Gideon’s Day (aka Gideon of Scotland Yard) 1958 John Ford Jack Hawkins Full Movie HD

My name is George Gideon. I’m a chief inspector
in the commissioner’s office popularly known
as “Scotland yard.” An average day in my life usually begins
at 7:00 in the morning when the milkman
knocks at the door. George! George! It’s quarter past 7:00. I know, I’m late. Have my breakfast ready,
will you darling? I-I’ll just have a boiled egg. Hey! Come out of there! It’s my bath! It’s not yours tonight, pop. This is the day of my concert,
remember? But I don’t want it– Not a very unusual beginning
to any Gideon’s day. Morning, dear. Good morning, darling. I’ve seen you two before. Daddy, you haven’t said
good morning to Tiny Tim. Good morning,
diminutive Timothy. Daddy, I’m the keep
with the food. And you’re a sea lion. Thank you. Oh, George,
while I think of it, could you call in Simmon’s
today and get some salmon? Enough for four people. Salmon? Who’s coming? George. Uncle Dick and Aunt May, of course. You haven’t forgotten we’re all going
to Sally’s concert tonight? Why, on these special occasions, do we have to be
saddled with your two family misfortunes I’ll never understand–
– George! They would be dreadfully hurt
if we didn’t ask them– All right, all right, dear.
I’ll join you if I can. Well, do try hard,
won’t you, dear? For Sally’s sake? It was bad enough that when you
had to miss their school play. Silly old burglar. House-breaker. House break in the daytime.
Burglar is at night. Good, he’s learning. Oh, for heaven’s sake,
don’t encourage the child. One policeman
in the family is enough. See what I mean? I’ll get it, mother! Hello? Oh. I’ll get him. Father. For you. The day thou god gavest, lord,
is starting. Gideon here. Yes. Beat it. Hello, Birdie. What have you got for me? Yeah? Uh-huh. Kir– Kirby? Are you sure of that? You know me. There’s only one kind
of lark I ever squeal on. Now when it comes to that,
I don’t make no mistakes. Yeah, he’s the bloke. I say, gov’, I could
do with a bit of readies. Well, I could be outside
Aldywich station. At 5:30. All right, I’ll fix it. Ah. You will?
A car, gov. I’ll be there. Right. Anything wrong, dad? Get the car out, Sally. Hurry up, you kids.
I’m off. Daddy, you said you’d… Yes, all right.
Another time, get along. Aren’t you going
to finish your breakfast? Oh, what about those
concert tickets? I’d better take mine in case
I have to go straight there. I told Sally to hold
onto yours just in case. All right, you two.
Off you go, into the car. You won’t forget the salmon,
will you, George? – What?
– The salmon, dear. Oh! No, no, I won’t, love. And do try
to be home early. Kate, I wish you’d get rid of the idea that I’m some sort of eager beaver who goes around looking for jobs. And believe it or not, there is nothing I like
less than working overtime. I’m sorry, dear. So am I. – Bye.
– Bye-bye, darling. Sally! Oh, dad. Let me drive? No, no, no.
I’m in a hurry. We all have to suffer just
’cause something’s gone wrong. Sit down. What? I’m don’t know
what you’re talking about. Ooh. Red light, pop. Didn’t you see
the lights against you, sir? Yes, it’s all right.
There was nothing coming. That doesn’t alter
the fact that you committed an offense. May I see your license, please? This isn’t a driving license, sir. Do you know what it is? Certainly, sir.
It’s a warrant card. You’re chief inspector Gideon, of the flying squad, I believe. So? May I please see your driving license? You’re not presuming
to blister my father? The law, Ms. Gideon–
it is, Ms. Gideon? Allows no distinction
between high-ranking police officers and other members of the public. The law allow me
to call you a pompous puppy? Now, now, be quiet, Sally.
This child– officer is just doing his duty. Even if it is an obvious waste
of busy people’s time. I’m afraid I shall have to
report you for a summons, sir. No comment. See you tonight, Sally. – Goodbye, love.
– Bye, dad. Oh, dad, wait! Constable. See this gets without fail to Chief Inspector Gideon
at Scotland yard. Richard Strauss! Don Juan, of course. Why of course? Has to be. Who plays the violin solo? I do. Excuse me, but… Are members of the public admitted? The college allows
no distinction between them and low-ranking police officers. This is Scotland Yard. And I bet, as usual, I can’t find a place to park my car. Yes? Your man is on his way up
and he’s fuming. I knew it. I knew it. Woke up with an ache in the big toe. Sure sign of trouble ahead. Bless you, sweetie. Old man has turned up in a tizzy. You have been warned. Can we get the coffee– oh, sit down!
The war is over. It’s bad enough to have to face that ridiculous mustache every morning. What are you grinning at? Snotty-nosed kids of 15, 16,
and you’d pick… – Get me Kirby! I want him here at once.
– Sending up! Kirby! Detective Sergeant Kirby. G.G. Pronto. Kirby? Praise the Lord,
from whom all blessings flow. It couldn’t happen to a better louse. May I? Good morning, sir. Good morning. All right. Put it down there. You sent for me, sir? Yes. I sent for you, Kirby, to tell you a thing or two. I sent for you to tell you
you’re a living disgrace to the criminal investigation department and the metropolitan police, generally. I’ve 25 years in the force, and I’ve met some fools
and a few knaves and here and there an occasional rat. You are one of the rats, one of the worst I’ve come across. I’d like to see you exterminated. You’re a renegade and a traitor. And if you were
in the army, you’d be shot and I’d be pleased to pull the trigger. Who the devil
do you think you’re talking to? At the moment
to Detective Sergeant Eric Kirby C.I.D, but you won’t call
yourself that for long. Chief Inspector,
may I ask you what you’re accusing me of? If you want it in simple terms, I’m accusing you of accepting bribes and so deliberately
failing to carry out your duty. – Now look here!
– There’s no use your denying it! I know who’s been
paying you and I know why. Do you want to know how I know? Because an honest crook told me. A crook who doesn’t
blink at cracking a safe or doing a smash and grab, but when it comes
to selling dope to kiddies– He’s lying! There was no dope! All right. You didn’t know
they were selling reefers at Lukie’s. You just thought it was a question of selling drinks after hours. How much better
of a policeman are you for that? You had a job to do, and if you’d kept your eyes open, you’d have seen what was going on. Even I’d like to believe that you didn’t know about the dope. Well, of course I didn’t. I didn’t know about
the selling drink after hours, either. Kirby, you haven’t even
got the sense not to lie about it. I suppose you’ve got to lie. Suppose you think it’s the only way you hope to save yourself. And Lukie will lie too. Not that it’ll do him any more good than it’ll do you. I’ll have him inside tonight, so if he hasn’t
yet paid you up to date, you– Lukie has never paid me a penny! You said somebody has
put the squeak on me. I want to know who it was. One makes splendid enemies
in this kind of job. I know the kind who’ll
squeal about a thing like that. I know the kind that’ll
squeal to you, too. Old lags!
Scum, who should be on the inside. And would be if you
did your job properly. But, oh, no.
You let them stay out to put the squeal on others.
Think I don’t know? Think I don’t know
that the name of Gideon stinks in the West End? I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean that. It’s been a bit of a shock. I withdraw that remark, sir. But I give you my word,
I’ve never once taken a bribe from Lukie or from anyone else! You’ve been
misinformed, sir. I swear it. Kirby, I don’t rely
on one single informant. It may interest you to know that I’ve… Had you watched. – You’ve had me watched?
– Mm-hmm. And this information only confirms
what I’ve suspected for several weeks. I know enough now to suspend you
from duty as from this moment. And I have no doubt when I’ve
seen the chief, a charge will follow. – Now get out.
– You can’t prove what isn’t– you can’t prove what isn’t true! I’ve wasted enough time
with you. Now, get out. Kirby, what made you do it? I didn’t do it. You’ve been wasting
your time, all right– and you better watch your step, Gideon. Or I’ll– I’ll get you for
defamation of character. Well, the two sharpest
pairs of ears in London wouldn’t have missed a word. You surprised? Not at all together. I never thought he’d sink to that. And what about you, Gully? I never did trust a man who wears that kind of a waistcoat, sir. But didn’t anything
he say strike either of you as significant? “I never took a bribe
from Lukie… Or anyone else.” And “anyone else” was phony. Well, if you take
a bribe from one, why not a few others? Exactly.
And we know he took it from Lukie. Now, if the others don’t involve dope, I don’t think we
shall get anything more out of Birdie. These stories about
Birdie’s daughter, sir– is there any truth in them? Yeah. Pro at 16. Dopey two years later. They buried her before she was 20. That makes Birdie
the most valuable contact we’ve got when it comes to dope peddling. You better pull in Lukie, right away. I can’t afford to have
Birdie carved up. Get “G” division on the blower. Right.
“G” division. Oh, uh, here are the new
inquiries, sir. Anything important? I haven’t had a chance
to go through them, yet. Nothing very disturbing. Just smash and grabs and– Why do they always
have to serve cold tea? I don’t know, sir. Another prisoner
hoofed it from Dartmoor. Oh, is it anyone we know? No. And a bloke found shot
in the Palace Hotel. Did it himself. Well, that was very tidy of him. Yes. Mostly chicken-feed. “G” division on the line. Harry? Frank Liggot. Anymore pay snatchers? No, sir. Thank heaven for small mercies. Bit on the early side, sir? Yes, but it is Friday. Few more jobs like that
and the papers’ll get— wh-what is the press
like this morning? Most malignant, I thought, sir. Oh, am I supposed
to be surprised at that? I’ve sent your warning out
again, sir, to all the banks. Yes, some silly bloke’ll still send a small boy on a bicycle to catch a bag full of fivers. Chief Inspector Gideon’s office. Yes? Oh, that place near Manchester? Yes, I’ve got it. A girl of eighteen? The usual? Nasty one. Yes, ‘fraid there’s
not much to go on there. Right. Keep us posted. Girl of eighteen found murdered just
outside Manchester. There’s a chap they got in mind, but the possible
description is very vague. Not much use to us. They say he’s headed for London. Well, let’s hope he gets here. And I think I’ll have another chat with Birdie Sparrow. I might get a few
more peeps out of him. You know Birdie
has got a job now, sir? Oh, yes, of course. You told me. You have any idea where? St. Ethelburga in the marsh. Well, that’s a church. Are you kidding? It’s true, sir.
He’s got a job as a caretaker. He gave you as his reference. That saucy– The vicar rang us up, sir. And you recommended him? But certainly, sir. The vicar was most
anxious to have someone who really needed reforming. He got him. Go on ya little– Go on, I said. Because if
I catch ya, I’ll give ya somethin’… Good morning, Mr. Small. Oh, good morning, Ms. Courtney. Mr. Small, you–
you’ve got a dirty mark on your chin. Huh? And your clothes! Good gracious! – What have you been doing?
– I fell down! Here. Let me do this. Hold this. Thank you. – Lick.
– Huh? Lick. There. Falling down at your– age. I was tripped, Ms. Courtney. May as well admit it. I’m a failure.
A hopeless, miserable failure. There is just nothing
I can do with them. Those boys again? I suppose I’m just not cut out
for the job, that’s all. Just a patronizing, blundering,
well-meaning idiot. – Oh but you’re–
– If I was round them, I’d probably do exactly the same. I’d laugh as well as the next man. – Well if they–
– How can I hope to gain their respect when I’m just a figure of fun?
If they only knew what I know about you– You know how I feel
about that, Ms. Courtney. But Mr. Small, you’ve got to
meet them on their own ground. Brought up in this neighborhood, they’re, most of them, little savages. But if you let them once know
that their club leader once fought in the commandos,
did all this– No, Ms. Courtney.
No. You’ll never shake my stand on that. If you’d seen what I had,
you’d know that war is far too horrible ever to,
well, to be used as a means of winning cheap popularity. – Mr. Small–
– No, no, please, Ms. Courtney. It was because of the war
that I took holy orders. And I’m not going back
on those ghastly years to try to cut a glamorous figure now. I’d sooner remain what I am, a figure of fun. Sissy Small. Got the coppers, come on, cheese it. – Well, were you wanting me, officer?
– No, no, no. – I came for a word with Birdie.
– Birdie? Oh, um, Mr. Sparrow.
Oh, there he is. – Oh, well, I do hope that there’s nothing wrong.
– Oh, no, no, no. You’ve got a very good man
in Birdie Sparrow. Oh, yes, yes indeed, officer. – Oh, well, mister…
– Uh, Gideon. – Uh, Gideon.
– Miss Courtney. – Good morning.
– How do you do? Well, now, if you’ll excuse me… Oh, sure, yes, yes.
I’ll only be a couple of minutes. “Good man,” hey? Hoo! Don’t let anyone know
that a cop would ever call me that. Oh, you’re all right, Birdie,
just a little bit bent. That’s all. Now, move over. Yeah, all right,
come on, sit down, sit down. That’s very kind of you. Yeah, well…
Hey, hey. I hope you know where you are.
This is a church. Well, figures. The company I’m in. Huh. Well, what you come here for? Have a few words with you, a few more than
we had on the telephone. Ah, well, I ain’t got
nothing to add to that. You’re sure I can’t persuade you to wag that wicked old tongue– You’re only wasting your time. Well, that’s nothing new for me. Another case of flogging dope,
and I’ll tell you. Dope, yes, but I don’t
squeal about nothing else. You know that. Oh, yes, I know that, Birdie, but supposing there’s
somebody who doesn’t. I’d lay odds that Lukie wasn’t the only one to bribe Kirby. Supposing the boys
with the razors heard that you’d started singing. Yeah, well, uh, look, I,
I can look after myself. – They all say that.
– Good morning! Oh, good morning. Are you a friend of Herbert’s? – Uh, uh–
– No, that’s me. Oh, yes, yes,
I know who that was. Are you fond of Gothic architecture? Yes, very, but I’m afraid I haven’t
time at the moment to… – Lovely, isn’t it?
– Oh, yes, absolutely delightful. You’ll find me in the vestry,
if you want me, Herbert. Well, yes, and Vicar… Now, Herbert, Give. Give, give. – Sir!
– No. What is it, Duke? Pay snatch, sir. – Where?
– Hoben. Watch yourself, Birdie. Pay snatches are one
of our biggest headaches. This time the boys really had a nerve– A pay snatch in the heart of London. Oh, good morning, sir. Oh, yes. Who are you? Acme, Acme Carlisle. Charlie’s brother. You know the one that
usually drives for you? Well, yeah, bit of
bad luck Charlie had. – Had a smash-up on the way in.
– What, smashed? Is he hurt? Oh, no, no. Nothing serious.
Not with Charlie, really. Except the car’s a bit bent, you know. He phoned me at the garage
and asked me to bring another one. Yes, yes, I see.
Uh, you’ve got a card? Card? Oh, yes.
I always carry a card. There you are. – The name’s on there.
– Oh, yes. I see. Thank you very much. Oh, no, sir. Not in the front, sir. You go in the back seat. – Oh, thank you.
– Right, me lord. – Right in the back.
– Thank you very much. What’s the trouble, here? Driver! Driver! Oh, just my luck, gov’nor. Bloke out front’s gone and broken down. I’m afraid we’ll have
to back out. Do you mind? What are you doing in here?
This is a private car. By the time that I arrived on the scene, the local boys had done their stuff– photographs, fingerprints,
and the usual routine. – Hello, George.
– Hi, Gil. How are you? Have a look right here. Great. There’s about 50,000
in the street, I think. Well, now think.
What kind of a car was it? It was a green car, I think. It might have been blue. I, uh… I don’t know what make it was. And the driver, sir, the chap in
the other car, did you get a look at him? I don’t think I really noticed him, no. Oh, take it easy. How you been, Gil? – Well, all right, you know.
– How’s Lucy? Well, she’s fine, when it
comes to the old knickknack. What a bit of luck, here. Sally’s got a concert tonight. I hope I’m going to make it. It beats me how he fell for it. I mean, a perfectly strange
person turns up to bring him from the bank. I mean, didn’t he suspect anything? Well, chummy type.
Had the right bonafides. It wasn’t till he turned
down here that Walker felt there was something fishy about it. Hmm, yes. Fishy. Oh, that’s reminding me.
I’ve got an errand to do. I’ll be seeing you, Gil.
Duke! Still not back? Out on his blasted haircut,
I suppose. No, sir. We’ve just had
another pay snatch. I know we’ve just had
another pay snatch. I want someone to remember
to tell me for a change. Ah, there you are. Sorry.
I had a bit of a morning. – What the devil have you got there?
– Well, it’s salmon. – It stinks.
– Well, they said it was fresh– I don’t know how you can afford
things like it on police pay. Who’s been bribing you? What on earth have you got here? I brought a… Shot it, you know. You’ve, um…
Have you got a match? You heard about “K”? Yes. Nasty business.
I’m hopping mad. It’s the first time it’s
happened in my department. Well, the newspapers will
make a nasty smell about it. We’ve had a bad press,
lately, George. You know he lives at Westwood Court? Does he? Fresh salmon address. Ha-ha! I think I’ll go
and take a look-see. Unless he’s married
to a wealthy wife, it’ll take a bit of explaining. Hey, gov. Oh. Oh, sorry. What are you going to do with it? – Hang it. – Where?
– There. Ooh. Now, come along you chaps. Get this thing organized. All right, take the strain.
That’s right. Oh, Mrs. Kirby? – Oh, yes?
– I’m Chief Inspector Gideon. I suspect your husband’s
mentioned me. – Yes. Won’t you come in?
– Thank you. Has something happened to Eric? Oh, no, no, no. He’s quite well.
As a matter of fact, I rather expected to find him here. But, I don’t understand. He went off to work
as usual this morning. Oh, yes, yes. I’ve seen him. Mrs. Kirby, you asked if
anything had happened to your husband. I’m afraid it has.
He’s in serious trouble. He’s been suspended from duty
for accepting bribes. – I don’t believe it.
– I’m afraid there isn’t any doubt. I only wish that I hadn’t
got to break it to you. Where is Eric? What does he say? Well, he denies it, of course. He hasn’t been charged yet. Oh, then you’re not certain. I am quite certain. But there is a way that you
might possibly be able to help him. – What?
– If you can explain certain things. What sort of things? Well, this flat, for instance. I mean, I know very little
about furniture, but I can recognize
expensive stuff when I see it. And I also know the rents they
charge here in Westwood Court, rather more than a detective
sergeant could earn in a year. Yes, well, this flat is mine,
and all the things in it. I have means of my own. Quite considerable means. Yes, quite considerable means. Not that it’s any business of yours. Oh, no. Of course not.
But I’m very glad, indeed, to hear it. You must understand, Mrs. Kirby, the last thing I want is to see
a member of my department standing in the dock of the Old Bailey. So the less circumstantial
evidence they can produce against your husband,
the better pleased I shall be. You can show proof, of course,
that you have all this money. Well we, we haven’t that much left now. We spent it nearly all. Yes, but I mean,
you can prove you had it. – I mean, your bank statements would show that.
– What, I, I… Yes, I’m afraid you haven’t been
telling me the truth, Mrs. Kirby. You’ll know now,
I don’t blame you, believe me. I should expect my wife to try
to talk me out of a mess like this. Is there any reason that Eric
shouldn’t have private means? Just because he chose to be a policeman? Not at all, but why not say so at once? Eric’s been betting, Mr. Gideon. I didn’t want to tell you
because I thought it might be against the rules in his job.
– Oh, no, no. And he’s been winning, too.
He’s had a lot of luck. Quite big sums. Always in cash, of course. Yes. At the dog race tracks. He went one night, to the White
City, with only a few pounds, and he came back with about 300. – Oh, really?
– Yes. Eric’s a gambler, Mr. Gideon. He’s been playing it up. There’s some men he met with, and he’s been getting
information from them. Why, I know they’re not the sort
of people a policeman really ought to be friendly with, but, there’s nothing criminal about it. Always at the White City? No, he also went to Wembley,
I think it was. Oh, and some other tracks, um, Stamford Bridge.
He won over 100 pounds. No, I’m sorry, Mrs. Kirby.
It won’t do, you see, every night, for the past four weeks, I’ve had your husband watched,
and not once in that time has he been anywhere near a dog race track.
– But he swore to be. Then he’s been lying. And I’m sure that neither of us can believe
that he won those sums of money at places like Sardony’s or the Capricorn Club. What are you talking about? Those are the sort of tracks
he’s been visiting. Expensive restaurants and
night clubs in the West End and, I’m sorry to say,
usually accompanied by a woman. Get out of here! – You weren’t that woman?
– Get out! Now look, Mrs. Kirby.
Look, for your husband’s sake if there was another woman, you must tell me.
– Get out of here! Can’t you see that she may be
tied up with him in these charges. – And, if you–
– I don’t need to listen to you. Get out, with all your
filthy lies and tricks. You framed him!
I can see it all, now. I suppose he’s managed
to get something on you. Is that it? He always did say
you were a dirty twister. I told you to get out of here. Mrs. Kirby, I’ve got some bad news
for you, the worst. – He’s dead.
– Yes. He– he killed himself.
It’s all your doing. No, no, he was run down
by a car 20 minutes ago. It was all over, quickly,
I’m glad to say. Is there something I can do,
somebody I could telephone? Just leave me alone, please. It’s useless to say “I’m sorry,” but I do mean it. – You saw Mrs. Kirby, sir?
– Yeah. – Rugged end?
– Yeah, it was. Oh, they found a girl
who saw Kirby run down, sir, a typist looking out
of her office window. Did she hear any
brakes being jammed on? Well, they didn’t say.
They’re bringing her here. Well, that’s the first thing
to find out when she gets here. – Well, no sound of brakes could mean deliberate–
– Yep. Murder. Manchester think they know who
bumped off that girl up there, sir. Chap who’s done a bunk
from a mental home. He’s a Londoner, name of Arthur Sayer. Um, beg your pardon, sir,
may I suggest I take that jacket and have it cleansed? Thank you, sir. No, not today. Hello, Rosie. Why, it’s Arthur Sayer. Goodness, gracious, after all this time. What in the world have you
sprung from? Come in. Come on, Arthur. Where in the world
have you sprung from? Manchester. I’ve been working
up north these past five years. Five years, is it? How time flies. Oh, this is Dolly.
Dolly, it’s Uncle Arthur. You remember uncle Arthur.
He had that front room. Oh yes, I remember Uncle Arthur. I’m going to wash my hair now, mum. Hurry up, love, and do it. Come on and have a cup of tea with us. Come and sit down, love. You don’t look a day older, Rosie. You look as if you’ve been up all night. Well, I’ve been traveling.
I’ve got one of my awful headaches. What’s you wants a nice cup of tea and a couple of aspirins. I was just popping out to
the stores for a cauliflower. You remember how partial
Jim is to cauliflowers. How is Jim? Oh, he’s fine.
A bit older, like all of us. Only two more years
and he gets his pension. Rosie, I’ve been to hospital. Oh. I’ve only just come out. Oh. Well, you make
yourself comfortable. Have that nice cup of tea
and a couple of aspirins, and I won’t be a jiffy. Hurry, Dolly.
I’ll be back in a bit. In a matter of seconds,
a general call was put out all over London. That all? Right. – You heard that, hmm?
– Yes, sir. – Pretty loathsome–
– I don’t get it. An ordinary,
straightforward murder, I can understand, but kids… When you’ve got kids
of your own, the same age. Give me a match, will you? Well, at any rate, he won’t get far. We hope.
Where’s Frank? Over in the waiting room with the
young secretary who saw Kirby run down. Well, if she’s there,
I better butt in on that. The man came in here, carrying a parcel. That’s right.
He’s in the one in attendance. Why? What’s he done? Miss? Are you Arthur Sayer? Yes, I’m Arthur Sayer, Arthur Alexander Sayer. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to do it. I couldn’t help it,
I didn’t want to do it. It’s my head. Dr. Jennings up in Manchester.
He can tell ’em. When I get one of my headaches– Come on, dry yourself. I want to go back to hospital. All right, come on now. I’m Arthur Sayer,
Arthur Alexander Sayer. Dr. Jennings!
Give them to me. If you ask Dr. Jennings,
he can tell you that I’ve… No, come again. He’s got him? And it is definitely Sayer? Arthur Sayer? Well, that’s a relief. What is this bright, young
officer’s name? Farn–
Farnaby-hyphen-Green? Well, you better send him along,
he can write his report here. Right. Yes, I’ll go along
and see the mother myself. Right. Well, I suppose this
is what we’re paid for. Well, all right. Mrs. Saparelli. I just wanted to tell you
that we’ve caught him. Have you? Yes, we’ve made certain of that. If there’s anything I can do, your husband or your… No. You’ve been very good. All of you police are. Jim’s on his way. Very good. Nothing anyone can do now. Nothing anyone can do. That was that. We had to pass my home
on the way back to the Yard, so I decided to call
on Kate for some lunch. Kate, dear! Well, crime must be in a bad way. On the contrary, crime is flourishing, so much so that
we haven’t had time for lunch. Get the beer. George. George,
where’s my salmon? Don’t tell me you forgot. You don’t mean to say
you’ve forgotten the salmon? – Salmon? Me?
– Yes. Oh.
Oh, I’m sorry, Kate. I didn’t know we had the pleasure. Beer, George? Oh, George, it’s too bad
of you. I wanted– It’s at the office,
but I doubt very much that I’ll get back in time, now. If only you’d forget
that confounded bowler and think of the salmon– Uh-oh. Yes, Gully. Speaking. Today?
Well, they assured me it wouldn’t be before
Monday at the earliest. All right. They brought forward
the Cunningham case. I’ve got to go and get my evidence at Old Bailey this afternoon. Oh, George. Oh, drink up, boys. We’ll have to eat this lot in the car. Duke, I want to call up
the Yard on the way. Thank you, Kate.
Thanks for the beer. – All right, goodbye.
– Kate dear, it’ll take a miracle to get me home by 7:00, now. We better meet at the concert. Have you got your ticket? – Ticket?
– For the concert, dear. Oh. Sally forgot to– This is one of those days,
all right. Well, never mind.
She can leave it at the door. Sorry about the salmon. It’s all right. I’ll manage. Hello, sir.
The chief’s been after you again. Yeah, I know.
I ducked him in the presses. I’ve got to be at
the old Bailey in ten minutes. What’s new? Oh, photographic sent this down. It’s a tire print,
the car they used in the pay snatch. Oh, what a pretty picture. The clever boys say
it’s a Michelin 550 by 16. Yes, there’s only 20,000
other motorists using it. Um, what’s this?
Kirby’s stuff? Yes, nothing, sir. Yes, I suppose I better go
and pacify the chief. Oh, and P.C. Farnaby-Green
here to report, sir. Farnaby?
Oh, the Sayers, yes. On your feet, lad. Chief Inspector Gideon. Come on. Sorry, sir, you wanted me? At last.
Had a good lunch? I haven’t had lunch yet. Then what the devil
have you been doing? I can’t remember. Look, sir.
I’m due in court in five minutes. Leaving one pay snatch
totally un-cracked, one hit-and-run killing
enshrouded in mystery– and one highly dangerous
sex murderer in the can. After he’d been handed
to you on a silver platter. Fine day, George. Yes, unfortunately,
it’s not yet over. Look, sir, I’ve got that young copper
outside who spotted Sayer. – I thought, perhaps, a pat on the back from you–
– All right. Well, don’t over do it, though. He had the gall
to blister me this morning. One of them gave me
a summons the other day. – Faulty parking, says he.
– Come on in. P.C. Farnaby green, sir. You? Well, not the same. The very same. Two minutes after
I’d left my blasted car. You must admit, sir,
it was obstructing the traffic. I’ll admit nothing of the kind. I’m saving my arguments
for that blasted beak, Sir Cecile Birkenshaw. You’re not up in front of him? The old tide himself. – And the devil of it is he was my fag at school.
– Uh-oh. – Excuse me, sir.
– Huh? I think you may find Sir Cecile in a sympathetic frame of mind. My poor boy, nobody gets
sympathy in his court. The only thing is, sir… He had a summons himself this morning. Old Birkenshaw?
What, from you? Yes, sir. What for? Permitting… His dog to follow the footway. It would seem
this young man’s quite a lion hunter. Hmm. I think we must see that he is not put on a beat
near Buckingham Palace. A new end to the day.
Fine morning’s work today. Well done, Farnaby green.
Keep it up. Congratulations. – Thank you.
– All right. Well, you better pop along,
commit your piece of perjury, and I’ll be here if you– Hello, yes? Yeah, yes, he is.
Just a moment. Hello? Yes, Henry. No, no, no. I can’t possibly
come over at the moment. I’m due in court. You sure? I’ll be right up. I’ll see you later. – Sir?
– Nice work, well done. Sir? What is it? Right here,
I had a couple of color prints made. Well, I’ve seen this before. Yes, but having all these
nice pretty colors, concentrate on those markings. Now compare them to the tarmac just right of poor Kirby’s neck. Henry, you’re right. If that wasn’t made
by the same tire, I’ll eat my hat. This ties up Kirby with
the pay snatch boys. You can’t tell me
it was a coincidence they ran him down. Find that tire,
and you can notch up another murderer. Yes, look, tell all this
to Liggot, will you? Put the old man out of his misery. Oh, just a minute, George,
before you go. I’m due at the Old Bailey. Chief Inspector George Gideon. Chief Inspector George Gideon. Inspector George Gideon. Chief Inspector George Gideon? Chief Inspector Gideon? Inspector Gideon? Chief Inspector Gideon,
there’s no excuse for any witness to be late in court, least of all a police witness. I’m very sorry– I said there’s no excuse. I can’t lend my ears
to any attempt of yours to fabricate one. I’m assured you had,
uh, plenty of notice the time you were required here. I’m now going to, uh, express my profound disapproval
of your dilatory conduct. If it please your lordship,
I should like to place on record my own deep regret.
– Hmm. Take the book in
the right hand and read. I swear by almighty God the evidence
I shall give the court shall be the truth,
and the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,
so help me God. George Gideon, Chief Inspector,
Commissioner’s office. Exhibit five. Now, were you present,
Chief Inspector, at Cannon Row Police Station
on the 24th of June last, when the prisoner made
that statement you now hold, and did he make that
statement voluntarily of his own free will,
and without duress? Yes. No questions, my lord. That was all they wanted me for. Of course, now and then,
we have a break of luck. This was one of those occasions. Mrs. Kirby, sir. Oh. Mr. Gideon’s out at the moment. I’m his assistant. My name’s Liggot. Eric–
I’ve heard Eric talk of you. Mr. Liggot, was my husband murdered? Please, sit down. What makes you think
he might have been? To get run down by a car just after– You may as well know it now. Eric’s been mixing lately with some very shady characters. I don’t know who they were.
He wouldn’t say. Insisted it was all part of his job. But I could tell he was frightened. You, uh, you didn’t
tell Mr. Gideon this? No. Well, it doesn’t matter now,
admitting I–I lied. I’ve been very worried lately about… The company Eric was keeping. Lets face it. I’m two or three years
older than Eric, and… There was another woman. Milk and sugar. I’d like Mr. Gideon to hear this. He should be back
at any moment now. Is it possible for you
to wait for him? I’ll do anything you wish. I’ll be back in a moment. She’s here. Yes, so I see. What goes? She admits she tried to lead
you up the garden path. Kirby was in with some right villains who scared the pants off him. She doesn’t know who they were, but she thinks they bumped him off. Well, so do I.
What else? He was cheating on her, all right. Oh, Gully, I want
the Duke up here. Right, sir. This all you found in Kirby’s pockets? No, nothing here.
Odds and bits. Mabel, the Duke.
Right away. If you were cheating your wife, either of you– are you blushing, frank? What? Certainly not. Oh, yes you are.
Isn’t he, Gully? Like a beet root, sir. Yes, well, I won’t
make it personal but, if one was cheating one’s wife,
where would one keep, say, letters from the other lady? You know my wife, sir. Nowhere short of the Bank of England. I was fishing for
practical suggestions. I suggest, um, Scotland Yard, sir. Scotland. His locker. Gully, remind me to get you
a promotion some time. Then you can kick me in the pants when I have one of these blind spots. – And get my home, will you?
– Sir. Oh, Duke. I’ve just remembered
that money for Birdie Sparrow. Take this downstairs, will you, and draw £25 from
the information account. – That was always–
– Yes, yes, that’s right. And, uh, Duke?
Slip it to them quietly. Hello, Kate. Hmm, well, it’s just as I thought.
I’ll never make it home. No. Well, yeah, yes I know that Uncle dick and Auntie May
will think I’ve done it on purpose as usual, but– Oh, wait a minute. The other phone’s
ringing, dear. Hold on. Inspector Gideon’s office. Gideon here. Yeah. You have? Splendid! – The getaway car?
– Yeah. Yes, complete with the tire
that made the tracks. Now listen, when the owner turns up, I want you to pump him dry. I want every single detail
how that car was pinched. It’s absolutely essential
we found out who stole it. Yeah, I’m very grateful, Inspector. Keep in touch. Found abandoned in West Hamstead.
What have we got there? Something else to please you.
No letters in Kirby’s locker, but I think that might do even better Ooh, not bad, eh. Fetch Mrs. Kirby in here. Not bad at all. What do you think, Gully? – Look at that, that’s–
– Are you still there? Oh.
Sorry darling. No, no, of course I didn’t forget.
How could I? Yes, it was just
something important turned up. No, look, we won’t waste the–
the what? Salmon– oh, fish!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, I, I won’t forget it. No.
I’ll be seeing you. Mrs. Kirby, sir. Oh, good afternoon. I want you to look at this photograph. Do you recognize that woman? Yes. You can definitely identify that that was the person
you saw with your husband. – Yes
– Oh, please. Uh, we shall need that. I’m sorry. That’s all for now, Mrs. Kirby. And, thank you. I’m sorry, my dear. Thank you. You will be at the same address if we should want you
for any further– I’ll do anything
you say as long as you get that–
the one who killed Eric. Mind the door. Well, even a copper
has to eat occasionally. So I slipped across the road
to the local pub for a pork pie and a sausage. Here, at least, I knew
I could sit down quietly and think about the day’s work over a pint of beer. Ah, Mr. Gideon. Excuse me, sir.
Mr. Gideon. Mr. Gideon,
you remember me, don’t you? Yes, Mrs. Birdie Sparrow. – That’s right.
– You want a drink? Well, that’s very nice of you. I’ll have a glug of gin,
if you please. Gin for the lady, please. Large or small? Uh, large, if you please. And a large half of half and half
to chase it down. Thank you. It’s a long time since
I’ve had the pleasure. Yes, he, uh, he told me
you were in here, the fellow at the door.
– Oh, he did, did he? Well, here’s mud in your eye. [That was a bit mild, wasn’t it? What are you doing in these parts? Mr. Gideon, they’re after–
they’re after Birdie. – Who are?
– Well, that Feeney for one. – Oh, yes.
– And, Simmo. And you know what that
means as well as I do. Carries a razor, he does. Wouldn’t mind half a crown for every geezer he’s sliced up. Now, look. I saw… I saw Birdie this morning,
and I warned him, but he said he could
look after himself. I know, I know, Mr. Gideon. Birdie would never go
to the police for protection. That’s the last thing
Birdie would ever do. Mr. Gideon, lock him up. Lock him up for his own protection until it blows over.
– All right, all right, I will. …the poor little bleeder’s
last stop. You’ll do it? – God love ya, Mr. Gideon.
– No. Look, get yourself
wrapped around there, will you? Oh, the nice man. Another glug of gin, if you please. There you go, dear. And another pour is six-three, sir. There you go, dear. Is the Duke back, yet?
I want him here at once. Right, sir. Portraits of the lady in question, sir. I’m afraid they’re not
quite dry, yet. Now, if you don’t mind,
I think I’ll go to– the Capricorn Club– see if the woman’s known there. But sir, I’ve–
I have a date– at the Capricorn Club. – Good night.
– Oh. Oh, hello, Duke.
You see Birdie? Yes, sir. I gave it to him. Well, I want him again,
for keeps this time. I want you to pop him in the can for the Cheyne Walk job. The Cheyne Walk job?
You’re kidding. Birdie had nothing to do with that. I know. But I want him in
the hoosegow overnight. Finney and the razor boys
are after him. All right, Duke.
Get on with it. Any trouble in finding him,
try Saint Ethelbert’s in the marsh. – What?
– Oh, sorry sir. No, that’s all right.
I should have thought of it myself. – Bucking for my job, hey?
– Oh, no, sir. You’re welcome to it. Um, get my wife, will you? Oh, no. On second thought,
I don’t think I dare. One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Hey! Mr. Smalls! Hey! Mr. Smalls! Wait.
Mr. Smalls, they want me. What is it, Abbot?
What’s wrong? What do you want?
What are you doing here? No trouble, Reverend.
No trouble at all. Just want to slice an ear off
that little squealer there, that’s all. Watch it, gov’nor!
The razor, the razor! Right, Simmo? Right. Jonathan! – Who are you?
– Flying squad, Scotland Yard. Well take your hats off. And get these fellows out of here. – One of the razor boys.
– Come on, get them out. All right, come on.
Come on, up you get. Come on, kids.
Come on. Come along, Birdie,
you’re coming with us. Come along. I’m– I’m innocent.
Gov’nor, look– – Come along, birdie.
– I’ve been framed. What do they want with Herbert? All right, you kids.
Inside. Come on. Come on. Get a move on, there.
Down the stairs. That’s it. Go on, off it. Oh, it’s quite a crowd
for boy’s club tonight. And we’re all going to have some cake. Good evening, sir. Gideon. No, no.
Hello, Duke? Good, good. Th– Uh, w–wait a minute.
What did you say? The curate? Just a second,
the other phone is ringing. Hello? Yeah, Frank. Yeah? Yep. Yeah, look,
hold on a second, will you? I’m busy
on the other line. Yep. No, no. Well, let Birdie go free. Mm-hmm. Oh, no.
Bring the other two here. We’ll have a nice
friendly chat, hmm? Right. Yeah? I’m at the Capricorn now, sir. Oh, they know
her here, all right. Yes. Her name’s Delafield. Mrs. Joanna Delafield. Yes. She lives at 9 Leely Place.
Chelsea. Yes, Chelsea. Good work, good work. Yeah, no, you better come back here. Yeah, I know you’ve got a date. Yeah, so have I. But I’ve got mine with
my daughter, though. Mm-hmm.
All right, be seeing you. Oh! Mrs. Delafield? Yes. My name is Gideon, Inspector Gideon of Scotland yard. Oh, dear. What have I done now? Won’t you come in, Mr. Inspector? Oh, thank you. Would you like a drink? Or is it a case of
“not on duty, ma’am”? Oh, no, no.
Not at all. I’d, uh…
Like a whiskey. All right.
Sit down, won’t you? Thank you. But you are on duty? Yes. I, uh…
Am on duty. Mrs. Delafield, I… Think you knew a colleague of mine, a Detective Sergeant Kirby. Kirby? Kirby. No, I don’t think so. Should I? Well, perhaps you knew
him under another name. This man. Yes. I have seen him
somewhere before. Now where? You know, this face
is awfully familiar, but I don’t think
I know anyone of that name. Wait a minute. That’s the man. Oh… I was sitting in a bar one night– Oh, look, please.
Sit down, won’t you? Well, I was sitting in this bar, waiting for my husband. It was the, uh, Capricorn? Is there such a– – Capricorn Club.
– Yes. Well, this man came up
and he started to talk to me. Well, I’d never seen him
before in my whole life. Oh, you poor man. You haven’t got your drink. Oh, that’s all right.
I’ll help myself. But I’m sure I never
gave him my name. So how can I figure
into all of this? Look, would you like
some water with that? Or some soda? I’ve some ginger ale outside. – Ginger ale–?
– Yes. – Oh! Why yes, yes…-
All right. – I’m very fond of ginger…
– Excuse me. Do you mind if I smoke my pipe? Oh, no. Not at all. Hmm. Thank you. Whoop! You know, I’m very intrigued. Now, you say this man
was a detective? He was. You must’ve made quite a conquest. We found your name
and address amongst his possessions. He sounds like he’s dead. He is. He was knocked down
by a car today. He was murdered. Nice. Well, I’m afraid
the other one doesn’t seem to be here. Never mind, sir.
You’ve done pretty well. Hello, Jimmy. Good evening, sir.
Good evening. – Any luck?
– Yes, sir. A little. Mr. Walker has just recognized a man who rode past the bank on a bicycle and turned down
that alley just in front of them. – Who was he?
– Andy Simpson. – Bloke they call “Simmo.”
– Ah, splendid. We’ve just pulled him in. Uh, Mr. Walker… Can you recognize that pay envelope? Oh, yes. This is one of ours. Yes. I wrote that name myself. Miss Jade Drew. Tell me about Miss Drew. Well, she had only
been with us a fortnight. She’s a very good girl. Is she? Good at her work, I mean. Pretty girl. Is this her? Yes. That’s our Miss Drew. And only been
with you two weeks? Now, did you engage her? – I got her from the agency who sent us…
– Where’s the phone? This way, sir. Now look, I want to know
from the employment agency, any other jobs they’ve found for Miss Jade Drew,
now of Clarion Advertising. And I think probably we’ll find
some familiar names. Firms who’ve lost the week’s wages. And then I want her
previous bosses run to earth and shown the photograph, hmm? Sir. Oh, and, sir, your wife rang up again
about the fish. Blast it! Don’t you mention that fish again! Information room. Detective Sergeant Hodge reporting. She was employed
under the name of Drew. She was a redhead. And left to look after
a sick aunt in Bournemouth. Detective Officer Mcphearson reporting. The photograph of the identified
is a “Miss Drew,” a brunette, an efficient typist who had left suddenly to look after a sick uncle
in Eastbourne. Yes, that’s her all right. She was a blonde in those days. I never did think it was natural. Was she with you long? No. Just a few weeks. But quite long enough for me. The airs she gave herself, with her “la-dee-dah” voice
and her fancy clothes. Ha. She even had her
own car, if you please. Did you, uh, suspect her at all? Oh, I suspected her
right from the start, but the men couldn’t
see it, of course. They never do when there
is a pretty face involved, though I could never
see much in her. And there was a pay snatch
at her place too, of course. Yes. While Miss Drew was there. Hmm. Well, that makes what– Oh, bless you, Wendy.
Just what I need. That makes what? Three in five months? I say, George. You’re not busy
at the moment, are you? Busy? Here? Slip along, Duke.
Don’t be far away. And you’re absolutely
sure you’re not busy now? No, no. I’m just relaxing. Oh, I see. Well, you see it’s about
this confounded speech I’ve got to make
in the Mansion house, and I do wish you’d cast
an eye on– – Oh. Sorry. Oh, well.
– Not at all. It’s all here, isn’t it? Uh, well no.
As a matter of fact it isn’t. I– I need a bit more.
I want to tell one or two personal stories, you know, how
we cracked this or that case with nothing to work on
but a bit of torn newspaper. Or a crumpled up
pay envelope, hm? Yes, yes.
That’s the idea. Very good story, too. I haven’t heard this one. It isn’t finished, yet. Well now, look. Don’t waste time.
I only got half an hour. Well I haven’t
made the arrest, yet. Then you better get on with it, George.
Haven’t you? Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
But what about your speech? Oh the blazes my speech! I can always…
What do you call it? Ad-lib something. You do that very well, sir. Well, thank you very much. Although, nevertheless,
it’s most important we get a good press. – I’m sure you will do that.
– Yes. You got that warrant ready? Sir. And your wife called, sir. Oh. Well, uh– Good night, sir. And good hunting. I’m sorry.
You’re working, tonight. Oh, excuse me, sir. Pardon me, sir. So with a warrant in my pocket, I set out to arrest
Miss Joanna Delafield, age 26, brunette
with blonde hair, with red hair, with a sick aunt in Bournemouth, Liverpool,
Dulwich, Cardiff and uncles all over the place. Mrs. Delafield? Joanna Delafield,
I have a warrant for your arrest on the charge of conspiring with others to rob and assault
James Norman Walker at approximately 10:15 on Friday– Don’t bother with the
usual warning, Inspector. It won’t be necessary. – Paul!
– Don’t be a big idiot. Be quiet, Joanna.
Joanna, go and open the safe. – Get everything out of it.
– What do you think to gain, by that? – Pack a few clothes for yourself if you need to.
– Paul! Go. Take everything. Do you imagine that I came here
alone to arrest your wife? You made one big mistake, Inspector. You came into this house alone. There’s a police car outside
with two men in it. And if you were
fool enough to fire that gun– I don’t see why you should
speak in the subjunctive. I am going to fire this gun. Are you? Yes. And when your
two men hear the shot, they’ll come charging
in to break down the door. That’ll give us about
two minutes to get out and away. It’s not long, I grant you. In fact, it’s a pretty
desperate measure, but it still gives us a chance, especially if you’re
the only one who knows us on sight, and you’ll be laying on the floor there, quite dead, I’m afraid. Like Kirby? You realize,
they’ll hang you for this, Delafield? Oh, yes.
Yes, I dare say they will. But, its just the same to me if they put me in prison. So why not take a chance? You see there’s
only one thing I live for. And that’s this.
My work. My art. My painting. And that’s why you
took up the pay snatch racket, hmm? Well, don’t you see?
I had to have the means to live before I could paint. I didn’t want to spend
eight hours a day in some stuffy office. Do you mind if I smoke? Oh.
Go ahead, go ahead. You see, unfortunately… I’m one of those artist
who hasn’t yet managed to emerge. I haven’t been “taken up,”
as they say. You know. I don’t want to bore you with
a recitation of my– my fate. I like the picture of your wife. D-did you like it? It’s not bad. It’s good.
It’s– is it good? Mm! Very good indeed. Well, now, don’t you see?
That’s the whole reason. It’s for this and these things
that I’ve gotta go on– I must go on painting. That’s the only thing
that matters a damn in life to me. It doesn’t matter a damn
that your wife will hang with you? Hang? Yes. That’s what you get
for killing with firearms. – Paul, is it true?
– Here, take this gun. – Put your finger on the trigger.
– But, I mean– – Paul, are you really gonna go?
– Now, hold it steady, Joanne. – I’ve got to get my coat.
– Please tell me. Listen, don’t believe
a word he tells you. You don’t look very happy
behind that gun. I know how to pull the trigger. I wonder if you would
if I made a sudden dive. Don’t move! That’s what he wants you to do,
for you to do the job, but it won’t make any difference. If I am to be killed,
and the only way you’ll get out of here is by killing me, you’ll both go to the gallows. – I’m not listening to you.
– Now that’s a pity because I can tell you
a few things about executions. They’re not very dramatic, you know. They are rather
an anti-climax after the trial. Three weeks in jail
and then one morning the long walk. And it won’t be a bit
like you imagine, the heroine with her head held high. They’ll drag you there
half doped and vomiting with terror. Paul, where are you? That’s the worst thing about hanging. It’s so undignified. Paul! He can’t hear you.
He’s too far away now. Paul! There’s no use. He’s way over
the garden fence by this time. Paul wouldn’t leave without me! He has, you know… And left you holding the baby. Oh! A dirty trick. I want Delafield. Six foot high, fair hair, wearing sports coat,
beige trousers, blue pullover, and carrying a briefcase. Golightly, I’m sorry. Come on in. I think we may say that we’re off duty, hm? To the end of a perfect day. And if I may say so, sir, a very successful one. You may say so,
you old son of a gun. Forgive me, sir. Oh, thank you. Sir. Your health. And now I’m going home. Your coat, sir. Oh. – Bless you.
– G’night, sir. Oh, just a moment, sir. Your fish. Sir! Sir! That blasted fish! If only I managed to forget it, I would’ve been spared this one, the bane of a detective’s life, the posh boys, the Mayfair boys, the amateurs who try to pull
off the perfect crime. Of course, they’ve chosen to crack the holy of holies– the St. James’ safe deposit. They would. Good evening, Mr. Fitzhubert. Sorry to keep you waiting, sir. Just had me a cup of tea. Don’t let me disturb you, Mason. I just want to pop
mother’s jewels back. Give us the keys.
I know the way. You’ll get me the sack, sir. Nobody’s ever allowed
to go to the vaults alone, even the families that
I know, like yours. I know, I know.
I was just putting you on, that’s all, Mason. How is Lady Fitzy, sir? Mother’s fine. I was with her this evening,
seeing Giselle. What was her name again, sir? Giselle, the ballet. She-zill, guh-guh,
chizelle… There’s a horse called that.
Running tomorrow. You want in? No, Mason. Don’t tempt me.
I’ve packed all that up. I’m still trying to pay off
my bookie from ascot. Well, now’s your chance, sir. It’s surprising how often these things do come up,
you know? Now, my missus, she gave me a wonderful tip
the other day. I thought you said your missus
spent half her life on her knees? That’s just it, sir. She’s preaching me another sermon, all about all my sins, and there’s me, sitting there, trying to pick an honest winner– there you are, sir– when suddenly I see
there’s a horse running called “Chapel Goer.” Well, I ask you. If that isn’t a gift from heaven. – Won, did it?
– At ten to one. Then you come in tonight
with this other one, “Giselle.” Let’s see if I can find him. Second race at Newmarket,
I think it was. Yes, yes.
Here we are. Giselle. Three times unplaced. That means there’ll
be a nice, long prize. Five bob on that
and I’ll be able to pay off the last installment on my telly. Much better than falling
for my horse. Mr. Fitzhube– A-any trouble, Fitz? I told you there
wouldn’t be any trouble. What about this chap, Mason? What about him? He won’t worry us. He’s dead. Fitz, you shot him! You said there
wouldn’t be any shooting. Look, the man knew me.
Didn’t he? I had to kill him. Here. Take these. – Snap out of it–
– We’ll swing for this! They’ll have to catch us first, won’t they? Ring the bell. I am ringing the bell. Well, let me ring it. You don’t know
how to ring a bell. Ridiculous nonsense. This place is shut. Most peculiar indeed. Captain, please. Yes, hurry up.
It’s urgent now. How’d the speech go? Oh, very well, indeed. I, uh, gave you
a mention, George. Oh, you shouldn’t have
bothered to do that. Slammed the damn door
in my face. Hello, Jacques? Yeah, the St. James’
safe deposit– I don’t like the sound
of it at all. I-I think we ought
to put a cordon around it. Yeah, right away. Right. Well, now that’s
taken care of, sir, perhaps I’ll push on home. Home, George? What on earth
are you talking about? This is most important. But, Rupert, my jewels. Constable. Where am I to put
my things tonight? Pardon me. What a very rude, young man. Come on, Gully. Here. Come back, you fool. It’s the police! Get back. This is the police. I’m sorry to tell you gentlemen that we have this place surrounded. It would save us all
a lot of trouble if you’ll just open up. Come on, gentlemen, you’re only wasting your own time, as well as ours. What’s the use, Fitz?
We haven’t got a hope. Aren’t you forgetting
I’ve got a gun? – No, Fitz! No!
– Take your hands off me– – We’ve got to leave, right away!
– What good would that do? Might as well be hanged
for a sheep as for a lamb. – Well, I’m getting out of here.
– Me too. Okay, shut up, and get out. Hello, Gil.
How’s the night shift? How was Sally’s concert? Oh, great. I think I’ll stay
and listen to yours. All right, boys. Smash it in. Ready? Breaking and entering. You better watch your step. Smash and grab all cleaned up? Oh, sure. Yes. You’re due for promotion in ten or 20 years,
something like that. Attention inside. Attention. This is the police. I’m sorry to inform you gentlemen that the place is surrounded. I repeat. The place is surrounded. Who’s out back? – Cameron.
– Cameron… I think I’ll go and take a look. Sing ’em another song. Attention inside.
Attention. I repeat.
The place is surrounded. Please come out quietly. Attention inside.
Attention. In exactly two minutes,
we’re coming in. Please come on out quietly. Please, gentlemen. There’s nothing else you can do. I don’t want to sound rude, but we are getting
just a bit impatient. You all right, sir? Yeah. Not one of the regulars, eh? They wouldn’t be such fools
as to carry guns. Rotten amateur. I’ll remember you
when we meet again in 10 or 12 years’ time. George. Found the night manager with three bullet holes in him. Chummy here’s for the drop. Take the stinking little rat
out of my sight! Stop! Permit me to drive you home. Okay, Golightly. Goodnight. It was a lovely concert. I thought Sally played
the violin rather well. Goodnight, Kate. Goodnight, uncle Dickie. Oh, George, it’s you. Who’d you think it was? Oh, I’m so glad you’re home. I came in this way
because I saw Uncle Dick and Auntie May on the porch. I love them dearly.
They are two sweet people. But I’ve had enough for one day. George, you’ve torn your sleeve. Oh, yes, I was bit careless.
I fell over. Dear and it’s your new suit too. We haven’t even paid
for it, yet. You haven’t been drinking? D-drinking? I haven’t even eaten all day. Drinking–
What the… Honey, I’m sorry,
I’m sorry. Well, anyway, I’ve kept something nice and hot for you in the oven. I’m sorry about the concert. How was Sally? Oh, George.
You would’ve been so proud. Where is she? Some young man
is bringing her home. Some young– “some young”? Who? Oh, I don’t know
his name. You don’t– look… Kate, the girl is only
eighteen years old. You ought to be
a bit more careful about who
she goes around with. But darling,
it’s perfectly all right. – She introduced him.
– Introduced? You know how
I am about names. Mm. That smells good. I thought you’d probably
be hungry when you came home. I’m ravenous. I think I’ll have a bottle of beer. Get my slippers will you, dear? All right, darling. Ah, there’s Sally. – Hello, darling.
– Hello, mum. Did Aunt May, like it? Wonderful. She thought
you were brilliant. Where’s dad?
Oh, hello dad. Hello, darling. Dad. I think you’ve met Simon. Have I? You think? We meet again, sir. We certainly do. I hope I had a good
seat at the concert? Oh, yes, sir.
Very good. And Sally played
the solo like an angel. Oh, isn’t he a pet, mum? Do sit down, Simon. We’re both absolutely starving. Is there anything good to eat? Hey, I’m supposed
to eat– Darling, I think
there’s not very much. There are the four of you. You’ve torn a hole
in your sleeve, dad. – I know. I’ve been… “Drinking.”
– George. According to your mother,
I’m an alcoholic in the last stages of dts. How long will it take to cook that? That’s the haddock, George. I asked for salmon. – I didn’t know how many you wanted.
– A small piece. Do you like fish? As a matter of fact, I– as a matter– – Oh, no.
– I’ll get it. Hello? Yes? Yes, he’s just sat down to supper.
He can’t– Who? All right, I’ll tell him.
Hold on. It’s Scotland Yard, dear. They’ve got some man
at London airport. I think he said
“Paul the painter.” Why couldn’t the silly twerp get himself caught tomorrow? Well, he’s booked on the Paris plane, and they want you to identify him. – Say I’m coming.
– All right, dear. – Can’t even get a glass of beer.
– Goodnight, sir. – He’s coming.
– Goodnight, dad. – Bye, dear.
– Goodbye, darling. Your poor father. He never gets any time to sit down. Well, children, everything all right? Hey, wait!
I haven’t got a car. I have, sir. You would have. Come on. Sally dear, promise me one thing. Never marry a policeman. Yes, mother. Didn’t you see the lights
against you, sir? Yes, but there
was nothing coming. Makes no difference, sir. Well, this is Chief Inspector Gideon
of the Flying Squad. He has an urgent call
to London airport. You have committed an offense. The constable is only doing his duty. But, sir. The law allows no distinction between high ranking police officers and other members of the public. May I see your
license please, sir? I haven’t got it.

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