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[Enchanting dramatic music]

[Thoughtful orchestral music]

[Bell tolling]

[Patrons murmuring]

Thanks.
Have one yourself, Brown.

No thanks, Mr. Hunter,
I got one over there.

- Two pints, Peter.
- Right-o.

- Nice chap, that Brown.
- Useful, too.

Wends me occasional
bottle of scotch.

- Been here long?
- About two years.

Comes from somewhere
up north, I believe.

Where you been, Tom? I haven't
seen you for a couple of days.

I've been busy.

The governor like to buy a brace
of pheasants, do you think?

- I should think so.
- Right.

- I'll bring 'em around later.
- You've been busy in land, eh?

Well, I didn't exactly
get 'em out of the sea.

[Laughing]

- [Seagulls crying]
- [Bell tolling]

[Patrons murmuring]

Half a bitter, please.

MAN: What's the matter, Brown?
You look as if you've seen a ghost.

Do I?

[Pensive music]

Hello, Burdon.

My name's Brown.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

How stupid of me.

We must be careful
what we say, musn't we?

You remember me,
don't you?

Newman.
Corporal Newman.

I've just been demobbed.

Where can we have
a quiet chat?

All right, come on.

Hmm.

Nice little place
you got here, Burdon.

Better than
the glasshouse, eh?

Well, what do you
intend to do?

Well,
I might do nothing.

It all depends.

What made you
desert, Burdon?

If you'd hung on a bit longer,
you'd have been out now.

I had my reasons...

- very good reasons.
- Oh, so had thousands of others.

And look at them today,
on the run,

all of 'em...

like you.

You ever thought
of giving yourself up?

What for?

No, the war cost me
everything I ever had, Newman.

It they want me
they gotta catch me.

They talked about clemency
some time ago, didn't they?

They made a deadline for us
to give ourselves up.

Well, I know a man
who fell for that.

And what did he get?

Two years hard labor
in the detention barracks

and his sentence reviewed
every three months.

Does that make you want
to give yourself up?

Oh, this was a man
with a wife and two kids

and three years overseas
service to his credit.

No, I've done my share,
nearly four years of it.

The War's over now.
I just wanna be left alone.

Well.

If that's
how you feel...

what's it worth
to ya?

What's it worth to me?

Now let's get this
straight, Burdon.

You're nicely
fixed up here.

And it's ten thousand to one
against anyone else from our lot

ever coming within
a hundred miles of the place.

They're mostly
from the north, anyway.

So there's no reason
why you shouldn't go on

in peace and quiet
indefinitely.

That is,
if you're sensible.

Peace and quiet?
[Scoffs]

You don't really
think that, do you?

- Why not?
- Why not?

I'll tell you why not.

Phony identity card,
phony ration book,

five pounds to a man up north
every time there's a new issue.

- Always on edge--
- But you still prefer it

to the glasshouse,
don't ya?

Now listen, Burdon,
we've all got our troubles.

Take me.

Before the War
I was down in the mines.

Though I've no intention
of ever going back.

I've been too long above
ground now and I-- like it.

The only other trade
I know is killing,

and that's gone
out of fashion.

Besides, I'm sick
and tired of the army.

I want
a bit of freedom.

But, like you,
I've got to earn money.

So 'til something
better comes along

I've taken a job
at the local manor.

My sister's married
to one of the gamekeepers

and he's fixed me up
as a sort of general man.

But the money's bad...

and that's
where you come in...

to help me out.

I'll settle for...

- 20 pounds down, and two pound a week.
- Blackmail.

Call it what you like,
but that's how it is.

How much do you think
I earn, for heaven's sake?

I don't know
and I don't care.

Well, I haven't got
20 pounds to start with.

Then find it.

You can
if you want to.

And if you don't...

- I'll turn you in.
- [Dramatic music]

I'll come back tonight.

- [Pensive music]
- [Door closes]

[Seagulls crying]

[Clock tolling]

- [Knocking]
- Who is it?

- It's me.
- [Groans]

How 'bout some rent, Brown?

You haven't paid me for four weeks
and I'm not gonna let it run any longer.

All right, all right,
I'll let you have it today.

I'm going out
in a minute or two.

Well, don't come back without it
or you won't get in again.

And don't try and take
your things out, either,

or I might start asking
some awkward questions.

- Harry?
- Oh, all right.

[Door closes]

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Mr. Collins?

Yes.

ROBBER: Stay where you are
and don't move.

[Dramatic music]

[Alarm ringing]

ROBBER: Don't you move
or I'll let you have it!

[Motorcycle revving]

- [Tires squealing]
- [Gunshots]

[Dramatic music]

Thank you.

Thank you.

[Suspenseful music]

[Dramatic music]

ROBBER: Don't you move
or I'll let you have it!

MAN ON RADIO::
Police Constable Martin,

who was shot this
afternoon in Golden Street

whilst trying to intercept
the two armed men

concerned in the hold-up
of the jeweler's shop

has since died.

The police, under the direction
of Divisional Detective Inspector Mitchell

are sparing no efforts
in their hunt for the wanted men.

Owing to the fact
that both men were masked

it's difficult to obtain
an accurate description

of either of them
except for their clothes

and the fact that one
of them was tall and thin.

The bullet from Martin's
body has been extracted

and given
to the ballistics expert.

And the shop is being
searched for fingerprints.

All members of the CID,
Flying, and VICE squads,

and the plainclothes branch
of the Metropolitan Police

have been recalled to duty.

And in view of the gravity
of the situation

many of them have been
issued with arms.

Their orders are:
"Bring these men in at all costs."

King's Cross.

Passenger Inquiries please.

Hello?

I want to know the time
of the next train to Nottingham

and the price
of a third single.

9:36, 21 ha'pence,
thank you.

[Crowd clamoring]

So I said, "Don't you come
in here with that taxi routine

"with me," I said.

"I'd like you to know I'm used
to going out with gentlemen."

Yes?

A light ale and one
of those sandwiches, please.

No bottle beer,
draft only now.

All right, half a bitter.

Oh, hello.
Whatcha gonna have?

- Bitter, I think.
- Two bitters, Doris.

What price, this
Golden Street murder, eh?

Eh, they'll catch 'em
all right, don't you worry.

It's not much help for the copper
that got shot, though, is it?

Just come back
out of the army, too.

What about his wife and kid?

I don't mind chaps
bein' on the fiddle

but I draw the line
at this kind of thing

and I'm not kidding.

- It's five past, you know.
- Thank you.

Good luck.

- You got any gin?
- Yes.

Give us two large ones,
will you?

Well, and what did you do
in the World War, daddy?

Don't tell me, I know.

Fire watching.

Ha ha.

You don't mind
my havin' a drink, do ya?

I mean, I'm not crowdin' you
out or anything, eh?

No, that's all right.

MAN ON RADIO:: Scores
of people have been questioned

in and around
Golden Street

and many were taken
to the police station

to make statements,

A short while ago,
a Mr. Rob Collins,

the jeweler,
recovered consciousness

and has given the police
a description

of one of the three men
now known to have been involved.

For some reason, this man,
who was wearing a raincoat,

was not masked
like the other two.

This fact has given the police
a very valuable lead.

Every policeman in the country
has this man's description

and there is to be an all-out
drive to bring him in.

Here, where's my money?

Hey, somebody's
pinched my dough.

Hey, just a minute,
where do you think you're off to?

I don't know what you're talkin' about,
I haven't touched your money.

Hey, Burt, you go and get
a copper, I've been buzzed.

- I tell you I haven't touched your money.
- I warned you, you rotten basket.

Oh, you've got
a gun, too, have ya?

[Dramatic music]

[Tires screeching]

[Whistle sounding]

Listen, I just slipped in here
to get away from that.

There's no need to be frightened.
I won't hurt you, really.

Is there anyone upstairs?

Come on,
tell me quickly, is there?

Right.

Now, if I let go of you,
you won't scream or anything, will you?

Will you?

Good.

- Thank you.
- [Whistle continuing]

- What are you running away from.
- Don't ask any questions, please.

I'm in trouble, serious
trouble, let's leave it at that.

I can't go out yet. You have to let me
stay until things die down a bit.

I'll get out of here
as soon as I can, I promise you.

- Please.
- [Whistle sounding]

I'm sorry to force myself on you
like this, but... I had to think quickly.

Wait a minute.

All right.

Where's your husband?

My husband's dead.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I noticed you were wearing
a ring and I thought perhaps--

[Car doors clicking]

They're raiding
that café over there.

Listen, I've got to tell somebody
about this or I shall go off my head.

Did you read about that hold-up
in the jeweler shop this afternoon?

Yes.

Yes, well,
I'm mixed up in that.

But I had nothing to do with it,
nothing all all, you understand?

It's all a mistake.

Oh, don't look at me like that.
I'm telling you the truth.

You see this?

Oh, all right,
don't worry, it's not loaded,

it hasn't been for years,
not since I used it in the army.

Somebody told me where
I could get a good price for it.

And I went to the jeweler's
to sell it.

I'm broke.
It's all I had.

Before I could find out how much
he'd give me for it there's a hold-up.

And I'm standing there
with this in my hand.

Within two seconds they'd
knocked the jeweler senseless.

As far as he's concerned
I'm one of them.

Did you hear
the nine o'clock news?

No, what's happened?

Well, he's just
recovered consciousness

and he's given
the police my description.

That's what
that's all about,

[Car doors closing]

[Car starting]

They've gone.

You're a deserter aren't you?

Yes.

Don't think I'm ashamed of it
because I'm not.

For the same reason,
I'd do it again.

I served overseas
for four years before I deserted

and I was at Dunkirk.

I gave up my business
and everything.

All the people I know didn't.

No, business is
pretty good for them.

Was that the only
reason you deserted?

No.

A flying bomb hit
the house where we lived.

My father was killed outright
and my sister was very badly injured.

I asked for compassionate leave,
came home,

fixed things up as best
I could, and that was that.

Two days
before my time was up,

the doctor told us
my sister might not pull through.

My mother was frantic.

I wired for an extension
but it was refused...

refused because
I was single.

So I took it.

Three days later
my sister died.

But I was with her.

That's all I asked.
After four years, that's all I asked

and they refused.

Within two days
my mother followed her.

The shock of everything
was too much.

So I didn't go back.

And I reckon they'd had
all I could give them.

Well, do you believe any of this
or am I just wasting my time?

No...

I believe you.

[Tapping at door]

It's the police,
they must be checking up.

- Is there any way onto the roof?
- No.

And all the windows
at the back are barred.

[Knocking]

[Doorbell ringing]

They can see the lights.
I shall have to open it.

Yes, of course.

Leave it to me.

[Insistent knocking]

We're police officers and we have authority
to search all premises in this area.

Why? What's happened?

We're looking for a man
who was last seen in this street.

And we've reason to believe
he's hiding in one of these buildings.

- Are you alone?
- Yes.

Have you seen or heard anything
unusual in the past quarter of an hour?

Only the raid on the café.
I saw it from upstairs.

- You sure that's all?
- Yes.

I see.

Well, I think
we'll have a look anyway.

[Suspenseful music]

You have a look upstairs.

[Tense music]

- Well?
- No one upstairs.

No way out onto the roof.

- What's your name, madam?
- Adams, Jean Adams.

- Missus?
- Yes, I'm a widow.

Do you work anywhere?

Yes, at Wetherbys
in Oxford Street.

Tell me, Mrs. Adams,

why'd you take so long
to answer the door?

I was just going to bed. I'd started
to undress and had to get dressed again.

Go to bed very early
for a young woman, don't you?

I get up very early.

I work hard, you know.

I was so tired this morning
I didn't even make the bed.

So I noticed.

All right, Mrs. Adams.
Sorry to have troubled you.

[Door closes]

[Faint knocking]

All right?

Yes.

- Thank you.
- You can't go out.

They're searching
the street.

Eh, you're right.

If I was seen leaving here now,
it wouldn't be so hot for you.

It's a crime
to shield a deserter,

especially one
in my position.

Look, I feel terrible
about all this.

You look as if
you could do with a drink.

I've got a little brandy.

[Gentle music]

Oh, thank you.

- Your husband?
- Yes.

- Killed in action?
- No, died of wounds.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Were you very
fond of him?

We were separated.

He thought
he'd find someone else.

Divorced?

No, war broke out, he joined up,
and he left things drift.

Everyone seemed to
at that time.

Just before Dunkirk he was
badly wounded and sent back.

When he came
out of hospital,

he was alone.

There was no one to look after him
so I let him come back here.

He had a relapse
and they operated again.

But it was no use.

Why am I
telling you all this?

I don't know.

Maybe because you wanted to talk
to somebody like I did just now.

What's your name?

Burdon, Peter Burdon.

At the moment I'm going
under the name of Brown.

I know yours,
I heard you tell them.

Do you mind if I sit down
for a moment?

How long is it
since you've eaten?

I-I was just having a sandwich
when all this started.

I'll get you something.
You can sleep on there.

Mrs. Adams,
I'm a deserter, remember?

I can't shield myself
behind you.

Especially now I know
about your husband.

I'd better get
out of here.

If I can without getting
you mixed up in it.

Look, you're safe here
and I'm going to help you.

- Why?
- Oh, I don't know.

Perhaps it's because
you so badly need help.

Besides, it's no use
running away.

You're caught up in a murder and somehow
you've got to get yourself out of it.

Yes, I could if only
I could find those two men.

That's impossible.
Apart from what they were wearing,

all I've got to go on is
the voice of one of them.

Tall, thin man with half
the two middle fingers missing

on his left hand...

as if they've
been shot off.

Yes, a voice
I'd remember anywhere

with a strong
Australian accent.

[Car horn honks]

- Oh, good morning, Mrs. Adams.
- Morning, Tony.

- Oh, you're very early. I only just opened.
- I know.

I wondered if you could
let me have a little milk.

But of course.
Rosa!

Rosa, put some milk
into a bottle for Mrs. Adams.

- Thank you, Tony.
- That's all right.

Oh, and
I want some cigarettes.

Uh, sorry,
no cigarettes.

- Twenty Players all right?
- That's fine.

That's, uh, three and a six
for the cigarettes.

- I give you the milk.
- Thank you.

- How long you been smoking, huh?
- Oh, for quite some time.

- Ever since the peace.
- What peace?

There's no peace. Did you hear
that business last night?

Yes, I was going
to ask you about that.

I saw the raid
from my window.

A fine thing to do
to a respectable British citizen.

And after all that fuss,
do they find the gunman?

No, nothing.

But they still think
he's somewhere 'round here.

I bet you the district is
being watched.

It's all these lousy deserters.
That's the trouble.

Ah, here you are.

Ah, the bottle is
quite clean... I hope.

Thank you, Tony.

- I've just been over to the café.
- Well?

Apparently the whole
district's being watched.

- Yes.
- Here's a toothbrush,

and I bought you some
cigarettes and a paper.

Thank you.

They haven't published
your description.

Well, they never do.

It might prejudice
their case if I'm caught.

It was in the hands of every
policeman in the country

and that's just as bad.

I'll get some breakfast.

- You say he had a mustache?
- Yes, definitely.

Hmm.

It's our man all right.

He must have shaved it off between
getting rid of this and going to that pub.

Isn't the raincoat
any use to you?

I doubt it.

These people must have
turned out thousands like this,

all exactly the same.

No chance for checking
any of them.

Still, we'll take it
along with us.

And, uh, thanks
for your cooperation.

That's all right.

PAPERBOY:
There you go.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Oh, am I glad to see you.

Getting nervy?

Very, I'm afraid.

Just being cooped up
here all alone like this.

Not that I'm not grateful,
Mrs. Adams, but you know--

Hadn't you better
call me Jean...

seeing as you're likely
to be heard sometime?

Yes, I suppose I should.

Do you mind
if I see that?

They know the type
of gun that was used.

What's the matter?

- Nothing.
- Yes, there is, what is it?

No it's nothing,
it's nothing at all, really.

- Tell me something.
- Yes?

What type of gun is yours?

- Why? What makes you ask?
- I just want to know.

A .38 Enfield.

Same type
as the one that killed

- the policeman, isn't it?
- Yes.

You don't doubt me,
do you?

Is that
what's worrying you?

- Partly.
- No.

If you did I think
that would be about the end.

That gun's a danger to you.
You must get rid of it.

Have you ever tried
getting rid of anything

in a place like London
in broad daylight?

We'll get
rid of it tonight.

I'll throw it
in the river.

[Ship's horn]

What are you doing, miss?

[Ominous music]

Not thinking of throwing
yourself over, are you?

No, of course not.

I was just getting
a breath of fresh air.

I see.

A bit late for that sort
of thing, isn't it?

Oh, I don't know, I...

Can I see
your identity card, please?

That's all right,
thank you.

- Burt?
- Hello!

Come up here a minute.

- MAN: What's the matter?
- I wanna show you something.

Look.

MAN: Oh, where
did that spring from?

The bridge.

As we come under it, I heard
something fall and found that.

They're looking for the gun, aren't they?
It says so in tonight's paper.

Well, perhaps
that's the one.

- Oh, strike me.
- Don't touch it!

Leave that for the police.

Ain't you ever heard
of such things as fingerprints?

Look at him!

Who's been filling you up
with that stuff?

A gentleman by the name
of Dick Barton.

It's gone.
It's at the bottom of the river.

I had a little trouble
with a policeman, though.

- What?
- Oh, nothing serious, luckily.

He didn't see me
drop it over.

He thought I was
going to throw myself over.

- What did he do?
- Nothing much, just had a look

at my identity card.

- Suppose he makes a report.
- Why should he? I wasn't doing anything.

That's the second time you've been in contact
with the police through me, isn't it?

But I told you, he didn't
see me drop the revolver.

- I'm sure of it.
- Oh, no, no, no, maybe not,

but he thought you were
gonna throw yourself in

and he's got
your name and address.

Last night
they searched that address

'cause they thought
you might be hiding me.

Well, they've only got to get those
two things connected up somehow

and they'll want to know
more about you.

They'll come here again.

Ah, I've gotta get out of here now
for your sake. You must see that.

- Perhaps you're right.
- I know I'm right.

Look, I've got a little money
saved from my pension...

not much, but enough
to last you for quite a while.

And I know
somewhere you can go,

somewhere on the coast
where you'll be perfectly safe

once you get away
from this place.

I can give you a change
of clothes and everything.

My husband's things are
still here.

I'll phone and fix it
in the morning. What do you say?

What can I say?

Why not try saying yes?

I can't take your money.

It's only a loan until you
get yourself straightened out.

I can never really
do that, you know.

Yes, you can.

Listen, tomorrow's
my Saturday half day.

We'll take a chance
on getting away after dark.

I'll come down with you,
stay over Sunday--

That'll give us
the whole day in the fresh air

to discuss things properly.

Why are you doing
all this for me?

I told you last night...

I don't know.

- ROSA: Morning.
- Morning, Rosa.

- May I use the phone?
- Certainly.

- Good morning, Mr. Sweeney.
- Morning, sir.

You're the chap who found
this gun, aren't you?

That's right, sir.

It fell off
of Waterloo Bridge

- just as we was--
- Yes, exactly.

I'm afraid I got
a disappointment for you.

This revolver's the same type
as the murder weapon

but it wasn't the one
that fired the shot.

However, it might belong to one
of the other two gunmen involved,

we can't tell yet.

Lucky my mate didn't mess up
the fingerprints then, isn't it sir.

There were no fingerprints.

Oh.

Oh, well,
thanks for your cooperation.

We'll let you know
if we want you again.

- Is that all?
- Yes, that's all, thank you.

Unless you've got
a guilty conscience.

No.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Pity about them fingerprints.

You're telling us.

He didn't seem
to want to go.

Perhaps he likes it here.

- Well?
- Nothing.

No trace
of the man at all?

No, none at all.

I can't understand it.

What is he,
another Houdini?

Look, this is ridiculous.

A man can't just run down
a street and disappear.

He's still in that district.
I'll stake my bottom dollar on that.

Lawson...

you do the rounds
of the cafés again tonight.

Take every man you can
lay your hands on

and do the job
thoroughly.

Very good, sir.

Unless somebody's hiding him
he's got to eat somewhere.

I want that man.

He's our one and only lead
and he's not gonna get away.

[Engine revs]

Chili.

Who's the driver
of Cab BLF 405?

I am, why?

We had an all cars
message to pick you up.

- What for?
- They want a word with you at the Yard.

- What, me?
- Yes, you.

- What about?
- You'll find out when you get there.

Well, what about my supper?
It's paid for.

Come on, get a move on.
We can't wait all night.

Well, I'm going down Old Compton Street
when this woman hails me.

"Hop in, lady," I says,
"anywhere ya like."

You slay me.

Where did you take her?
Blackpool?

She wanted to go
to Victoria Station

but had to pick up
someone first.

And Victoria is
where I dropped 'em.

You can't tell us
what he looked like?

No, she paid the fare.
The bloke, I hardly saw at all.

Where were they going,
do you know?

I haven't the faintest idea.

That all?

Well, I then went straight
back to the shelter

and ordered me supper.

And I'd very much like to go
back to it if you don't mind.

All right, you can.

And how, may I ask,
am I to get there?

What's the matter
with a taxi?

He was a great help.

I don't know.

Three men kill one of our chaps
in broad daylight and where are we?

Nowhere.

Even though we've caught up
with one of them

he runs down
a street and disappears.

No, it's not good enough.

Those baskets have had
all the luck so far.

What about this man the Adams
girl went to Victoria with, sir?

Oh, probably nothing
in it at all.

Look, there was no one
with her in the flat

the night that chap
went away, was there?

- No.
- Very well, then.

It practically lets her out.

This fellow who came out
tonight could've been anybody.

One of her boyfriends if I know
anything about the district.

Married man, probably.

Still, we'll see.

She didn't look
that type to me, sir.

Lawson, I envy you.

You've got
a very beautiful mind.

[Seagulls crying]

[Bright music]

JEAN: Good morning.

Oh, hello.

How would you
like a swim?

I think I can
borrow some things.

There's nothing
I'd like better.

I'll see what
I can do then.

All right.

That's the first time
I've seen you smile.

[Gentle music]

Enjoy your swim?

- Wonderful.
- Very much, Mrs. Baker.

- Your name's Peter, isn't it?
- That's right.

- Well, mine's May.
- Where's Andy?

He's feeding
the chickens.

Oh, it is nice
to see you again, Jean.

I must sit down
and have a chat.

I shouldn't really,
of course.

I'm supposed to be doing
the books this morning.

There's always something
to be done in a pub.

I know.

You in this line, too?

I was. Are you very busy
this time of the year?

Oh, it doesn't make
much difference, really.

The customers are
a bit thirstier, I suppose.

It's only a local trade,
you know.

We only got the two rooms
you're in anyway,

and they're
hardly ever let.

It's too quiet
for most people.

Nothing for 'em to do.

You have to like the sea
without trimmings

to like this place.

Gets on my nerves
sometimes.

- Thanks.
- Morning.

- Morning, Andy.
- Morning.

Can you squeeze
the pot, May?

I thought
that was coming.

- You don't mind, do you, Jean?
- You're the governor.

I sometimes wonder.

What's doing
in town now, Jean?

Do you ever see
any of the old gang?

JEAN: No, not now.

What do you do
with yourselves then?

Oh, my job keeps me
pretty busy for one thing.

And, well,
I find plenty to do.

What do you think of this
Golden Street shooting?

I don't know what
things are coming to.

They pull a gun on you as soon
as look at you nowadays.

It's all these ruddy deserters,
that's what it is.

Anything about it
on the wireless?

Not much.

They're still looking for the chap
they nearly caught the other night.

Why on earth they don't publish
a description of him, I don't know.

Do you ever miss
the band business, Mr. Baker?

Yes and no.

Sometimes I think
I'd like to go back to it.

But not on the trombone,
mind you.

Band of my own
the next time.

I'd make a good conductor,
you know.

You certainly would,
on a bus.

Do you have to say
things like that?

Why don't you try
to relax?

I can't.

Look at that incident
at breakfast.

This thing's
with me all the time.

Yes, I can see that.

Jean...

do you know how many
deserters there are?

Nearly 20,000.

20,000 men on the run
all over the country.

Men with no hope
and no future...

unless they'd like to give
themselves up and go to jail.

That's just what they won't do.
It's no good thinking they will.

They all had some
reason for deserting.

And human nature's human
nature all the world over.

That's what the authorities
won't make allowances for.

If those men were allowed
to start afresh with a clean slate

they'd all become useful
members of the community again.

As it is, most of them are
forced to live by crime...

crime of every sort...

including murder.

Now that's
what I'm wanted for.

Peter, I was wondering,

if ever you found this man,
this man you want,

what exactly
would you do?

Make him talk,

- and he would.
- How do you know?

Because he's not the man
who fired the shot and I know it.

He'd soon open up to try
and save his own skin.

And I'd hand him over
and make him clear me.

You mean you'd hand him
over to the police?

PETER: Yes.

And yourself, too?

Yes, I suppose so,
I'd have to.

Then you'd be free,
wouldn't you?

Free to start again.

That's what you really want,
isn't it...

To start
all over again?

No, it's no use
talking like this.

I shall never find him,
it's impossible.

You've got to somehow,
Peter, you've just got to.

What do you make of Jean
and her boyfriend, May?

What do you mean,
what do I make of 'em?

I mean, do you think
they're in love?

Well, what do you think they've
come down here for if they're not?

It's the best thing
that could've happened to Jean.

She's been alone
far too long.

It's not natural.

Whatever she's been through,
it's no use

carrying it around with her
for the rest of her life.

She's a good kid.

I'd do anything
for Jean.

High time she had some
happiness for a change.

I'm not arguing.

I just thought they looked
a little on edge, that's all.

Well, wouldn't you be
in the same circumstances?

Oh, I see
what you mean.

Nothing of the sort.

The trouble with you is
you judge other people

by your own low standards.

Just because you used to do
that sort of thing yourself.

Well, you ought to know.

[Gentle music]

I shall have to leave
early in the morning, Peter.

I've got to go home and change
before I go to work.

I hate leaving
at all, but...

there you are.

When are you
coming back?

Saturday,
if you want me to.

You know I do.

I feel almost human again.

You and this place...

I'd almost forgotten
the reason I'm here.

You've been
wonderful, Jean.

I don't know what
I'd have done without you.

Or what I'd do now.

Jean?

Yes?

It's happened, hasn't it?

Yes.

When did you know?

Today, earlier on.

Oh.

What are we
going to do?

There's no future
for you with me.

- Yes, there is.
- No, not as I am now.

We're not going
to give up.

Where's it all
going to end?

We'll find
a way out somehow.

[Tapping at door]

[Doorbell rings]

[Tapping at door]

Good morning, Mrs. Adams.

I'm a police officer.
Perhaps you remember me.

Yes, I think I do.

Would you mind
if I come in a moment?

I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

No, not at all.

Now, Mrs. Adams,
we're very interested

in the man you went
to Victoria Station with

on Saturday night.

Am I being watched then?

We're making a note
of anything unusual

that happens
around here just now.

What's unusual about a man
leaving a woman's flat?

In the ordinary way, nothing.

But this particular man didn't want
to be seen leaving, that's all.

So we found the taxi
and checked up on you.

Who was he?

- Just a friend.
- What was his name?

- Uh... Brian.
- Brian what?

- I think it was Clarkson.
- You just think?

Only met him that night.

Yet you brought him
back here.

Yes.

I brought him back
for a drink.

I see.

What was he like?

Oh...

Medium build.

Dark, curly hair
and a thin face.

Why did you go
to Victoria with him?

I didn't.
He came with me.

I just gave him a lift,
that's all.

Where he went after
I left him, I've no idea.

You mean you were the one
going to the station?

Yes, that's right.

But he went into the station
with you, didn't he?

Yes.

Yes, of course he did.

He came in with me
but I left him going to the bar.

- Where he went after that--
- You've no idea.

I know.
You've told me.

And where did you go?

Away for the weekend.

On your own?

Yes.
I was alone.

Where?
And I must warn you, Mrs. Adams,

that you'd better tell the truth.

If you don't,
we'll soon know...

and that means that I shall have
to come and call on you again.

The Anchor Hotel Felthse in Sussex.

Thank you.

About this man again...

You're sure he's
what you say he was...

someone you met casually
that night and brought up here?

Yes.

It's not against
the law, is it?

No.

But you surprise me,
Mrs. Adams.

I'd never
have believed it.

Appearances are often
deceptive, you know, Inspector.

[Chuckles]
Sergeant.

[Discordant music]

Some kids have found
a gun in the mud at Wapping--

another Enfield .38.

I'm having it
tested now.

This time we may
have got something.

- What's your news?
- Only the Adams girl, sir.

According to her,
you were right.

She swears she was only
giving someone a lift,

someone she'd Just met
and taken back with her for a drink.

All right, there's no need
to look so depressed about it.

It's not that, sir.
It's just that I don't believe it.

- Where was she over the weekend?
- Sussex, the Anchor Hotel Felthse.

- Alone?
- So she says.

I'm going to get the local
police to check up on it.

Okay.

- Could I use your phone, Tony?
- But of course, of course.

- [Seagulls crying]
- [Waves splashing]

Peter!

You're wanted
on the phone.

It's Jean.

Coming.

Hello, Jean.

Peter,
something's happened.

You must come away
from there at once.

We have to find
somewhere else.

I'll tell you everything
when I see you.

Don't stay in that place
a minute longer.

Catch the first train to town
and I'll meet you in the lunch hour.

No, better still, I'll skip the shop
and wait for you somewhere.

Where can we make it?

- Somewhere safe.
- Wait a minute, I'm trying to think.

How about the Victoria and Albert
Museum on the ground floor

where the Elizabethan
things are, you know?

Yes, that'll do.

Oh, and Peter, they may
be watching Victoria.

Get out at Clapham Junction
and come the rest of the way by bus.

All right.

I'll be
as quick as I can.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Peter.

Can I have some
toast and coffee, Tony?

You're not going
into work today?

No, not today.

I've got to go and see
my brother in hospital.

What's the matter
with your brother?

He's going to have
an operation.

Oh.
Oh, don't you worry about it.

He'll be all right.

They make anything
work these days.

Nearly anything.

[Frightening tones]

Jim, this revolver
those kids picked up at Wapping...

it's the murder gun.

- And the fingerprints?
- Don't mean a thing, not yet.

They're not in the files.

We're getting somewhere
yet we're getting nowhere all the time.

It always comes 'round
to the same thing.

If we don't pick that fella
up soon I shall go crazy.

I've got
something interesting.

What's that?

One of their chaps at E Division
has made a routine report

about a girl he questioned
last Friday night.

Thought she was going to throw
herself off Waterloo Bridge.

Well?

It was the Adams girl.

Was it? By George.

What would she want
to do that for?

Wonder what
the trouble is?

Maybe our visit
the night before.

Why should that worry her?
There was no one there.

Unless she is mixed up
in this after all.

Yes, you might have something.

Wait a minute.

I've got it.

That girl wasn't
on that bridge for any suicide.

She was the one
who threw this over.

Now we are
getting somewhere.

- Pull her in.
- Right.

Missy,
how much do I owe?

Thank you.

Look up Jean Adams, will you,
and let me know which department she's in.

Oh, I can tell you that
right away.

She's in the millinery.

- Millinery. Thanks.
- She's not in this morning.

Must be sick
or something.

Oh, I see.

- Hang on, just in case.
- Right.

- What's happened, Jean?
- Everything.

Pretend to be
looking at these.

Peter, they came to my place
again this morning.

- How on--?
- They saw us leave on Saturday.

They know I went
to Victoria with someone,

but they don't know
it was you.

And they won't know now.

If they make inquiries,
May's going to say

I was there alone over the weekend
and cover you up completely.

- Does she know what it's all about?
- No, I promised to tell her later.

- And Peter, there's something else.
- What?

- I think I found him.
- Found who?

The man you want, the one
with the Australian accent and--

What?

- It sounds impossible.
- But it isn't.

Luck's been against you,
now it's changed, that's all.

- Yes, if you're right.
- And why shouldn't I be?

I'd know in a second
if I could hear him myself.

Look, I'll chance it.
Do you think he lives there?

- Well, he opened the door with a key.
- Well, perhaps he'll open the door to me.

Is it too late for you
to go to work?

Oh, I suppose
I could make some excuse.

Why?

Well, I want you somewhere
where I can telephone you.

It's too risky meeting
like this in daylight.

All right.

Peter, this may be
the answer to everything.

I know.

- Good luck, darling.
- I'll telephone you.

I'd better go
out this way.

[Dramatic music]

- Oh.
- WOMAN: What do you want?

I want to see Mister, uh...
I can't remember his name--

the tall man
who lives here,

- I thought he was--
- No one lives here but me.

PETER: That's not
exactly true, is it?

Who the dickens are you?

I think we've met before...

in a jeweler's shop,
remember?

Who is this?

I don't know.

I do.

- I know who you are.
- That's right.

And I know who you are.

Just a moment, Mrs. Adams.

I must ask you
to come along with me.

What for?

You're wanted
for further questioning

in connection with the murder
of a policeman.

[Clock ticking]

Now, Mrs. Adams,

we paid a visit
to your place this morning,

we found these
clothes there.

Whose are they?

They belonged
to my husband.

There are a lot
of his things there.

Mrs. Adams, you're not
being honest with us.

These clothes were found in a corner
behind a curtain in your room.

And they're exactly the same as
those worn by the man we're after,

the man who ran
out of that pub on Thursday,

the day of the murder.

He was in your flat that night, when
we were searching, after all, wasn't he?

You hid him.

And you threw his gun
over Waterloo Bridge, didn't you?

Look, Mrs. Adams,
why don't you be sensible

and make things easier
for yourself?

We want that man
and we mean to get him.

He's a dangerous gunman and he's
concerned in the murder of a policeman.

He's not a gunman and he's
not concerned in a murder.

So you do know him?

Well, supposing you tell us

what he is concerned in and exactly
where you come into the picture.

He's concerned in clearing
himself and I'm helping him.

Oh, this is interesting,
Mrs. Adams.

Who is he?

A deserter.

That doesn't surprise me.

But he'd done
four years' service.

That's all forgotten,
of course.

All you want to do now is
put him in prison.

That's hardly the point.

We're interested in his
connection with the murder.

He had no connection
with it at all.

He went into the jeweler
to sell that revolver.

As he took the gun out of his
pocket there was a hold-up.

I see.

- Well, go on.
- You know what happened then.

- Why didn't he come to us?
- How could he in his position?

Would you have
believed him anyway?

No.

His only chance was
to find those two men himself.

And I think we have
found one of them... today.

INSPECTOR:
Who's in this house?

- What's that to do with you?
- Come along, we're police officers.

- Who's in this house?
- Only me.

We'll see about that.

Go on, up you go.

Nothing upstairs,
only some men's clothes.

Well, where are they?

- What right have you to come bur--
- Don't start that.

Where are these two gentlemen
friends you've been entertaining here?

What do you mean...
entertaining?

I'll give you
two guesses.

I want to know
where they are and who they are.

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

What's your name?

- Lily.
- Lily what?

Lily Gatehouse.

Well, Lily, you're
a smart girl, I can see that.

Know all the answers,
don't you?

I wonder if you know
the answer to this one.

We're looking
for two men.

One of them may have two fingers
missing on his left hand.

These two men are wanted in connection
with the murder of a policeman.

We shall get 'em
in the end, you know, Lily.

Make no mistake about that.

And afterwards,

if we find out
that you've been shielding them,

that puts you in it, too,
doesn't it?

And we shall
come back for you...

on a murder charge.

So, Lily...

if you're the smart
girl I think you are,

you've got something
to tell us, haven't you?

All right.

Good.

Well, who are they?

- Two deserters.
- Their names?

The one with the fingers
shot off's called Slim.

- Slim what?
- Slim Elfey.

- Australian?
- No, but he lived there for years.

- And the other one?
- Dan.

Dan Underwood.

- How long have they been here?
- Some months now.

But, I had no idea it had
anything to do with the shooting.

I'll swear it.

Not 'til the man mentioned
the jeweler's shop.

What man?

I've been waiting
to hear about him.

The--

The man who came
to see them.

What'd he look like?

Medium build, fresh complexion,
brown hair, blue eyes, is that the man?

Yes, I think so.

Well,
what did they talk about?

I don't know.

They sent me
out of the room.

Where are they now?

They went off
with him in a car.

Did he go willingly or was he
perhaps persuaded at the point of a gun?

They persuaded him.

Where did they go to?

- I don't know, I swear it.
- Where did they get the car?

- Pinched it.
- Where from?

I don't know,
honest I don't.

Somewhere around here,
I think.

Very useful.

All right,
that'll do for now.

Take her away.

It looks as though there's
something in your story, Mrs. Adams.

But I'm afraid they've
got your friend Burdon.

They took him away from that
house-- two of them in a car.

Still, he walked
to the car, that's something.

Come in a minute,
will you please?

What are you going to do?

Oh, we haven't
finished with them yet.

That car was stolen.

Just as soon as we get the number, we shall be
able to pick it up inside quarter of an hour.

Well, haven't you got
its number yet, then?

No, and ten-to-one they took it
from somewhere outside a theater

just after the performance
had started.

- A theater?
- Mmm.

That gives them a good two
hours before the loss is discovered,

and by then,
they've ditched it.

- Take that down to records, please.
- Yes, sir.

There isn't a theater open
this time in the morning.

There must be.

The spot they're in
they wouldn't dare risk anything else.

Which one?

That's just what
we're finding out now.

I'm afraid you'll have to interrupt
the picture and make an announcement.

- What's the trouble?
- We want to know if a car's been stolen

from outside this theater.

Now get everyone's who's parked
their car outside to come out here at once.

Hello, all cars.

From Information Room:

Message number 43.

Stolen,
black Austin Saloon,

index number MML 874,

from outside
Cambridge Theater,

Adams Street, WC2.

Approximate time,
1100 hours.

Time of origin, 11:35.

[♪ Once upon a Dream playing]

[Knocking at door]

I told you last night not to come
down here again, didn't I?

- I don't want either of you down here--
- Anyone upstairs?

- No, why?
- This is trouble.

Well,
I don't want any trouble.

It isn't what you want,
it's what you're getting.

You've done pretty well
out of the chaps I got us, Charlie.

You'll have to take
the good with the bad.

How bad is it then?

This is the bloke that was
in Collins's shop last Thursday.

Nearly an hour now.

We're on the right track, though.
That car's being hidden somewhere.

Must've reached there
before our message went out.

But where,
that's the point.

Isn't there
anything you can do?

Mrs. Adams, we're doing
everything we possibly can.

We came in on this
a little late, you know.

And that wasn't
our fault.

Now then, between the time
the car left that house

and the time its
description was broadcast

it couldn't possibly have
got outside a radius of,

say, three miles,

what with the traffic
at the peak.

And that puts it roughly
somewhere in here.

Wapping.

That's where those kids found
that revolver, isn't it?

[Ship horn]

I can't have you three
hanging 'round here.

- I tell ya, I can't have it.
- There won't be three after tonight.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, you don't.

You thought you got rid of that
revolver last night, didn't you?

Well, it was found out there
this morning in the mud.

They've been busy
around here all day.

I'm not having
any stiffs in the house.

Why can't ya
leave me alone?

Plenty of other
places you can go.

No, there aren't
and you know it.

You've taken everything
we've brought in the past,

haven't you,
and been glad of it.

You'd have taken anything
that was going from Collins's place

if there'd been anything.

You're in this with us,
Charlie, right up to your ears.

And make
no mistake about it,

so stop whining
and start doing something.

- What can I do?
- We've gotta get out of the country.

You can fix it if the money's there.
We know that.

And you've got the money,
haven't you?

So the sooner you get things started,
the sooner you'll get rid of us.

And how about that
fella upstairs?

I'll not have anyone murdered
down here, I tell you.

We're dealing with that
as soon as it's dark.

Well, what are you
going to do?

Take him
down the river,

hold him under
for a few minutes,

then let him go.

Suicide.

I don't like it.
And how about that car?

You've got rid of plenty of others.
You can get rid of that one.

There's nothing
to connect us with it.

Now where exactly was
that revolver found?

Just here.

The children were
playing there at low tide

and saw it sticking
out of the mud.

Very well, then.

We'll cover this section, say, from here
to here, and take one of your cars.

You people do the rest.

I want every garage, dock, and yard
in the district opened and searched.

In fact, any place large
enough to take that car.

Right.

[Muffled bright piano music]

[Phone rings]

Hello?

Okay.

[Door opens, closes]

You're dead lucky.
Everything's fixed.

He'll slip you on board, all three of you,
and drop you off at Belfast.

Why three of us
all of a sudden?

Because the ship sails
in less than an hour.

You'll have to go now
and take that chap with you.

And alive,
do you understand?

How you get rid of him
afterwards is up to you.

As long as you all get
out of here, I don't care.

But this is going
to cost money.

A lot of money.

More than I can afford.

The only thing you can't afford,
Charlie, is to let us down.

And you would, wouldn't you,
if you thought you could get away with it.

I wouldn't trust you a yard
if there was any trouble.

But there isn't going to be
any trouble, so that's that.

We can get rid of this
bloke over the side.

That is, if your pal, the skipper, won't
want to know where he's gone in the morning.

He won't want to know
anything as long as he's paid.

And you're gonna pay him,
aren't you, Charlie?

So there we are,
we're all set.

- How far is the ship from here?
- Oh, not far.

Okay.
Come on, let's get him.

Wha--?
He must've jumped out.

Look, he's
gone away, all right.

[Ship horn]

He's gone.

Never mind about that.
Look.

They're searching the street.
They're looking for something.

I know what it is,
it's that car.

You rotten liars. You told me
they couldn't connect you with it.

Those are not local men.
They must be Scotland Yard.

- What are we going to do?
- You mean what are you gonna do,

don't you, Charlie?

Don't let anyone out.

[Bright piano music]

This is it.

[Ship horn]

[Door creaking]

Mmm, he won't tell us anything,
now or any other time.

It's the landlord.

He's only been dead
a few minutes.

[Ship horn]

They've got away.

Not with our launch out there,
they haven't.

Adams.

That fellow Burdon
could've got away, though.

Earlier.

Or else
he's had it, too.

Jim!

Those two men are
still here.

There's no way onto the roof.
They must be.

They shut
the landlord's mouth,

now they think
they're okay.

We'll see.

Car's here, and so are they,
by the look of it.

Anybody tries to get out,
you know what to do.

Listen, everybody.

We're from Scotland Yard.

This is a check-up.

Nobody's allowed to leave.

Anybody thinks to try
I may as well tell you

I got an armed
police officer outside.

All right, just stay
where you are, everybody.

[Crowd murmuring]

Let's have a look
at your left hand.

Drop that.

You won't get
away with this, you know.

Get over there.

You, too.

[Dramatic music]

And don't be in too much
of a hurry to come after us.

- MAN: Look, out!
- [Gunshot]

[Woman screams]

[Gunshots]

That's that.

All we want
now is fingerprints.

[Crowd murmuring]

All right,
take him away.

And send
for an ambulance.

How are you feeling?

Oh, I'll be all right.

I didn't know
you people were here.

I heard the tail end of it
from in there.

I was after
those two myself.

- But I missed out.
- Oh, no, you didn't...

- if you're talking about Golden Street.
- Thank you.

We've got the murder gun,
we got some fingerprints,

and we've got the man,
if I'm not mistaken.

Though he is taking it
a bit lying down.

No, you've been
a very great help to us.

You're, uh, Peter Burdon,
alias Brown, aren't you?

Deserter.

Yes.

How did you know?

Oh, somebody's told us
quite a lot about you.

Yes.

DRILL SERGEANT:
New guard.

Slow march!

New guard, halt!

MAN: And that's all,
is it, Inspector?

Yes, I think so, sir.

Except that.

MAN: Yes?

Well, sir,
I would like to say that...

Well, perhaps
it's not my business.

Captain Willoughby?

No questions, sir.

That'll be all,
thank you, Inspector.

DRILL SERGEANT:
Order, halt!

Right, left, hut!

New guard,
present face!

And it has been brought
to the notice of the court

by the civil authorities
the part you have played

in bringing to justice
certain criminals...

at no inconsiderable
risk to yourself.

Whilst taking this
into consideration, however,

together, with your
excellent war record,

we have to inform you
that neither of these facts

in any way
mitigates the fact

that you are
guilty of desertion

from His Majesty's forces,

or relieves you of your
liability to that service.

And the seriousness
of this offense

must be duly
impressed upon you.

[Soldiers marching outside]

DRILL SERGEANT: Halt.

Is it over?

Yes, it's all over.

Listen, Jean,
I've only got a moment.

I'm going away
for about a year.

And it'll make everything
so much easier if...

I know
you'll be waiting.

And you will,
won't you?

You know I will.

Bless you.

When are you going?

Now.

It's really better like this,
isn't it, Peter?

Yes, I suppose so.

This is something
you can never get away from.

Though it's no
solution to the problem,

it's the only
solution to mine.

Well, goodbye.

Goodbye, darling,