"Come on, son." "Get moving." "What you hanging about for?" "On your bike." "Hiya, son." "─ Watch yer, guv." "What's the world this morning?" "─ Going round." "Go on, still making them dizzy?" "Why there's a bloke here has just married his seventh wife." "And they talk about the direction of labour." "Ha!" "Aye, aye." "Why don't you play the flute?" "Morning, Ma." "─ Morning, Bar." "How's the missus?" "Oh fine, ta." "How's the old man?" "─ Oh, shocking." "The same as usual." "Good morning, Mr Gorman." "Morning, Coaly." "It don't matter." "I'll go round the back." "You want to watch this stuff." "Make your face all dirty." "That's right." "Keep them rolling." "Morning, Charlie." "─ Hiya, Guv." "Hiya, cheeky-boy." "─ Morning, Mr Gorman." "Bar darling." "─ Yes, my love?" "You're out of tea." "─ Tea?" "A couple of pounds do you?" "Anything will do me, dear." "Good morning all." "─ Good morning, Bar." "Hi, Fiducio." "─ Buongiorno." "Don't start that lark." "Good morning." "─ Alright." "Good morning." "Good morning Tony." "A couple of pounds of tea for old Nelly the costumer." "And don't take no money." "─ Right-oh, Bar." "The van is downstairs." "You get the writ?" "─ Blimey, I forgot." "Good morning." "Morning boys." "─ Morning, Bar." "What did we take in the club last night?" "─ Over £1,400." "Fourteen hundred, eh?" "Oh, quite a skinful." "Hello?" "Eh?" "Speaking." "Who?" "Not up yet." "Mrs Gorman." "Your husband is a very smart boy." "Right." "First up." "Ah, Slush-boy." "Oh, I got some lovely stuff here." "─ Oh, have you?" "Here, here." "This is my desk." "What's the matter?" "This will make your eyes water." "Clothing coupons." "Petrol coupons." "Packet of 500 each, them." "─ Oh, very choice, Slush-boy." "And there is 2,500 quid." "2,500?" "─ Yes." "Hot, eh?" "Very tasty." "Oh it's a lovely job, here, Slush-boy." "Blimey!" "You've got a water mark and all." "Been trying for years." "Just found out." "How much?" "─ Two-fifty, my price." "My price: one hundred." "But there is 2,500 of them." "─ One hundred." "Oh, I should peddle them myself." "─ Listen, peddle them yourself." "Daylight robbery." "That's what it is." "─ Of course it is." "I'm doing myself." "I ought to give you fifty and have done with you." "Look here, Bar." "What's all this cackle about Millie's shop, eh?" "Now, half a mo'." "Listen." "─ What's the matter?" "If you hear anything .. shush." "If people start talking .. shush." "Whatever they say, whatever you hear .. shush." "That will open a big iron door for you." "And you'll go over the wall for 10 or 15 years, see." "Now then." "What did I say?" "─ Shush." "Here .. who's that singing?" "Sounds like my old woman, talking another language." "Stick around, Slush." "─ Yeah." "Okay." "Here, here!" "What's going on down there?" "Mr Gorman, Miss Foss wanted to go up and see Mr Sugiani." "But I had orders." "That's right, Coaly boy." "Now then Annie, what's all the fuss about?" "Oh, Bar." "Please, I'm terribly worried." "─ Blimey, don't tell me it's happened." "Bar, it's Millie." "─ Millie?" "Millie Sharp?" "What about her?" "─ What has happened to her?" "Nothing has happened to her." "She's lovely." "You ought to take things easy, you ought." "You know what the doctor said?" "You've got a weak heart, you have." "Bar, you are wonderful, you are a family man." "You don't play with other girls." "You don't know my old lady." "Now listen, you go home and have a nice sleep." "And call back later." "There's a good girl." "And keep off the brandy." "Like telling an Eskimo to keep off the ice." "Here, if she calls round later, send her round to the back of the club." "Okay?" "Okay." "Women!" "Get you blinking own." "Hello, eh, yeah." "Speaking." "What?" "No." "Here you are Slushy boy." "A hundred nicker." "Now scarper." "It's alright." "They're all real." "And don't spend them all at once." "Ah Basher, what do you want?" "─ You seen the papers?" "Papers, what papers?" "─ They've found Millie Sharp." "Millie ..?" "The River Police got her out." "It's all in there." "─ Now look what you've done." "I ain't done nothing." "─ Nah ..?" "It was The Barber." "I argued with him." "I ought to have clouted him." "He put her over before I could stop him." "─ Cor, this will not half please Nuggsy." "Here, Bar." "Look." "Why, what's up?" "Inspector whatshisname and Annie." "Now that has torn it." "Basher, they're after us, for a million." "I'm off to see Nuggsy." "Nuggsy.!" "Nuggsy." "Here, Nuggsy .. you caught this?" "Please don't bother me, Bar." "I sing a song." "Here's a lovely chorus for you." "Nuggsy.!" "Bar, you have no finesse." "Come off that roundabout." "Here." "─ What is it?" "─ Shufti." ""The body of a young woman aged about 22 .."" ""Was recovered from the Thames by the River Police."" ""Believed to be Millie Sharp of Redmayne Street, Soho."" "Basher." "Basher." "Get me Basher." "─ It wasn't his fault, Nuggsy." "Get me Basher!" "─ I'll get him." "Keep your hair on." "Shouting the place down so early in the morning." "Don't telephone, Bar." "Telephones." "Always telephones." "I show you." "Basher." "Basher." "Basher!" "Basher!" "─ I'm here, Nuggsy." "What you do?" "What you do?" "Come on, Basher." "What I tell you?" "Listen, Nuggsy.." "Half a mo'." "So, you got a big river, huh." "The Thames." "She's a big river." "Thirty feet of water." "Twenty feet mud." "And you put her in a puddle, huh?" "So they find her." "In a puddle!" "It was the Barber." "He done the job." "He wouldn't listen to me." "Blinking amateur." "So, my little Barber, huh?" "Must have gone soft." "My little cat's whiskers, no?" "Next time, Basher puts them in mud." "Not Barber." "Basher." "Capisce?" "There oughtn't be a next time." "There oughtn't be a this time." "There wouldn't if I'd done it." "Bash them, yes .. murder, no." "─ Shut up." "You are a clerk." "Talk to telephones." "Not while little Annie talks to the Police." "What's this?" "─ Your little piece of Ex." "Inspector Rendall has been having a chat with her." "Si?" "─ Si." "Get the boys up." "─ Okay, Nuggsy." "Get them to get their noses on her tail." "Find out where she go, what she do!" "Will my little Annie talk to the Police?" "No." "Impossible." "Oh, you don't want to worry about her, Nuggsy." "Bar, it's a telephone." "Now you carry a telephone." "Hello?" "Bar here .. come up and fix Nuggsy's telephone." "Yeah, it's gone again." "Which was recovered from the river Thames off Greenwich." "And believed to be." "And recognised by a witness to be." "Millie Sharp." "─ Huh?" "Millie Sharp." "She'd been strangled." "Brooks .." "[ Annie, voice over ] "Millie Sharp."" ""Millie Sharp." "Millie Sharp."" ""Which was recovered from the river Thames."" ""Millie Sharp .. been strangled."" ""She'd been strangled, she'd been strangled."" ""Millie Sharp."" ""Millie Sharp." "Millie Sharp."" ""Which was recovered from the river Thames."" "Millie, Millie." "It was the Barber." "He did it." "The Barber?" "Did I get drunk?" ""Get"?" "Baby you've "got"." ""You are cock-eyed now." "Here." "Suppose you let me take you home, huh?" "What's this?" ""Metropolitan Police."" ""Admit Annie Foss to Riverside mortuary."" "Did you say "strangled"?" "Murdered." "Before I know her." "I saw her." "Who?" "─ Millie Sharp." "She was my friend." "So good .. so kind." "Her poor family." "Let's go somewhere else and talk." "I'd like to find out more about this." "It might prove very interesting." "There's your evidence, right there." "And, there is the story I got." "Well?" "─ Linda Medbury." "You're meant to be the best fashion editor in the business." "So?" "─ So." "Where's your copy?" "Here." "What about Sugiani?" "I didn't get you all the way across the Atlantic to do stories about gangsters." "We don't have any over here." "Oh, my aching back." "If you want to write that kind of stuff, you can go straight back to Chicago." "You have millions of women standing in queues here, haven't you." "Unfortunately." "It's the Sugianis who make the queues longer and rations shorter, isn't it?" "I don't want to do fashion." "There are mothers out there .." "Look." "I've got twenty or thirty men who can write this story for me." "They can't do your job and all I'm asking from you is .." "Listen, sweetie." "You're too good a newspaperman to spike that story." "And those other guys out there didn't get it in the first place." "So you print it and like it because there's more to come." "And there will be no more of this new-look stuff." "Until I get an old-fashioned look at that story on the front page!" "I suppose I could have you thrown out of the country." "For breaking your contract." "In 24 hours dearie, I'll be Mrs Jumbo Hoyle and a British subject." "Then nobody can throw me out of this country." "And I'm going to print that story and the follow up right here." "I don't want to find you in a mortuary." "After working here, I'd feel at home almost any place." "What time does this boy of yours arriving?" "The cable said this morning." "Look at the time." "I've lunch arranged." "Table for two and .." "Possibly, the plane is delayed." "The delay was probably another blond." "Are you going to print that story?" "I'll hang on until Jumbo arrives." "Pah!" "Anybody would think you were Sugiani's uncle Fudd." "Who's he?" "He's the guy down in Tennessee who's always doing .." "Well-known in the West End of London and the larger provincial centres." "Is Eduardo Sugiani." "Starting from today, the Evening Echo will publish .." "Ha ha ha." "I just came back to get my shoes." "Hey." "Do those again." "You have a job here." "─ Don't you ..?" "Hello?" "Hold it." "Have them for me tomorrow." "Now get off home and relax." "Ring me back in two minutes." "Goodbye, uncle Fudd." "Starting from today." "The Evening Echo will carry articles exposing his black market activities." "And an international organisation built up over ten years of unpunished crime." "You got that?" "Why, it's Mr Hoyle." "─ Hello, Joe." "Good to see you." "Hello, Sweeney." "Hello, Jumbo old boy." "Old Jumbo." "You look ten years younger." "─ Yes, I feel it." "Hello, Jim." "─ Hi, you old scrounger." "Bill, what have you done to your hair?" "Son, you've grown up." "Jumbo!" "─ Where is she?" "Linda!" "Linda!" "Jumbo." "Uncle Fudd, did you see him react?" "This is D-Day all over again." "I'm glad you're home." "Oh dear." "Some people have got no soul." "Hello?" "Yes?" "She's busy .. the office." "Eh?" "What Sugiani story?" "Oh, alright." "Alright, she'll call you back." "Now then." "What's all this about Sugiani?" "Nothing much, darling." "A little crook I'm writing about here in London." "What's he got to do with fashions?" "I'm trying to out-mode him." "If we get married you won't have the time." "Oh, I can knock off a paragraph every time I come up here." "I'd want the air too, you know." "Mr Jumbo." "Do you know, I'm very happy." "─ Are you?" "You wait until we get to Paris." "─ Hmm." "Oh, criminy." "I still have three sketches to do and a few thousand words to type." "Now wait A minute." "Wait a minute." "See this?" "Special license." "Eight o'clock tomorrow." "And here." "The ring." "Yes." "And at nine o'clock tomorrow." "Two Pullman reservations on the Golden Arrow." "A wonderful routine." "─ That lets out Mr Sugiani." "Oh no it doesn't, my sweet." "He's in." "With the rice and old shoes." "Would you like some coffee?" "─ Uhuh." "Linda." "─ Hmm?" "Linda, only two people have tried to write about Sugiani." "One of them was Harry Firmin." "Yes, a very curious case." "Harry was happily married." "Had a lovely wife." "Three sweet kids." "He just vanished one night." "Nobody's ever heard of him since." "You still take cream in your coffee, dear?" "─ Uhuh." "Then there was Jimmy Pentlow on our paper." "He was found .. in a doorway." "But he's half-blind and he's paralysed." "Oh no, Jumbo." "─ Oh yes." "We hadn't any proof and we couldn't find any." "And Mr Sugiani is still the boss." "The nastiest thug in Europe." "Well, what are the Cops doing?" "Just sitting around?" "They've got to have evidence." "This Sugiani is too smart." "He'll pay his men a thousand a year to take the can back." "Take the can back?" "─ Yes, take the rap." "Go to jail for him." "Darling, you will have to learn English." "─ I'm willing." "I'll teach you American before you are much older." "Yeah?" "─ Yeah." "Darling, it's been so long." "Yes." "Six years." "And we're only two among millions." "Doing anything but the job we wanted to do." "Al I want to do now is to .." "Marry you and settle down in some quiet little place and go to work." "Isn't that what you want to do?" "─ Uhuh." "I've dreamed of it so often, I know every detail of that little place." "And I can feel the gingham apron tied around me." "And I make the best cookies you've ever tasted." ""Biscuits" you've ever tasted." "I can't wait another second." "Come on, let's get married now." "I don't want you mixed up in this Sugiani business." "It isn't healthy." "I have a use for this pretty thing, and I don't want it found in a river." "Oh, nonsense." "Linda, what do you think happens to people like Millie Sharp?" "They don't just walk out of life as simply as all that, you know." "Any Police Station will show you a gallery of a couple of hundred of them." "Not suicides." "Put out like little candles." "Lots of little lights going out all over London." "Don't you see what you're getting in to?" "If you know so much and the Police know, I don't see how he goes on." "That's easy." "You can buy people's loyalty, you know." "Politicians do it with promises." "Sugiani does it with cash." "Now you listen to me." "If you think of a lot of tired women queuing with their precious coupons." "And think of those little lights going out all over London." "Then you think of that son-of-a .." "See this?" "─ Ah, the old thunderer." "Hmm .. here is some thunder from way off." "In loving memory of my husband who gave his life for his country." "I might have had to put that in there for you." "Meanwhile, Mr Sugiani is still alive and prospering on the black market." "And murdering little Millie Sharp." "Still want me to quit?" "[ Telephone ]" "Hello?" "Yes, Jumbo here." "─ "This is uncle Fudd speaking."" "It's your editor again." "─ "Jumbo." "You know about this story."" ""The Sugiani story."" "Yes, I know about it and I want to talk to you about it, too." ""You sound a little annoyed."" "Annoyed?" "I'm petrified." "I think you're crazy to allow it." ""So do I .. but it's too good to miss."" ""I've got Divisional Detective Inspector Rendall." "He's looking after things."" ""Let me talk to Linda will you?" ─ Now look, you .." "Uncle Fudd?" "Hold on a moment." "What's your answer?" "What's your answer?" "Oh Jumbo, Jumbo .. don't." ""Hello?"" "Hello .. hello?" ""Hello .. hello."" "Hello?" "Sounds like a bazaar in Tokyo." "─ I suppose you realize her danger?" "Linda Medbury is not the sort to be worried." "She is very high spirited." "With 2 more legs she'd be running in The Oaks." "Still, I'd hate something to happen to her." "But you can't expect poor taxpayers to provide young ladies with bodyguards." "Look." "I lost two of the best chaps in the world to Sugiani." "I'm sure he was behind it." "─ A stone certainty." "I'd give anything to shop him." "Well?" "Doesn't it occur to you that this girl might have picked up a trail?" "A fresh trail through this .. whatshername ..?" "Who?" "─ Foss." "Foss?" "Annie Foss?" "Yes." "Can I use your phone?" "─ Yes." "Hello .." "Scotland Yard." "Yep." "Annie Foss was Sugiani's girlfriend for years." "I could never get a peep out of her." "Hello?" "One-five." "Yep." "Got a cold?" "Sergeant Brooks?" "Rendall, here." "Look .. put a detail on to .." "Bi-cester Court, Shepherd Street." "Bicester." "What?" "─ Bicester." "Oh, Bicester." "Yes." "Well, B .." "I .." "Never mind how to spell it." "Put a detail there." "Medbury." "Miss Linda Medbury." "Yep." "And report to me." "Got it?" "Blimey!" "Nuggsy had better get a basin-full of this." "Not now, Basher, we're .." "─ Shut up .. what is it?" "Have you seen this?" ""Black Market Terror Unmasked."" ""By Linda Mudbery." "Medbury."" "Never heard of her." ""Underworld Sensation." "Gangster Control."" ""Sticks at nothing." "Not even murder."" "Dangerous." "─ Ah, a lot of toffee." "I say she is dangerous." "─ Why?" "It's all good publicity." "It don't matter what they say, as long as they say it." "Who said that?" "Blimey, I did." "How much do you make a week, Bar?" "─ Who me?" "Oh, about 300 and pickings." "You're doing alright." "I asked you .. not me .. you." "What do you do for this 300 and "pickings"?" "I take care of the house, take the kids to bed." "My day has gone." "Oh dear." "Shut up .. earn your money." "What you do about this Medbury?" "You know where she lives?" "Yeah." "I know where she lives." "And if you deal with her, you'll be dealing with every paper in the country." "It won't be long." "Then what I do?" "─ What I told you." "Nothing." "Nah, she can't prove nothing." "Besides, who do you reckon reads it?" "I read it." "And I don't like what I read." "─ Don't read it then." "Your chair is too near your pants." "You are a clerk." "Mr chair, backside, clerk." "Mr 300 pounds and pickings." "Basher." "─ You want me?" "Nobody is his right mind would." "─ You know this Medbury?" "Now be careful, Nuggsy." "You're getting right in up to here." "Mr chair knows where she lives." "You go round and .." "─ You know what happens if he's caught?" "About fifteen years penal servitude." "─ Shut your face." "Fifteen years?" "And for thirty years I've built up and built up." "You think I want to read this in the paper?" "How much is the job worth?" "─ That's my department, how much." "How much!" "And he comes to life." "Say "money" and he bloom like a beautiful flower." "Listen, Nuggsy, why don't you use a bit of loaf." "This is a newspaper." "Different music." "You're chucking away a goldmine here." "And what for?" "Now listen." "Mrs Gorman's little boy is in this too, you know." "Now why don't you box clever?" "─ Box clever?" "─ Yeah." "Use your nut." "What yer, Bill." "Come on." "Hello, Charlie." "Paper?" "Eh, your bit of stuff is outside." "─ Thanks." "Alright, alright." "I'm coming." "Maffie, where's that tea?" "─ Hello." "I don't care how you do it, but your job is protect Miss Medbury 24 hours a day." "Right." "─ Alright, thanks a lot." "Well Pudd'n, I'm very grateful." "That's alright, Guv." "Anything for a smack at that Sugiani mob." "Why don't you try having a real smack at them?" "No." "This place is my bread and cheese." "Sugiani is a big bloke." "Yeah." "But you've got plenty of good boys here." "We've got the weight." "That's where Sugiani's got it." "─ Oh." "Open your mouth once, and that's your lot." "I'm not going back to the paper for a month." "A nice long honeymoon, eh sir?" "─ I could use some of that time here." "What, in a gymnasium?" "Poor girl." "You know as well as I do, he'll have a crack." "He'll try." "I've tipped it." "What am I supposed to do?" "Wait until she comes home with a broken nose?" "Hey, one foot on the floor." "And that's if she's lucky." "I can't stand it, Pudd'n." "The thought is driving me nuts." "Well, all you've got to do is mark the card." "That's all." "Would you help?" "─ Me?" "You mean them?" "Half the blokes here would." "That's all we're waiting for." "Just say the word. ─ When?" "Now?" "Maffie, ring that bell." "Watch them rush." "Usually rings for dinner." "Now listen." "This is Mr Jumbo Hoyle." "He's sports editor of The Echo." "He's always been a good pal of ours." "He's going to get spliced to Linda Medbury." "You all seen this?" "─ Yeah." "He thinks that Sugiani is going to try and bash her." "So do I." "I'd like to bash him." "But we're alright at this sort of thing." "But we're not very bright up here." "Mind you, if we could, we'd go, wouldn't we?" "Yeah, sure." "Who's in?" "─ All of us." "All yours, Guv." "Right." "First of all, how many can Sugiani collect?" "A couple of hundred." "─ What?" "It's nothing, he can get twice that." "Birmingham, Glasgow, Manchester." "Big business, old Nuggsy." "Nuggsin?" "─ Nuggsy." "Knuckledusters." "He uses them on the girls." "He uses them as knuckles, see." "They are solid silver." "The girls don't like him." "─ Especially the pretty ones." "Ever seen a bride smashed up by knuckledusters, Guv?" "It's not that I don't believe you, Annie." "I simply think you're making a melodrama out of it." "Miss Medbury, he will know who's talked." "Look at this paper." "He will know who said these things to you." "Millie Sharp said only half of this in the café." "And it put her in the river." "What will he do to me, huh?" "You'll be looked after all the time." "Please, he will kill me." "You must stop these stories." "If you think for a moment you'll realise that printing it is what will save you." "It might have saved Millie Sharp if I'd met her." "Sugiani goes on only because people don't know about him." "Oh Annie, you must give me the rest of the facts." "Oh." "That's my Jumbo." "[ Buzzer ]" "[ Door knocks ]" "[ Door knocks ]" "[ Buzzer ]" "Who is it?" "─ Are you there, Guv?" "Aye, aye .." "Miss Linda Medbury?" "─ Yes." "Ah." "Gorman is the name." "Call me "Bar"." "Can I .. talk to you for a minute?" "─ I'm sorry .." "Just what do you want?" "─ I told you." "I want to talk to you." "Say you come to my office in the morning?" "Oh." "You're doing alright, here aren't you." "So you are the Medbury lark, huh?" "Will you get out!" "You were saying?" "If you don't get out, I'll call the Police." "Ooh .." "I've come over all goosey-honest I have." "Now listen, Miss." "Take pity on a hard-working man and just .." "Spread it over there, will you?" "Alright, show off your tush if you want to." "It's a smasher." "Come on, give." "─ Eh?" "─ Talk." "Oh, ta." "Tell me something." "You've been writing some stuff about a Mr Sugiani, haven't you?" "Now I don't call that very sensible." "Or very kind." "That's too bad." "─ Could be." "He's only trying to make a living, same as anyone in this hard, cruel world." "I'm just plain curious to know how." "You know what curiosity did, don't you?" "Poor little pussy." "Nice little pussy." "Right down the bottom of the well." "─ Where you put Millie Sharp." "Now look, Miss." "Some blokes go round trying to find other blokes to give them a job, see." "But other blokes like Mr Sugiani .. got ideas." "And they give jobs to other blokes." "They all make a living." "They all go home to wife and kids and everybody's happy." "See?" "─ No." "I think he's a crook." "Now look, Miss." "Supposing you had a word with Mr Sugiani." "I .. think you'll like my employer." "Aye, aye." "Don't shove." "Nuggsy!" "─ Dear boy." "Eh?" "Miss Medbury?" "I'm Sugiani." "Please excuse for coming to your apartment." "I speak very bad English." "But you read it well enough, don't you?" "─ Miss Medbury." "My lawyer say "make her read for life"." "But I say no trouble, please." "What a pity." "We could have used that as an advert for fee." "No, no." "No read." "I don't like trouble." "Miss Medbury, why you do this to me?" "It's the old St Patrick in me." "─ Patrick?" "What's he got to with it?" "I don't like snakes." "─ Jokes, huh?" "Miss Medbury." "I don't like to waste words." "Why are you write this?" "I think perhaps you come to my club and somebody spill wine on your dress?" "You say, alright, I'll make it very bad for Mr Sugiani, no?" "No .." "I'm going to make sure you don't murder any more Millie Sharps." "I don't know this one." "All I know is my dance girls." "They are very respectable." "Besides this." "I got Lords, Ladies and Ministers come to my place." "I really couldn't be less interested." "If you come to the Evening Echo tomorrow." "─ Come to my club and see for yourself." "Bar." "A beautiful dame." "Special flowers, special menu." "If you find what I say is a lie, I make a cheque for charity." "A hospital, anybody." "And what's to be the proof?" "─ I've got witnesses." "Accounts." "Files." "I've got friends." "Yes, I've heard about them." "I've got enemies, too, Miss Medbury." "I'm in business." "I got competitors." "That's quite true." "What about Millie Sharp?" "Who is this "Sharp"?" "She wants to know." "Sharp, who?" "Who?" "Huh?" "What a beautiful apartment, Miss Medbury." "Why you see, this reminds me of the doss-house." "The what?" "The doss-house." "Where I used to sleep when I was a little boy." "Two pennies a night." "Straw." "Like for cattle." "Every night before I used to go to sleep I used to say" " Sugiani." "One day you will have a beautiful place to sleep." "I got." "Have you always lived in London?" "─ All my life." "What nationality are you?" "A British foreigner." "How did you get started?" "─ Any old job." "Butcher boy, baker boy." "You know." "And .. who looked after you?" "─ Sugiani." "I was hungry." "I was always hungry." "I could murder for a piece of bread." "Fighting in the gutter for a crust." "I live in the dustbins." "Garbage cans." "─ Yes." "Big, big." "Little pieces to eat." "Filth, rubbish." "Children of the field." "I was one." "You really came up the hard way didn't you." "It is enough." "I came up." "Mr Sugiani." "How did you start the Blue Moon club?" "Oh, it's funny, this." "I did little jobs in Leicester." "Then one day I meet somebody." "He say .." ""I got no job."" "I say: "me too"." "He say: "I got no money." "Only two pounds"." "I say: "I got no job." "Three pounds."" "So I say: "what you do?"." "He say: "I wash dishes"." "So I say: "We got five pounds"." ""Two brains, two pair of hands"." "Ha." "We got a business." "Sounds like Samuel Smiles." "─ No, no." "Not Smiles." "Bar Gorman." "He washed dishes?" "Mr telephone was dishwasher first." "I'm beginning to see the development." "So we operate a club in the night time." "He wash dishes, I cook, wait, everything." "1,2,3,4 5 years." "The house where I started, now she is mine." "Everything the best, I got." "Beautiful." "I'm Sugiani!" "And Millie Sharp?" "[ Italian language ]" "Who told you about Millie Sharp?" "Yes, I expect you would like to know my informant, wouldn't you." "Please, Miss Medbury." "That is all I want." "Well .." "Perhaps I can arrange a meeting?" "Say, tomorrow afternoon at my office?" "I like very much to do business with you Miss Medbury." "Publicity, huh?" "Will make me very, very happy." "A little present." "─ Put that away." "No like?" "Pretty odd, huh?" "Listen sweetheart." "Get out!" "[ Italian language ]" "Nuggsy!" "Get out of here!" "─ Her .." "And take this overcoat with you." "Miss Medbury." "I can be nice." "And I can be not nice." "Nah, nah." "Naughty, naughty." "You're a smashing looker, ducks." "You got these and those all in the right place." "But there's a big difference between now and then." "They might .. slip a bit." "By the way." "Who is this informant you're bringing face-to-face with Mr Sugiani?" "Annie Foss, isn't it?" "Get out of here." "─ I'd like to see Annie." "Where is she?" "Annie, come out!" "─ I said you get out .." "Oh, pardon me." "My army training." "Annie!" "Annie, come out." "Aye, aye." "Come out, ducks." "Ah, there she is." "Old mademoiselle parlez-vous herself." "Come on, get going." "Annie .. don't go with him." "Listen, pussy .. got any boyfriends?" "Well, have a good time." "While you got time." "So long .. juicy." "Look, I can't wait any longer." "Tell Mr Sugiani I'm .." "There's Mr Sugiani's car now." "Don't forget." "Keep the beautiful mouth shut." "Huh." "What can we do for you, lady?" "─ I have an appointment with Mr Sugiani." "Go on." "Thought you called for the rent." "Can I be of any assistance?" "I'll talk to Mr Sugiani." "Come on, son." "Goodnight." "Hey, don't do that." "Don't do that." "No good." "Take that." "There." "Go on, go on." "Go on." "Ah, Miss Blaine." "[ Italian language ]" "There's a lot of important people coming tonight." "Get the right wines for them." "There's that French Count." "That's right." "Chateau Lafitte 1932." "That Lord Nixon." "Champagne." "Krug. 1929." "For Mr Sugiani and his new .. whatshername." "Bollinger '32." "And if Miss Medbury turns up, arsenic 1948." "Yes, sir." "─ Here." "I want two hard-boiled eggs and a bottle of beer to my room." "Sharpish." "Yes, sir." "─ Right-oh, son." "Here you are, lass." "Ah, Miss Blaine it's such a great honour to me for you to come to my poor house." "Oh, I think it's wonderful." "─ You like it, huh?" "I love this decor." "It's like a movie set." "Oh, much better." "Only the best for Sugiani." "Coaly, champagne for two upstairs." "─ Sure will, sir." "Now that's a beautiful painting." "Such tempo, such rhythm, such bravura." "Naturally." "You are a great connoisseur, Miss Blaine." "I like that." "That's nothing." "Wait until you see what I've got upstairs." "A genuine Tintoretto." "Sounds fascinating." "─ For £35,000, it should be." "Hard cash or brute force." "If he can't buy them, he can bash them." "That's what frightens people." "Now, most of you were in the services in one way or another, so I .." "I don't suppose this job will be any hardship." "But it's got to be done quickly." "Before he can get those reserves down from the midlands and Glasgow." "It's not months or weeks or days." "It's hours." "So make up your mind about this." "What we are doing absolutely aging the law." "If we're caught, we're for it." "Anybody worried?" "─ No. ─ No." "The first thing we got to do is to kill the golden goose." "Stop his currency." "Find out who's working for him and where." "Alright, Guv." "We got them spotted." "We got some blokes watching his house now." "Anything comes out, will be put out." "Here, what about them boats, Pudd'n?" "Yeah, he's some boats on the river." "They meet ships from the estuary." "London docks, Tilbury." "Stuff is thrown overboard." "They bring it in." "Contraband." "─ Yeah." "Of course they pay customs." "Don't the Police know about this?" "─ Of course, but where's the witnesses?" "He's an enterprising so and so." "─ You know what he registered as?" "Why he wasn't called up?" "A blinking farmer." "And what about them garages, boss?" "There's 200-odd cars in there, all stolen property." "Ain't there?" "Round the corner?" "That's right." "All dolled up, numbers filed off." "New plates." "Proper spanking." "Any old iron." "─ Here you are my lucky lads." "Tea's up." "Lovely girl." "Well, here's to operation Noose. ─ Noose?" "Yes." "That's a rope with a loop and a slip knot." "Here's to it." "Linda." "Darling." "Why did you bring Miss Medbury in here?" "─ I'm so sorry." "I had a visit." "From Sugiani." "─ What?" "You're right, darling." "He's a killer." "─ What did he say?" "Oh, he said he could be nice and he could be not nice." "His little chum said I had "these and those" all in the right places." "But they might .. slip a bit." "Sounds like their handwriting." "─ Oh, Pudd'n Bason" " Miss Medbury." "Pleased to meet you." "Glad your safe." "─ Thanks." "So am I." "Darling, I .." "─ Yeah, I'll be right with you." "Right, boys." "This is it." "Thanks." "Get some sleep tonight." "You're going to need it." "─ Goodnight, Guv." "Goodnight." "Now Spaniel boy, take the launches down to meet the Sylvesters." "Same time, same signal." "Watches, clocks, perfume, machine tools and diamonds." "We've had a lot of stuff lately you know, Mr Gorman." "We don't want to go mad and get into trouble." "Look, get down the river and earn your money." "Look, turn it up, Greasy." "That's a nice job you got there." "You're a cunning boy, Greasy." "What time does the plane go?" "─ About half past five, Mr Gorman, sir." "About half past five, Mr Gorman sir." "That means you'll be in Amsterdam about seven, do your business." "Then get back tomorrow some time." "That's right, Mr Gorman, sir." "─ Then they'll be another job for you." "Them emeralds." "Mr Gorman, do you think it's safe?" "So soon?" "Of course it's safe if Nuggsy says so." "Well I've done so much for Mr Sugiani lately that I'm becoming known." "See, I've always kept out of trouble." "─ Don't go on and on and on." "Don't go on and on and on and on." "I could be arrested." "─ Greasy." "All of the newspapers, that horrible face of yours." "The ROS in voice are very unlikely." "Here, get into this." "Reverse, reverse." "─ What you doing?" "A dance?" "Come on, get into it and shut up." "[ Choir music ]" "Ah, them ruddy choirboys again." "In working hours, too." "Oughtn't be allowed." "I rather like the sound of the voices, myself." "I think it's very charming." "Reminds me of the time when I was in the choir." "I used to sing in Handel's Messiah." "Here, stop nattering." "Handel's Messiah." "Now shove off." "Are you potted or you want me to give you something to sprout?" "I want my money, Mr Gorman, sir." "─ Oh, here you are." "Not that if you don't mind." "I know Slush's stuff." "What do you mean, stuff?" "This ain't the ordinary Slush." "It's the real McCoy." "Look .. watermark." "Oh, very lovely." "Beautiful." "But I'll have ordinary money if you don't mind, Mr Gorman sir." "Ordinary money, eh?" "Nothing cheap and nasty. ─ No." "That's for toe-rags like me I suppose?" "─ Yes." "Now scarper." "Now what you waiting for?" "My ticket money, Mr Gorman." "Mr Sugiani said I was to have some extra." "See .." "Don't keep going on and on and on." "Don't keep going on and on and on." "I need the extra." "There you are." "Fourteen and nine." "That's one hundred and one pounds, 14 shillings and 9 perishing pence." "That's you with your pound of fat." "Hey, you forgotten something." "─ What?" "─ Your bus fare." "I'll walk, Mr Gorman." "[ Doorbell ]" "Who is it?" "─ Linda Medbury." "Hello Miss Medbury." "─ Hello, Annie." "You come to see my hovel, eh?" "Sit down." "Sugiani, before he made me live in a beautiful apartment." "But now we finish, back to this room." "I wanted to come and see you, Annie." "For one thing, I've been terribly worried about you since last night." "What happened after you left?" "What happened, Miss Medbury?" "Sugiani has another woman." "A film star." "I know he does not love me anymore." "Maybe he get me killed or something." "I'm .. glad to see you're packing." "Because I'd like to have you go away for a vacation somewhere." "The only place I can go for a vacation is the cemetery." "You make such pleasant conversation." "Look." "I'll arrange it all for you." "Now I want you to come to the office and tell me everything you know of Sugiani." "I only speak when you promise:" "no stories until I leave England." "I'm afraid you don't know the newspaper game." "But you don't know Sugiani." "You do .. that's what I need." "Miss Medbury, I'm going to die soon." "But I'd rather die with a heart, something peaceful." "I don't tell mo stories until you promise to wait until I leave England." "You're not in love with that toad, are you?" "Why, you just told me he has another girl." "[ French language ]" "Oh, Annie." "Why don't you get yourself out of this mess and settle down somewhere?" "You are very pretty you know, and there are lots of nice fellahs around." "And the Barber." "Again, the Barber!" "Now who is he?" "─ Oh, mon Dieu." "I wish I was like you." "So beautiful .. and so innocent." "Oh, Annie." "Come now .." "look, it's .." "Look." "If you'll give me the whole story, my editor will hold it back for a few days." "Until you're safe on the continent." "Okay?" "Oh, Annie." "Don't worry, I'll help you." "So will my Jumbo." "Why, he has a whole army of men after Sugiani." "But if I tell him to delay the action, he will." "If anything happens Miss Medbury, you will be responsible." "Look, I'm not asking you to kill the story, just hold it off." "Give her time to get to Paris and clear." "I don't have to remind you that Sugiani is front page news." "You put him there." "Look, I promised that girl." "I told her I would .." "Just two days." "That's all I ask." "Two days!" "I'll go down on my knees." "─ I'm sorry, but it can't be done." "Uncle Fudd." "If anything happens to that girl it will be my fault." "We're the Evening Echo you know." "Not the Police Gazette." "But I promised Annie." "That stupid editor won't help me and you have to." "Hold the boys back a couple of days." "Will you?" "I wonder if you know what sort of a fellow you picked on with this Sugiani." "He's not an ordinary crook, you know." "He's big business." "He's a warlord." "I'm wondering what sort of a husband I'm picking." "Oh .. just a little while." "Please, darling?" "In that little while, he'll finish off the pair of us." "Now in any case, I couldn't stop Pudd'n and the boys." "They wouldn't listen." "Here we are, sir." "Poor old Greasy." "Blimey, you should have seen his back!" "I follows him out of Sugiani's place." "And I done him on the corner, see." "I says .." "─ Wait .." "Oh begging yours, Miss." "Well, I clocks him, see." ""Alright mate, leave me alone and you can have the lot" he says." "Then he starts taking off his halfs and flutes .. daisy roots." "Boots, Miss." "He goes like this." "And there you are." "Look." "Get out of it." "Then he takes off his jacket." "And out comes this little how-do-you-do." "So, just in case there was anything else, I takes the lot." "Well done, Linty." "Good work." "Right, now to get back to the job." "First team." "─ Yeah." "Ropey." "You're here." "The warehouses." "Ten o'clock. ─ Right, sir." "Second team, Moggy. ─ Yes, sir." "Third, Nelson. ─ Yes, sir." "Fourth, Mack." "─ Yes, sir." "Now Moggy, you're going in behind the Blue Moon .. in Dobbs Place." "Nelson, your team here in Redmayne Street." "Yes, sir." "And Mack, you're here in Leicester Street. ─ Right, sir." "And Pudd'n and myself, with the main body." "Are going in here, in Paris Yard." "We're going straight through the front door .. any questions?" "Yes, sir." "If we get mixed up in a rough house there in the dark." "How are we going to tell who's who?" "─ Yeah, that's a sticky one." "Aye." "I picked up about three dozen barrow boys from Covent Garden" "Have you ever tried to mix it with the barrow boys?" "Worse than Glasgow dogs." "I'm bringing them in from Billingsgate." "My lot are cab men from Chelsea." "Chelsea!" "That's it!" "Simple." "Football." "Football jerseys." "We'll take them with us and slip them on as we go in." "Up Chelsea!" "Now why didn't I know?" "I could have cabled Leo for a Dodger's shirt." "Honestly, you fellows are getting better than Sugiani." "Yeah, we've got to be." "─ You'd better be." "I don't want you all beaten up." "I've a feeling." "─ What?" "You'll all get beaten up." "That's funny .." "I have a feeling, too." "Just no idea, eh?" "No idea who did the job?" "Now look here, Mr Rendall." "You've got nothing on me." "You haven't got much on yourself." "That's the reason he was picked up, sir." "On Redmayne Street." "Insufficiently clad." "No." "Nothing at all, Greasy." "Nothing at all." "Except half a dozen whopping big sparklers sewn up in your under-vest." "Where did you get them?" "I don't know." "I keep telling you." "I didn't know I had them on me." "You visited down a hole with them lumps of coal, without knowing it, eh?" "I'd never split on them." "─ Yeah?" "You knew you had them, then?" "I tell you I don't know anything about them." "Look, Greasy boy." "What do you think the judge is going to say to you?" "You can't prove anything." "You got married a year ago didn't you, Greasy?" "Yes." "And there is a little Greasy too, isn't there?" "A nice wife, a nice home." "A beautiful baby boy." "I'm wondering what the judge is going to say to you." "I'm no stool-pigeon." "I won't talk." "We're not asking you to talk, Greasy." "We just wonder what the judge is going to say." "Mr Rendall, you know I'm no squealer." "I've always been a straight man." "I won't talk." "What do you think poor Mrs Greasy will say?" "I will not be a stool-pigeon." "Mr Sugiani will be lighting a nice big cigar about now, I won't be surprised." "He'll be drinking your health for a long time to come." "I wonder if he'll look after your wife and kid." "How long you think I'll get?" "Oh, it all depends .. doesn't it." "The question I'm asking you, Greasy-boy." "Is, where did you get the stuff?" "Alright." "I'll talk." "It's galling to spend six years clearing out a couple of stinkers over there." "And come back and find one in your back yard." "When Annie is safely out of the country we can go ahead." "I can write my story and you and your boys can do your job." "After our honeymoon." "Any stories you tell after the honeymoon my sweet, will be in the nursery." "Oh, Papa." "Hey Pudd'n." "Here, quick." "Back of the queue." "Back of the queue." "Hold it, hold it." "You know about this Glasgow job?" "They got a dozen lorries down at the garage, all filling up." "I seen them." "And Saxie, you know Saxie." "He's the boss." "Gold-plated black market there, Guv." "Get together about fifty of the boys and get after them." "Get on to it." "Next." "Good evening, Inspector." "What's this?" "A night school?" "All learning your lessons like good little boys." "Floodlight football, eh?" "What are you, the sports mistress?" "Good evening, Mr Hoyle." "─ Evening, Inspector." "Well, good evening, Miss Medbury." "─ Hello." "Anyone here ever heard of a man called Sugiani?" "I knew a bride in Naples once, called Neeta Chocolatti." "Or Greasy Anderson?" "As a matter of fact we're all here talking about finding jobs." "Good." "I don't mind that." "What game are you really playing?" "There have been cases of breaking in, cases of assault and battery." "And four lots of unlawful entry." "All on Sugiani's property." "I don't get your message." "A little private war of their own, Miss." "Very silly." "If you're caught in a felony or charged with assault or a breach of the peace." "You will be treated just like anybody else." "If a magistrate can't deal with you." "You will go before a judge." "You mean if they put Sugiani out of business, they would be in trouble?" "His Majesty's judges Miss, are hard men." "Anybody who breaks the law has to pay for it." "So, lock them up." "No." "No evidence .. yet." "Personally, if they find a nice quiet spot .. for a scrap." "I'd let them fight it out and then go in and pick up the pieces." "But my men are public servants." "They are here to protect the public." "Not to wet-nurse a lot of half-baked little yobs." "Yobs?" "Yobs .. got it?" "Well, fellahs." "That's the set up." "Coppers one side, Sugiani on the other." "Anybody want to quit?" "Nah .." "You got the details, eh Saxie?" "Petrol coupons, clothing coupons." "Well, deliver the stuff." "Serials A, C and K to Sheffield." "B, G and H to York." "All the rest to Glasgow." "There's your sugar." "─ Oh." "Ta." "Now what about this cloth?" "─ What about it?" "Well, supposing the bloke won't pay the price?" "Saxie, my friend." "I make this deal myself." "Personally." "Oh. ─ Oh." "─ Oh." "If he make any trouble, get him down." "─ He'll get that alright." "You can go." "Good luck." "Ta ta, Bar." "─ Ta ta, Saxie boy." "Tell me, Bar." "Hello?" "Eh?" "Speaking." "Eh?" "Chartreuse?" "What colour?" "Yeah .. yeah .." "Righto .. ta ta." "[ Buzzer ]" "Hello?" "Speaking." "Eh?" "Fifteen dozen?" "How much?" "Who do you think I am?" "Nuffield?" "It's my price or nothing." "Righto .. ta ta." "Do you know how much ..?" "─ Hello?" "Eh?" "He always comes in late." "I don't care who he is." "You can't serve drinks after time." "It's against the law." "You want to get me pinched, do you?" "No." "Not even with a sandwich." "It's against the law." "Oh well, if he has it in his room that's different." "That's the law, too." "Ta Ta." "Imagine." "Some bloke has got no respect for the law at all." "How much you give Saxie?" "─ A hundred and fifty nicker." "Alright." "Sugiani speaking." "What's the matter?" "Greasy Anderson?" "He's in the nick?" "What is the "nick"." "─ "Nick"?" "Nick, nick." "─ Why, jail, cooler, prison." "Who said so?" "Get some bail." "The Police give no bail?" "Alright." "The Police give no bail." "How much we have?" "─ About thirty thousand quid." "Thirty thousand quid, huh?" "So, once in a while .. not much." "I wonder who gave him away." "─ What makes you think?" "Oh, something at the back here." "─ Where did you get it?" "Take care of Greasy's wife." "Get her some money." "Hello?" "Eh?" "Speaking." "Eh?" "Spaniel?" "Oh, done the job have you?" "What, all of them?" "─ What is it?" "They sank the Navy!" "Hello." "Spaniel?" "How many hurt?" "You, too?" "Where?" "Ah .. poor, Spaniel." "Buy a hammock." "Hello .. hello, hello, hello." "Hello!" "Crazy." "Now the launches." "Who is doing this to me?" "Medbury." "─ Listen Nuggsy, it can't be her." "Medbury and Annie." "Annie's mouth." "Talk, talk, talk." "[ Italian language ]" "Be calm, Nuggsy!" "That means calm." "Yes." "─ Eh?" "I calm, I calm." "Shush." "Alright, alright." "[ Italian singing ]" "Good evening, Miss Annie." "─ Bonsoir, Alphonse." "Bonsoir." "─ Attendez." "Tenez, mon Dieu." "A little present." "I am going away." "Je suis très sad mademoiselle." "I am not well." "It is my heart." "─ Ah, la coeur." "Toujours la coeur." "Oui." "Toujours la coeur." "[ Italian singing ]" "Miss Foss." "Could I have a word with you, please?" "Just a question or two." "Huh, who?" "Mr Rendall?" "Okay." "Flatfoot is paying us a visit." "─ Oh, blimey." "Everything alright?" "─ Yeah, I think so." "Send him up." "You don't like flatfoots, eh Bar?" "─ Nasty." "Can't stand them." "Why, look who's here." "Can I come in?" "─ But do." "Mr Sugiani" " Inspector Rendall." "Inspector Rendall" " Mr Sugiani." "You four ought to play bridge sometime." "This is a great honour, Inspector." "Champagne for my friend." "You are always so busy with these crooks." "How are you keeping yourself?" "Can't find out much about Millie Sharp." "That's too bad." "─ Oh dear, dear." "A proper lady she was, yes." "Very high-bred." "I think she wore a 44." "Where is Annie Foss?" "How should we know, Inspector?" "─ Listen." "If anything happens to her." "I'm coming for you .. right?" "─ Uhuh." "Must you go so soon, Inspector?" "─ Yes." "I'm going back to my family." "I wouldn't like to infect them by staying here too long." "Oh, by the way, Inspector family, how is your little daughter?" "Oh." "How did you know about her?" "─ I am Sugiani." "It is a long way to the sanatorium, Inspector." "24 bob return." "You and the old lady, 48." "Two pound, eight." "A lot of dough, that is." "Would you like to go to the sanatorium every week and see your little daughter?" "No expense." "No worries." "In your own time." "I haven't got a car." "─ That's your fault, son." "There's one waiting for you." "Just say the word." "The best doctors, the best surgeons." "I pay for everything for the little girl, huh?" "I make her better." "Uncle Nuggsy." "And a car." "Petrol to put in it." "And a nice bit of pocket money." "Don't say "pocket money" to my friend the Inspector, Bar." "Say something with respect." "A thousand pounds, perhaps?" "─ Yes." "In war bonds." "So it can't be traced." "It suits you, eh?" "War bonds?" "And in few years when you retire, you cash them, huh?" "You buy .. a nice little hotel in the country." "Huh .. you like?" "That car." "Are you serious about it?" "─ Aye, it's a business proposition." "I'll take it." "There you are!" "─ Now you talking sense, Inspector." "On one condition." "─ Yeah?" "Bring it round to Savile Row to my office." "What?" "And have you pinch us for bribery?" "I'll give you a laugh, my friends." "See these?" "They've got your names inscribed on them." "One day they're going to hang over my mantelpiece." "I'm going to smoke my pipe and look at them." "I shall be smiling then." "So, you get all your smiling done while the going's good." "Inspector." "Have some champagne before you go." "What, bottle and all?" "Listen, Nuggsy." "If anything happens to Annie, we've had it." "That black cap that judges wear ain't a cap at all, you know." "It's a small, square bit of black cloth." "Shut up." "Judges." "Black cap." "I'm not afraid." "[ Door knocks ]" "Enter." "So, what she say?" "This bloke that's after you is a pal of the Medbury client." "Name of Hoyle." "─ Hoyle?" "A soldier or something." "Just came home." "What else?" "There's another bloke called Bason." "Pudd'n Bason." "And what about Annie?" "She's rolled up." "─ What do you mean, "rolled up"?" "Dead." "Ah, that's a marvelous bit of oak, that is." "I've .." "I've been saving it up for a job like this." "I'll fasten the lid down later, doctor." "─ The sooner the better." "Billy." "Yes, she was a patient of mine for three years." "A lovely girl to look at." "Otherwise .. quite dreadful." "7Cause of death .." "Myo ..?" "Myocarditis .." "Heart disease." "Aggravated by a couple of bottles of brandy per day over a period of months." "Okay." "There is so much grief, Inspector." "Annie, my little Annie." "For so long a time, she was my sweetheart." "I don't the sound of those burns on her." "─ They are evidence, those." "You know, she smoked in bed, she was always so careless." "Not careless enough to answer any questions." "What kind of talk do you make, Inspector?" "Have you got a search warrant for this place, Inspector?" "No." "The house belongs to .." "The firm, you know." "Make yourself at home." "Have a nice cup of coffee" "My little blackbird don't sing no more." "Bar." "More flowers, more roses, more lilies, more orchids." "The best for my Annie." "I shall give her the most beautiful funeral Soho has ever seen." "They shall talk for fifty years." "[ Italian language ]" "It's all being taken care of, Nuggsy." "It will be the most decorous funeral you'll ever see." "Carry on." "─ Yeah, smashing." "[ Door bell ]" "Oh, Inspector Rendall." "We've just come to .." "Too late, I'm afraid." "You dirty thug." "You killed her!" "You and those jackals of yours." "You're a Policeman, go on arrest him." "There is nothing I can do." "Mr Hoyle." "Can you see Miss Medbury home, please." "Yes, of course." "Come on darling." "I'm going to get back to that typewriter." "Linda, have you got that .." "You mustn't blame yourself, you know." "It wasn't your fault." "I swear I'll finish this man if it's the last thing I ever do." "There." "This ought to knock a few nails in." "Put on the front." "Insert." "Paragraph." "Frame it there." "With Annie Foss's compliments, here are a few more nails for Mr Nuggsy Sugiani." "Sugiani, Sugiani." "I want to get the vile taste out of my mouth." "Sugiani." "Sugiani." "See this?" "Read?" "What, a bit more grief this evening?" "─ Yes." "Sugiani again." ""Further details, London's number one racketeer"." "Here, where is she getting this stuff?" "You ask me?" "─ You're standing there." "Miss Medbury and Hoyle." "I'm going to pay a call." "I'll put him in dock." "There are two kinds of dock you know." "A wet one, and one with spikes round it." "─ Shut up!" "I'll be back soon." "Hey, quick." "One hundred pound cash." "You do something for Nuggsy, no?" "This Medbury, you know where she lives?" "You go around and .." "Capisce?" "You know the place?" "Fire escape .. window." "Check with me when you finished." "Go." "Hello?" "Eh?" "Alphonse?" "Bar, here." "My table in a few minutes." "I'll be right down." "I'll grab a shave first of all." "Yeah, ta ta." "Where's the Barber?" "I want him." "Mr Sugiani sent him some place." "I saw him go." "Sent him someplace?" "Get me two of the boys, quick." "Who are you?" "What are you doing here?" "Where is this Hoyle, sweetheart?" "─ What's it got to do with you?" "Are you going to answer me?" "Where is this Hoyle?" "What's it got to do with you?" "[ Radio ] "Two men were sitting on the banks of the river Thames."" ""And they saw a piece of wood floating down the stream."" ""One said to the other one:" "Look, George." "The board of trade."" ""The other one said:" "Don't be a chump, it's moving."" "[ Radio laughter ]" "[ Female screams!" "]" "[ Italian singing ]" "[ Italian singing ]" "What's the matter?" "What's happened?" "They got me before I got her." "─ Who?" "The Police?" "Hoyle?" "Who?" "I know it's one of the boys." "Gorman." "Mr telephone dishwasher." "So, you tell me." "So, you kill my little Annie, but you don't do nothing to this Medbury." "You kill my little Annie, but .." "─ No .. no!" "No, Mr Sugiani, no." "735 .. 182 .. 1223." "Three and sixpence, stamps." "Here." "Guess what?" "─ I know, you're a wolf-cub?" "No, this Medbury lark." "─ What about her?" "Your two boys have got her downstairs in the cellar locked up." "In the cellar?" "─ Yes." "They done the Barber first, as you said." "But they brought her back with them." "Thought the change of air would do her good." "And us to do ten years for kidnapping?" "Me?" "I ain't here." "You like the idea of going to jail?" "─ I've gone home." "Them two boys thought they were doing a clever thing." "A clever thing?" "Ain't it marvelous, eh?" "Ain't it marvelous!" "The daft baskets." "Now, look." "We got to get rid of her before Nuggsy gets back." "Tell the boys." "Lay off." "Don't touch her, even talk to her." "She's poison." "We've got to get rid of her." "─ Alright then, let's get rid of her." "Oh no you don't." "I'm fiddling this my way." "Hello?" "Is Mr Sugiani back yet?" ""No, Mr Gorman." "He's upstairs with Miss Forsythe the film star."" "Mrs Gorman." "Your husband is a very lucky boy." "His nibs is upstairs, going into the film business." "That will give me plenty of time to get rid of this .." "Miss Medbury." "Ah, this is nice." "You know it is about time, my dear Mercia." "For men to return to the epoch of the great Princes." "The spenders of Princely wealth." "Creators of art, patrons of science." "Architectural good taste and exquisite sensibility." "Oh, Eduardo." "I like that kind of talk." "Please go on." "─ You like, huh?" "So." "In the middle of the 14th Century .." "[ Phone rings ]" "Shut up." "In the middle .." "[ Phone rings ]" "Sugiani speaking." "So, in the middle of the 14th Century." "When the cathedrals." "The great cathedrals were roofed in gold." "Excuse me, please." "This is Fiducio .." "Fiducio." "Listen, Nuggsy .. the petrol dump." "They just done it." "Yes, my dear Coloñel." "Come to the club." "Just a moment." "Don't argue." "Come." "It was a friend of mine." "A member of parliament." "He who laughs last, laughs last." "Yeah, I never could get that one right." "Who is it?" "Oh, come in." "Blimey, what's up?" "They've done the market." "─ Here, park yourself." "What happened?" "[ Telephone ]" "Why don't you answer it?" "─ Oh, it will stop." "Supposing somebody else ran out of gin?" "That would be tragedy." "What does it matter, eh?" "Come on, we'd better answer it." "─ I take it, I take it." "Yes?" "Listen .. this is the warehouse." "Eh?" "Yes." "They've been in and smashed the place up." ""I'm up to my hips in claret."" "Who was she?" "─ The wrong number." "Don't worry." "It don't happen no more." "Oh Eduardo, that's so cute." "─ I make it fixed, huh?" "The petrol, the coupons, the lot." "─ What, eighteen thousand quid's worth?" "Why, that's highway robbery!" "A case for the Police." "Eh?" "─ Well, could be." "[ Door knocks ]" "Oh, how do you like that?" "And I tell everybody not to disturb." "What's up?" "─ Pardon us busing in." "You too, lady, But this chap wants a word with you." "What happened?" "Come here." "Pardon us." "This is business." "I'm off to the doctors now, sir." "─ Okay." "You go, too." "I'll see you later." "─ Nuggsy, this is important." "Why I got to say something twice?" "─ Why, are you staying here for a bit?" "Yeah, I thought so." "Please forgive me, Mercia." "Business is business." "But love .. it's much better." "Linda." "Linda" "Look, I'm a family man." "I've got a wife and kids." "A boy and a little girl, one more on the way." "Now don't bother about me, do her a good turn." "Go on home will you?" "No thanks." "I like it here." "You've had one basin-full tonight." "Now look, there is the door." "Free as air." "No-one stopping you." "Please, I don't want no trouble." "Go on home." "I think I'll just wait for my friends to come along for me, thanks." "God save the house of lords" "Now listen, Miss." "I get a dozen boys up here and shove you over the bridge." "Millie Sharp?" "Ain't it deadly, eh?" "Now listen, horrible." "You know you've got me haven't you?" "You know I ain't the sort." "Now why don't you be a good girl?" "Go on home." "You wouldn't care to fix me a High Ball would you?" "I'll fix you a nice high jump." "Now look .." "Nuggsy is coming back." "He'll cut you up." "He's browned off with your boyfriend." "He's got the needle." "I can't blame him." "I'm much more concerned about Inspector Rendall." "I think your Policemen are wonderful." "Now, you all know the area." "Sugiani's office is here." "The Blue Moon club further along." "There are five ways of getting in and out." "You'll have upwards of 300 people to deal with, so mind what you're doing." "We want the lot." "The signal is one 5-second last on the whistle." "Right?" "[ Whistling ]" "Alright, Mercia." "I'll see you at the club." "Right?" "Basher .. the men all ready?" "Yes, the boys are all here." "Of course we'll have a bash." "As soon as we know where the other lot is, we'll have a go." "It's going to be a carve up." "All in position, sir." "─ Thanks, Brook." "By Jove, I'm hungry." "I could eat a horse." "I'll get you a sandwich." "─ No, no." "The missus has got a knuckle of pork for me." "I just phoned her I'd be late." "I bet she'll have something to say about that." "No." "She doesn't like Sugiani either." "He's kept me out of bed too often." "Good shot." "─ Not bad." "I wonder if the Medbury girl is still in there." "She'd better be." "Otherwise, we'll never see her again." "Why don't you go home?" "[ Door knocks ]" "Who are you?" "─ It's me." "Excuse me." "Oh, Mr Bar, I hope you won't mind." "This is the dress for your little girl." "Fair is fair, after all the tea and sugar you've given me." "Why, that's sweet." "So is his little girl." "She's a duck." "Lovely crepe." "And the sewing." "You wouldn't believe it." "Forty-two and six a yard." "Let's see." "How many dollars would that be?" "Don't mess about, my house is on fire." "I wouldn't be surprised." "There's enough Coppers outside." "Coppers?" "Did you say Coppers?" "─ Hundreds of them." "Now I always say, just give me the material." "Coppers?" "I wonder why?" "─ Calling for me, dear?" "What you doing?" "─ Putting my coat." "What for?" "─ I've finished" "Yes, there's your little boy." "There is your little girl." "There's a lovely dress for her." "There's your wife." "Do her a favour." "Go on home." "I'm going home." "What's the matter?" "The Coppers will be here in a minute." "Look." "There's the door." "Freeze the breeze." "Go on home!" "─ Listen pussy, I'll .." "Come on, Bar!" "Hello." "Looking for somebody?" "Ah, Miss Medbury." "In my house." "I have been waiting for this." "I too have been waiting for something." "And boy, are you going to get it." "You are not so clever, Miss Medbury." "I also got an army like your Captain Hoyle." "Up to now I don't know whether to use it." "Now, I show you." "Get me Basher." "You know the Police are out there?" "Is that you, Basher?" "─ "They're all over the place, Nuggsy."" ""Police and all."" "Now wait a minute, Basher." "Don't fight with the Police." "I got Miss Medbury here." "Nobody must touch her." "I don't even touch her." "I use my charm." "Capisce?" "With the women, I always use my charm." "She'd been in and out of here ever since she was a kid." "Everybody knew Maffie." "We'd have done anything for her." "Anything." "Now this happens." "How is she?" "It's time we moved." "Now remember, there will be a lot of women in the Blue Moon." "Be careful." "All teams in position, Pudd'n?" "─ Covent Garden?" "Right there, Chiefy." "Cabby's team?" "─ All waiting, Pud." "Billingsgate?" "─ All ready." "Smithfield butchers?" "─ Okay, Pud." "All there, Guv." "Right." "The Blue Moon first, then straight through to Sugiani's place." "All in together and remember Maffie." "Up Chelsea!" "Now, Sugiani makes stories." "I give you the mark of Sugiani." "Hey!" "Come on, stop that!" "Hey, hey, hey, no." "Please, Mercia." "Mercia." "I'll show you what it feels like." "Please." "Please, not the works of art." "Use your brain." "No, no more." "That's enough." "That's enough." "Linda darling, are you alright?" "─ Yes, dear." "No, no, darling." "Stay here, don't go away." "I'll be back in a minute." "Good lord." "─ Jumbo." "Gee, thanks." "That was a big help." "─ Thank you." "Hmm, lovely perfume." "What kind?" "Oh I don't know." "Either Chez Patou, or Patou Chez." "Rock a bye baby on the tree tops." "When the wind blows, the cradle will rock." "How long you been working for Sugiani?" "Sir." "─ What is it?" "Sugiani just got away through a window." "Some old bloke saw him go in the church across the road." "The church?" "Oh shut up." "Come on." "Let's go." "[ Whistle ]" "Well, that's saved the judge a job." "A pity." "What shall we do with the body?" "Put it in a bottle." "Jumbo." "Oh, darling." "Bar, why don't you go home?" "Slip through the shop door." "─ Listen, I can't go home." "What do you mean?" "─ The Police will come for me." "What will the neighbours think?" "─ But your wife is waiting for you." "Do me a favour and give her this." "And this." "There is dough in it." "Tell her what happened." "Bar." "You'll frighten the poor girl to death." "No, she knew it'd have to come." "If I'd listened to her, this wouldn't have happened." "Tell her to keep her fingers crossed for me." "I'll see her soon." "─ You'll see her soon?" "Yeah, that's it." "I'll see her soon." "Well ta ta, Nelly." "I wish I'd been one of the world's workers like you." "Bar." "Thanks for the tea." "Taxi." "Ow!" "T-G"