good oId Dicky! - (CIarry) Round the chair, Dicky!

I'II break your necks!

Lay off, wiII you? Cut it out!

You'II get five years and the cat!

Take your fiIthy paws off me.

(Miss Davis) WeII, what happens now?

What now, Joe?

Don't you think you're going to get away with this.

(WhistIes)

What's happened?

We've tied her up.

What?

Here, quick. Have a Iook at this.

Was them stories done on the same machine?

I don't know.

Supposing she's seen me with you.

- What am I going to say to her? - She won't be there.

- You can taIk, I've got a job to Iose. - What's that bird's name?

Her? Rhona Davis.

Why is this addressed to Miss Rhona Watson?

Why don't she use her right name at your office?

I'm going to ring my boss and teII him we're reaIIy on to something.

- That's right, come on! - Dicky, AIec, watch her, make her taIk!

You get back on guard!

Do we go back in there?

You heard what he said.

We've got to make her taIk.

CouIdn't we tickIe her?

Don't taIk siIIy.

But it worked fine in "The Case Of The Cross-Eyed Chinaman".

No guv, I'm in a caII box.

SpeedweII 9446, it's about two minutes from her pIace.

I'm going to ring up Inspector Ford. Stop where you are and I'II caII you back.

They'II be OK. You stick where you are and don't Ieave that box.

Good Iad.

HeIIo.

HeIIo, Exchange.

HeIIo?

You're going to taIk if I stay here aII night!

Who's your boss?

(Sighs)

I'II scar you for Iife!

Oh, why don't you go home to Mother?

And you too, you siIIy IittIe squirt.

I don't know, it made OId Ming Po taIk aII right.

Go off to your paIs. They knew what was good for them.

They Ieft you to carry the can.

I wouIdn't Iike to be in your shoes when my paIs turn up.

AIec, come here.

They won't be Iong now, I'm expecting them any minute.

Water torture.

Then you'II know what it means to be tough.

(Sneers)

(Screams)

(Screaming) Get it away!

- Stop it. - Take it away!

- Do you want to taIk? - Yes, yes!

(Stops screaming)

- OK, who runs your racket? - It's...

(Man) DonaId Duck.

- You there, undo those cords. - Yes, sir.

Get a move on.

Hurry, hurry, come on.

Got him!

- Joe, Joe! - What's happened?

- A bIoke turned up. - One of the crooks.

I knocked him coId. Dicky's tied him up.

LoveIy grub. That'II show Ford.

- NightingaIe is trying to contact him. - We're not going to wait now, are we?

WeII, I don't know He toId me not to move.

You gave him the address, he'II find his way aII right, come on!

(Car revving)

Look!

Oh, they've got Dicky!

We'II never see him again, I know we won't.

He might have run for it.

We never ought to have Ieft him.

They'II find him in the river.

Nark it, can't ya?

Get a move on!

Who's going to teII her?

Joe, I suppose.

You don't think it's a woman's job?

- She don't Iike me. - She hates me.

Hey, Joe!

Dicky!

I got in the back of their car!

They're packing up, getting aII their stuff out of London.

- We thought you were dead. - Pipe down.

King's Cross, that's where they went.

The bIoke I tied up's gone to GIasgow.

Where've they got the stuff?

I know where they're shifting it. BaIIard's Wharf.

Cor, if you'd have seen me crouching there beside them...

(Dicky's mother) Here, what's aII this? I might have known it.

You ought to be ashamed of yourseIf hanging round the streets!

Grr, the oId mare!

Don't bother about her.

BaIIard's Wharf.

How many crooks' names do you remember out of the "Trump"?

Forget the "Trump".

- What's Ford going to do? - I've got a big idea.

- Again? - Give him a chance, Norman.

Larry the BuII and SIimy Sam.

HoIy Noakes and Chopper WiIson that used to bump off bIondes.

Come on, Norman.

PopIar Pete.

He tried to chuck SeIwyn Pike into a bath of acid.

What is this idea?

Benjamin CutIer, Eddie The Moose and Smoky Andrews.

He tried to pIug SmiIey with a poisoned dart in "Death Comes At Midnight".

Smoky Andrews.

Ford wiII have to beIieve us if we round up this Iot.

Us round 'em up?

Us and a Iot of others.

Listen, the heads know the game's up, see. But the other bIokes don't.

They'II be Iooking in their "Trump" next week.

For their orders.

That's it.

Listen, couId you pinch WiIkinson's story out of the post tomorrow?

- Same as Rhona used to? - I suppose I can, but...

You've got nothing to worry about.

There'II be another story aIong at your office.

- Are you going to write it? - Me?

No.

No, I won't do it.

It's asking too much.

I won't even consider it.

Then I'II have to Iet them crooks know you put us on to their code.

- (Whimpers) This is bIackmaiI. - That's right.

But if you write the story the way I've asked, no one wouId even know.

Such base ingratitude.

Larry the BuII, SIimy Sam, Chopper Do you want them aII incIuded?

Yes, and don't forget the password, "SeaguII".

- When do you want this done? - First thing.

I've never written a story of this Iength in under two days!

You'II have to bust your record.

Remember what happened to Nicky the Nark.

It'II mean missing aII my sIeep.

But aII of it.

Oh, how I Ioathe adventurous-minded boys.

Guv'nor, what happened?

Did he create? There was a bIoke, came and rescued 'em. If you'd...

Give us a chance. Do you mean Iast night?

Yes. Inspector Ford. Was he wiId when he found them gone?

- He was Joe, pretty wiId. - He's going to be thanking us.

- I think we are on to the boss. - You're onto the boss of the gang?

I reckon he got the others out.

I don't know 'is name yet, but I've got the number of his car, EMU 20.

Carry on, this is interesting.

I know where he's putting that stuff he pinched.

- How? - A paI of mine.

- Not bad, eh? - Very smart.

I don't know if you'II be abIe to get on to Inspector Ford again.

- He won't beIieve it? - After Iast night, of course.

- He wiII once we round up the gang. - What have you got in mind?

The boss is moving his swag to BaIIard's Wharf,

so we're having a speciaI story in the "Trump",

teIIing the others to pinch it.

And you catch them red-handed?

That's the idea. Making a reaI big do of it, Saturday afternoon.

- Reckon it'II work? - I'm sure it'II work.

I'm sure it'II work a treat.

- The BattIe of BaIIard's Wharf. - Yeah.

(Both Iaugh)

(NightingaIe Iaughs manicaIIy)

(Car door sIams)

Guv!

(Car revs)

Guv'nor!

Guv!

(Miss Davis) "Never had there been such an assembIy of desperados

"as met on the Saturday afternoon."

(NightingaIe Iaughs)

"Thieves, kidnappers, stick-up men, bIackmaiIers, buIIies, murderers..."

(NightingaIe continues to Iaugh)

"...aII Iistened eagerIy, their viIIainous faces agIow,

"as Larry the BuII outIined his eviI pIan."

(Laughs wiIdIy)

"'That kid, SmiIer,' announced Larry with a triumphant grin,

"'has pIayed right into our hands. He's Ied us aII unwitting to the pIunder.

"'Let us hie forthwith to number 401 , Crampton Street..."'

What? Let me see that.

- Why, what's the matter? - Those IittIe...

That's the code for my pIace, not BaIIard's Wharf. They've found out.

- What? - Heavens, don't be so dumb.

That I never shifted the stuff to the wharf.

They're sending aII our chaps to my warehouse.

- What wiII you do? What about me? - Oh.

(UnsettIing music)

(Music fades out)

Working overtime eh, Joe?

Where are the others?

Your paIs.

No use you hoIding out.

I've just been reading my "Trump".

Where are they, Joe?

BaIIard's Wharf.

Now, now. What's the good of you teIIing me Iies?

I know you've changed the story.

They're at BaIIard's Wharf.

- For the Iast time... - I'm teIIing you, at BaIIard's Wharf.

To catch them with the stuff, we toId them to fetch it and take it there.

I see.

WeII, I didn't get that far in the story.

So, you and I are aII aIone, eh?

That's fine.

- You've taken a tip from me, eh? - I have?

Sure. I put a phony story in the "Trump" to catch you, didn't I?

Sent you to Ritchie's, but you were too smart for me

and now I've been too smart for you.

Wise move of mine, getting you working here.

See, Joe, after that business at Jago's, I had to keep a speciaI eye on you.

Pick up them oranges. Mustn't have the pIace Iooking untidy.

We're expecting visitors.

(ChuckIes)

It's going to be quite an occasion.

Their first meeting with the big shot.

What time are they invited for?

They'II be here any minute now.

I stayed behind to open up.

How were you to account for your presence?

That was the idea of putting a password in the story.

They'd wear me aII right once I'd give that.

Yes, of course, the password. I was forgetting.

What made you pick on that particuIar word?

Seemed Iike a good sort of signaI.

There's one of our bIokes, he can make a noise...

What particuIar word?

The password.

Cor, bIimey, I was forgetting.

You didn't get that far into the story.

Oh! Let me go!

Oh, you're hurting me!

You'II not get it out of me.

You didn't know the password, did you?

- You brute, you! - Hah!

(Laughs)

(Continues to Iaugh)

Who are you?

I'm the boss.

(Grunts)

Who are you?

SeaguII.

Now that's more Iike it.

- Young SmiIer, eh? - That's right, mate.

- So he's the boss of this pIace. - Seems Iike it.

I was sent to open up and he copped me.

Tie him and gag him, Larry. Get on with the Ioading.

I'II keep watch.

Any sign of danger and I'II stroII by whistIing "The Lambeth WaIk".

Pass it on to the others.

(Phone rings)

Operation SeaguII.

(Mimics seaguII)

(SeaguII caIIs continue)

Operation SeaguII.

OK.

It's worked, come on!

(BicycIe beIIs tinkIe)

Yeah, I've just got time.

Come on feIIers, it's time!

Come on, get going!

(BicycIe beIIs tinkIe continuousIy)

She won't take it, Larry.

What's that?

Kids.

Oh.

(American Indian war cry)

Come on!

(Shouting)

...and showery in the north of EngIand and ScotIand.

Here's a Iate item of news, just come in.

Urgent, aII boys wanting a big adventure,

go immediateIy to BaIIard's Wharf, ShadweII...

And make it snappy.

Keep it up, boys!

Keep it up!

Ugh!

(AnimaI cry)

Ugh!

(Gasps for breath)

(Shouting) Get a Ioad of this!

(AII shouting)

(Boys continue shouting)

(Mimics battIe noises)

(Tyres screech)

Get 'em off me! AII of 'em, get 'em off me!

(CIarry gasps)

(Groans)

(Boys shout)

I've got him!

- Bash him! - PuII his hair!

(CIarry) Kick 'em!

(Groans)

- (Boy) Oh, you coward! - (Man) Do the Iot of 'em!

(Car door sIams)

Stop that van!

(Shouting)

(BicycIe beIIs tinkIe)

(Shouting continues)

(BicycIe beIIs tinkIe)

(Tyres screech)

(Tyres screech again)

(Distant shouting)

(Sighs)

(Grunts)

(Shouts) NightingaIe!

(NightingaIe Iaughs)

(Joe screams)

No you don't, my boy.

(Joe cries out)

Come here, my boy!

(Joe cries out)

(Joe screams)

(NightingaIe) Oh!

(Grunts IoudIy)

(Air escaping)

(Boys' shouts approach)

(Whooping)

(AII shouting) WeII done, Joe!

(Shouting fades away)

(Choirboys) ♪ Oh, for the wings, for the wings of a dove

♪ In the wiIderness, buiId me a nest

♪ And remain there forever

♪ Oh, for a dove ♪