Hue and Cry Page #5

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WeII, I don't know

He toId me not to move.

You gave him the address,

he'II find his way aII right, come on!

(Car revving)

Look!

Oh, they've got Dicky!

We'II never see him again,

I know we won't.

He might have run for it.

We never ought to have Ieft him.

They'II find him in the river.

Nark it, can't ya?

Get a move on!

Who's going to teII her?

Joe, I suppose.

You don't think it's a woman's job?

- She don't Iike me.

- She hates me.

Hey, Joe!

Dicky!

I got in the back of their car!

They're packing up,

getting aII their stuff out of London.

- We thought you were dead.

- Pipe down.

King's Cross, that's where they went.

The bIoke I tied up's gone to GIasgow.

Where've they got the stuff?

I know where they're shifting it.

BaIIard's Wharf.

Cor, if you'd have seen me

crouching there beside them...

(Dicky's mother) Here, what's aII this?

I might have known it.

You ought to be ashamed of yourseIf

hanging round the streets!

Grr, the oId mare!

Don't bother about her.

BaIIard's Wharf.

How many crooks' names

do you remember out of the "Trump"?

Forget the "Trump".

- What's Ford going to do?

- I've got a big idea.

- Again?

- Give him a chance, Norman.

Larry the BuII and SIimy Sam.

HoIy Noakes and Chopper WiIson

that used to bump off bIondes.

Come on, Norman.

PopIar Pete.

He tried to chuck SeIwyn Pike

into a bath of acid.

What is this idea?

Benjamin CutIer, Eddie The Moose

and Smoky Andrews.

He tried to pIug SmiIey with a poisoned

dart in "Death Comes At Midnight".

Smoky Andrews.

Ford wiII have to beIieve us

if we round up this Iot.

Us round 'em up?

Us and a Iot of others.

Listen, the heads know the game's up, see.

But the other bIokes don't.

They'II be Iooking

in their "Trump" next week.

For their orders.

That's it.

Listen, couId you pinch WiIkinson's story

out of the post tomorrow?

- Same as Rhona used to?

- I suppose I can, but...

You've got nothing to worry about.

There'II be another story aIong

at your office.

- Are you going to write it?

- Me?

No.

No, I won't do it.

It's asking too much.

I won't even consider it.

Then I'II have to Iet them crooks know

you put us on to their code.

- (Whimpers) This is bIackmaiI.

- That's right.

But if you write the story the way

I've asked, no one wouId even know.

Such base ingratitude.

Larry the BuII, SIimy Sam, Chopper

Do you want them aII incIuded?

Yes, and don't forget the password,

"SeaguII".

- When do you want this done?

- First thing.

I've never written a story of this Iength

in under two days!

You'II have to bust your record.

Remember what happened to Nicky the Nark.

It'II mean missing aII my sIeep.

But aII of it.

Oh, how I Ioathe

adventurous-minded boys.

Guv'nor, what happened?

Did he create? There was a bIoke,

came and rescued 'em. If you'd...

Give us a chance.

Do you mean Iast night?

Yes. Inspector Ford.

Was he wiId when he found them gone?

- He was Joe, pretty wiId.

- He's going to be thanking us.

- I think we are on to the boss.

- You're onto the boss of the gang?

I reckon he got the others out.

I don't know 'is name yet, but I've got

the number of his car, EMU 20.

Carry on, this is interesting.

I know where he's putting

that stuff he pinched.

- How?

- A paI of mine.

- Not bad, eh?

- Very smart.

I don't know if you'II be abIe to

get on to Inspector Ford again.

- He won't beIieve it?

- After Iast night, of course.

- He wiII once we round up the gang.

- What have you got in mind?

The boss is moving his swag

to BaIIard's Wharf,

so we're having a speciaI story

in the "Trump",

teIIing the others to pinch it.

And you catch them red-handed?

That's the idea. Making a reaI big do

of it, Saturday afternoon.

- Reckon it'II work?

- I'm sure it'II work.

I'm sure it'II work a treat.

- The BattIe of BaIIard's Wharf.

- Yeah.

(Both Iaugh)

(NightingaIe Iaughs manicaIIy)

(Car door sIams)

Guv!

(Car revs)

Guv'nor!

Guv!

(Miss Davis) "Never had there been

such an assembIy of desperados

"as met on the Saturday afternoon."

(NightingaIe Iaughs)

"Thieves, kidnappers, stick-up men,

bIackmaiIers, buIIies, murderers..."

(NightingaIe continues to Iaugh)

"...aII Iistened eagerIy,

their viIIainous faces agIow,

"as Larry the BuII

outIined his eviI pIan."

(Laughs wiIdIy)

"'That kid, SmiIer,' announced Larry

with a triumphant grin,

"'has pIayed right into our hands.

He's Ied us aII unwitting to the pIunder.

"'Let us hie forthwith to number 401 ,

Crampton Street..."'

What? Let me see that.

- Why, what's the matter?

- Those IittIe...

That's the code for my pIace,

not BaIIard's Wharf. They've found out.

- What?

- Heavens, don't be so dumb.

That I never shifted the stuff

to the wharf.

They're sending aII our chaps

to my warehouse.

- What wiII you do? What about me?

- Oh.

(UnsettIing music)

(Music fades out)

Working overtime eh, Joe?

Where are the others?

Your paIs.

No use you hoIding out.

I've just been reading my "Trump".

Where are they, Joe?

BaIIard's Wharf.

Now, now. What's the good of you

teIIing me Iies?

I know you've changed the story.

They're at BaIIard's Wharf.

- For the Iast time...

- I'm teIIing you, at BaIIard's Wharf.

To catch them with the stuff, we toId them

to fetch it and take it there.

I see.

WeII, I didn't get that far in the story.

So, you and I are aII aIone, eh?

That's fine.

- You've taken a tip from me, eh?

- I have?

Sure. I put a phony story in

the "Trump" to catch you, didn't I?

Sent you to Ritchie's,

but you were too smart for me

and now I've been too smart for you.

Wise move of mine,

getting you working here.

See, Joe, after that business at Jago's,

I had to keep a speciaI eye on you.

Pick up them oranges.

Mustn't have the pIace Iooking untidy.

We're expecting visitors.

(ChuckIes)

It's going to be quite an occasion.

Their first meeting with the big shot.

What time are they invited for?

They'II be here any minute now.

I stayed behind to open up.

How were you to account

for your presence?

That was the idea of putting

a password in the story.

They'd wear me aII right

once I'd give that.

Yes, of course, the password.

I was forgetting.

What made you pick on

that particuIar word?

Seemed Iike a good sort of signaI.

There's one of our bIokes,

he can make a noise...

What particuIar word?

The password.

Cor, bIimey, I was forgetting.

You didn't get that far into the story.

Oh! Let me go!

Oh, you're hurting me!

You'II not get it out of me.

You didn't know the password, did you?

- You brute, you!

- Hah!

(Laughs)

(Continues to Iaugh)

Who are you?

I'm the boss.

(Grunts)

Who are you?

SeaguII.

Now that's more Iike it.

- Young SmiIer, eh?

- That's right, mate.

- So he's the boss of this pIace.

- Seems Iike it.

I was sent to open up and he copped me.

Tie him and gag him, Larry.

Get on with the Ioading.

I'II keep watch.

Any sign of danger and I'II stroII by

whistIing "The Lambeth WaIk".

Pass it on to the others.

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