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(MultiCom Jingle)

(film projector rattling) (dramatic droning)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(menacing orchestral music)

(jeep engine rumbling)

- I shan't be a minute, Arthur.

I've got to go and pick something up.

- Well, don't be long.

We're scheduled to take off at the hour.

- Yeah. (crowd murmuring)

(menacing orchestral music)

(gunshots blaring)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(jet engines whining)

- You know, I can't understand why anyone should want

to shoot at you.

- I'll give you one guess. - [Co-Pilot] What?

- This plane's bring used for smuggling dope.

- (laughs) Oh, you're kidding.

- [Arthur] Oh no, I'm not.

I've suspected it for some while.

- But, what put you onto it?

- They approached me.

They thought they could buy me.

- What did you do?

- Told them to go and take a jump.

Since then, I've been doing a bit of snooping,

not only in Cairo, but the London end as well.

- You'll want to watch your step, you know?

I mean, these characters are pretty tough.

- Has anybody ever approached you?

- No, I'm only the Second Pilot.

Anyhow, I'd have nothing to do with smuggling.

You know what happens to air personnel

that get tied up with that?

Well, you're on the beach for good.

- Yes, I know.

(jet engines whining)

Call London Airport.

- What shall I say?

- Tell them I want a special Customs Search,

the moment we land.

- Well, we'll look pretty silly if there's nothing here.

- Maybe, but I have to be sure.

I have Katherine to look after.

- Okay, you're the boss.

B-X-Y-5-4-O calling London Airport.

B-X-Y-5-4-O calling London Airport, London Airport?

B-X-Y-5-4-O, this is Sandy Mason, Second Pilot calling.

Could you tell me,

who the Customs Duty Officer is this morning?

Right, will you ask him to meet us as soon as we land?

- Why didn't you give them the message I told you?

I said I wanted a special Customs Search.

- Well, it amounts to the same thing, Arthur,

and in less drama.

I didn't want to make too much of it,

just in case you're wrong.

(dramatic orchestral music) (jet engines whining)

- Morning, Holt, morning, Mason.

Well, what's all this about?

- I think there's smuggled dope aboard.

- You think it?

- Well, don't let's waste time arguing.

Let's see the cargo.

Not a thing, I think you've been letting your imagination

run away with you, you know?

- Oh, sorry.

- Perhaps I should explain that it wasn't Sandy

but I who ordered-- (door slamming)

- Let's see your case, men.

- Couple of bottles of brandy, that's all.

- I'm afraid you'll have to pay the duty on one of them.

- You're being a bit tough, aren't you?

- I stick to the regulations.

I should advise you to do the same.

Your case, Mister Holt.

- Just personal clothing.

- Nothing else? - [Arthur] Nope.

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- [Customs Officer] How about this?

- What is it?

- You didn't know it was there?

- [Arthur] No. - Well, perhaps I'd better

take a look at it. - [Arthur] Go ahead.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Well, what is it?

- Well, I can't guarantee

without having it analyzed, of course,

but I should say it's 50% face powder and 50% heroin.

- I have never seen that box before.

- [Customs] Uh huh.

- If I was smuggling dope, do you think

that I would call the Customs and ask for a special search?

- You asked for a special search?

- Of course.

- [Customs] I thought it was your co-pilot?

- Well, yes, it was Sandy, but I told him to do it.

- Oh, come off it, Arthur!

You know it was my idea.

- Your idea!

- Look, I'll do anything for my friends,

but I'm not going to get mixed up in anything like this.

- Just what is this?

You know perfectly well that I told you to make that call.

Come on now, let's have the truth!

- That won't help you, Holt.

I'm going to have this powder analyzed.

I'll trouble you for your passport, please.

Yours, too.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- But, we're flying out again this evening.

- You aren't flying anywhere.

(lawnmower puttering)

- Peter, telephone for you.

- [Peter] All right, Dee, I'll get it.

- It's Arthur.

He's just coming, Arthur.

(mysterious music)

- [Peter] Hello Arthur, we've been meaning

to come and see you and Katherine.

How is she?

- Oh, she's adjusting herself wonderfully, thank you.

But, Peter, I need your help.

- [Peter] What's happened?

- I've been framed.

I'm expecting to be arrested at any minute.

- [Peter] Arrested, why?

- For smuggling dope.

- [Peter] Well, there's no truth in it.

- Well, what do you think?

Peter, I've got to get clear of this

or, what'll happen to Katherine?

- [Peter] But, how can I help?

- I know a good deal about the people

who have been framing me, more than they think.

As a matter of fact,

one of them may be Sandy Mason, my Co-Pilot.

Peter, can you come to my house as soon as possible?

- [Peter] I'm on my way. - Fine.

(receiver clanging)

(tires crunching) (brakes squeaking)

(door slamming) (footsteps falling)

(doorbell ringing)

- Misses Holt. - [Katherine] Yes.

- Is your husband in?

- No, but I'm expecting him any minute now.

- Oh good, my name's Sparrow.

I work for the old firm, too.

He must have mentioned me.

- Well, I don't remember it, but do come in, Mister Sparrow.

- Well, thanks.

Well, he never said a word about Clark Sparrow?

Hmm, that's not friendly, is it?

- It's probably just my bad memory.

Will you have a drink, Mister Sparrow?

- I wouldn't say no to a spot of whiskey.

(glass clinking)

- [Katherine] Not much of a view, is it?

- Well, here's to your bright eyes.

I'm sorry.

- That's all right, Mister Sparrow.

I take it as very nice compliment.

Tell me, has your business here got anything to do

with Arthur's trouble?

- Has he been home already? - [Katherine] No.

No, but he phoned me.

- Ah, what sort of trouble?

- Well, I expect he'll tell you about it himself,

if he wants to.

I'd like to ask you, if this is a social visit,

please don't stay too long.

He's been flying all night.

- [Clark] I know the feeling.

Oh, don't worry, my business won't take a minute.

- Well, there's his car.

- You have very acute hearing, Misses Holt.

(car engine rumbling) (tires screeching)

(door slamming) (door clicking)

- Hello, Darling. - [Katherine] Hello.

(smooches)

- Now, don't look so worried.

It's going to be all right.

- Well,there's a Mister Sparrow, here, to see you.

- Sparrow, who's he? Oh!

(gunshots echoing) (woman screaming)

(dramatic music) (engine revving)

- Help, help, help! (engine revving)

- [Dee] Katherine? It's us, Peter and Dee.

What is it, what's happened?

- That man, he shot Arthur!

- [Peter] Call the ambulance, Dee.

Take care of Katherine.

I'm going after him!

(doors slamming)

(engines rumbling)

- He's been shot in the chest

and he's losing a lot of blood.

Come quickly and send for the police.

(dramatic orchestral music) (engines rumbling)

(footsteps echoing)

(door slamming)

(footsteps echoing)

(door slamming)

(shoes shuffling) (slapping)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(footsteps echoing)

- [Peter] Did you see a man coming out of here?

- No mate, that'd be wrong.

(tense orchestral music)

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(door closing)

- Misses Holt, - [Katherine] Yes.

- I'm inspector Heath.

Can you give us a description of the man

who shot your husband?

- Misses Holt is blind.

- I'm sorry, still, if you can give us anything to go on.

- Yes, of course, Inspector.

He was a tall man, he smokes, he was a Londoner,

an Air Force type, I'd say, by his accent.

He had a soft hand, too soft for anyone

who did any kind of physical work.

- Well, that's something.

Any other ideas?

- Yes, he was wearing a rain coat.

I could smell it.

There was also a smell of tweed.

- Is that all?

- [Katherine] Yes, I think so.

- Misses Holt, do you know a reason

why anyone should want to shoot your husband?

- [Katherine] No. - Has anything unusual

happened to him lately?

- Well, he rang me up from the airport this morning

and said he was in trouble with the Customs.

When they opened his bag, they'd found a box of powder,

a box he hadn't put there.

He said they they thought there was heroin in it.

- I see, now, please sit down a moment.

I'll check with the airport.

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- We'd better not be seen together again, for a bit.

- Suits me.

How about the dough?

A laborer is worthy of his hire, you know?

- Come for it tomorrow, at the usual place.

It'll be there. (door slamming)

(telephone ringing)

- Simmons speaking.

- [Heath] Inspector Heath, Scotland Yard.

- Oh, yes?

- I've been through to your general office.

They tell me that you inspected Aircraft BXY540

when she came in from Cairo this morning.

- That's right.

- [Heath] I understand you confiscated some powder.

- Yes, so we've had an analysis made.

I've got the report here, 64% heroin.

We're applying for a warrant for Holt's arrest.

- There's no hurry Mister Simmons.

He's in hospital and not expected to live.

- No! What happened?

- [Heath] He was shot.

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- The airport says that...

(dramatic orchestral music) (clicking)

- [Peter] Are you Inspector Heath?

- I beg your pardon?

- Inspector, this is my brother Peter Brady.

- Oh, the Invisible Man.

How are you, Mister Brady?

- [Peter] How is Holt? - Not so good.

Your sister tells me that he phoned you this morning.

- [Peter] That's right.

He said he'd been framed and was waiting to be arrested.

- Framed? Did he say who by?

- [Peter] Yes, he suspected his Co-Pilot, Sandy Mason.

- Do you know him? - [Peter] No.

- Pick up Mason, bring him to the Yard.

Perhaps you'll come with me, Mister Brady.

I have an idea you could help us, a lot.

- [Peter] Certainly, Inspector.

- I'll get in touch with you here, later.

(dramatic orchestral music) (telephone ringing)

Inspector Heath, he's here?

You got his statement?

All right, send him in right away.

Mister Brady, may I suggest you put down your cigarette?

- [Peter] Okay, Inspector.

(knocking) - Mister Mason, sir.

- Good afternoon Mister Mason, sorry to trouble you.

There are one or two questions I'd like to ask.

(papers shuffling) You known Arthur Holt long?

- Well, I've been flying with him for six months, now.

- Did you ever suspect that he was involved

in anything like this?

- No, no, well, not until just before our last flight home.

- Mmm-hmm, I see here

that an attempt was made on his life in Cairo.

Did you see where the shooting came from?

- No, I was in a shop at the time

and I heard the firing outside.

- Where were you this morning at 11 o'clock?

- Um, I was in bed.

- At eleven o'clock in the morning?

- Well, I was flying all night, Inspector.

- Yes, so you were.

Well, thank you Mister Mason.

If there's anything else we want,

we'll get in touch with you.

- And, will the squad car take me home?

- No, Mister Mason.

If you're in trouble with the bus fare,

they'll oblige you in the office outside.

- Thank you, I can manage.

- Well, Mister Brady, what do think?

- [Peter] Could be.

- Want me to have him followed?

- No, Mister Brady is kindly trailing him for us.

- Oh, it's quite an idea.

- [Peter] Then, I'll be on my way.

- There's no hurry, sir.

They'll keep him stooging around outside

until we give the word.

You'll make careful note of his contacts, of course.

If he is in the dope ring, then it won't be long

before he gets in touch with one of them.

- [Peter] I'll call you as soon as I have

any interesting news.

(chair dragging)

Be seeing you. (door slamming)

(bus rumbling) (cars honking)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Sandy] Picture firm, High Street, Camberwell.

(taxi bell ringing) (doors slamming)

(engine rumbling)

(telephone ringing)

- Inspector Heath. - [Peter] This is Brady, here.

He went straight to his flat, I followed him in.

He took a wad of money from a hiding place

and put in in an envelope.

- Where is he now?

- [Peter] I followed him to a news agency.

He left the envelope with the money

with the man behind the counter.

- Huh, accommodation address, eh?

- [Peter] Yes, that's that I thought.

Someone will be calling for it.

My guess is, it's the pay envelope.

The man that collects it will be the gunman.

- You better get back to the shop.

- [Peter] I'm watching it

through the window of this phone box.

I must go now, I think someone wants to use the phone.

(receiver dropping) (eerie music)

- [Clerk] Thank you. - Thank you.

- [Clerk] Next up.

- Anything for me?

- There you are, sir.

Thank you, sir.

(doors slamming) (dramatic orchestral music)

- Inspector Heath.

- [Peter] This is Brady, the envelope has been collected.

I followed the man.

He's just gone into a restaurant

at the corner of Baker Street.

How about Misses Holt?

- She's on her way here now, in a squad car.

- [Peter] Call the car and tell them

to bring her straight to me.

- What's the idea?

- [Peter] Come right over, and I'll tell you.

Wait just around the far corner of the square.

- I'll be there in five minutes.

- [Peter] Here she comes.

(tires screeching) (doors slamming)

It's me, Katherine.

- Hello, Peter, they said you needed me.

- [Peter] There's a chance

that we've found the man that shot Arthur.

He's in the restaurant around the corner.

If the police arrested him, there'd be no way of proving it.

You are the only witness, but you didn't see him.

- I remember his voice.

I shall never forget it.

- That wouldn't convict him in a court of law.

- [Peter] The gunman himself is the only other person

who was there.

We must make him give himself away.

Did he know you were blind?

- He must have done.

- [Peter] Supposing we were able to convince him

that you could see all the time.

- Well, how on earth can we do that?

- [Peter] You're going to walk

straight into that restaurant, just as if you could see.

Walk straight up to him and accuse him.

- Why, I can get around my own home all right,

but outside I'm lost.

- [Peter] I'll be your eyes.

Come along with me, I'll show you.

(door slamming)

All right, now walk straight ahead,

a little bit to the left, and, here's my car, now

Stop, reach down with your right hand,

open the door, that's it.

We're going to drive round to the restaurant.

- But I can't drive.

- [Peter] You don't have to.

Squeeze over to the right.

Let me get my feet on the controls.

(engine revving)

Now, put your hands on the wheel, that's right.

He's sitting by the window.

He'll see you drive up.

That'll shake him.

(engines groaning)

(eerie music)

He's looking this way.

Look at the flap inside your bag,

as if you were looking in a mirror.

(eerie music)

I'll guide you all the way into the restaurant

and straight up to his table.

Here's the door, had waist high, that's it.

(menacing orchestral music)

- [Katherine] It's you, you're the man!

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

- You're the man who shot my husband.

- You must be mad!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Peter] Now, look as if you're driving.

Make it convincing.

He'll be watching you in the mirror.

(engines rumbling)

- After him, don't let him see we're following him.

(dramatic orchestral music) (engines rumbling)

(tires screeching)

- They told me you were blind.

It's a pity for you, you're not.

(startling discordant music)

(gunshots echoing) (thudding)

(tires screeching)

- Who ratted on me?

- This is private!

You want the general office.

- [Heath] No, Alec Simmons, we want you.

- But, what is this?

- [Heath] Your friend Clark Sparrow has been talking.

- [Alec] Sparrow? - Alias, Andrew Walter.

- Oh, that cheap crook.

- And, your friend Mason.

If it's any comfort for you to know,

you're not the only one to be arrested.

We've got the rest of your ring.

Misses Holt, the doctor has good news for you.

Your husband would like to see you, now.

- Thank you, Peter, for everything.

- [Peter] Goodbye, Katherine.

(peaceful orchestral music)

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