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-BOY SINGS SOLO: -# O, for the wings | 0:01:38 | 0:01:41 | |
# For the wings of a dove | 0:01:41 | 0:01:46 | |
# Far away | 0:01:46 | 0:01:49 | |
# Far away would I rove | 0:01:49 | 0:01:54 | |
ALL: # O, for the wings | 0:01:54 | 0:01:57 | |
# For the wings of a dove | 0:01:57 | 0:02:01 | |
# Far away | 0:02:01 | 0:02:04 | |
# Far away | 0:02:04 | 0:02:08 | |
# Far away | 0:02:08 | 0:02:10 | |
# Far away would I rove | 0:02:10 | 0:02:15 | |
# In the wilderness build me a nest | 0:02:15 | 0:02:21 | |
# And remain there for ever at rest | 0:02:21 | 0:02:26 | |
# In the wilderness, build me | 0:02:26 | 0:02:30 | |
# Build me a nest | 0:02:30 | 0:02:34 | |
# And remain there forever at rest | 0:02:34 | 0:02:41 | |
# In the wilderness | 0:02:41 | 0:02:44 | |
# Build me a nest... # | 0:02:44 | 0:02:46 | |
Look, there's one! | 0:02:46 | 0:02:49 | |
HK. It's one I haven't got. | 0:02:49 | 0:02:51 | |
Ain't you tired of that lark yet? | 0:02:51 | 0:02:53 | |
Enthralling new adventure of Selwyn Pike, master sleuth, | 0:03:02 | 0:03:06 | |
and his youthful assistant, Smiler. | 0:03:06 | 0:03:08 | |
-Wotcher, chaps, tea's up. -Did you have any luck today? | 0:03:08 | 0:03:12 | |
No, I went for a job in undertaker's. | 0:03:12 | 0:03:15 | |
-And I didn't get it. -They want a fella down at our milk bar. | 0:03:15 | 0:03:18 | |
-Why don't you come and see the boss? -I might look him up tomorrow. | 0:03:18 | 0:03:21 | |
-Load of tripe. -Just found it in the road. | 0:03:22 | 0:03:25 | |
Listen to this, fellas. "It was the work of Smiler to force open the window. | 0:03:25 | 0:03:30 | |
"He put one leg onto the sill and dropped noiselessly to the floor." | 0:03:30 | 0:03:33 | |
-Where did he leave the other leg? -THEY LAUGH | 0:03:33 | 0:03:36 | |
"Two men lay stretched in a pool of blood at his feet." | 0:03:36 | 0:03:39 | |
-Brr! I'm scared! -He's scared! -THEY LAUGH | 0:03:39 | 0:03:42 | |
"Pike must be informed at once of this grim new development." | 0:03:42 | 0:03:45 | |
-Here, that's my comic! -Ah, go on, get out of it! | 0:03:45 | 0:03:49 | |
THEY SHOUT | 0:03:49 | 0:03:52 | |
"Smiler stepped back towards the window, | 0:03:52 | 0:03:54 | |
"but before he could reach it, a garage door swung open | 0:03:54 | 0:03:57 | |
"and the menacing figure of Larry the Bull loomed up before him. | 0:03:57 | 0:04:01 | |
"Smiler opened his mouth to shout, | 0:04:01 | 0:04:03 | |
"but his cry of desperation was instantly smothered | 0:04:03 | 0:04:06 | |
"as a large, rough hand closed over..." | 0:04:06 | 0:04:09 | |
-Well, where's the rest of it? -What do you mean? | 0:04:13 | 0:04:16 | |
-Oh, it must have blowed away. -That's that. | 0:04:16 | 0:04:20 | |
I'll get you another one in the morning. Tuppence, please. | 0:04:20 | 0:04:23 | |
You won't catch me reading that kids' stuff. | 0:04:23 | 0:04:25 | |
HORN BEEPS | 0:04:25 | 0:04:27 | |
Give us a Trump, please. | 0:04:27 | 0:04:30 | |
'Selwyn Pike was a fast mover. | 0:04:39 | 0:04:42 | |
'Eight minutes of break-neck driving brought him to Wilmot Road. | 0:04:42 | 0:04:45 | |
'Just in time. There was the van. | 0:04:45 | 0:04:48 | |
'Selwyn Pike was still on its tail when it pulled up in Granville Place. | 0:04:48 | 0:04:52 | |
'It stopped outside number 813. | 0:04:52 | 0:04:55 | |
'Two men jumped from it.' | 0:04:55 | 0:04:58 | |
Great Queen Street! | 0:04:58 | 0:05:00 | |
'Pike watched through narrowed eyes. Yes, there they were. | 0:05:04 | 0:05:08 | |
'Three wooden crates and the number that Smiler had impressed upon them. | 0:05:08 | 0:05:12 | |
'GZ 4216. | 0:05:12 | 0:05:16 | |
'Pike frowned. Two crates, two dead men. | 0:05:16 | 0:05:19 | |
'But the third crate. Smiler? | 0:05:19 | 0:05:21 | |
'"By gad," he ejaculated, "the fiends!" It seemed only too clear.' | 0:05:21 | 0:05:26 | |
Mind out, you! | 0:05:26 | 0:05:28 | |
Look where you're going! | 0:05:30 | 0:05:32 | |
Excuse me, sir! Are you Selwyn Pike? | 0:06:06 | 0:06:08 | |
No, my name's Higgins. Sorry. | 0:06:08 | 0:06:11 | |
Three bodies, I tell you! In wooden crates! | 0:06:24 | 0:06:27 | |
-You're crackers! -Scared, are you? | 0:06:36 | 0:06:39 | |
-Who, me? Get out of it! -OK, let's get on with it. | 0:06:39 | 0:06:43 | |
Oh! Oh, you're hurting me! | 0:07:30 | 0:07:32 | |
-Oh, yes. -Let go! I'll explain! -You will explain. To the police! | 0:07:32 | 0:07:36 | |
Lies, lies, lies. All lies. I tell you, Inspector. | 0:07:38 | 0:07:42 | |
What I want bodies for in my business? | 0:07:42 | 0:07:44 | |
Mr Jago, please, I'm trying to check up on that number. | 0:07:44 | 0:07:47 | |
Oh, sorry, Inspector. Terribly sorry. | 0:07:47 | 0:07:51 | |
But what a story! Such lies! | 0:07:51 | 0:07:54 | |
You're sure it was GZ 4216? | 0:07:55 | 0:07:57 | |
Sure as I stand here, Inspector. Just like it is in that paper. | 0:07:57 | 0:08:01 | |
Very interesting. You see, there doesn't happen to be a GZ. | 0:08:01 | 0:08:05 | |
You see, Inspector? Just as I say. He makes it all in his head! | 0:08:05 | 0:08:08 | |
Because why? He comes to rob my shop. | 0:08:08 | 0:08:10 | |
But I knew it. I knew it all the time. | 0:08:10 | 0:08:13 | |
Well, Mr Jago, you got your remedy. | 0:08:13 | 0:08:15 | |
-I take it you want to charge this boy? -Huh? | 0:08:15 | 0:08:18 | |
Oh, yes, yes, I charge him. You will send him to prison, yes? | 0:08:18 | 0:08:21 | |
Right, we'll all take it along to Bow Street. | 0:08:21 | 0:08:23 | |
-To Bow Street? Me? Now? Why? -You're the one that's bringing the charge. | 0:08:23 | 0:08:28 | |
Yes, but, Inspector, what else shall I bring? What more should I say? | 0:08:28 | 0:08:33 | |
I'm sorry, Mr Jago, you've got to come along. | 0:08:33 | 0:08:35 | |
Yes, yes, yes, but I can't come now. | 0:08:35 | 0:08:38 | |
I'm waiting for a gentleman. A customer of mine. | 0:08:38 | 0:08:40 | |
He comes at half past nine. It's a very, very big customer. | 0:08:40 | 0:08:43 | |
Look here, Mr Jago. Either you proceed with this case in the proper manner | 0:08:43 | 0:08:47 | |
or you drop the charge. | 0:08:47 | 0:08:49 | |
Sorry, I hadn't understood. But it's a very big customer. | 0:08:49 | 0:08:53 | |
He can't find closed my shop. | 0:08:53 | 0:08:56 | |
You must understand, Inspector. | 0:08:56 | 0:08:58 | |
All right, well, I'll let the boy go. | 0:08:58 | 0:09:01 | |
What else can I do? | 0:09:01 | 0:09:03 | |
All right, son. | 0:09:03 | 0:09:06 | |
So sorry, Inspector. I didn't like to waste your time. | 0:09:09 | 0:09:12 | |
If only it would've been tomorrow, I could've managed, but... | 0:09:12 | 0:09:16 | |
Sorry. | 0:09:16 | 0:09:18 | |
That was a bit of luck for you, son. | 0:09:20 | 0:09:23 | |
-Now, you'd better cut along. Where do you work? -I'm just looking for a job. -I see. | 0:09:23 | 0:09:27 | |
Well, watch your step. | 0:09:27 | 0:09:30 | |
-It was GZ 4216. -Cut it out, son. | 0:09:31 | 0:09:35 | |
Suppose them number plates was false. Suppose that bloke was a crook. | 0:09:35 | 0:09:38 | |
He wouldn't have sent for me, would he? | 0:09:38 | 0:09:41 | |
Look, son, you ought to lay off reading those shockers. | 0:09:41 | 0:09:43 | |
You know, I don't think you're really a bad boy, just a bit imaginative. | 0:09:43 | 0:09:47 | |
-Now, I want to put you in the way of a job. -In the CID? | 0:09:47 | 0:09:50 | |
There you go. No, Covent Garden. | 0:09:50 | 0:09:55 | |
-Do you know Nightingale's, the fruit and vegetable place? -No. | 0:09:55 | 0:09:58 | |
Well, Mr Nightingale's a friend of mine. I happen to know he's on the lookout for a bright boy like you. | 0:09:58 | 0:10:03 | |
Take this along to him. Tell him I sent you. | 0:10:03 | 0:10:06 | |
Detective Inspector Ford. | 0:10:07 | 0:10:09 | |
Send me up some alligators, too. What's that? | 0:10:14 | 0:10:17 | |
Yeah, I could do with a fisherman's daughter. | 0:10:17 | 0:10:19 | |
Well, that's the lot, unless you've got some ins and outs in. Yeah. | 0:10:19 | 0:10:23 | |
Oh, Jim? Those tennis balls, a bit of a duff lot, old man. They're frosted. | 0:10:23 | 0:10:28 | |
How's the missus? Oh, too bad. | 0:10:28 | 0:10:31 | |
Tell her to rub it with turpentine. So long. | 0:10:31 | 0:10:33 | |
So, you're the young fella that sees visions on the streets of London. | 0:10:35 | 0:10:40 | |
-HE LAUGHS -What's your name? | 0:10:40 | 0:10:42 | |
-Joe Kirby, sir. -That's right. Detective Inspector Ford's just been telling me about you. | 0:10:42 | 0:10:46 | |
-Started young, eh? -Started what, guv'nor? | 0:10:46 | 0:10:49 | |
The heebie-jeebies. | 0:10:49 | 0:10:51 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:10:51 | 0:10:55 | |
-Now, let me give you a word of advice, Joe. -Yes, sir? | 0:10:55 | 0:10:58 | |
If ever you see a small jellied eel in striped pyjamas | 0:10:58 | 0:11:01 | |
riding a tricycle up the wall, | 0:11:01 | 0:11:04 | |
knock it off, boy. Don't ever touch another drop. | 0:11:04 | 0:11:08 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:11:09 | 0:11:12 | |
-Good strong boy, are you? -I reckon so. | 0:11:16 | 0:11:18 | |
Come here. Come here, come here, I'm not going to eat you! | 0:11:18 | 0:11:23 | |
Well, bend it, bend it slowly. | 0:11:23 | 0:11:25 | |
Oh, not a bad bit of muscle there. | 0:11:26 | 0:11:29 | |
All right, Joe, I'll try you out. | 0:11:29 | 0:11:31 | |
30 shillings a week. 5am to 1pm. | 0:11:31 | 0:11:34 | |
-And no daydreams in my time. -I wasn't dreaming. | 0:11:34 | 0:11:38 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:11:38 | 0:11:42 | |
Tom, this is your new assistant, Joe Kirby. Just show him the ropes, will you? | 0:11:43 | 0:11:47 | |
And if you find any corpses under those spuds, give me a whistle. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:51 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:11:51 | 0:11:54 | |
SHOUTING | 0:12:19 | 0:12:21 | |
I got you. | 0:12:22 | 0:12:24 | |
HE WHISTLES | 0:12:29 | 0:12:31 | |
SHOUTING | 0:12:32 | 0:12:35 | |
Elastic! Half price! | 0:12:37 | 0:12:40 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:12:52 | 0:12:55 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:12:55 | 0:12:57 | |
What does he get, that young Johnson? Two quid a week? | 0:13:15 | 0:13:19 | |
I don't know how he does it. I couldn't afford to play around with girls when I was his age. | 0:13:19 | 0:13:23 | |
-Now what's his nibs up to? -Just practising, Dad. | 0:13:25 | 0:13:29 | |
-I've got a job. -Got a job, have you? I hope it's a good steady one this time. | 0:13:29 | 0:13:34 | |
-Here, that's mine. -I've got to eat the crusts. I'm slimming. | 0:13:34 | 0:13:37 | |
Haven't I told you not to start a new loaf before you finish the old? | 0:13:37 | 0:13:41 | |
Well, tell us about your job. How much are you getting? | 0:13:41 | 0:13:44 | |
-30 bob a week. -Money isn't everything, my lad. | 0:13:44 | 0:13:47 | |
-What's the prospects? -Well, I ain't sure, mind you, | 0:13:47 | 0:13:50 | |
but I wouldn't be surprised if I wasn't given a very important job to do pretty soon. | 0:13:50 | 0:13:53 | |
-In the government, of course. -Sort of. In the CID if you must know. | 0:13:53 | 0:13:57 | |
Well, never mind about the job you're going to get, | 0:13:57 | 0:14:00 | |
-what about the job you've got? -Well, it's in Covent Garden, Mum. | 0:14:00 | 0:14:03 | |
I was specially recommended by a detective inspector | 0:14:03 | 0:14:06 | |
and I've got to learn to carry ten baskets on my head. | 0:14:06 | 0:14:08 | |
Well, it's not what I call a real safe job. | 0:14:08 | 0:14:11 | |
But some of these porters earn good money from all I've heard. | 0:14:11 | 0:14:14 | |
Dad, you know all about car numbers, don't you? | 0:14:14 | 0:14:16 | |
I'll have a word with Ted Williams. His son works in the market. | 0:14:16 | 0:14:18 | |
Yes, I know. Dad, why aren't there no cars with GZ? | 0:14:18 | 0:14:21 | |
I didn't know there wasn't. It's flowers he goes in for mostly, I believe. | 0:14:21 | 0:14:25 | |
Seasonal stuff. | 0:14:25 | 0:14:27 | |
White carnations would go well with my new dance dress. | 0:14:27 | 0:14:30 | |
-Joe, try and get us a couple. -White carnations. | 0:14:30 | 0:14:33 | |
-I've got more important things to worry about! -Like joining the CID? | 0:14:33 | 0:14:37 | |
Some people ain't got the imagination. | 0:14:37 | 0:14:39 | |
It so happens I done a bit of good for that detective inspector. | 0:14:39 | 0:14:42 | |
Kept my eyes open, see? And what with all this crimewave going on, | 0:14:42 | 0:14:45 | |
-I wouldn't be surprised if... -You've got a bit of sausage on your chin. | 0:14:45 | 0:14:49 | |
TRAIN HORN BLARES | 0:14:51 | 0:14:55 | |
HE IMITATES BOMBING | 0:14:59 | 0:15:03 | |
Joe! | 0:15:23 | 0:15:25 | |
-Seen any of the others yet? -No. Why? | 0:15:26 | 0:15:29 | |
Well, Roy hasn't half been spinning a yarn about you. | 0:15:29 | 0:15:32 | |
-I should worry. -Roy said they fetched a cop along to you. | 0:15:32 | 0:15:36 | |
-Detective inspector! -Detective inspector? Cor, what happened? | 0:15:36 | 0:15:40 | |
Nothing much. Except he gave me a job. | 0:15:40 | 0:15:43 | |
HE IMITATES BOMBINGS | 0:15:43 | 0:15:46 | |
LAUGHTER AND CLATTERING | 0:15:50 | 0:15:53 | |
-Wotcher, Dicky? -Ah! | 0:15:57 | 0:16:00 | |
Look who's walked in. | 0:16:00 | 0:16:03 | |
-Found them bodies yet? -Who's up there, the queen of the fairies? | 0:16:03 | 0:16:06 | |
THEY SHOUT | 0:16:06 | 0:16:09 | |
# Three dead corpses rotting in a box... # | 0:16:12 | 0:16:16 | |
You should go and have your brains tested. | 0:16:16 | 0:16:18 | |
ALL: # Three dead corpses rotting in a box | 0:16:18 | 0:16:20 | |
# And if one dead corpse should accidentally rot | 0:16:20 | 0:16:23 | |
# There'll be two dead corpses rotting in a box | 0:16:23 | 0:16:27 | |
# Two dead corpses rotting in a box | 0:16:27 | 0:16:31 | |
# Two dead corpses rotting in a box | 0:16:31 | 0:16:34 | |
# And if one dead corpse should accidentally rot... # | 0:16:34 | 0:16:37 | |
I bet you gave those cops the best laugh they've had for years! | 0:16:37 | 0:16:40 | |
I've got two more sets complete, Joe. | 0:16:40 | 0:16:42 | |
Don't you talk to him about car numbers. You'll catch a clip on the ear hole. | 0:16:42 | 0:16:46 | |
I've got all the Ss and all the Gs. | 0:16:46 | 0:16:48 | |
-You ain't got GZ, Arthur, I know that. -I have. | 0:16:48 | 0:16:51 | |
You can't have. There ain't one. | 0:16:51 | 0:16:54 | |
Let's see it. Where? | 0:16:54 | 0:16:56 | |
There. GZ 4216. I got it this morning. | 0:16:56 | 0:17:01 | |
GZ 4216! | 0:17:02 | 0:17:05 | |
-THEY SHOUT -Give me that back! | 0:17:05 | 0:17:09 | |
Shut up, all of you! Where did you see it? A van, wasn't it? | 0:17:11 | 0:17:15 | |
That's right. On my way to work. It was coming out of a garage. | 0:17:15 | 0:17:19 | |
-Why, what's up? -A garage. It all fits. | 0:17:19 | 0:17:22 | |
It all fits! The van in the story came out of a garage. | 0:17:22 | 0:17:25 | |
-That's where they transferred the bodies. -Get out of it! | 0:17:25 | 0:17:28 | |
There wasn't any bodies. You saw that. | 0:17:28 | 0:17:30 | |
-Might've meant something else, though, bodies. -What do you mean? | 0:17:30 | 0:17:33 | |
That's right. Don't you see? Sort of a code. | 0:17:33 | 0:17:35 | |
I bet them furs were stolen! | 0:17:35 | 0:17:38 | |
No, I thought of that. But then it can't be. | 0:17:38 | 0:17:41 | |
-Else that bloke in the shop wouldn't have dared send for the police. -Why not? | 0:17:41 | 0:17:44 | |
You pipe down! | 0:17:44 | 0:17:46 | |
-Pipe down yourself! Go on, Clarry. -I reckon that bloke was smart. | 0:17:46 | 0:17:50 | |
He took a chance the cops wouldn't believe Joe and if he goes to them again, they'll just laugh. | 0:17:50 | 0:17:55 | |
-He's a crook, that bloke in the shop! I bet you! -That's right, course he's a crook! | 0:17:55 | 0:17:59 | |
Crooks with a code in a kids' paper? What do they want to use a code for, anyway? | 0:17:59 | 0:18:04 | |
To get their orders from the boss, like in the stories. | 0:18:04 | 0:18:07 | |
Well, why don't the boss just tell them? | 0:18:07 | 0:18:09 | |
Because he doesn't want them to know who he is. That's always the way. | 0:18:09 | 0:18:13 | |
-Yes. -Who do you reckon he is, then? | 0:18:13 | 0:18:16 | |
-The fella that owns the paper? -Might be. | 0:18:16 | 0:18:18 | |
-Or the bloke that writes them stories. -Felix H Wilkinson. | 0:18:18 | 0:18:21 | |
-Why not Bing Crosby? -Felix H Wilkinson. | 0:18:21 | 0:18:25 | |
Yeah. | 0:18:26 | 0:18:28 | |
I wonder if he's in the telephone book. | 0:18:29 | 0:18:32 | |
There he is. F H Wilkinson. | 0:19:21 | 0:19:23 | |
Come on. | 0:19:29 | 0:19:31 | |
WHIRRING | 0:19:31 | 0:19:34 | |
CAT MEWS | 0:19:58 | 0:20:00 | |
CAT MEWS | 0:20:09 | 0:20:12 | |
Your fate is in my hands. | 0:20:13 | 0:20:17 | |
MAN LAUGHS | 0:20:19 | 0:20:22 | |
Nothing can save you now. Nothing. | 0:20:24 | 0:20:28 | |
You're all alone and I have a silencer on this gun. | 0:20:28 | 0:20:34 | |
You've only got five seconds to live. | 0:20:38 | 0:20:42 | |
'The pistol barked. There came a spot of yellow flame. | 0:20:42 | 0:20:45 | |
'Pipe's nostrils were assailed by the familiar smell... | 0:20:45 | 0:20:49 | |
'Correction, aroma...' | 0:20:49 | 0:20:52 | |
Who are you? What are you doing here? | 0:20:54 | 0:20:57 | |
-We thought we was going to be murdered. -And the door was open. | 0:20:57 | 0:21:01 | |
-Ohh! -HE LAUGHS | 0:21:02 | 0:21:06 | |
-What a jape, eh? -HE LAUGHS | 0:21:06 | 0:21:08 | |
I left the door open for Otto. He's my cat. And that is Dick. | 0:21:08 | 0:21:12 | |
-Dick the Dictaphone. Do you see? -HE LAUGHS | 0:21:12 | 0:21:16 | |
-Look, come in, come in, sit down. -HE LAUGHS | 0:21:16 | 0:21:19 | |
Just one moment. There you are. | 0:21:19 | 0:21:22 | |
Well, now, what can I do for you? | 0:21:22 | 0:21:25 | |
Erm, well, sir, we've been reading that story of yours | 0:21:25 | 0:21:28 | |
-about Mr Pike and the Scarlet Death. -Ah! My public. | 0:21:28 | 0:21:32 | |
Him being tied to that circular saw | 0:21:32 | 0:21:35 | |
and the poison gas seeping in through the ventilator. | 0:21:35 | 0:21:37 | |
And five more days to wait before we find out if he gets away with it. | 0:21:37 | 0:21:40 | |
What happens to Smiler when they drop that black widow spider in the crate with him? | 0:21:40 | 0:21:44 | |
-So we were thinking that... -That you might... -Tell us how the story goes on. | 0:21:44 | 0:21:47 | |
-HE LAUGHS -Thank you a thousand times. | 0:21:47 | 0:21:49 | |
This is really the most scrumptious compliment I've ever been paid. | 0:21:49 | 0:21:54 | |
-You will? -Of course! By all means! | 0:21:54 | 0:21:57 | |
One moment, though. I think this calls for a little liquid refreshment, eh? | 0:21:57 | 0:22:02 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:22:02 | 0:22:05 | |
What's he going to give us? | 0:22:08 | 0:22:10 | |
I don't know. Sip it careful and if it's got a funny taste, don't... | 0:22:10 | 0:22:13 | |
-Hey, Alec! -What? -This book. | 0:22:13 | 0:22:16 | |
-A Study Of Codes And Ciphers. -Look out! | 0:22:16 | 0:22:18 | |
-HE LAUGHS -Ginger pop. | 0:22:21 | 0:22:24 | |
-HE LAUGHS -Come along now, fellas, help yourselves. | 0:22:25 | 0:22:29 | |
No, no, no, no, not that one. | 0:22:29 | 0:22:32 | |
Mine has, er, gin in it. | 0:22:34 | 0:22:37 | |
-Bung-ho! -HE LAUGHS | 0:22:37 | 0:22:40 | |
Mmmm-yum-yum-yum-yum. Now for the answer to your touching request. | 0:22:41 | 0:22:46 | |
Selwyn Pike and the Scarlet Death | 0:22:46 | 0:22:48 | |
instalment number four. | 0:22:48 | 0:22:51 | |
'Crack! The sound of the pistol shot | 0:22:52 | 0:22:56 | |
'echoed and reverberated through the darkness of the lonely mill. | 0:22:56 | 0:23:01 | |
'Selwyn Pike, his neck a bare six inches from the cruel blades | 0:23:01 | 0:23:06 | |
'of the whirling saw, | 0:23:06 | 0:23:08 | |
'was aware that something akin to a miracle had occurred. | 0:23:08 | 0:23:12 | |
'He had told nobody of his plan to visit Zanzibar Street.' | 0:23:12 | 0:23:15 | |
-Where? -What? What is the matter? | 0:23:15 | 0:23:19 | |
-The mill where Mr Pike went was on Lambeth Road. -Nonsense. | 0:23:19 | 0:23:22 | |
-I never use the names of real streets in my stories. -But Alec's right. It says Lambeth Road here. | 0:23:22 | 0:23:27 | |
What? | 0:23:27 | 0:23:29 | |
Crumbs. What a frightening picture. | 0:23:30 | 0:23:32 | |
So that's what Selwyn Pike looks like. | 0:23:33 | 0:23:35 | |
I say, a bit of a bound, I'm afraid. | 0:23:36 | 0:23:38 | |
Not at all as I imagined him. | 0:23:38 | 0:23:41 | |
But ain't you never seen this here paper before? | 0:23:41 | 0:23:45 | |
Good gracious me, no. I create these stories. | 0:23:45 | 0:23:48 | |
Why, bless my soul, you boys are perfectly right. It is Lambeth Road. | 0:23:49 | 0:23:52 | |
-What on earth induced them to change that? -Wait. | 0:23:52 | 0:23:56 | |
And here's a split infinitive. | 0:23:58 | 0:24:00 | |
-Mr Wilkinson. -And all appearing under my name. | 0:24:00 | 0:24:02 | |
Mr Wilkinson, we reckon these stories are being used as a code by a gang of crooks. | 0:24:02 | 0:24:06 | |
I'll never look... What? A gang of crooks? | 0:24:06 | 0:24:09 | |
-My stories? -Yeah. That there van, I saw it in Great Queen Street | 0:24:09 | 0:24:13 | |
-unloading three crates, just like in the story. -And I saw it, too. | 0:24:13 | 0:24:17 | |
Here's the addresses. | 0:24:17 | 0:24:19 | |
My Lord, do you mean that my stories | 0:24:19 | 0:24:22 | |
-have been distorted by some, er... -Master criminal. -Exactly. | 0:24:22 | 0:24:27 | |
Some master criminal. | 0:24:27 | 0:24:29 | |
As a means of sending instructions to his, er... | 0:24:29 | 0:24:32 | |
-minions? -Without betraying his own identity. | 0:24:32 | 0:24:35 | |
Ah. Stupendous. | 0:24:35 | 0:24:38 | |
Just like the mysterious Captain X in The Case of Selwyn Pike and the Footprints on the Ceiling. | 0:24:38 | 0:24:42 | |
He used a column in the Morning Gazette. | 0:24:42 | 0:24:44 | |
But to think of it. My story. | 0:24:44 | 0:24:47 | |
Let me see that. | 0:24:47 | 0:24:50 | |
Granville Place. Great Queen Street. | 0:24:52 | 0:24:54 | |
Wilmot Road. Woburn Avenue. | 0:24:54 | 0:24:57 | |
HE MUTTERS | 0:24:57 | 0:25:00 | |
Ah. | 0:25:03 | 0:25:05 | |
-A-ha! -Got something, have you? | 0:25:07 | 0:25:11 | |
-Yes. -What is it? -The key, my friend. The key to your precious code. | 0:25:14 | 0:25:19 | |
The London Postal Guide. Granville Place. | 0:25:19 | 0:25:21 | |
Turn over ten pages and here, the corresponding position is Great Queen Street. | 0:25:21 | 0:25:24 | |
Just as I thought, with 234 added to the number. | 0:25:24 | 0:25:28 | |
-How did you work that out? -Well may you ask. | 0:25:28 | 0:25:31 | |
The scoundrels, they've purloined one of my codes, | 0:25:31 | 0:25:33 | |
the very code I invented for The Case of the Limping Skeleton. The child of this brain! | 0:25:33 | 0:25:37 | |
-Who's going to tell the police? -Police? | 0:25:37 | 0:25:40 | |
Yeah, the cops. | 0:25:40 | 0:25:42 | |
-Tell the police? -What's the matter? | 0:25:44 | 0:25:47 | |
Wait. This is a big, powerful game we've stumbled on. | 0:25:48 | 0:25:52 | |
They would never show a shred of mercy on anyone who...peached on them. | 0:25:52 | 0:25:57 | |
-But if they all get arrested... -Some may get away. | 0:25:57 | 0:26:01 | |
And they'd be sure to avenge their comrades. They always do, ruffians of that breed. | 0:26:01 | 0:26:05 | |
Like the two survivors of the Men of Doom in The Case of the Crowded Coffins. | 0:26:06 | 0:26:10 | |
They reappeared literally from the grave | 0:26:10 | 0:26:13 | |
to cut the throat of poor old Silas Cubbly. | 0:26:13 | 0:26:16 | |
-See here, Mr Wilkinson... -And remember, | 0:26:16 | 0:26:19 | |
remember what happened to Nicky the Nark in The Case of the Creeping Death. | 0:26:19 | 0:26:23 | |
Yeah, but those sort of things only happen in stories. | 0:26:23 | 0:26:26 | |
Are you suggesting that stories can never come to life? | 0:26:26 | 0:26:30 | |
Look, don't be rash, boys. | 0:26:31 | 0:26:34 | |
Leave me out of it. I implore you, leave me out. | 0:26:34 | 0:26:37 | |
I want no part of it. No part of it at all! | 0:26:37 | 0:26:41 | |
Ah. Otto. | 0:26:42 | 0:26:45 | |
Come, Otto. | 0:26:46 | 0:26:48 | |
Boys, don't forget Nicky the Nark. | 0:26:49 | 0:26:54 | |
CHURCH BELLS CHIME Morning, Harry. Nice weather. | 0:27:09 | 0:27:12 | |
Watch out! Mind your backs, please! Oi, oi! Oi, oi! | 0:27:12 | 0:27:16 | |
Oi, oi! | 0:27:16 | 0:27:17 | |
Oi, oi! | 0:27:19 | 0:27:21 | |
Mind your backs, please. | 0:27:21 | 0:27:23 | |
Oi, oi. | 0:27:24 | 0:27:26 | |
Joe! | 0:27:29 | 0:27:31 | |
I've just been telling the inspector about your latest findings | 0:27:33 | 0:27:36 | |
and, er, he'd like to have a little word with you. | 0:27:36 | 0:27:39 | |
What's the idea, son? I thought I'd done you a good turn getting you this job. | 0:27:39 | 0:27:43 | |
-You have, too. -Then why do you keep on wasting my time? | 0:27:43 | 0:27:47 | |
All this nonsense about crooks and codes. | 0:27:47 | 0:27:50 | |
But it ain't nonsense, Inspector. There's a racket being worked, really there is. | 0:27:50 | 0:27:54 | |
Here's the code they're using. You check that with the London Postal Guide. | 0:27:54 | 0:27:57 | |
And have a look at this story, too, and you'll see it the same as I did. | 0:27:57 | 0:28:00 | |
-Did you make this code up? -Me? No, course I didn't. -Who did? | 0:28:00 | 0:28:05 | |
Who made up this code? | 0:28:07 | 0:28:10 | |
Well, it was in another story in the Trump. | 0:28:10 | 0:28:12 | |
I thought as much. Now look here, son, I've just about had enough of this! | 0:28:12 | 0:28:16 | |
But I ain't sprucing, straight I'm not! | 0:28:16 | 0:28:18 | |
-That code what was first used in The Case of the Limping Skeleton... -Cut it out! | 0:28:18 | 0:28:21 | |
I've been very patient with you, my lad, but you'll get into serious trouble if you're not careful. | 0:28:22 | 0:28:27 | |
The next time I come here, it won't be simply to warn you. | 0:28:27 | 0:28:30 | |
-You believe me, don't you, guv? -Yeah. | 0:28:36 | 0:28:38 | |
Sure, Joe, sure. | 0:28:38 | 0:28:41 | |
I believe you. | 0:28:41 | 0:28:43 | |
I even believe in Santa Claus. | 0:28:44 | 0:28:47 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:28:47 | 0:28:50 | |
-Can I carry your bag, Miss Davis? -No, thank you, Norman, dear. | 0:29:20 | 0:29:24 | |
I'm not going your way tonight. | 0:29:24 | 0:29:26 | |
Do you work on the Trump, mate? | 0:29:26 | 0:29:28 | |
-Do you work on the Trump, mate? -Yeah. Why? | 0:29:34 | 0:29:37 | |
-You got a date with her or something? -No. | 0:29:38 | 0:29:41 | |
Sometimes we go the same way, see? | 0:29:41 | 0:29:44 | |
Why? What do you want? | 0:29:44 | 0:29:46 | |
A peek at next week's story in advance. | 0:29:46 | 0:29:48 | |
-You ain't asking much! -Wait till you've heard what I know. | 0:29:48 | 0:29:51 | |
I reckon Joe ought to have his head examined, blowing the gaff to some Camberwell kid. | 0:29:56 | 0:30:00 | |
Yeah, and bringing him along here, an' all. | 0:30:00 | 0:30:03 | |
-How else could we find out who's been changing them stories? -Yeah, we'd be proper stuck. | 0:30:03 | 0:30:07 | |
-For all we know, that kid's in the racket himself, working for the paper. -Joe says he's all right. | 0:30:07 | 0:30:12 | |
-Who asked you to stick your nose in this? We don't want you, anyway. -Who said so? -I said so! | 0:30:12 | 0:30:17 | |
-HE SQUAWKS -Here they come! | 0:30:17 | 0:30:20 | |
Blimey, dapper little fella, ain't he? | 0:30:30 | 0:30:32 | |
I say, old boy, what a shocking place to bring a fellow to. | 0:30:32 | 0:30:36 | |
Turn it up, Roy! This is him, fellas. Norman Pally. | 0:30:36 | 0:30:41 | |
Come on, who's the crook on your paper? | 0:30:42 | 0:30:45 | |
Be nice to know, wouldn't it? | 0:30:47 | 0:30:50 | |
There's no-one at the office what written them stories. I made sure of that. | 0:30:50 | 0:30:54 | |
-And I reckon it can't be the comps. In case you don't know, that means the printers. -Ha! | 0:30:54 | 0:30:58 | |
And Joe said it couldn't be old Wilkinson. Now who are we left with? Boris Karloff? | 0:30:58 | 0:31:02 | |
It doesn't matter about that now. We've got something else to work on. | 0:31:02 | 0:31:05 | |
-Next week's paper. He gave it to me. -In code, is it? | 0:31:05 | 0:31:08 | |
-Yes, and we've worked it out, too. -Is there a job on? | 0:31:08 | 0:31:10 | |
I'll say there is! Them crooks are going to bust into Ritchie's! | 0:31:10 | 0:31:13 | |
-Ritchie's in the West End? -What, that big place in Oxford Street? | 0:31:13 | 0:31:18 | |
That's it, Ritchie's, the big department store in Oxford Circus. | 0:31:18 | 0:31:21 | |
-Get out of it! -How did the next bit start? | 0:31:21 | 0:31:24 | |
-Buzz off, this ain't no reading circle. -Get on with it, then. | 0:31:24 | 0:31:27 | |
Well, there's a bloke called Tattooed Jack and his gang | 0:31:27 | 0:31:30 | |
and they're going to break into this store, see? Eight o'clock tomorrow night. | 0:31:30 | 0:31:33 | |
Thanks to Norman here, we've got half a day's start on them crooks to do a bit of planning. | 0:31:33 | 0:31:37 | |
And they won't get this until tomorrow morning. | 0:31:37 | 0:31:39 | |
Boxing. | 0:31:50 | 0:31:52 | |
'It was apparent to Smiler | 0:32:10 | 0:32:13 | |
'that he had been middled, | 0:32:13 | 0:32:15 | |
'for the newcomer was Tattooed Jack.' | 0:32:15 | 0:32:20 | |
Right. That's all we want to know. Tattooed Jack. He's doing the job this week. | 0:32:20 | 0:32:26 | |
-Working tonight, dear? -No, not me. Tattooed Jack. | 0:32:26 | 0:32:30 | |
Good. We can go to the pictures. | 0:32:30 | 0:32:32 | |
OK, boys, we're running tonight. | 0:32:32 | 0:32:35 | |
-Why, who's doing the job? -Why, Tattooed Jack. Must be something special. | 0:32:35 | 0:32:39 | |
PHONE RINGS | 0:32:43 | 0:32:45 | |
Detective Sergeant Fothergill. | 0:32:47 | 0:32:49 | |
Who? | 0:32:49 | 0:32:51 | |
I see. Carry on. | 0:32:51 | 0:32:54 | |
McLean. | 0:32:54 | 0:32:55 | |
This evening? Do you mean Ritchie's at Oxford Circus? | 0:32:56 | 0:33:01 | |
Yes. | 0:33:01 | 0:33:02 | |
Yes, thanks for the tip. We'll follow that up. | 0:33:02 | 0:33:05 | |
-Wallis, Meadows. -Sergeant? -Anonymous tip-off, for what it's worth. | 0:33:06 | 0:33:10 | |
-Possible job at Ritchie's tonight. -Do you want us to go there? | 0:33:10 | 0:33:13 | |
Yes. I'll come with you. Eight o'clock. | 0:33:13 | 0:33:15 | |
-Any idea who's doing it? -Bunch of kids, so the nark said. | 0:33:15 | 0:33:19 | |
-Detective Sergeant Fothergill. -OK, sir. | 0:33:30 | 0:33:33 | |
ALL CLOCKS CHIME | 0:34:05 | 0:34:09 | |
'Six stone two pounds!' | 0:35:09 | 0:35:11 | |
'17 stone four pounds!' | 0:35:16 | 0:35:19 | |
'30 stone five pounds!' | 0:35:27 | 0:35:29 | |
'40 stone! 40 stone! | 0:35:31 | 0:35:34 | |
'40 stone! 40 stone!' | 0:35:34 | 0:35:38 | |
'40 stone...' | 0:35:39 | 0:35:42 | |
THEY SHOUT | 0:35:42 | 0:35:45 | |
Oi! Come on! | 0:35:50 | 0:35:53 | |
THEY SHOUT | 0:35:53 | 0:35:56 | |
-Get him in here! -THEY SHOUT | 0:35:58 | 0:36:01 | |
-Get him, Joe! -THEY SHOUT | 0:36:05 | 0:36:08 | |
BOTH SHOUT | 0:36:08 | 0:36:11 | |
That net there! Come on! | 0:36:13 | 0:36:16 | |
SHOUTING | 0:36:16 | 0:36:18 | |
All right, get him on the floor! | 0:36:18 | 0:36:20 | |
SHOUTING | 0:36:20 | 0:36:23 | |
Let me out of here! Please! | 0:36:32 | 0:36:35 | |
Help! Help! | 0:36:35 | 0:36:37 | |
-Help! -HE BLOWS WHISTLE | 0:36:37 | 0:36:40 | |
-What's up? -Kids! | 0:36:40 | 0:36:42 | |
Big kids, little kids, tough kids, thousands of them, all over the place! | 0:36:42 | 0:36:47 | |
THEY SHOUT | 0:36:47 | 0:36:50 | |
-What's going on here? -Here you are. | 0:36:55 | 0:36:59 | |
We caught the lot. | 0:36:59 | 0:37:01 | |
-Phillips! -Sergeant Fothergill! | 0:37:01 | 0:37:04 | |
Don't stand there gaping, man! Get us out of this! | 0:37:04 | 0:37:08 | |
Beat it! Beat it! Beat it! | 0:37:08 | 0:37:11 | |
Phillips, come here! | 0:37:12 | 0:37:15 | |
-Right, Sergeant. -They can't get out, we've got them trapped! | 0:37:15 | 0:37:18 | |
And for Pete's sake, get me out of this! | 0:37:18 | 0:37:22 | |
WHISTLE | 0:37:22 | 0:37:25 | |
-We're done for! -Oi! Come here, quick! | 0:37:27 | 0:37:30 | |
-Give us help, somebody! Anybody got a torch? -I've got one, Roy. | 0:37:31 | 0:37:34 | |
Last one put the lid back. | 0:37:37 | 0:37:39 | |
Get down there, quick, before the cops come! | 0:37:42 | 0:37:44 | |
Come on! | 0:37:44 | 0:37:46 | |
Cor, don't it pong? | 0:38:16 | 0:38:18 | |
What do you expect in a sewer, violets? | 0:38:18 | 0:38:21 | |
This is where my dad works. | 0:38:23 | 0:38:25 | |
Where do we go from here? | 0:38:28 | 0:38:30 | |
Where do you want to go? Piccadilly? Strand? Tottenham Court Road? | 0:38:30 | 0:38:33 | |
They run just like the streets, see? Well, come on. | 0:38:33 | 0:38:37 | |
Well, they can't have got out this way. They must be here somewhere. | 0:38:59 | 0:39:03 | |
-They might have doubled back inside, sir. -Take a look round the basement. I'll try the furnace room. | 0:39:03 | 0:39:08 | |
Ooh, Phillips, get on the blower and warn the patrol car to keep a lookout just in case. | 0:39:08 | 0:39:11 | |
You come with me. | 0:39:11 | 0:39:13 | |
-Here it is! -ALL CHEER | 0:40:05 | 0:40:09 | |
-What's up? -It's stiff. | 0:40:19 | 0:40:21 | |
It's no use. | 0:40:32 | 0:40:34 | |
We'd better see if we can't find another one. | 0:40:39 | 0:40:41 | |
Oh, it's all right, Alec. | 0:40:48 | 0:40:50 | |
-We'll get out, won't we, Joe? -What? | 0:40:50 | 0:40:53 | |
Oh, sure. Come on. | 0:40:53 | 0:40:57 | |
-I can't go on! I can't go on! I can't! -It won't be for long, Alec. | 0:41:07 | 0:41:11 | |
I can't! I can't go on! I can't! I can't! | 0:41:11 | 0:41:15 | |
-I can't! I can't! -THEY SHOUT | 0:41:15 | 0:41:18 | |
Shut up, all of you! | 0:41:18 | 0:41:21 | |
-Let's have a go at it. -It's no use! | 0:41:23 | 0:41:26 | |
"SY calling 12A. | 0:41:32 | 0:41:34 | |
"Oxford Circus. Vicinity of Ritchie's. Number of boys seen." | 0:41:34 | 0:41:38 | |
Cor, fresh air! | 0:41:48 | 0:41:50 | |
Cor, my mum didn't half go off the deep end. | 0:42:09 | 0:42:11 | |
-I told my old man I rescued a kid from the canal. -Did he believe you? | 0:42:11 | 0:42:16 | |
I don't know. He clouted me. | 0:42:16 | 0:42:18 | |
Anyway, they can't send me to Borstal. I'm too young. | 0:42:18 | 0:42:21 | |
Oh, shut up! I'm telling you, nobody's going to Borstal! | 0:42:21 | 0:42:24 | |
Oh, yeah? You break into a West End store, | 0:42:24 | 0:42:26 | |
beat up the night watchman and tie down the cops and expect to get away with it? | 0:42:26 | 0:42:30 | |
-Don't make me laugh! -How they going to know it was us what done it? | 0:42:30 | 0:42:33 | |
The same way as they knew we were going to do it, mug! | 0:42:33 | 0:42:35 | |
Don't take any notice. Them coppers wasn't after us, they was after the crooks. | 0:42:35 | 0:42:38 | |
-Why didn't the crooks turn up, then? -Joe! | 0:42:38 | 0:42:41 | |
Joe! | 0:42:41 | 0:42:43 | |
There's a couple of coppers hanging round the ruins. | 0:42:43 | 0:42:46 | |
-I did! I see 'em! -There you are, what did I tell you? | 0:42:46 | 0:42:50 | |
Come on, let's get this done. I'm getting out of here quick. Where's that water? | 0:42:50 | 0:42:54 | |
-Roy, where you going? -Any place would be better than here for a week or two. | 0:42:54 | 0:42:59 | |
If them coppers was after us, why don't they come here and get us, eh? | 0:42:59 | 0:43:02 | |
Figure it out for yourself, genius. It's that Camberwell pal of yours. He's the mole. | 0:43:02 | 0:43:05 | |
-He don't know where we live but he knows about the ruins. -The dirty little rat! | 0:43:05 | 0:43:09 | |
What are we going to do now, Joe? | 0:43:09 | 0:43:12 | |
Yes, what are we going to do now, Joe? | 0:43:12 | 0:43:14 | |
TRAIN WHISTLE | 0:43:14 | 0:43:16 | |
If we could find them crooks... | 0:43:16 | 0:43:19 | |
Or maybe we ought to go to the police. | 0:43:19 | 0:43:21 | |
Shove it down here, Dicky. Out of the way, brainstorm! | 0:43:22 | 0:43:26 | |
-Who you shoving? -Get out and take your fancy ideas somewhere else! | 0:43:26 | 0:43:29 | |
THEY SHOUT | 0:43:33 | 0:43:36 | |
THEY SHOUT | 0:43:39 | 0:43:41 | |
-Hit him, Joe! -Bring that bowl back! This minute! | 0:43:41 | 0:43:45 | |
THEY SHOUT | 0:43:45 | 0:43:50 | |
Blimey, look who's here! Norman the Nark! | 0:43:52 | 0:43:56 | |
Joe! Joe! | 0:43:56 | 0:43:58 | |
-THEY SHOUT -Joe! | 0:43:58 | 0:44:01 | |
-Norman. What's up? -I've got a clue! | 0:44:02 | 0:44:05 | |
-I've just been to see old Wilkinson. -You have? -Yeah. | 0:44:05 | 0:44:08 | |
-My boss wanted the story early this week. -Well, did you get it? -That's it, lap it up. -No. | 0:44:08 | 0:44:12 | |
Old Wilkinson says he posted it off last night. He says he always puts it in the post on Sundays. | 0:44:12 | 0:44:17 | |
-So what? -Well, we don't ever get it before Tuesday. | 0:44:17 | 0:44:19 | |
-Are you sure of that, Norman? -Course I'm sure. | 0:44:22 | 0:44:25 | |
It's my first job Tuesday mornings. Miss Davis opens it and I take it straight in to the old man. | 0:44:25 | 0:44:29 | |
Miss Davis, eh? Does she open all the letters? | 0:44:29 | 0:44:32 | |
-Yeah, but she's all right. -Not so fast. She might be... -It can't be her. | 0:44:32 | 0:44:35 | |
-Is she good-looking? -She's a smasher. | 0:44:35 | 0:44:38 | |
Here, come off it. What's the idea? | 0:44:38 | 0:44:41 | |
-I swear... -How do you reckon she works it, Joe? | 0:44:41 | 0:44:43 | |
Well, supposing she pops the story in her pocket first thing Monday morning, see? | 0:44:43 | 0:44:47 | |
Then she can take it home, muck it about that evening | 0:44:47 | 0:44:49 | |
and send it back by last post. I bet you that's it! | 0:44:49 | 0:44:53 | |
-That dirty, double-crossing... -Now we've got to get some evidence. | 0:44:54 | 0:44:57 | |
-He's off again. -Look, it's our big chance, Alec. | 0:44:57 | 0:45:00 | |
If we can find them crooks, we don't have to worry about the coppers. | 0:45:00 | 0:45:04 | |
-Where does this bird live, Norman? -Hampstead way somewhere. I'll try and find out. | 0:45:04 | 0:45:07 | |
-No, don't do that. Might make her suspicious. We'll trail her. -Six o'clock tomorrow. -Yeah. | 0:45:07 | 0:45:12 | |
That's the biggest lot of bull I've ever heard. | 0:45:12 | 0:45:15 | |
Poor old Roy. He don't finish work until seven. | 0:45:16 | 0:45:20 | |
-Coming on my bus, Miss Davis? -Yes, Norman, I am tonight. | 0:45:23 | 0:45:27 | |
Hurry along. Hurry along, please. One more only. | 0:45:38 | 0:45:41 | |
Oh, no, you go, Norman, you've got further to go than me. | 0:45:43 | 0:45:46 | |
-What did you want to do that for? -Where's she gone, Norman? | 0:45:50 | 0:45:53 | |
-Oh, we've lost her now! -I couldn't help it! | 0:45:53 | 0:45:55 | |
-Why did you let her go? -THEY SHOUT | 0:45:55 | 0:45:58 | |
There's no use yelping! Get off, quick, hurry up! | 0:45:58 | 0:46:01 | |
THEY SHOUT | 0:46:01 | 0:46:05 | |
Off the road, quick! Off the road, fellas, hurry up, quick! | 0:46:05 | 0:46:09 | |
There she is! | 0:46:11 | 0:46:14 | |
Taxi! Taxi! Taxi! Oi! Taxi! | 0:47:22 | 0:47:25 | |
Hey, taxi! | 0:47:27 | 0:47:29 | |
Hey, taxi! Taxi! | 0:47:33 | 0:47:36 | |
-Taxi! -Taxi! -Taxi! | 0:47:38 | 0:47:42 | |
-That's torn it. -No, it hasn't. We'll take a bus. | 0:47:52 | 0:47:55 | |
-Where to, you silly little shrimp? -Well, number 31 Main Road. | 0:47:55 | 0:47:59 | |
That's what the lady told the driver. I was holding the taxi door. | 0:47:59 | 0:48:03 | |
Good old Alec! | 0:48:04 | 0:48:07 | |
Shh! | 0:48:33 | 0:48:35 | |
Go on! GATE SQUEAKS | 0:48:40 | 0:48:43 | |
DOORBELL RINGS | 0:48:58 | 0:49:00 | |
What do you want here? | 0:49:01 | 0:49:03 | |
Can you spare something for the choir outing? | 0:49:03 | 0:49:07 | |
-What choir? -St Mark's, miss. | 0:49:07 | 0:49:11 | |
-Haven't I seen you somewhere before? -I don't know. | 0:49:11 | 0:49:15 | |
I expect you've seen me in church. | 0:49:16 | 0:49:19 | |
TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK | 0:49:19 | 0:49:22 | |
Ah, yes, that must be it. Now, come in, dear, I'll get my bag. | 0:49:23 | 0:49:28 | |
Just a minute, miss, I want to tell you about the outing. | 0:49:28 | 0:49:30 | |
-Well, so you shall. Come along in. -No, miss, I'll stop here. | 0:49:30 | 0:49:33 | |
Oh, no, you won't! | 0:49:33 | 0:49:35 | |
This was the one they used to change them stories. | 0:49:37 | 0:49:39 | |
-We've got her! -Look out! | 0:49:39 | 0:49:41 | |
I get it. I thought as much. | 0:49:43 | 0:49:47 | |
We'll see what the police have to say about this. | 0:49:48 | 0:49:50 | |
Good old Dicky! | 0:49:52 | 0:49:55 | |
-THEY SHOUT -I'll break your necks! | 0:49:55 | 0:49:57 | |
Lay off, will you? Cut it out! | 0:49:57 | 0:50:00 | |
You'll get five years for this! | 0:50:00 | 0:50:02 | |
Take your filthy paws off me! | 0:50:02 | 0:50:05 | |
Well...what happens now? | 0:50:08 | 0:50:13 | |
Now, Joe. | 0:50:17 | 0:50:20 | |
Don't you think you're going to get away with this. | 0:50:27 | 0:50:30 | |
HE WHISTLES | 0:50:35 | 0:50:37 | |
-What's happened? -We've tied her up. | 0:50:38 | 0:50:42 | |
What? | 0:50:44 | 0:50:45 | |
Here, quick, have a look at this. | 0:50:47 | 0:50:49 | |
-Was them stories done on the same machine? -I don't know. | 0:50:50 | 0:50:54 | |
Here, supposing she's seen me with you. What am I going to say to her tomorrow? | 0:50:56 | 0:51:00 | |
-She won't be there tomorrow. -It's all right for you to talk, I've got a job to lose. | 0:51:00 | 0:51:04 | |
-Here, what's that bird's name? -Her? Rhona Davis. | 0:51:04 | 0:51:07 | |
Then why is this letter addressed to Miss Rhona Watson? | 0:51:07 | 0:51:09 | |
Why didn't she use her right name at your office? She's a crook all right! | 0:51:09 | 0:51:14 | |
I'm going to nip up the road and ring my boss and tell him we're really onto something this time. | 0:51:14 | 0:51:18 | |
-That's right! Come on! -Dicky, Alec, watch her and make her talk. | 0:51:18 | 0:51:22 | |
Norman, you get back on guard. | 0:51:22 | 0:51:24 | |
-Do we go back in there? -You heard what he said. | 0:51:28 | 0:51:32 | |
We've got to make her talk. | 0:51:33 | 0:51:36 | |
-Couldn't we tickle her? -Don't talk silly. | 0:51:36 | 0:51:39 | |
But it worked fine in The Case of the Cross-eyed Chinaman. | 0:51:39 | 0:51:42 | |
No, Guv, I'm in a callbox. | 0:51:44 | 0:51:46 | |
Speedwell 9446, it's about two minutes from her place. | 0:51:46 | 0:51:50 | |
Now, look, I'm going to ring up Inspector Ford right away. | 0:51:50 | 0:51:52 | |
You stop there and I'll call you back. No, no, no. They'll be OK. | 0:51:52 | 0:51:56 | |
You stick where you are and don't leave that box. You understand? Good lad. | 0:51:56 | 0:52:00 | |
Hello? Hello, exchange. Hello? | 0:52:01 | 0:52:05 | |
You're going to talk if I stay here all night! | 0:52:05 | 0:52:08 | |
Who's your boss? | 0:52:10 | 0:52:12 | |
I'll scar you for life! | 0:52:15 | 0:52:17 | |
Oh, why don't you go home to mother? | 0:52:17 | 0:52:20 | |
And you, too, you silly little squirt. | 0:52:23 | 0:52:26 | |
I don't know, it made old Ming Por talk all right. | 0:52:28 | 0:52:32 | |
Go on, go off to your pals, they knew what was good for them. | 0:52:33 | 0:52:36 | |
They got out while they could and left you to carry the can. | 0:52:36 | 0:52:39 | |
I wouldn't like to be in your shoes when my pals turn up. | 0:52:39 | 0:52:42 | |
-Hey, come here! -They won't be long now. | 0:52:43 | 0:52:47 | |
-I'm expecting them any minute. -Water torture. | 0:52:47 | 0:52:51 | |
Then you'll know what it means to be tough. | 0:52:51 | 0:52:53 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:53:01 | 0:53:05 | |
-Get it away! -Talk then! -Take it away! | 0:53:05 | 0:53:08 | |
-Do you want to talk! -Yes! Yes! -SHE SCREAMS | 0:53:08 | 0:53:12 | |
OK, who runs your racket? | 0:53:15 | 0:53:18 | |
-It's... -Donald Duck. | 0:53:18 | 0:53:20 | |
-You there, undo those cords. -Yes, sir. | 0:53:27 | 0:53:30 | |
Get a move on! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Come along. | 0:53:41 | 0:53:44 | |
Got him! | 0:53:47 | 0:53:49 | |
-Joe! Joe! -What's happened? -A bloke turned up. | 0:53:57 | 0:54:00 | |
-One of the crooks. -I knocked him cold. Dicky's tied him up. | 0:54:00 | 0:54:04 | |
Lovely grub! That'll show old Ford. Nightingale's trying to contact him now. | 0:54:04 | 0:54:08 | |
-He told me to wait here until he rings me back. -We're not going to wait here now, are we? | 0:54:08 | 0:54:11 | |
Well, I don't know. He told me not to move, didn't he? | 0:54:11 | 0:54:15 | |
You gave him the address, Ford will find his way there all right. Oh, come on! | 0:54:15 | 0:54:19 | |
Look! | 0:54:26 | 0:54:28 | |
They've got Dicky! | 0:54:47 | 0:54:49 | |
We'll never see him again, I know we won't. | 0:54:58 | 0:55:01 | |
He might have run for it and got clear. | 0:55:01 | 0:55:03 | |
We never all should've left him there alone. | 0:55:03 | 0:55:06 | |
Aye, we'll find him in the river, that's where. | 0:55:06 | 0:55:08 | |
Nark it, can't you? Get a move on! | 0:55:08 | 0:55:11 | |
Who's going to tell her? | 0:55:38 | 0:55:40 | |
Joe, I suppose. | 0:55:40 | 0:55:43 | |
You don't think it's a woman's job? | 0:55:43 | 0:55:45 | |
-She doesn't like me. -Well, she hates me! | 0:55:45 | 0:55:47 | |
-Hey, Joe! -Dicky! | 0:55:53 | 0:55:56 | |
-I got in the back of their car! -Where did you go? Where did you go? | 0:55:56 | 0:56:00 | |
Listen, they're packing up cos of what we found out. Getting all their stuff out of London. | 0:56:00 | 0:56:03 | |
-We thought you were dead. -Pipe down. -I gave them the slip all right! | 0:56:03 | 0:56:06 | |
King's Cross they went. I was fair sweating, though. The bloke I tied up has gone to Glasgow. | 0:56:06 | 0:56:11 | |
Where they got the stuff? Did you find that out? | 0:56:11 | 0:56:13 | |
I know where they're shifting it, a place called Ballard's Wharf. | 0:56:13 | 0:56:16 | |
Cor, if you'd seen me crouching beside them. | 0:56:16 | 0:56:18 | |
Here! What's all this? You again, Joe Kirby? I might have known it! | 0:56:18 | 0:56:22 | |
You ought to be ashamed of yourself, hanging around the streets at this time of night! | 0:56:22 | 0:56:26 | |
-Ah! The old mare. -Ah, don't bother about her. | 0:56:26 | 0:56:29 | |
Ballard's Wharf. | 0:56:30 | 0:56:32 | |
Alec, Norman, how many of them crooks' names do you remember out of the Trump stories? | 0:56:34 | 0:56:38 | |
Oh, forget the Trump. What's Ford going to do now? | 0:56:38 | 0:56:40 | |
He's going to get the shock of his life. I've got a big idea. | 0:56:40 | 0:56:43 | |
-What, again? -Give him a chance, Norman. | 0:56:43 | 0:56:45 | |
Larry the Bull and Slimy Sam. | 0:56:45 | 0:56:47 | |
Holly Knox and Chopper Wilson, the bloke that used to bump off blondes with a meat hook. | 0:56:47 | 0:56:52 | |
-Come on, Norman. -Bob the Thief. | 0:56:52 | 0:56:55 | |
He tried to chuck Selwyn Pike into a bath of acid. What is this idea? | 0:56:55 | 0:56:59 | |
Benjamin Butler, Eddie the Moose and Smokey Andrews. | 0:56:59 | 0:57:03 | |
He tried to plug Smiler with a poisoned dart in Death Comes At Midnight. | 0:57:03 | 0:57:07 | |
Smokey Andrews. | 0:57:07 | 0:57:09 | |
OK. I reckon old Ford will have to believe us if we round up this little lot. | 0:57:10 | 0:57:14 | |
-Us round them up? -Us and a lot of others. | 0:57:14 | 0:57:18 | |
Listen, they know the game's up, see, but the other blokes don't. | 0:57:18 | 0:57:22 | |
They'll be looking in their Trump same as usual next week. | 0:57:22 | 0:57:25 | |
-For their orders. -That's it. | 0:57:25 | 0:57:27 | |
Now, listen, can you pinch old Wilkinson's story out in the post tomorrow, same as Rhona used to? | 0:57:27 | 0:57:32 | |
-Well, I suppose I can, but... -You got nothing to worry about. | 0:57:32 | 0:57:35 | |
There'll be another story along at your office in next to no time. | 0:57:35 | 0:57:38 | |
-Are you going to write it? -Me? No. | 0:57:38 | 0:57:43 | |
No, I won't do it. It's asking too much. | 0:57:43 | 0:57:47 | |
I won't even consider it. | 0:57:47 | 0:57:49 | |
OK. Then I'll have to let them crooks know it was you what put us onto their code. | 0:57:49 | 0:57:53 | |
-This is blackmail. -That's right. | 0:57:54 | 0:57:57 | |
But if you write the story just the way I've asked, | 0:57:57 | 0:57:59 | |
no-one won't even know, I promise you. | 0:57:59 | 0:58:01 | |
Such base ingratitude. | 0:58:03 | 0:58:05 | |
Larry the Bull, Slimy Sam, Chopper... | 0:58:05 | 0:58:08 | |
-You want them all included? -Yes. And don't forget the password, Seagull. | 0:58:08 | 0:58:12 | |
-When do you want this done? -First thing in the morning. | 0:58:15 | 0:58:17 | |
First thing in the morning? I've never written a story of this length in under two days! | 0:58:17 | 0:58:21 | |
Well, then, you'll have to bust your record! | 0:58:21 | 0:58:23 | |
Remember what happened to Nicky the Nark. | 0:58:23 | 0:58:25 | |
It'll mean missing all my sleep. | 0:58:29 | 0:58:32 | |
All of it. | 0:58:33 | 0:58:35 | |
Oh, how I loathe adventurous-minded boys. | 0:58:36 | 0:58:42 | |
INAUDIBLE | 0:58:43 | 0:58:51 | |
Guv'nor, what happened? Did he create? | 0:58:54 | 0:58:57 | |
It wasn't my fault, there was a bloke come and rescued them. | 0:58:57 | 0:58:59 | |
-If only you'd been... -Hey, hey, give us a chance. | 0:58:59 | 0:59:01 | |
-Do you mean about last night? -Yeah, Inspector Ford. | 0:59:01 | 0:59:03 | |
-What did he say when he found them gone? He was pretty wild, I bet. -He was, Joe, pretty wild. | 0:59:03 | 0:59:07 | |
You wait, he's going to be thanking us soon, cos I think we're onto the boss of the gang. | 0:59:07 | 0:59:12 | |
You're onto the boss of the gang? | 0:59:12 | 0:59:14 | |
Yeah, and I reckon he was the one what come and got the others out. | 0:59:14 | 0:59:17 | |
I don't know his name yet, but I got the number of his car. | 0:59:17 | 0:59:20 | |
-EMU 2O. -Carry on, this is interesting. | 0:59:20 | 0:59:24 | |
-I know where he's putting all that stuff what he pinched. -How did you find that out? | 0:59:24 | 0:59:27 | |
-A pal of mine was earwigging. Not bad, eh, guv? -Very smart. Very smart indeed. | 0:59:27 | 0:59:32 | |
But I don't know if you'll be able to get hold of Inspector Ford again. | 0:59:32 | 0:59:35 | |
-Think he won't believe it? -Well, after last night, of course. | 0:59:35 | 0:59:37 | |
-He'll believe it all right, once we round up the rest of the gang. -Oh, that's the plan now, is it? | 0:59:37 | 0:59:42 | |
Well, the boss of this gang is moving all his swag to Ballard's Wharf, see, | 0:59:42 | 0:59:46 | |
so we're having a special story in the Trump this week | 0:59:46 | 0:59:48 | |
telling all other crooks to go and pinch it. | 0:59:48 | 0:59:50 | |
You and the boys are going to catch them red-handed? | 0:59:50 | 0:59:52 | |
That's the idea. Making a real big do of it. | 0:59:52 | 0:59:55 | |
Saturday afternoon. Reckon it'll work, guv? | 0:59:55 | 0:59:57 | |
I'm sure it'll work, Joe, I'm sure it'll work a treat. | 0:59:57 | 1:00:00 | |
-The Battle of Ballard's Wharf. -Yeah. | 1:00:00 | 1:00:03 | |
THEY LAUGH | 1:00:03 | 1:00:05 | |
HE LAUGHS | 1:00:07 | 1:00:09 | |
Guv! | 1:00:15 | 1:00:17 | |
CAR ENGINE ROARS Guv'nor! Guv'nor! Guv! | 1:00:17 | 1:00:22 | |
"Never in the annals of crime had there been such an assembly of desperadoes | 1:00:36 | 1:00:40 | |
-"as met on the Saturday afternoon." -MAN LAUGHS | 1:00:40 | 1:00:43 | |
"Thieves, kidnappers, stick-up men, blackmailers, bullies, murderers..." | 1:00:43 | 1:00:49 | |
HE LAUGHS | 1:00:49 | 1:00:51 | |
"..all listened eagerly, their villainous faces aglow, as Larry the Bull outlined his evil plan." | 1:00:51 | 1:00:56 | |
HE LAUGHS | 1:00:56 | 1:00:58 | |
"That kid Smiler," announced Larry with a triumphant grin, "has played right into our hands. | 1:01:00 | 1:01:05 | |
"He's led us all unwitting to the plunder. | 1:01:05 | 1:01:07 | |
"Let us hide forthwith to number 401 Crampton Street." | 1:01:07 | 1:01:10 | |
What? Let me see that! | 1:01:10 | 1:01:12 | |
-Why? What's the matter, Jim? -Why, those little... | 1:01:12 | 1:01:14 | |
401 Crampton Street is the code for my place, not Ballard's Wharf. They've found out! | 1:01:14 | 1:01:18 | |
-Found out what? -For heaven's sake, don't be so dumb. | 1:01:18 | 1:01:20 | |
They found out I never shifted the stuff to the wharf and changed it. | 1:01:20 | 1:01:23 | |
They're sending all our chaps down to my warehouse at Covent Garden! | 1:01:23 | 1:01:26 | |
-Wait, Jim, what are you going to do? What about me? -Oh... | 1:01:26 | 1:01:29 | |
Working overtime, eh, Joe? | 1:03:19 | 1:03:22 | |
Where are the others? Your pals? | 1:03:30 | 1:03:33 | |
It's no use you holding out. | 1:03:43 | 1:03:45 | |
I've just been reading my Trump. | 1:03:45 | 1:03:48 | |
Where are they, Joe? | 1:04:00 | 1:04:02 | |
Ballard's Wharf. | 1:04:02 | 1:04:04 | |
Now, now. What's the good of you telling me lies? | 1:04:04 | 1:04:08 | |
I know you've changed the story. | 1:04:10 | 1:04:12 | |
-They're at Ballard's Wharf. -For the last time, Joe! | 1:04:12 | 1:04:15 | |
I'm telling you, they are at Ballard's Wharf. | 1:04:15 | 1:04:17 | |
We wanted to catch some crooks with the stuff on them | 1:04:17 | 1:04:19 | |
so we told them to fetch it from here and take it there. | 1:04:19 | 1:04:22 | |
I see. Well, I didn't get that far in the story. | 1:04:22 | 1:04:25 | |
So you and I are all alone, eh? | 1:04:25 | 1:04:28 | |
That's fine. | 1:04:29 | 1:04:31 | |
-You've taken a tip from me, eh? -I have? -Sure. | 1:04:31 | 1:04:34 | |
I put a phoney story in the Trump to catch you, didn't I? Sent you all to Ritchie's. | 1:04:34 | 1:04:39 | |
But you were too smart for me, Joe, and now I've been a little too smart to you. | 1:04:39 | 1:04:43 | |
Wise move of mine, getting you working here. | 1:04:43 | 1:04:47 | |
You see, Joe, after that business at Jago's, I had to keep a very special eye on you. | 1:04:47 | 1:04:52 | |
Now pick up them oranges! | 1:04:52 | 1:04:54 | |
Mustn't have the place looking untidy. We're expecting visitors. | 1:04:54 | 1:04:57 | |
HE LAUGHS | 1:04:57 | 1:04:59 | |
It's going to be quite an occasion. | 1:04:59 | 1:05:01 | |
Their first meeting with the big-shot. | 1:05:01 | 1:05:04 | |
-What time are they invited for? -They'll be here any minute now. | 1:05:05 | 1:05:09 | |
I stayed behind to open up the place for them. | 1:05:09 | 1:05:11 | |
And how were you going to account for your presence here? | 1:05:11 | 1:05:14 | |
That was the idea of putting a password in the story. | 1:05:14 | 1:05:16 | |
-I figured they'd wear me all right once I'd give that. -Yeah. | 1:05:16 | 1:05:20 | |
Yeah, of course, the password. I was forgetting. | 1:05:20 | 1:05:24 | |
What made you pick on that particular word? | 1:05:24 | 1:05:27 | |
Seemed like a good sort of signal. | 1:05:27 | 1:05:29 | |
There's one of our blokes, he can make a noise... | 1:05:29 | 1:05:32 | |
-What particular word? -The password. | 1:05:36 | 1:05:39 | |
Cor blimey! I was forgetting! | 1:05:39 | 1:05:41 | |
You didn't get that far into the story! | 1:05:41 | 1:05:44 | |
Oh! Let me go! You're hurting me! | 1:05:52 | 1:05:54 | |
You're hurting! I won't tell! You'll not get it out of me! | 1:05:54 | 1:05:57 | |
You didn't know the password, did you? You brute, you! | 1:05:57 | 1:06:02 | |
HE LAUGHS | 1:06:04 | 1:06:06 | |
-Who are you? -I'm the boss. | 1:06:17 | 1:06:20 | |
-Who are you? -Seagull. | 1:06:29 | 1:06:32 | |
-Now, that's more like it. Young Smiler, eh? -That's right, mate. | 1:06:33 | 1:06:37 | |
-So he's the boss of this place? -Seems like it. | 1:06:38 | 1:06:40 | |
I was sent here to open the place up for you and he came along and copped me. | 1:06:40 | 1:06:44 | |
Tie him up and gag him, Larry. You two, get on with the loading. | 1:06:44 | 1:06:47 | |
I'll keep watch on the corner. | 1:06:47 | 1:06:49 | |
Any sign of danger and I'll stroll by whistling the Lambeth Walk. | 1:06:49 | 1:06:52 | |
Pass that on to the others, will you? | 1:06:52 | 1:06:54 | |
PHONE RINGS | 1:07:02 | 1:07:05 | |
Operation Seagull. | 1:07:09 | 1:07:12 | |
HE IMITATES SEAGULL | 1:07:17 | 1:07:20 | |
HE IMITATES SEAGULL | 1:07:26 | 1:07:30 | |
Operation Seagull. | 1:07:38 | 1:07:41 | |
OK. It's worked! Come on! | 1:07:41 | 1:07:44 | |
Yeah? I just got time. | 1:07:50 | 1:07:53 | |
Come on, fellas, it's time! Come on! | 1:07:53 | 1:07:55 | |
Come on! Get going! | 1:07:57 | 1:07:59 | |
She won't take it, Larry. | 1:08:22 | 1:08:25 | |
What's that? | 1:08:38 | 1:08:40 | |
-Kids. -Ah! | 1:08:40 | 1:08:43 | |
HE SHOUTS WAR CRY | 1:08:53 | 1:08:56 | |
Come on! | 1:09:02 | 1:09:04 | |
THEY SHOUT | 1:09:04 | 1:09:08 | |
..And showery in the north of England and Scotland. | 1:09:21 | 1:09:25 | |
Now, here is a late item of news which has just come in. | 1:09:25 | 1:09:28 | |
"Urgent, all boys wanting a big adventure go immediately to Ballard's Wharf..." | 1:09:28 | 1:09:33 | |
And make it snappy! | 1:09:33 | 1:09:35 | |
Keep it up! | 1:09:59 | 1:10:01 | |
HE GRUNTS | 1:10:06 | 1:10:08 | |
THEY SHOUT | 1:10:12 | 1:10:14 | |
HE IMITATES BOMBING | 1:10:26 | 1:10:28 | |
Get them off me! Get them off of me! | 1:10:43 | 1:10:47 | |
THEY CHEER AND SHOUT | 1:10:52 | 1:10:56 | |
Come on! | 1:10:57 | 1:10:59 | |
Bash him! Come on, kids, kick them! | 1:11:02 | 1:11:05 | |
-Oh, you coward! -Do the lot of them! | 1:11:11 | 1:11:13 | |
Stop that van! | 1:11:36 | 1:11:38 | |
THEY CHEER AND SHOUT | 1:11:41 | 1:11:44 | |
TYRES SCREECH | 1:12:27 | 1:12:29 | |
TYRES SCREECH | 1:12:37 | 1:12:40 | |
HE GROANS | 1:13:19 | 1:13:22 | |
Nightingale! | 1:13:46 | 1:13:48 | |
DISTANT LAUGHTER | 1:14:25 | 1:14:28 | |
DISTANT LAUGHTER | 1:15:22 | 1:15:26 | |
DISTANT LAUGHTER | 1:15:30 | 1:15:32 | |
TRAIN HORN BLARES | 1:15:35 | 1:15:38 | |
JOE SCREAMS | 1:16:17 | 1:16:19 | |
You won't take my money! | 1:16:20 | 1:16:23 | |
Oh! | 1:16:23 | 1:16:25 | |
JOE SCREAMS | 1:16:27 | 1:16:28 | |
Oh! | 1:16:40 | 1:16:42 | |
DISTANT SHOUTING | 1:16:42 | 1:16:45 | |
THEY CHEER | 1:16:51 | 1:16:54 | |
# O, for the wings | 1:16:58 | 1:17:01 | |
# For the wings of a dove | 1:17:01 | 1:17:04 | |
# In the wilderness | 1:17:04 | 1:17:06 | |
# Build me a nest | 1:17:06 | 1:17:08 | |
# And remain there for ever at rest. # | 1:17:08 | 1:17:25 |