- Clip that. - Clip what?
Read what it says there Spicer. About Kolley Kibber.
"Kolley Kibber is a special representative of The Daily Messenger...
"and will be mingling with the holiday crowds at Brighton today."
What you want me to read this for, Cubitt? Are we going prize hunting?
Why not? Go on.
"His programme of the hour will be found below."
"He will secret his cards all the way along his route and the lucky finders...
"will be able to claim 10 shillings from The Daily Messenger."
Go on, go on.
"A prize of 10 guineas will be awarded to the first person...
"carrying a copy of The Daily Messenger who challenges him in the following words:
"You are Kolley Kibber and I claim The Daily Messenger prize."
- Look at him in the photograph! - Here...
- It's Fred! - You bet it is!
This'll be as good as the duster's horse to Pinkie.
- You won't show him that, will you? - What do you think?
Now be careful, Dallow. You know how Pinkie is.
Pinkie loved Kite, and Kite trusted Fred...
and if Fred hadn't written that paragraph about the slot machines
Kite would have been alive now.
But you know these newspaper blokes. It's their job to write things.
Yeah listen, Dallow, let's carve Fred up a bit
and we won't have to put Pinkie up to it.
Oh, turn it off Spicer. Things were as Kite wanted them.
And Pinkie's the leader of this mob now.
Pinkie, stick some inches on that.
Hello, Fred.
I said, Hello Fred.
We've been looking for you for a long time, Fred.
- I'm not Fred! - That don't make any difference.
Where are you going?
Listen... have a drink. Come on over here and have a drink.
You know Pinkie don't drink. You forget such a lot.
You won't be able to remember anything soon.
Just one drink. Have a soft one.
Governor! Two scotch and a grapefruit.
I'm only here on me job. Just one day, see?
I'm Kolley Kibber. - You're Fred.
All right, then. I'm Fred.
I've got a card in my pocket that's worth 10 bob to you!
We know. We was reading about you in the paper this morning.
Here, take this Messenger. You can have the whole prize:
10 guineas! And I'll give you a fiver too.
That's all I've got on me, that and my return ticket.
You won't need that return ticket now. Will you, Fred?
Won't anybody shut that brass' mouth?
We must live for tomorrow...
- Hey! What's the idea? - The gentleman'll pay.
Nice people you know!
That'll cost you half a quid for the glasses.
Let bygones be bygones...
Shoelaces? Matches? Razorblades?
Razorblades, sir? Only half a crown for 10.
All kinds of blades, sir. Half a crown for 10.
Well, they're not here.
I'm sure I left them here when I went to the Ladies'.
You never had them when you come in, Ida.
I must have left them at the cricketers then.
- What did you say? - Brand new pair of gloves, dear.
I'll give you another pair.
- Have to get your sleep in first. - I never sleep.
- You poor thing! - What'll you have?
That's very kind of you. I'll have port please...
And my friends here, they take light ale.
I don't mind if I do!
- One port, two light ale. - Right you are, sir.
- Aren't you having one? - No, I've had enough of 'em.
Working.
- Are you in the entertainment business too? - In a way.
- Oh go on... Have a Bass with me. - No, I never drink bottled beer.
It doesn't agree.
How about coming with me and having a bit to eat?
Oh? Where shall we go, Sir Horace? The Cosmopolitan?
If you like.
This gentleman's invited me to a repast at the Cosmopolitan!
Tomorrow I'd be delighted, dear.
But today I have a previous engagement with...
my friends the Brothers Trudy at the Dirty Dog!
You sick or something?
- No, I'm all right. - You look ever so queer.
I'm all right. I'm hungry, that's all.
I've got to be going.
Lonely, I suspect.
- Cigarette? - Thanks.
I don't mind if I do.
- Down for the day? - Yes. It's ever so nice, isn't it?
How about you come and have a drink?
My, you are a fast worker!
- You got a friend? - No, I'm alone.
I couldn't possibly. Not without my friend here.
You wouldn't mind, would you? - Well, would you Molly?
Stop it!
Well, both of you come along then.
We've got to wait until 1:00. Kolley Kibber's coming then.
So there you are, Fred.
You said you hadn't got a friend!
That's the trouble. You can't believe Fred.
- This is my friend Molly. - Hello.
Pleased to meet you.
Come on, Fred. What about that appointment?
I'm not coming. I don't know him. My name's not Fred.
Now, take it easy, Fred. We're all going for a walk, see?
Well... really!
Hello hello! If it isn't Sir Horace himself.
Where are you running off to, eh?
- Would you like to sit down? - Well if you've got sixpence, I haven't!
Would you believe it, I put me bag down for half a second,
and then when I look, there isn't any bag!
First me gloves, then me bag! What'll I lose next?
I don't know what I'll do for money.
I'll have to borrow 10 bob from someone till I get paid.
Here... have this.
Oh now really, that is kind of you, dear!
Here, what's your name?
- Fred. - Fred, whoever pinched my bag'll wish he'd never been born!
I'm a stickler where right's concerned.
Can you even spare it?
Had a good day yesterday. At Leicester.
Here... can you give me a tip for Brighton on Saturday?
Black Boy. At 4:00.
He's 10 to 1.
Take it or leave it.
I'll take it. I always take a tip, that's my system!
Come back to London with me!
- What? Now? - You sick or something?
Yes, I'm sick.
Oh, come on. You're kidding, aren't you Fred?
Men are funny with me that way. Think I'll mother them, I suppose.
Just stay with me, won't you? Even if I'm not sick?
Dear, of course I will. Call me Ida.
I like you, Fred. I liked you from the moment I met you.
You're a real sport, Fred.
Come along, dear. Let's have a bit of fun.
You won't leave me? Even for a minute, will you? Ida?
Not for a minute, Fred!
Come along! Dante's Inferno!
The thrill of the century! 90 seconds of pure horror!
Come along! Come along!
Grandpa, will you take me on the train please?
All right, dear. You show me the way.
But I think I want to pop back, dearie.
- But you said you wouldn't leave me! - But only for a minute, Fred.
I left me hanky on the seat, that's all dear.
You can have my handkerchief.
But that hasn't got sentimental associations.
Now look here, dear: You get two tickets and I'll be back.
Make a return!
Children half price! The kiddies love it!
Come along! Come along!
Roll on up! Roll on up!
Come along! Come along!
Dante's Inferno! This way! Roll up this way!
Walk up! Walk up! Walk up!
Now come on, lady! Try your skill! Don't be afraid, don't be bashful!
Got the time on you, Bill?
You can see the clock can't you? Don't stand for phony alibis, see?
That's a lie, Bill. I only wanted to know...
Quarter past 1.
Here, take your ruddy prize and lob it.
What do you want, chocolates?
I don't eat chocolates.
- Cigarettes? - Don't smoke.
Here, give me the doll. The one with the yellow hair.
Reminds me of church, Bill.
There was no need to do it, Pinkie. No need at all.
What made you do it?
You put a rope round our necks, that's what you've done.
Poor devil, he didn't stand a chance. It wasn't necessary!
I can't swallow this muck. Let me have a drink, Pinkie!
Not today. Go on, eat!
- I'll be sick as a dog... - Oh, be sick then!
- Are the cards all right, Dallow? - I gave the cards to Spicer.
- You put them out all right? - Of course I put them out!
I don't see why you're so worried about the cards.
You don't see much, do you? They're an alibi, aren't they?
They prove he kept to his programme and died after 2.
Now he can die.
Where'd you put the cards, Spicer?
I put one in a kid's pail near the Palace Pier...
Stuck one in a shelter... left one in Snow's Cafe.
- Snow's? - Well he had to eat hadn't he?
1 to 1:30. The paper said so.
Look queer if he didn't leave a card where he fed.
Yeah, and it'll look queerer still if the waitress spotted your face
one night and found the card soon after you left.
Where'd you put it?
Under the tablecloth. The girl won't find it
until after she takes off the cloth.
You go back and bring that card here.
Not me? No, I'm not going back. I've done enough.
- Cubitt! - Not me!
Suppose they find the card and seen me looking?
Ah, leave it alone! - Dallow, you've got guts.
It'd be crazy to go to Snow's.
Sometimes I get tired of working with a mob like you.
Kite was all right, but...Kite's dead.
Which table was it, Spicer?
On the right of the door. The one with flowers on it.
- What flowers? - How do I know what flowers?
Yellow flowers!
Pinkie? Don't go!
Here! I want service!
You're too late for the lunch.
I don't want lunch. I want a cup of tea.
Then would you like to eat at one of the tables that are laid for tea?
This table suits me. Well are you gonna take the order?
The waitress who's serving now will be back presently.
- Have you lost something, sir? - No... I want a cup of tea.
- I've been waiting! - Oh, I'm sorry.
It's been such a rush and this is my first day.
I've got to change the cloth for tea so if you have lost something...
- There's nothing there. - I didn't say I'd lost anything.
You'd never guess what I found here only 10 minutes ago...
One of Kolley Kibber's cards worth 10 shillings!
The other girls said I was a fool not to challenge him.
- Why didn't you? - I never thought!
It wasn't a bit like his photograph!
Maybe the card had been there all morning.
Oh no. I just changed the cloth before he come in...
because the other customer upset his coffee.
Maybe you just didn't look at him close.
I always look too close. The customer, I mean.
You see... I'm new and I get a bit scared.
I wouldn't want to do anything to offend.
Like standing here talking while you want a cup of tea.
Oh that's all right. Don't go away. I like a girl who's friendly.
Some of these here, blow me, they freeze you.
- They freeze me too. - You're sensitive like me.
I wouldn't say anything to anyone about that man...
you know, not being like the photograph.
The newspaper might say there was a mistake.
And then you'd lose your 10 bob.
- What's your name? - Rose.
You and me ought to get acquainted. You got a boy?
Not yet I haven't.
I'll meet you on the Palace Pier Sunday night by the concert hall.
9:00, all right?
- I have to be back by 11:30. - Okay.
- Here you are. - But what about your tea?
I just remembered I got an appointment, 2:30 sharp.
You should have stopped me!
Oh, it's all right. I shan't be too late.
You send your card in quick and get the money.
See you Sunday.
But... maybe you wouldn't know me again when you saw me?
Oh, I never forget a face.
Well, how did you like getting up in the witness box...
and saying "so help me", eh?
I'd have asked some questions if they'd let me.
- Such as? - Why those girls told the coroner
he said he wasn't Fred. He was Fred!
You don't always give your right name to a girl, Ida!
He gave me his all right. And another thing...
that boy never came forward. - That's easy to explain.
After all, he was... ah, here's the old Phil!
Good evening, Jim. Good evening, Ida.
The usual, if you please.
- Ida, how's the show going? - Lousy.
She's in a bad mood, Mr. Corkery, over this inquest.
They wouldn't let her ask any questions.
Nobody asked any questions, that's the trouble!
He hadn't any folks to make a fuss.
Only a second cousin in Middlesborough and he was in Middlesborough.
- A clear enough case, Ida. - Was it? I'd have asked plenty.
Why he said he wasn't Fred.
Why he left me like that to go running down to the front
with his cards. He wasn't worrying about cards, I know that.
- Why he said he'd wait? - You'd have to ask him that.
He'd say a lot if he could!
"Death from natural causes", a bad heart...
I ask you!
You can't get round his heart, Ida. They cut him up!
- Well, it was the cards too! - It's my idea he was scared.
So would you be with a heart like that.
Someone scared him. If only he could speak.
- The dead can't speak, Ida. - That's all you know, Phil.
I've heard them. Look, I'll show you.
- Jim! Got a pencil? - You're a terrible woman, Ida!
Now... Now Jim, you chalk up the letters.
And Phil, you stop me when I come to an X, a zed or a full stop.
E...
Y...
E...
- Hey, Charlie! - Yes?
What's she doing over there? Picking out the winners?
Oh, Ida? She's always at that lot. Gets in touch with the departed.
She's psychic, mate!
You got an X, Ida!
E-Y-E-S... You can't make nothing out of that, Ida.
It's as plain as daylight!
E-Y-E... That's what I always say...
an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth...
S-U-I-C-I suicide, F-R-E is short for Fred!
What about them two L's?
Oh, I don't know about them, but I'll find that out later.
Don't you see, Fred spoke, just as if he was in this bar!
Someone's drove him to suicide! And I'm gonna find out who.
Hello! I ran all the way.
I thought you might have thought... - No, I would have waited.
Got your money in for that card? - Yes, I got it last night.
Anyone been asking questions?
No... But wasn't it dreadful, him being dead like that?
You saw his photograph?
Yes, but it wasn't him. That's what I don't understand.
People look different in photographs.
But it wasn't him! I've got a memory for faces.
Here.
Sit down.
Look, I... like you, Rose. And I want to warn you, see?
This fellow Fred Hale got mixed up in things.
- What things? - It don't matter what things.
Look. You forget all about the fellow who left the card.
He's dead, you've got the money. - All right, anything you say.
You can call me Pinkie, if you like. That's what my friends call me.
Pinkie.
Rose... You ever read about Peggy Barrow? - No.
She got mixed up with the mob. And people came asking her questions.
- I wouldn't get mixed up with a mob! - You can't always help it.
What happened to her, Pinkie?
She lost her looks. They smashed her face.
- Pinkie, you wouldn't... - You and me's friends, Rose.
But if anyone comes asking questions, say nothing, see?
Get me on the blower, straight off. Double 6, 6-5, three 6's and a 5.
- You can remember that, can't you? - Yes.
You know an awful lot of things, don't you? - I've had to.
Come on. Let's get inside out of this rain...
and hear some real music.
More than ever
You're in my mind and heart
We are never far apart
More than ever
I need you as my guide
You are forever by my side
It's lovely here.
You're soft enough, aren't you? How old are you?
- 17. - So am I.
- You ever been in love? - Oh yes.
You would if you're green. You don"t know what it's all about!
I watched it. I know love.
- You're a Catholic? - Yes.
I'm one too.
You believe don't you? You think it's true?
Of course it's true. These Athiests don't know nothing.
Of course there's a Hell. Flames, Damnations, torments.
- Here. - And Heaven too, Pinkie?
Maybe.
I don't care what you say. I say we've had a lucky break.
- We ought to lay off for awhile. - Yeah?
And what do you think we do when bookies stop paying, eh?
Well, we know who's behind them. Colleoni and his mob.
Now Kite's dead, we ain't big enough to fight them.
Garn, you're milky, Spicer!
I say we ain't big enough to fight them!
- Not with a kid running our show. - I said you're milky!
I'm against murder. And I don't ruddy well care who knows it.
Pinkie never knows when to stop!
What's this, a meeting?
There's trouble with Brewer and Corkery, Pinkie.
They won't say they're our subs, now that Kite's dead!
- Do we lace some, Pinkie? - Ask Spicer.
He's been doing a lot of thinking lately.
Fred died last week, not last year! I say we've got to act cautious.
And that's over and done with. You heard the verdict, didn't you?
You forget the girl's in Snow's! She can hack us!
Pinkie's going to look after the skirt.
- You... you're marrying her, Pinkie? - What do you mean, marrying her?
Spicer says you were seen courting on the end of the pier.
- Who said I was marrying her? - I only said to make her safe.
- A wife can't give evidence, see? - How do we make you safe, Spicer?
It was only a joke, Pinkie! Spicer's all right!
You think that was funny, eh?
I don't need to marry a skirt to make her safe!
- You with me, Dallow? - Anything you say, cock!
- Where are you going? - To collect Brewer's sub!
- Who is it? - It's me, Brewer. Dallow.
This is a fine time. Come round in the morning!
You don't want the old mob around here, do you, Brewer?
Come around in the morning, will you? My wife's sick.
She hasn't slept for three nights. I've just got her to sleep.
All right, all right! I'll be down.
Don't make any noise. The old woman's awful bad.
We've come for that subscription, Brewer.
I've been worried, Dallow.
- If Kite's mob can't even protect Kite... - 30 pounds, Brewer.
- She's woke up. I've got to go. - When do we get paid?
She wants turning, and I'll only be a minute.
- Now don't move, Brewer! - Be human, I'll come back
straight away, I swear I will!
She needs turning. - Pay up first, then!
I haven't got it, Pinkie. I paid it
all out yesterday to Colleoni. - Yeah?
What's Colleoni got to do with it?
I'd have been laced if I hadn't paid Colleoni.
I can't pay both of you.
He's running the business in a big way from the Cosmopolitan.
- You think I'm finished, Brewer? - I ain't saying that, Pinkie.
But you stand on my advice and team up with Colleoni.
Don't! I got to warn you, I've got protection!
Look at him, Dallow. He's got protection!
- Mr. Colleoni, please. - Have you an appointment, sir?
Yes.
Take this gentleman to Mr. Colleoni. He's on the balcony.
This gentleman to see you, sir.
You were asking for me?
But you asked for me. I got your letter.
Yes, but surely you are not Mr. P. Brown, are you?
Well I'm not his sister!
Mr. L. Parker, please!
Well. Maybe we had better go where we can talk in peace.
Oh, there you are!
I've been searching the world of Brighton for you girls.
I want to have a word with you two.
- What, us? - Yes my dear. Both of you.
Take a chair. Make yourself at home.
A drink? - I don't drink.
- Who is running your mob now? - How's Brewer?
- That was very naughty, my boy. - Hatchlings fall out, they say.
You can't do me any harm, my child.
But I like push. Well if you want the job...
We can talk about it. - I'll talk to you on the course.
I haven't been on a race course... let's see, in over about 20 years.
I'm a businessman, my boy.
Nothing you could try with my men would affect me.
I got two in hospital now! The best attention.
Grapes, flowers...
No. You can't damage a businessman.
- I could damage you. - It wouldn't pay, my boy.
There wouldn't be any fake alibis for you.
It would be your witnesses that would be scared.
You think you're all the world, don't you?
Do you see that gilt on them furnitures?
Napoleon the Third used to have this room with Eugenie.
- Who was she? - Oh, some foreign polony.
Now you do understand, don't you?
Brewer's been complaining, so don't do it again... and Corkery.
Don't try any tricks on Corkery.
You think my mob's too small for you!
I employ a great many people.
- This table free, dear? - Yes.
What have they got today? Everything old?
Fried fish... Shepherd's Pie. Is the pie good, dear?
- It looks lovely. - Nice and brown on top, not just leavings!
- It looks a picture! - You're a nice friendly kid.
What's your name? - Rose.
Rose, that's a...
Why, surely you're the one that found the Kolley Kibber card?
I bet you won't forget that day in a hurry!
- I'll remember that day always! - Or the fellow that left the card.
- Oh, the little man? - What were you saying, dear?
- I don't remember. - I'm inquisitive...
I can't help it, I'm made that way.
Tell me how he looked, this Kolley Kibber I mean.
- I don't remember faces... - I haven't ordered yet, dear!
Tell me, did he look as if he was gonna die?
- How can I tell? - You must have talked with him!
I didn't speak to him. I just fetched him...
a bottle of beer and never saw him again!
I don't drink bottled beer, it doesn't agree.
Hello?
Hello? Can I speak to Pinkie, please?
No. Pinkie's out. What do you want?
- I've got to speak to him. - He's out, I tell you!
Who is that speaking?
- I... I'm a friend of Pinkie's! - It's urgent! I've got to find him!
He told me to phone directly if anyone came asking questions.
A woman's been asking questions at Snow's.
Hello? Hello?
Questions...
I've got to find him. I've got to find him.
Brown?... Brown...
The inspector wants a word with you down at the station...
All right? Come along.
The next time tell him to send a sergeant for me!
Perhaps he'll come himself next time, old man!
Very funny!
- Here's Brown, sir. - Ah, come in.
- Sit down, Brown. - I'll stand.
- Cigarette? - I don't smoke.
I want to talk to you quite straight, Brown.
What's the charge? I want my lawyer here.
There's no word for Prewitt yet. Brewer's not charging you.
I've more important work to do than berate you and Brewer arguing.
But you know just as well as I do who's behind him.
There's not much escapes bogies! - The races start tomorrow,
and I'm not going to have any mob fighting in Brighton.
I don't give a cuss for your worthless skin,
but people who matter might get hurt. - Meaning who?
Meaning decent, innocent people...
poor people out for a shilling on the tote.
People who wouldn't be seen dead talking to you or Colleoni!
Come on, come on... What you're getting at?
I'm getting at this: If there's any fighting,
I shall come down like a ton of bricks on both of you.
But it will be Colleoni who'll have the alibis!
Now take my advice, Brown, and clear out of Brighton.
You aren't big enough for the filthy racket you're in!
- You think I'm finished! - Look here, Brown:
This is private and unofficial, and I'm being human for once.
I don't care if you get carved or Colleoni gets carved...
but I'm not going to have innocent people hurt!
Well? Do you understand?
That's valuable advice. I'll have to think it over.
I think I'm too young to retire.
Right, Miss Arnold!
- Sit down, Miss... - Arnold. Ida Arnold.
You wanted to see me about someone's death?
Hale's the name. Fred Hale.
- That case is closed, Miss... - Now listen to me, Inspector...
I was with him that afternoon. We was at the Palace Pier.
I only left him for a minute. He said he'd wait.
When I came back, he'd gone. - We heard all this at the inquest.
You haven't heard this, Inspector: The man that left the card at Snow's
wasn't Hale. Fred never took bottled beer.
The man at Snow's did. - That means nothing...
It was a hot day, he felt bad,
and he got someone to go into Snow's for him.
That girl at Snow's, she's scared to talk.
Afraid of losing the 10 bob perhaps.
That boy you had in here just now... Do you know him?
- Yes. - Fred was scared of him.
He's mixed up in it somehow.
For you Miss Arnold, I'll stretch a point
and show you Hale's medical report.
There you are. Read it yourself.
"County Borough of Brighton Police...
"At 3 p.m. on Saturday June the 9th...
"Corony thrombosis", what does that mean?
You'd call it heart disease.
They do go into details, don't they?
"Appendix scar... super nipples... varicose veins..."
I wouldn't know more if I'd married him!
Ingrowing toenails as well. Poor old Fred.
Don't seem right to know all that about anyone.
Here you are, Inspector: Bruises on the arms!
Now what do you make of that? - Holiday crowds, Miss Arnold!
Oh come off it... Brighton's not that crowded!
Miss Arnold, you've read too many detective stories.
So the police won't do a thing,
and you won't question that girl at Snow's?
Even if he was frightened as you think and killed himself,
what can we do? - Perhaps it wasn't suicide.
Perhaps it was... - Miss Arnold, the case is closed.
Oh no it isn't! Not half it isn't!
Perhaps I'll handle this myself. I believe in right and justice,
and I'm going to see that it's done!
Hello! Hello! How are you, pleased to meet you!
Hello! Hello! The Promenaders greet you
We've merry quips, a song or two, It's always our endeavor
To every year provide for you A show that's clean as ever!
Hello! Hello! As Brighton's air embraces
Hello! Hello! With rows of smiling faces...
Didn't you get my message?
It's my half-day. I was coming to find you, Pinkie.
What message?
Why I phoned you at Frank's. I told him to tell you!
- Told who? - It sounded like the man who left the card.
He's dead. You read it in the paper didn't you? Dead!
But it doesn't matter. What matters is
someone was in asking questions.
- A bogy? - A woman.
- What did she want? - What the man who left the card
looked like. - Well? - I didn't tell her a thing.
- Who was she? - I don't know. She wasn't our kind.
A big woman with a laugh. You should have heard that laugh!
Now Ida Arnold is my name Good-hearted Ida is me.
The boys say I'm just the type to take upon a spree.
I'll meet you any night you like and have a glass of port
And if you're henpecked you'll agree that Ida is a sport!
Hello! Hello! As Brighton's air embraces
Hello! Hello! With rows of smiling faces
There's lots of fun for everyone so cheery cheerio
So altogether boys and girls, Hello, hello, hello!
Look, Pinkie!
Don't those two look silly?
Yeah...
Why Pinkie, look who's here! It's the man who left the card!
I told you he wasn't dead.
- That's an old picture. - No it's not.
This is where they stick today's pictures.
He must be just around. We might run into him at any moment.
And you said he was dead!
Spicer.
Spicer!
You've been drinking again, Spicer!
I saw you go off with that bogy, Pinkie!
I was scared. - Just a friendly visit to the nick.
You had a message for me Spicer. Why didn't you bring it?
I wasn't sure where you was, Pinkie.
It was nothing special. - No? But it scared you just the same.
I know what it is, Spicey.
You think about it and you dream about it.
You're too old for this life. - What do you mean, Pinkie?
This racket. It's not safe,
you and Rose in the same town, that other brass asking questions.
You'll have to disappear, Spicer.
- What do you mean? - What do you think I mean?
Go away. Blow. Take a holiday.
That's what I'd like, Pinkie.
I'll go to Nottingham tomorrow, and have a turn at the dogs.
Oh, there's not all that out here, Spicey.
I need you at the races tomorrow. A pal I can trust.
You can trust me all right, Pinkie. I'll never let you down.
Of course you won't.
You go to sleep, Spicey. Don't worry. I'll fix everything.
I've been thinking things over, Mr. Colleoni, and...
You remember what you said about laying off Corkery?
Well, I want to play, see, but...
there's one here who's going to cause trouble.
He's a killer.
We're hot on the course. I'll talk to him now, all right?
I'll tell you what I'll do...
I'll wish him good luck and pat him on the back.
Come on, Black Boy!
Black Boy! Come on!
Black Boy! Black Boy!
Here you are, Phil! What did I tell you?
Black Boy ran like a day's assault. Come on, pay up!
That brass again! Who is she?
Well, I don't think I'll be needing you after all, Spicey...
So I might as well say goodbye.
- Well, goodbye, Pinkie. - Before you go...
I thought you'd like that I'm gonna make it up with Colleoni.
You are? Well I'm glad to hear that. Really I am!
And when you've got time, drop us a line, will you?
You know where I'm going. - Yeah, I know where you're going.
So long, Spicer. - So long, Pinkie.
- Get it in there! - It's not me you want, it's him!
Bogies, boys! Scamper!
Here, I'll get some more water.
Were you afraid when they did it? - Of course not!
They got more than they gave. They didn't count on me.
And they harmed poor old Spicer. - Spicer?
My pal. He's dead. I was defending him.
Oh Pinkie!
No one else has been in asking questions, have they?
That woman was in asking for me, but I wasn't here.
I don't understand...
She's back! I'm scared, Pinkie! I don't know what she wants!
She wants me.
I'll have to go.
You won't give me away to her, will you?
I mean, you won't tell her it was you-know-who who left the card?
Oh Pinkie, I don't care what you've done!
Hello, Pinkie.
Your mouthpiece Prewitt's been here looking for you.
Wants to talk to you about Brewer.
Just gone to have one down at the Lyme. He'll be back.
Why, Pinkie! They've laced you up! - Colleoni's mob.
- Where's Spicer? - They killed him.
- Killed him? Poor old Spicer! - We needn't get worked up about Spicer,
he was milky. -He said we oughtn't have gone after Brewer.
He was a good pal, Spicer. - It's a good thing he's dead...
That girl at Snow's saw him leave the card.
And when he's buried no one can identify him.
We might even have him cremated!
- That'll be Prewitt! - Send him up.
I'm off, Pinkie. I can't stand this fellow's chat.
Anyway, I've got a date with a bird.
- He's upstairs. You're to go up. - "Then I'll to His Highness...
"and let him command upon me... to the which my duties are...
"with the most indissoluable tie forever knit."
Macbeth, my friend.
Dear Pinkie...
Your stairs are steep to climb up!
Oh dear!...
Oh dear you have been in the wars. - Never mind that!
"Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake thy gory locks at me!"
The Swan always has a word for it. - The Swan?
The immortal Bard, Pinkie.
Now look here, Pinkie...
I want to talk to you about Brewer. Like a father.
Forget Brewer. I've got more important things.
I think I'm going to get married.
- You're underage, my boy. - I know. So's the girl.
That's difficult.
Of course there are cases of people who give their ages wrong.
Mind you, I'm not suggesting it.
- Would it be legal? - Hard and fast.
In certain circumstances.
But it takes time. - It mustn't.
- In church? - Of course not.
This won't be a real marriage. Not like when the priest says it.
You have feelings, do you? Excellent, Pinky...
But this won't be easy. Not easy at all.
Consent of parents, discretion of registrar...
It'll be expensive. - I'll pay.
Could you manage a little on account, perhaps?
One or two things I have to buy for the spouse.
There are four or five nicker on the washstand.
So you're married, eh? - A silver wedding next year...
May the Devil take her first!
I don't see any money! - In the soapdish, under the cover.
What's up with Spicer?
Colleoni's team killed him. And they done for me too.
Kill him? I've just seen him. He's in his room.
- You're imagining things, Dally! - I tell you I've just seen him now!
- So you're alive, Spicer! - I got away, Pinkie! I got away!
I'm clearing out, Pinkie! Right out!
I'm too old for this game! I'm far too old!
Nobody wants an old man! I'll go to my cousin in Nottingham!
The Blue Anchor... yeah! I can stay there, all right.
I can stay there as long as I like!
You can find me there if you want to, Pinkie!
You're always welcome... Pinkie!
Don't do anything, Pinkie! - All right, Spicey. Goodbye.
What is it? What is it?
Good scott!
These banisters have been needing a mending for a long while.
It's a good thing we have a nice
respectable lawyer like you on the spot.
Who saw the accident. - I deny it. I deny it!
I'm getting out of here!
I swear I've never... - Stay where you are! Frank!
Summon the police and the doctor.
There's been an accident. Now look here, Prewitt...
I only want you to say what's good for you, see?
It wouldn't look good though, would it,
if I was taken up for killing and you was here.
Looking in the soapdish!
You better throw his suitcase down. It was heavy and made him stumble.
Dally!
I've got a headache! There ought to be a tub!
I've got a splitting headache! Be careful of fingerprints!
I'm going now, Prewitt... Remember what happened.
- You can't go, Pinkie... - I wasn't here.
- The police will see... - I'm sure of it. I've got things to do.
- You can't tell me! - And that marriage...
Get it fixed, quick.
What about Cubitt, Pinkie?
Tell him what you tell the bogies. He had a liking for Spicer.
Hey! And send a wire to The Blue Anchor,
Union Street, Nottingham: "Regret to tell you...
"Spicer passed away, condolences from his old pals."
I like that. It shows proper feeling.
Where are you going, Pinkie? - I'm going courting.
A wife can't give evidence.
- She's late. - It is the privilege of a bride.
There's no call on us to wait on her.
You can't get out of it now, Pinkie. I know how you feel.
I was married myself once. When I was young.
Sort of gets on your nerves!
I even bought one of them books on flowers that tell you things.
I know the rules all right. Flowers can't teach me!
When I was a kid I swore I'd be a priest.
- You a priest? That's good, eh? - Why not?
I'd keep away from all this. - Well, the world's got to go on.
- Why? - Well you're a Roman, you know the answers!
All I know is that... - Come on, let's have it:
Dallow's Creed! - Well, the world's all right if you don't go too far.
From Mr. Prewitt. What does Mr. Prewitt say?
"If thou must needs marry, marry a fool.
"For wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them."
- Where have you been? - I'm sorry I'm late, Pinkie.
I went to church. - What for?
I wanted to be in a state of grace when I married you.
But then I remembered... it wasn't any good confessing anymore. Ever.
Come along now. I'm ready.
May God forgive us.
Leave that alone!
Where are we going, Pinkie?
The Cosmopolitan. I'm gonna take a suite.
Pinkie, how wonderful!
Look, Pinkie! Make a record of your voice for me!
It doesn't cost very much. - We haven't got a gramophone!
If ever you're away, I can borrow one.
And then I can hear your voice.
All right.
"You asked me to make a record of me voice...
"Well, here it is."
"What you want me to say is I love you.
"Here's the truth: I hate you, you little slut!
"You make me sick!
"Why don't you get back to Nelson Place and leave me be?"
I want a double room for my wife and myself.
I'm sorry, sir. No room.
What do you mean, "no room"?
The hotel's full. We have no vacancies!
Now look, Charlie... My money's as good as anyone else's, see?
Ida! Here! See this?
I see it all right!
I've got to work fast. The show's packing up in a week.
He told me he married her this afternoon.
The little fool, the little fool!
Leave it alone, Ida. Come back to your tea.
It wouldn't be right, Phil. I've got to save that girl!
Forget it. She doesn't want to be saved.
What does that matter?
Phil, do you remember that day in the pub when the dead spoke?
- When the dead... oh yes. - You remember...
when I couldn't think what the two L's stood for.
They meant kill! Fred was telling me they killed him!
You didn't tell the police that in your hunt, did you?
Fred didn't leave that card at Snow's, somebody planted it.
And for why? An alibi, of course.
And you don't plant an alibi unless you commit a crime.
You've got something there, Ida. But if the girl won't talk...
you've got to find the geezer who left the card.
Bad luck on you if it turned out to be Spicer.
Spicer? Who's he?
The geezer who fell downstairs... the one that Colleoni carved.
It's a funny thing Ida, most people don't know but
Pinkie wanted him carved.
Funny? It's as clear as daylight, don't you see?
Spicer was evidence. He wanted him out of the way.
Who was there when it happened? - Not the boy, Pinkie... I sussed him.
One of the mob and that crooked lawyer of his... Prewitt.
Prewitt, eh?
He's a card, eh?
Daddy Pinkie's gonna smack you!
She's just like her mum, ain't she?
Good job she ain't like her old dad Pinkie, eh?
Hello, Pinkie! Where's the bride?
Got a bit already?
Come off, Pinkie! Have a drink!
You'll need it! She's gonna make a man of you!
Now look, Cubitt. I'll do you up the same as I did Spicer.
Don't be a mug, Pinkie!
- What's that? - Don't listen to him. He's lit.
You think yourself smart, don't you? So did Spicer.
- Here... what are you getting at? - Don't listen to him.
I mean this: Spicer was milky.
And I'm the only one in this mob who knows how to act.
You mean... it wasn't the banisters?
I killed him, Cubitt. And I'll kill you too.
Now don't believe him. I was there, it was an acc...
Spicer? What had Spicer done?
All right. I'm off! I'm turning it in, see?
And I'm not coming back! - Go on, Cubitt!
Clear out and starve! - I shan't starve!
Go on, you too! You'll soon see how you get on without me!
The lot of you!
It's all right, Pinkie. I'm not leaving you.
Or the girl.
- Mr. Prewitt? - Madam, I haven't the pleasure.
Neither have I, but I've got to see you.
You ought to have made an appointment...
but I think I can fit you in... before Colonel Prideaux arrives.
- Does that noise go on all the time? - When I can stand it no more...
I beat on the wall.
Now, Madam... - You ought to eat more careful.
- Nothing does it any good. - You drink too much.
Alas, if you'd entrusted... easily.
Now listen, Prewitt: You were there when Spicer got knocked off!
- Knocked off? - Killed!
Who are you? It was the banisters, the broken banisters!
Did you do it, or was he there all the time?
- And now, what was I saying? - You begin to look real bad!
I bet you've got an ulcer! - No, nothing like that!
You ought to have your insides photographed.
I don't believe in the knife.
Why don't you have a drink? Cheer you up.
A glass of wine, a loaf of bread... Yes, that's helped.
You must forgive the cups, Madam. But as a rule...
I only take tea in the afts. - Now listen, Mr. Prewitt...
you gave wrong evidence at that inquest.
If I know, don't you think others do?
Do you want to ruin yourself? - Ruin? I'm ruined already.
Shut up that filthy row, can't you?
"Well, old mole... canst work in the earth so fast?"
The spouse. Married 25 years. - You ought to think of her.
Her? I married beneath me...
an affair of uncontrollable passion for the nursery maid.
To see her now... A hag. With the passion of a tinned salmon.
Imagine that, Madam. Tinned salmon!
Do you know what Mephistopheles said to Faustus...
when he asked him where Hell was?
"Why this is Hell. Nor am I out of it."
- He's brought you to this! That boy! - The spouse, Madam. The spouse!
What a joke to tell everything, now that people are on my trail.
But I'm concerned with murder... "Pull down the whole rotten house!"
Like Samson... See that photo there? That's a choral group..
Lancaster College. Not one of the great schools perhaps...
and we had field days with Harrow.
You see me there, cross-legged in a straw hat.
Let them put me in the dock. I'll give them revelations.
I've sunk so deep I carry the secrets of a sewer.
Did you push Spicer yourself?
No, I was in the other room when Pinkie called.
So he was there, eh?
Come in!
Hello, dear. I'm Judy. Welcome to Liberty Hall, ducks.
Thought you might like a nice cup of tea.
- Oh, thanks! - If you want any breakfast...
there's plenty of grub downstairs.
What's this? A gramophone record?
Yes, but I haven't got a gramophone.
Frank's got an old portable downstairs...
he never uses it. You can have it. As a wedding present.
- Oh, I'd love it. Thanks! - I'll bring it up to you sometime.
Works all right... provided you're not too fussy.
- Judy? Somebody at the door. - Okay, I know.
Well, how are you? Everything all right?
I feel awful bad sleeping so late.
Pinkie's gone out and he's never had his breakfast.
You don't want to worry! We all go down to ruin in this place!
By the way... you want a dress cleaned anytime, let Frank handle it.
He won't charge nothing to Pinkie's wife!
He's pretty up in the cleaning lot.
It's the only real dress I've got.
Pinkie'll buy you a new one. He's not mean.
At least, not like that.
- You're his friend, aren't you? - Yes.
- I wish I was. - You're his wife.
Yes.
You don't want to worry. Just let him be.
He's got things on his mind.
I don't want to be on his mind ever. I just want to be with him.
Yes. I know. He's lucky. You're a good kid.
Dally!
- What is it? - Rose's mum!
- What? - I'm sending her up!
It's your mum! I'll scob her!
My mum?
- I had to tell them something, dear. - I'll call Pinkie!
I'd like a word with your Pinkie myself!
You'll not see Pinkie! I won't have anyone worry him.
He'll have plenty to worry him soon.
Who are you? Why do you interfere with us?
I'm like everyone else. I want to see justice done that's all.
- You're not the police! - I'm your friend, you little fool.
I'm here to help you! - I don't want any help from you!
Look here, my dear. You've got to go back home.
- This is my home. - Now listen, dear.
I'm human. I've loved a boy or two in my time.
It's natural like breathing. Not one of them's worth it.
Let alone this fellow you've got hold of. - Keep away from me!
You've got to be saved! Your life's in danger!
- Oh, if that's all... - What do you mean, all?
You've only got one life! He's a murderer, your Pinkie!
Twice over! First Hale, then Spicer, the man that left the card.
Did you marry him knowing that?
Why don't you go to the police, eh?
Don't you see? You're an accomplice after the fact!
You know it wasn't Kolley Kibber left those cards.
You've got to come along to the police
and tell them everything. - I never will!
You think he's in love with you, don't you?
He's not. - He married me.
To stop you giving evidence.
You're just a witness like the man he killed.
He'd kill you too if he could find a safe way to do it.
People change. Repent.
Oh no they don't, my dear!
Look at me: I've never changed. I'm like those sticks of rock.
Bite all the way down, you still read "Brighton".
I'm here to save you! - I wouldn't want to be saved.
If he was lost.
Hello, Pinkie.
You're just in time to meet one of your in-laws.
- What's that? - It's her mum. Upstairs.
Waiting to kiss you.
I'm not finished, dear! I'll be back.
Judy says your ma's been here! - She just looked in.
You've been writing letters.
I wrote it last night before you come upstairs.
- Who to? - You can read it, Pinkie.
"I love you Pinkie. I love you forever...
"You've been so good to me...
"wherever you go I'll go too."
You gave me that gramophone record. I wanted to give you something, too.
But that's the sort of note I wanted, Rose!
You go down and give Judy a hand...
and tell Dallow I want him up here urgent. - All right.
- You wanted me, Pinkie? - Did you hear about her ma?
- Yeah, anything wrong? - Well, it wasn't her ma at all!
It was that brass who's been asking questions!
And Rose said it was her ma! - Well, maybe she had a reason.
I'd trust that kid all the way!
- Have I got to have a massacre? - Now I don't know, Pinkie.
That kid loves you. - Love!
I want security and I'm going to get it!
She should be easy.
Now don't be a mug, Pinkie! You're not going to touch that girl!
I remember reading in the paper once about...
a boy and a girl who killed themselves...
only they brought the boy back.
And they didn't hang him, Dallow! They didn't hang him!
It was called a "pax", a suicide pax.
That's Latin for "peace".
Yeah, don't be morbid. Everything's gonna be all right!
I wanna be prepared, see?
You said to me Pinkie called out when Spicer fell!
- No, Madam. - You said Pinkie called out!
I said Spicer called out. And now if you don't mind, Inspector,
I have an appointment with Colonel Prideaux.
That was Johnny. Cubitt's blown!
He's caught the 6:15 to town but nobody stopped him.
What's that there? - Colleoni.
He says he'll pay 300 if we'll stop lacing his geezers and blow.
300 nicker? That's a good offer!
With that dough we could start in a new line somewhere else!
Dally!
All right, you can have it back tomorrow.
- Who is it, Judy? - Just someone wanting his suit back.
- Well? - Only someone for Frank.
Oh well. No news is good news I suppose.
Like you said, Dallow... I have to see the world, travel.
I could take to other things. - Don't forget...
You got a girl now, Pinkie. - I'll be safer without her.
Ah, she's safe enough!
The trouble with you is, Dally, you don't look ahead.
Any day she may fall for a new face... or get vexed or something.
If I don't keep her smooth... smooth all the time...
Love! It's not safe. You can't be sure.
What are you looking for, Pinkie? - Evidence.
If something happened, this would be evidence!
Judy said that she brought me up a gramophone.
That's right, it's over there.
See how it is, Dallow. And this time I betch you it's bad.
We're nearly through, Rose.
- Through? - Finished.
The police, Pinkie?
Don't worry, Rose. I know what to do.
Just leave everything to me.
You don't want them to take me away, do you?
Don't worry, Rose. I got it all thought out.
- It won't hurt. - What won't hurt, Pinkie?
Dying together. Well, you don't want to leave me, do you?
Pinkie! It's a mortal sin! - Just one more.
No! No! No! It's despair, Pinkie!
It's the worst sin of all! There must be some way not to!
Let's talk about it first. There's time to talk!
If the worst happens, we got to work quick.
You don't want to see me hang, do you?
No!
Dallow's a long time on the blower.
Something must have happened.
You stay here, see?
- Who was it? - It's all right Pinkie...
give yourself time. Johnny's been on the brass' tail...
and says she's packing up to leave now.
Their show's going on. Prewitt's stuck to his story...
and Cubitt's blown. She hasn't got any evidence!
That's why she's pushing off.
Pinkie, this calls for a celebration!
- Celebration? - And Leicester's not a bad town.
We'll move up to Leicester. All three of us, eh?
You'll like the country, Pinkie!
You and your little missus will live to be 80 down there!
Won't you ducks, eh? - I hope so!
Of course they will. So will we, Dally!
Yeah. That's right.
60 odd years. A long time, Dallow. Yeah, but...
- Evening, Jim. Seasonable weather. - Evening, Mr. Corkery.
Evening, Ida.
The country don't suit Rose and me. We're through. Broke.
Colleoni's taking over. - Turn it up, Pinkie!
Never say die, boy! - You've got to say it sometime.
Goodbye, Dallow. - But...
Goodbye, Judy.
Rose and me is going for a walk.
But Pinkie! It's raining!
Me and Rose don't mind a little thing like that.
- Is anything wrong, Pinkie? - Everything.
Let's go on the pier.
- Where are they going, Phil? - What? What's the matter?
Where's he taking that girl? Did you see his face, Phil?
He grinned at me. - Grinned?
Just as if he'd said you can't stop me now.
Where's he gone? Where's he taking the girl?
To be alone! You know what love is.
I know he hates her guts! I know more than that.
I was with Fred the day they finished him.
You know an awful lot, lady. Straight up: Do you sleep at nights?
You know what he's planning. I don't.
- He's going for a walk. - In the rain?
With a gun in his pocket? - His gun?
You meant this, didn't you?
- Yes, Pinkie. - Cause I'm going.
We're both going, see?
We've got to find them! Look here, you fetch a policeman!
- Me? A bogy? Not likely. - Do you want another killing?
Judy, you heard what the lady said. Get a bogy!
We've left out Peace, Pinkie. - What do you mean?
There'll be no forgiveness.
All right, you win. I'll go alone.
And you can have your Heaven by yourself.
No, Pinkie. I'm going with you.
All right, Charlie. Let them in! - Okay.
It was bound to happen.
You don't want me to do it first, do you?
In front of you? - No, Pinkie, no!
All right, all right. You stay here and I'll take a walk.
When it's all over, I'll come back and do it too.
Understand? - Yes, Pinkie.
- It won't hurt. - No!
No, not in here. Let's try outside.
Pray for our sins... Love until Death... Repent.
Now, wait a minute, wait a minute!
He's probably up at the end of the pier!
You all shuffle up there...
and I'll go downstairs and see if he doesn't scob over there.
Come on, Brown! We know you're down there!
You've got the gun, why don't you shoot?
Give it to me! Give me the gun!
- I threw it away! - What?
Good, Dallow! You're just in time!
You get the bogy and I'll get the girl!
I told you never to touch that girl, didn't I? - Dally!
Come on, take him if you're going to take him!
Don't think I repent, I don't! I repent not dying!
- Go on, don't be afraid. - I ought to have gone with him.
I ought to have gone with him!
I don't want any absolution ever!
I'd be with him if I were damned too!
That woman said he wanted to get rid of me!
She doesn't know a thing about love!
Perhaps she was right, my child.
And you don't either!
I know, I've got proof!
I've got his voice!
I don't want to be forgiven. I'm afraid of missing him!
My child, there's always hope. It's the air we breathe.
You can't understand, nor I, nor anyone for that matter...
The appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.
We have to hope. And pray.
I want to help. But I don't know how.
You say he loved you. There's hope.
- Even that sort of love? - Any love!
He loved me! I'll show you he loved me.
Mother, can I? - If you want to.
You asked me to make a record of me voice...
Well here it is.
What you want me to say is I love you...
I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you...