Original subtitles

I am opposed

to the killing of seals when it is

done to make fur coats for women.

I'm even more violently opposed to the killing

of whales, which is a monstrous and a

cruel business.

The fact that the killer whale will swallow

more than 30 seals for breakfast does not

alter my feelings about these noble creatures.

The whale eats the seals from necessity, not

because it wants a fur coat.

I am also, incidentally, opposed to the killing

of people.

But if you must commit murder, then the

best way to do it is with a

pencil and paper.

We writers probably kill more people than all

the gangsters in the kingdom put together.

Here is a nice example of this kind

of homicide.

Got a ship, love?

No.

There's some tea in the pot.

It's getting cold.

I was going to throw it away.

It's a beer I could use.

Better off without it.

You heard of anything?

No, you?

No.

Have a sandwich?

On the house?

It's good of you.

Why didn't you go back on the ship

you came on?

I had an argument with the mate.

I lost.

Hit the crane instead of him.

Needed five stitches.

They sailed without me.

Where did you come from?

Sometimes wonder.

Was born here, brought up there, fostered once,

adopted twice.

So you know where to go to?

No family, no.

Thank you.

Who is it?

Me.

Come on up.

Well?

Nothing.

The ship's coming in and out all the

time.

Those bloody hooters drive me crazy.

There must be something.

Don't you ever listen to the news?

There's a shipping slump.

They're laying up tankers all over the world.

I'd take anything.

Even deckhand, but there's nothing.

Here.

No, I'd do anything, but I won't take

that.

Not from you.

And soon it...

What?

How did

you get into this game?

Me dad liked girls.

When I was ten, me mother used to

send me off on me bike to go

and find his car.

And then go and tell her which girl

he was with.

So I didn't have many illusions.

Hardy.

Self-protection.

Oi.

I don't want any trouble.

I want just your money.

I think I've killed him.

Do you have to smoke all the time?

Drop the knife down a drain.

First place they'll look.

Got it here.

I won it off a guy in the

seaman's club.

A game of gin rummy.

They'll be turning that club inside out till

they trace the knife to me.

Don't you know anyone that could help me?

This is your town, Diane.

You must know someone that could get me

on a ship.

I'll send you a postcard saying I miss

you.

What guys miss you?

What about the drug scene?

Ships, yachts, half the crew under false names.

They've found him.

For now they'll be checking every out-of

work seaman.

Diane, you must know someone.

Well, the man at the top, San Madrid.

San Madrid?

Dope girls gambling, he's in it all.

The trouble is nobody sees San Madrid.

He only talks to mayors and ship owners,

not to bums like you.

Do you know him?

I used to know him once, on and

off.

He was a gentleman, but tough.

Would he remember your name?

I wasn't Diane then.

I was, I was Anna.

Anna did him a favour once.

He said he was with her one night

when he wasn't.

Where would I find him?

Well, he moves around.

You could try a pub called The Grapes.

I'll miss you.

I really will miss you.

That's nice.

But you don't have to say so.

I'll find San Madrid.

Tell him Anna needs a favour.

Hardy.

Good lord.

Hardy.

Just this once, thanks.

Quick build-up down that flank.

Cunningham to Studeke, great play.

Cunningham's on his way.

The flag is up, though.

It won't count.

Cunningham is offside.

But certainly Albion were cut wider than that

by their former winger.

Cunningham's still protesting about that one, as we

see it again.

Was he onside when the ball was struck

by Studeke?

Log it, please.

It looks a doubtful decision.

And Albion immediately under pressure again.

And it's...

Who's playing?

Us.

And Del Bosque fighting for it.

Against Madrid.

Can you turn it down a bit?

Ah, that referee should be certified.

Here's a funny thing.

I came in here to ask you about

a bloke called Madrid.

San Madrid.

San Madrid.

Don't want much, do you?

What do you want him for?

I need a ship.

You're in trouble.

Where do I find him?

We'd all find him.

If he wants you, he'll find you.

I'm a friend of Diane's.

Anna's.

I don't know any Anna.

No Diana.

San Madrid's man is Bill Schaefer.

She couldn't see Schaefer.

Where do I look for him?

He's got a restaurant by the yacht club.

But this time of night, the view is

flat.

He runs midnight poker games with big spenders.

That referee should be lynched in his glasses.

You see, I can tell you something.

What's that?

Just like you are.

Let me cut through Schaefer's door.

Hey, what do you want?

I've come to see Doug Schaefer.

A bit late for deliveries, isn't it?

No delivery.

It's business.

What's your name?

He won't know my name.

Tell him it's about San Madrid.

OK, you can go up.

32.

And no funny business.

You mentioned San Madrid.

Got a message.

You don't need that gun.

You Schaefer.

You're one of San's boys.

I'm a seaman.

Just his taste.

Need a ship.

Got any money?

No.

I'm a friend of Diane's.

Anna.

She said Madrid owed her a favour.

Sam owes no-one favours.

Doug!

I'll be there in a minute.

Just tell me where to find him, that's

all.

This time of night.

Sam will be in bed.

Where?

You're on the run.

It sticks out a mile.

Sam doesn't run charities.

Go on.

You've cleaned me out, Doug.

I am skin.

Better luck next time, eh?

There'll be a next time.

I'll be back.

You can share the elevator with him.

And don't write on the walls.

That guy was crooked.

What do you expect in a place where

the bloke opens the door with a gun?

COUGHS You don't look like one of Schaeffer's

customers.

I came to ask about Sam Madrid.

The man at the top.

Sam Madrid?

The man at the top?

You know Sam Madrid?

Everyone knows Sam Madrid.

I need a ship.

Any ship.

Doesn't matter where it's going.

Madrid will get you out.

If he takes a shine to you, he'll

probably give you 50 quid as well.

Any idea where I'd find him?

With his girl, I suppose.

His girlfriend now.

Who's she?

Estelle.

Estelle Baker.

Lives in the harbour buildings.

It's a kind of a slummy district for

Sam Madrid, isn't it?

Sam likes slumming.

That's his kick.

DOORBELL RINGS Oh, dear.

How do I get out?

Look at that.

I still had one ship left.

I could have played one more hand.

You take it.

Take it for luck.

Who the hell are you?

I've come to see Sam Madrid.

He's not here.

Get lost.

Are you Estelle?

I'm Estelle.

But I haven't seen Sam for a week.

I have to find him.

Look, Buster.

You go, I'll call the cops.

I'm not kidding.

What's the matter with you?

You sick?

I'm in trouble.

Sam was here earlier.

Where did he go?

You don't ask Sam where he goes.

Maybe he's at home.

He goes there once in a while to

collect his mail.

Where's home?

With his wife.

A cow.

Called Maria.

Look, I'm in the address.

Sam doesn't like people to find him.

They either want favours or make trouble.

I'd work for a favour.

He lives under another name.

I'm not telling it to you.

I don't know you're not a cop.

I had a cop come here once.

Dressed like a punk.

Trying to make me talk about someone.

Schaefer sent me.

Schaefer?

Yeah.

He thought Madrid would be here.

I've got a message.

Schaefer didn't want to call in case the

phone was tapped.

You're a cop, you give a good performance.

And cops don't smell us as they haven't

eaten.

OK.

You know the casino they closed down last

year?

Sam's place is just below one of those

big houses.

Along that road with a fence behind gardens.

Number 12.

Bella Vista.

You can't miss it.

Oh, don't tell him I sent you.

Sorry, pal.

You'll have to drop me off.

Here?

Can't pay for any more.

Don't want to con you.

I should be glad you're not going to

mug me.

You keep that.

I'm in a mess, too.

The law?

Mother-in-law.

You won't grab me unless I say so.

I've got a message for Sam Madrid.

Doug Schaefer sent me.

Prove it.

What's the message?

I've come a long way.

I need help.

Are you Maria?

Si, I am Maria.

I need your husband.

I need Sam Madrid.

They told me to come to him because

he's the man at the top.

You want Sam Madrid, eh?

I want him badly.

You are too late.

Sam Madrid is dead.

Someone killed him.

With a knife.

Tonight.

Down by the market.

THE END