Victim Page #8

I see the implication, sir.

But this couldn't be

the basis of any charge.

I know.

That's the tragedy of it.

The boy thought it could.

It wouldn't mean anything

if he weren't crying.

As it is, I suppose it looks everything.

Yes.

It's a very good likeness.

We must get the negatives.

Thank you, william.

I expected at least one question.

Don't you have any?

I've believed in your

integrity for 10 years, sir.

I can see no reason to question it now.

Get me Fulham Police Station.

It's all there. Ask

Marylebone to pick them up.

Get 'em red-Handed when

they collect the loot.

Right, sir.

Yes. Who? Bridie.

Listen to this call.

Put Mr. Farr on.

No, sir. Not really surprised.

I thought you'd be

calling sooner or later.

Yes, Mr. Farr, I'm listening.

Six homing pigeons, P.H. Not

bad for a last collection.

Very good, my dear.

I say, this one's got

a dollop in its beak.

A check for 50 pounds

from that woman in Exeter.

You certainly can pile on the agony.

- Don't open them on the street, Mickey.

- All right. I just thought you'd like to know.

And we'd like to know too.

- It's a fair cop, son.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Who are you?

- Police officers making an arrest.

- On what charge?

- Yes, what's the charge?

False pretenses.

A system of writing begging letters...

Presenting yourselves as widows and

orphans for the purpose of extracting money.

"I was deeply moved by your letter

telling me of your husband's tragic death.

"Nothing can ease your grief,

but I hope the enclosed check...

Will help keep yourself and poor

little wendy out of queer street. "

Come along now. The car's waiting.

You're late with the post, Miss benham.

You'll get your toes trodden on again.

I'll leave early, if I may,

and post 'em opposite the fat.

- There's never a crowd there.

- Very well.

Can I help you, sir?

Where do you keep the,

uh, minor classics, please?

Far shelves.

- May I look?

- Certainly.

Leave that, sir. I'll see to it.

You're Melville Farr, aren't you?

Yes.

Step in here, will you, please?

How dare you come in my shop.

Can't you leave me to mourn in peace?

I'm very sorry, but...

What have your troubles to do with me?

You ruined my life.

Boy Barrett was happy here with me.

I'd have taken him into partnership.

He'd have had a home here.

You destroyed all that.

Do you realize what you did?

I realize everything.

Well, Hoey?

Money was taken down and

pocketed almost immediately, sir.

Come on.

There we are, sir. The

money's in the shoulder bag.

Well, you get back to the station.

Get out of your Sunday suit.

- No use busting your cover.

- Right.

Are you sure you'd recognize the youth

on the Lambretta without his goggles, sir?

- Recognize him anywhere.

- Right.

Sandy. Sandy?

Hi. Don't come in for a minute, Bee.

- Did you collect?

- Yes. All here.

Okay.

Come in, bee.

Hmm.

Look at this. Fabulous shot.

Astonishing detail for a telescopic

lens. Look at that. Sharp as a knife.

- Only had half a minute to get it.

- How stupid can they get?

- Picking up a boy in the park.

- Hmm.

It's a pity we're going

on a long vacation.

Still, never mind. We'll

keep the old gentleman on ice.

I'm sorry to be through with Farr.

I'd enjoy making that fine,

upstanding barrister jump.

Ten days, and I'm off.

As usual, beautifully timed. A week's notice

to poor old doe and no attention drawn.

Uh, by the way, are we going

to let our friend off the hook?

We'll give him that impression.

I told him to come over.

Should be here soon.

Of course, when we start our business

again, we'll jerk the line a bit.

Show him the photostats.

Remind him the hook's still there.

- You really are a bit odd, aren't you?

- What do you mean?

Well, I don't know. A sort of cross

between an avenging angel and a Peeping tom.

They disgust me!

When I found out about Mr. Doe and

that boy, I felt physically ill.

They're everywhere! Everywhere you turn.

The police do nothing. Nothing!

Someone's got to make them

pay for their filthy blasphemy.

We want you. Get inside there.

What do you want? What

do you think you're doing?

- This is a private flat. Get out ofhereI

- What's the matter?

What is it? What does this mean?

These are marked notes.

You're both under arrest.

You'll be charged at the station.

- He's the one I told you about.

- You won't testify to that in court.

Oh, yes, I will.

That'll make a find swan

song to a big career.

"Eminent Lawyer's

Astonishing Private Life. "

A real ball for the national press.

That's enough.

Very tough now, aren't we? When

it comes to protecting perverts.

I suppose the police force is

riddled with it, like everything else.

- Shut up!

- On your feet. You're coming too.

He's all right. He's

one of their victims.

Ha! You hear that,

Phip? You're a victim.

I'm afraid you're barking up

the wrong tree there, mister.

It's a question of dog

eat dog, isn't it, Phip?

It wasn't my fault. I couldn't

pay them any more money.

Then they said...

If I gave the names of my friends...

They'd give me back a letter every time.

What do you think of our littleJudas?

- Revolting spectacle, isn't he?

- Come on.

One moment, please. Shoes.

Coat.

Ready.

It's the ungodly in

great power, all right.

And fourishing like the green bay tree.

But we'll have our say in court though.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

On your feet. Move.

Don't charge me under my real name. I've

got money coming to me, quite a bit of money.

I wouldn't mind sharing it.

I'm not greedy. I'd sign a note.

I'll walk him downstairs, sir.

They're gonna be very vicious

when they do get into court, sir.

Don't worry, Harris.

I shan't let you down.

No, sir.

What do you think they'll get?

With your evidence, the limit.

Barrett's death, and that little hairdresser

fellow Henry are bound to weigh against them.

Well, I'm glad we've got them.

But it seems tragic that your

career has to go west in the getting.

Somebody once called this law against

homosexuals the blackmailers'charter.

Is that how you feel about it?

I'm a policeman, sir.

I don't have feelings.

Well, if you come with me now, sir. It'll be

helpful if we can have your statement right away.

Yes.

- Good evening, sir.

- Good evening.

You've just missed Mr. Patterson.

Mr. Patterson?

Mel?

Mel, I -

I didn't expect to see you here.

What did william want?

He came to tell me

you'd been to the police.

I see.

How long before the case becomes public?

There'll be a remand at the

magistrate's hearing tomorrow.

I've got about, uh, three weeks.

Three days, you mean.

You can't hope to keep

this out of the press.

It's not as though you can go into court

as Mr. X. You're -You're too well known.

I don't want to.

I believe that if I go

into court as myself...

I can draw attention to the

fault in the existing law.

- Knowing it will destroy you utterly.

- Yes.

We're going to need each

other very much, aren't we?

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