Good evening, all.
You know, when a man is popular, generous and well liked,
it conjures up a certain picture.
Well, that was Harry.
"One of the best. " That's what everyone said about Harry.
Well, nearly everyone.
British Ainivays announce the arrival of their flight from A/icante.
Passengers will be disembarking through gate number four.
Thank you.
Airport.
Harry's back.
Harry Simpson.
Hello, Harry. Home again?
- Hello, my old china. How's it going? - I'll do that and take them up.
Thanks very much, mate.
All right, love?
Go on.
- Hello, Johnny. How's the missus? - You're quite a stranger.
Missed me, have you? See you round.
- I'll take this one. - It's all right. I can manage.
There's no hurry. Take your time. Here.
- You don't have to do that. - Take it. Buy the old woman some flowers.
All right, then. Thanks very much, Harry.
Up there. No lift. That's how we all keep so fit.
- Right, mate? - Right, Harry.
Come on.
Right. Thanks, Wally.
- Keep the change. - Thanks, Mr Dixon.
There you are.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Welcome back, Mike.
Nice to be back.
Ah, here he is.
- What are you having? - Ah, nothing for me.
- Hello, Mike. - Hi.
I thought we were going to have a couple of drinks on Mike's promotion.
I can't stop. Harry Simpson's back.
Spanish police threw him out.
Don't tell me you're going to start working overtime on Harry already.
When he's in town, this is Harry's pub.
The odds are he'll be here tonight, buying admiration.
I want to have a chat with Harry tomorrow Another time, Mike.
I don't know. Harry's always seemed all right to me.
I'll tell you what Harry is. He's the scum of the earth.
- Hello, Brenda. - Harry!
- Hello. - You all right?
- Come in. - No, thanks. I'm just off to the boozer.
- Do you want to come along? - Oh, I can't, Harry.
Hello, young fella, my lad. You remember your Uncle Harry?
Yes, I do. Ice cream!
He's the spitting image of your Lenny.
- Harry. - What?
Have you heard any from Lenny?
There. Just a minute.
Here. Wait a minute.
Go and buy yourself an ice cream and bring a special one back for your mum.
All right.
Been getting your money regular, have you, Brenda?
Oh, yes, thanks, Harry. But not a word from Lenny.
No, well, I had a message from him while I was in Spain.
He...
He said I was to give you this. It's a bit extra for the boy.
- Did you see him? - I told you, he's had to go to ground.
I... I warned him not to get mixed up with the wrong sort of people.
I don't want to say any more because I'm hoping it'll all blow over. Here.
I don't know how I'd have managed without you.
Lenny's my partner. I'm only giving you what's yours.
He's on his way back already! He'll make a great right winger, won't he?
- Bye-bye, Brenda. - Bye.
Ta-ta. Mind you don't drop 'em.
- Oh, Harry, your change. - Forget it.
Tell him to buy something nice for his mum.
Come on.
Come on. We'll wave bye-bye to Harry.
Bye, Harry.
Bye. And thanks again.
Forget it, love. Look after yourself, mind.
Come on. Up.
- Hello! How you going? - Harry! Great.
- Nice to see you. - Aren't you brown!
Peeled twice, love. It cost a lot of money.
It's Harry!
- Wally. All right? - Great.
- Lovely to see you. - Good to see you back.
- Good to be back, mate. - What was it like, Harry?
Smashing. Had the time of my life.
And olé to you, too.
Hello, love! How are you?
- Oh, not so good. - No?
No, Harry, not since my Jim died.
- Never mind, my old darlin'. I'll look after you. - Oh.
- Harry! - What?
Leave the birds alone!
- Are you getting jealous? - What are you gonna have?
Get off. It's my shout tonight. Same again all round, Wally.
A large one for yourself.
- Give a double to... whatshername. - Old Mother Riley.
That's it.
- What are you having? - Gin and tonic.
- Nine Tails for me.
- And a Nine Tails. - Thanks. Cheers, Harry.
- What was the temperature like over there? - Oh... Hang on.
Shan't be long. Back in a minute.
- Hello, Mr Dixon. How are you keeping? - Oh, not so bad.
Mike Brewer. How are you, Mike? Just visiting or back in the old patch?
- Back for good. - Oh, yeah?
He's been made up. He's a Detective Sergeant now.
Is that a fact? Sorry. Should've called you Mister.
I'll watch it in future. Anyway, congratulations.
- I couldn't be more pleased. - Thanks.
'Ere, what about your son-in-law, Mr Dixon?
He's a nice chap, Andy. Straight as a die. Hasn't he got promotion yet?
- Well, it's in the wind. - Sweating on the top line, is he?
I hope he gets it. He should've been a DI long ago.
Hey, Harry! Don't you want yours?
I'd better get back. You know how it is, the old mates.
Anyway, nice to see you, Mr Dixon. And you... Mr Brewer.
All the best.
Ooh, by the way, Mr Brewer. What perfume's your wife like best?
Never mind. I'll send a selection. I smuggled them through Customs.
Let's sit down.
So Reginald says, "You're not in my dream. I'm in yours. "
Did you hear the one about the castanet dancer?
Who's the fella with him? The one who doesn't say anything?
Bernard Moss. Harry's number two.
Why is Andy so down on Harry?
Well, he's taken some pretty hard knocks over Harry.
Three times he had to withdraw cases for lack of evidence
and the DPP didn't like it.
Which didn't do Andy's career much good.
I suppose it depends whether the evidence was there.
Well, I don't know, Mike.
Andy thinks it was.
But he could never prove Harry had anything to do with the witnesses changing their tune.
He's never been able to prove that Harry isn't what he says he is - a property developer.
Mr Dixon!
Two large whiskies.
Harry sent them over.
All the best!
- Hey, Harry. The law's here. - Oh? Who is it?
Crawford. He's got it in for you, that fella has. Persecution. That's what it is.
Well, he's got to find something to do, hasn't he?
Thanks, mate.
Here. Go and buy yourself something to drink.
Thanks, Harry. I'd lodge a complaint if it was me.
- Yeah. - It's not fair.
No, you're dead right.
Nice day, ain't it?
Here. Want to drive around the block?
- You want me to stay? - What? No, Bernie. You push off.
- You've got things to do, right? - Right.
Hi, Bernie. How's the property business?
Bricks and mortar, like always.
Come on in, Mr Crawford.
Darling. Somebody else I'd like you to meet.
Come in, Mr Crawford.
- Uh, do you smoke? - No, thanks.
- This is Detective Inspector Crawford. - Sergeant.
Sorry. Jumped the gun, didn't I?
Detective Sergeant, this is Miss Croft, my fiancée.
How do you do, Mr Crawley?
- Miss Croft, it's Crawford. - Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.
I've met so many friends of Harry's.
Have you known each other long?
Quite a while, yes.
Why don't you finish getting ready? Shan't be long.
Nice to have met you. I hope we'll see you again soon.
Oh, you may, yes.
Oh, sit down.
- Where are you living? Still Chelmsford? - Yes.
You must get tired of the travelling. Why don't you move back into town?
- Why don't you move out of town, Harry? - I was born right here.
I wouldn't feel comfortable anywhere else.
Well, it looks comfortable enough now. I'll say that.
Well, I've improved it a bit, you know.
Listen, I've got a nice conversion just being finished.
Nice old house near Kennington Oval. The bottom flat's big enough for a family.
Use of the garden - keep the kids happy. Wouldn't be all that expensive.
Just say the word and it's yours.
You can sell your place. You should end up with a few grand for yourself.
There's only one favour I want from you, Harry. Tell me what happened to Lenny Lane.
I wish I knew, mate. We were real old chinas, Lenny and me.
That's not what I heard.
I heard Lenny was getting above himself, turned into a nuisance wanting to be number one.
Mr Crawford, there's always someone ready to spread the dirt about anyone.
I mean, some people think I'm a villain. I'm not.
I'm just a businessman out to make a bob or two.
Some really big villains have used that refrain, Harry.
Funny how... Lenny didn't tell his wife where he was going.
Ready, darling? Mr Crawford's just leaving.
Coming.
Sorry. We're expected somewhere.
Shan't be a tick. All right?
Well?
- Some other time we'll talk about Lenny again. - Look, I don't know anything.
I've been abroad on business.
You tried to move in on that Spanish villa swindle.
No, I bought a building plot nearAlicante, that's all.
That's why the Spanish police chucked you out?
I couldn't speak the language. I picked a bad lawyer.
They'd have charged me if they had anything. Just like you would, Mr Crawford.
Excuse me.
Right, love, we're on our way.
Hello, Mrs Lane.
- Another word about your husband. - I've told you everything I know.
- The day he disappeared... - I can't help you.
Please. My little boy's fallen and hurt himself. I must see to him. Excuse me.
- Freddie. - Ah.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Have you still got a clean driving license, Freddie?
Yeah. Why?
Let's see.
All right if I borrow it for a while?
- What for? - 50 quid.
Yeah, but I don't know what you want it for.
If something happened, that's got my name on it.
Nothing's going to happen.
I just want a clean license, Freddie, that's all.
Not yet.
When I tell you, you write and say that you've lost it.
So what does it matter, for 50 quid?
Well, I'd like to help you, Bernie, don't get me wrong.
Only, I don't want no trouble.
I am glad about that.
Because Harry looked after you when you had that accident, didn't he?
Paid for your kids to go on holiday and all sorts of things.
Harry?
All right, if it's for Harry.
- So soon? - Well, no point in waiting.
We both know our own minds, eh?
Well... Marion did write, of course, but we assumed it wouldn't be for some time yet.
- You've only known each other a few weeks. - We're getting a special license.
We're going to have a white wedding - the lot. All the trimmings.
Oh, I'll see to that. I don't want to lumber you with the expense.
That's not the point.
- Then there is an age difference, of course. - Mum, please.
Well, I suppose I'd better clear away.
- Oh, let me help you. - No, that's all right.
Marion can give me a hand.
- You stay and talk to my husband. - Right.
- There we are. - Thank you.
But, Marion, you can't really know someone you've met abroad.
- Please, Mum, don't interfere. - I'm only thinking of your good, dear.
I love him. You think about that.
Oh, very nice.
Don't misunderstand what my wife was saying, Mr Simpson.
- We've nothing against you personally. - Course not. Do you mind?
No.
It's just that Marion's an only child and...
Well, all we're saying is just hang on for a while. That's all.
You're in insurance, I'm told. What happens when you sell a life policy?
- Do you get commission? - Well, yes. Why?
Marion is the girl for me. I mean, you know, the one.
I'll look after her. You've got my word.
- We don't doubt that. - All the same... your good lady's right.
There is an age difference.
I want to make sure that Marion is all right if anything happened.
It's about time I took out some life insurance. What shall we say? 50,000?
- 50? - Well, don't you think that's enough?
Well, yes, yes.
Well, can you fix that up for me, Arthur?
Well... Well, yes, I'd be pleased to, Mr Simpson.
Oh, Harry. I mean, everybody calls me Harry.
'Ere, take-away Chinese food.
Come on, let's have some real photographs. Get a grip.
Now, first one out of the traps... me and my mates. Here.
Go on, give us a smile. You're not smiling. Smile.
The in-laws.
Oh.
Can I kiss her?
Dad!
Where's... ? Maureen, come here.
Aw.
- Give us a kiss. - Lovely.
You got it? All right?
Come on, Maureen. Now, Bernie?
Bernie! He's hiding again. Come here, Bernie. Kiss the bride.
This is the bride. Have you met? Go on, give him a kiss.
Go on.
Aw!
- Hello, Johnny. - George.
Here we are. Oops!
Do you know the girl, George?
No.
A good family, though. A respectable background.
According to Andy.
- Do you mean he checked up on her? - Yeah.
That was going a bit far, wasn't it?
Right, son. Now what do you want?
- What about trying the big one - the group? - Everybody in for this one.
Come on, hurry up. Champagne's getting warm.
Now, come on. Everybody smile.
Hold it!
There.
That's good.
Great.
- Thanks very much. - Is that all, Mr Crawford?
That's all. Thanks very much for the souvenirs.
No trouble, Mr Crawford. No trouble at all.
Harry's come out well.
Never mind Harry. Let's get all those faces identified.
I didn't have any choice, Harry. He leaned on me.
- I didn't want to but... - Yeah, all right.
I thought I'd better tell you as soon as I could.
I mean, I couldn't help it.
I didn't like handing the law a set of your photographs.
Look, Eddie, shut up and go and buy yourself a drink.
- You're getting on my nerves. - Right, Harry.
Sorry.
Crawford's really sticking his neck out, isn't he?
You should get him off your back, Harry.
Oh, Bernie, not with Crawford. He's a copper.
No, no. There are other ways.
Mr Dixon. Er, can I have a word with you?
What about?
I've got a problem, Mr Dixon.
I'm a businessman, right? The only argument I've got is with the tax people.
- Why is it Mr Crawford's got it in for me? - Has he?
I don't want to cause any trouble, but he's doing things he's got no right to do.
I thought you might have a word.
I can't tell a CID officer what to do, even if I wanted to.
Oh, come on. You know he'd listen to you. You know that.
- I'll tell you what you could do, Harry. - What's that?
Offer him a cheap flat in London.
Then he could sell his house in Chelmsford and make something on it.
I was only trying to be helpful, Mr Dixon.
Harry, I don't know if you're what you say you are,
or if you're the biggest villain in the Green,
but stop trying to give presents to coppers.
They think there's a reason.
I like to give people a helping hand. That's all. That's me. That's Harry.
Well, some of us don't need it, Harry!
There's some perfume on its way back to you from Sergeant Brewer.
All right, then. But don't say I didn't try and do it the easy way.
Your car's causing an obstruction. Mind moving it?
It'd be a pleasure. I'm having a round of golf with a mate of mine this evening, anyway.
- With you in a moment. I'll have a usual. - Righto.
Excuse me, sir. Aren't you Detective Chief Superintendent Barker?
- Yes. - Oh. I'm Harry Simpson.
I've applied for membership.
I just had a round with the chap who's putting me up.
Could I have a private word with you, sir? You're on the committee.
- I'm sorry, Mr... - Simpson.
I can't discuss membership applications with you.
No, it's not about that, sir. It's about one of your men. Sergeant Crawford.
- Oh? - Look, don't think I take this seriously,
cos I don't, but he's got it in for me. Lord knows why.
He's even got copies of my wedding photographs.
The thing is, have you got anything against me?
I wouldn't want to embarrass you, trying to join your golf club.
Should I withdraw my application?
Andy!
Yes, George?
The Chief Super's on the phone. Wants to see you at Division.
Another 30 seconds, I'd have left for the weekend.
Well, I've just told him you haven't.
Crawforcl!
- Sir. - I'll be with you in a moment.
- You wanted me, sir? - Yes.
Feel like a game of golf tomorrow morning? 10 o'clock, my club, suit you?
- Ah... well, I'd like to sir, but... - Good.
...but Mary, my wife, has a couple of old friends of hers in town from Australia.
They haven't seen one another for years. We're spending the weekend with them.
In that case, we'll just play the nine holes. 10 o'clock all right?
- Yes, sir. - Good.
Bad luck.
- Just in the rough. - Yep.
You've got your promotion board coming up soon.
- I hope you'll get it this time. - So do I.
You've been a Detective Sergeant for a long time now.
You're over there somewhere.
You do seem to have a knack of getting yourself into trouble.
Andy, this fella... Harry Simpson.
I'm still pretty much of a new boy in the Green. What have you got against him?
Nothing much, except that he ought to be inside.
I sent for his file. He's not been in trouble for 15 years.
All that means is we haven't nailed him. Harry Simpson's the worst kind of villain.
It's no crime to get married.
No, though I feel sorry for the girl.
Then why send for copies of the wedding photographs?
To check on Harry's friends.
There were three known to us that I'd love to get my hands on.
Three more against whom we can prove nothing.
Tell me about this man.
He's a property developer.
In a small way.
He buys up old houses and turns them into flats.
That's his cover.
Otherwise he's in on most things.
Long-term frauds, receiving, hijacking, protection.
Any kind of easy money, Harry's there.
But you never managed to get him into court?
Witnesses get bought off.
Or frightened off.
I assume you can't prove that either.
Harry is the most popular man in the Green.
Most people round here think the sun rises when Harry gets out of bed.
But a few could tell you a different story. Only, they won't.
Fear, beatings up, violence.
Hoh... Oh, not Harry.
He pays other people to do that.
That's what I've got against Harry Simpson. He buys and bullies immunity from the law.
His partner, Lenny Lane, disappeared before Harry went to Spain.
Do you think Harry had some connection with that?
Harry's supporting Mrs Lane. Paying her a pension, if you like.
But Harry does nothing that isn't for his own ends.
Congratulations. Your round.
Just as well we only played nine holes.
Mind you... I always get going in the second half.
Trouble is, you know,
you've put me in a very awkward position with Harry's application for membership.
That's all part of his respectable cover. A good golf club, mixing with the right people.
I can't oppose his application now, even if I wanted to.
His approach to me was perfectly straightforward and above board.
Brought your pressure on him to my notice.
- That's what he intended, sir. - Mm.
It wouldn't do you any harm to pull your horns in for a bit.
You missed your promotion before. I wouldn't like to see it happen again.
Warned off! That's what it amounts to.
Well, I know how you feel, Andy.
When a piece of dirt like Harry can get to the Chief Super...
If you could have given your governor anything except suspicion,
he'd have backed you all the way, and you know it.
Time and time again, I've had him as near as that.
I'm not sure about Harry myself.
I've come to the conclusion I don't much like the way he goes about things,
but what does that mean in a court of law?
It's not worth taking chances at this stage of the game.
That's all the Chief Super was saying.
Which is just what Harry wanted.
He'll be laughing his head off.
So the old lady said, "I thought we were past that. "
Do you get it?
There was this fella. He was lecturing on "Love In The '70s".
And the old lady said,
Never mind, Bern. He's got no sense of humour.
All right. Anyway, I'd get you another drink but I know you've got things to do. Come on.
Goodbye, Mrs Simpson. - Goodbye.
You reckon we'll complete that job all right?
- It's well underway. - Good. I'll leave it to you, Bernie. See you.
Bernie never could understand a joke.
- Harry, I'm sorry. I've tried to like him but I can't. - Bernie? He's all right.
- There's something about him. - Listen.
I don't want to be bothered with business details
cos I want to spend my time with you, right?
Sol need people like Bernie. Bernie just does what he's told. Right?
They should be pulling in at the next transport caff.
Good.
I'll go first. I'll be about half an hour.
- You look after the wagon. - OK.
OK.
- Hello, Stan. How are you? - Hello, Ted.
- Just off? - No, I've got steak and chips coming up.
I just left my fags in the cab.
See you, then.
Hey!
Emergency. Which service do you require?
Get me the police. Quick.
- You all right, mate? - Yeah.
They threatened me, tied me up and dumped me out here.
I didn't see what they looked like.
There was a fella there in a car. He might have seen them.
I got his number.
I wrote it down somewhere.
Oscar Delta 1, a message for you.
Report from Oscar Delta 3. Lorry answering the description given
was seen approaching the junction of Pendle Street and Dock Lane
at 1315 hours.
Could be making for wasteland.
Found half an hour ago.
What was on board?
High-value load. That's why there were two of us.
£20,000 worth of cosmetics.
Andy.
Tyre marks here. Could have belonged to the switch vehicle.
Go and check with CO again. Thanks, Johnny.
I'll talk with you two again in a minute.
- I'll just get onto the CO, George. - Right.
Whole thing smells of a setup to me.
One of them involved?
Edwards, the driver's mate, probably.
What's it worth - 500 quid -
to tip someone off where they'd be stopping?
Then let himself get tied up.
The driver got the number of a car which could have been involved.
He didn't realise that and mentioned it too late.
Andy. They've just traced that car.
- Abandoned? - No, it was a straight car.
Rented from a car hire firm.
Yes, the same man brought the car back.
- What did he look like? - Oh, about 30 or so. Dark.
- Your height. - Mm-hm.
Maybe a bit less.
We see so many people in here.
And the driving license recorded here belonged to the man who hired the car?
Yes, a Mr Barnet.
- All right. Thank you very much. - You're welcome.
If this is the Frederick Barnet I know, he's more than 30.
No. No.
- You hired a car, Freddie. - That was used in a hijacking.
- I didn't hire no car. - But your license was used.
- Oh, yeah, I lost it. - Don't give me that.
I reported it...
I wrote to 'em.
Look. I've even got a copy of the letter.
So what did they want? A clean license to hire a car?
How much did they pay you? 40 quid? 50?
- It wasn't like that. - Who was it? That's what we want to know.
Mr Crawford, I keep telling you, I lost it.
Someone must have found it and used it.
Well, that's it. That's what we're trying to find out.
That's right. Who might have found it. That's all.
I don't want a statement or you to stand up in court.
I just want a name.
It's a guessing game, Freddie,
but if you don't play, I can make trouble for you and I will.
I don't know. It could've been anybody.
Bernie was around.
He might have picked it up.
Bernie Moss? But he works for someone, Freddie.
So who told Bernie what to do?
He might have said something about a... favour. For Harry.
Right, Freddie. Right.
That's all we want to know.
- Hello, Bernie. Come on in. - Not inside.
- What's wrong? - The law are at my place, asking questions.
I got the word and gave them the slip. There's only one way they could have known.
- Freddie? - They must have got him through the car.
- What about the stuff? - That's all right.
All is arranged.
How come they spotted the car? We went to a lot of trouble so it couldn't be connected.
It's bad luck, Harry, that's all.
The driver came out of the caff again.
But I reckon we're OK.
Except for Freddie. I don't knew how much he's said.
He shouldn't have said anything, Bernie.
He should've known better.
Maybe you'd better encourage him to change his tune.
All right. Now, come on, now. Come on. Off.
Move off, please, there's nothing more to be seen.
It's not a pretty sight. Come on.
All right.
OK.
It's Freddie Barnet.
All right. There's no more to be seen. Please. On your way.
And)'
...see his wrist there? He must have been tied up.
OK.
Freddie?
Freddie.
Freddie!
What happened?
I got knocked down.
Come on, Freddie. Who did it?
Hit and run. Didn't see who it was.
Help me, Freddie. We can get them if you help me.
Made a mistake.
Bernie couldn't have had that license.
Wasn't nowhere around.
Nothing to do with Harry either.
Nothing to do with Harry.
Oscar Delta to Oscar 1-1.
Oscar 1-1 to Oscar Delta. Go ahead. Over.
- Hey, George. - What's up, Mike?
I'm gonna pick Andy up at the hospital. A report's just come in on Lenny Lane.
Hey. You'll wear yourselves out doing that.
They're gone.
You go with him and check in, darling. I'll park the car.
Don't bother. You can put that luggage back again.
Oi! Hold it.
What is this?
- Mike. - Police. Put it back.
What's happening?
- Harry, what do they want? - Just a minute, love.
Let's get this straight. I'm going on a delayed honeymoon with my wife.
Are you arresting me? What's the charge?
No charge. We're making enquiries. I'd like you to assist us.
Certainly - in a month's time, when I get back.
It won't wait.
I want you to accompany me now.
I'm a law-abiding citizen. I've got rights.
If you stop me now, you won't just lose your promotion,
I'll have you back pounding the beat.
A body was washed up on the Essex coast. He's been identified. Lenny Lane.
Lenny?
Yeah.
He's dead?
Yer?
I'm sorry about that. Poor old Lenny.
Anyhow, my wife comes first and I promised her.
He'd been shot. The bullet's gone to Ballistics.
It's a murder case, Harry.
I've got a warrant to search your flat. You'll want to be present.
I didn't think you could get a search warrant for a murder investigation.
You're right, Harry. You've done your homework, as always.
But this isn't concerned with Lenny's murder.
It's concerned with cosmetics stolen by hijacking.
You drive back to your flat, Harry.
We'll follow.
I'll do it if you don't mind, Mrs Simpson.
Do you want this unlocked, Mr Crawford?
Yes.
Oh, God!
What right do you have to do this? Do you think you can do just what you like?
- Leave it, love. - No. I want to know.
By what right?
The magistrate felt there were sufficient grounds to authorise a search warrant.
Grounds? What grounds?
Because you said so, that's all.
What lies were told?
No lies, Mrs Simpson. Reasonable suspicion.
But who's to say what's reasonable and what isn't, except you?
I used to think the police were fair but...
Harry tried to warn me but I wouldn't believe him.
Forget it. They're not worth it.
I'm going to ring my father. He'll know what to do.
Don't worry. I know what to do.
I'll ring my solicitor as soon as they're finished.
All right. Are you finished?
Yep.
There's quite a crowd outside.
I wouldn't want them to do something like letting your tyres down.
All right. Nothing's happening.
Come on. There's nothing to see.
Come on, please. All right, come on.
Let's keep the landing clear, shall we?
That's better. All right. And stay clear!
- Let's have a drink, eh? - A drink?
- Give them nothing. Get them out of here. - Oh, no, there are things to be said.
They know it. I know it.
Go and see if they've left the bedroom tidy. Go on.
Well, I can't leave it, Mr Crawford. I've got to protect my good name.
I'll have to get my lawyer onto it. Sorry, but there it is.
UP YO you.
What did you think I'd done? Shot Lenny and hidden the gun in a drawer?
- Did you shoot him? - Oh, come on.
Lenny's my friend. Cheers.
Sit down, please. Sorry to have dragged you into this, Mr Brewer.
I'll survive.
There's only so much a copper can do. I mean, there are limits.
I've got to put you on the carpet,
otherwise some people might wonder why I didn't.
Oh... wish I could suggest a deal.
But I can't. I mean, too many people know about it.
I'll fetch a table from the kitchen.
- This'll do. - No, it won't take a minute.
What's wrong with the stool, Harry?
A key.
A key to what, I wonder?
A safe deposit box, by the look of it.
Now, what would you keep in a safe deposit box, Harry?
Let's go and find out, shall we?
- What is it? - You stay here, love.
- Harry, tell me. - Stay here.
Do as I ask, my love.
You stay here.
Thank you.
OK, George.
Very pretty.
Very unusual.
Couldn't you bear to part with it?
The bullet which killed Lenny Lane came from a gun of this calibre.
Harold Simpson, it's my duty to warn you
you're not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so.
All right, I know the spiel. I'm not saying anything until I see my solicitor.
Ballistics established that a bullet from that gun had killed Lenny Lane.
The only fingerprints on the gun belonged to Harry.
Once he was arrested,
people who were frightened of him - like Freddie Barnet - began to talk.
Harry was convicted of murder and sentenced to life imprisonment.
His wife, Marion, still won't believe in his guilt and says she'll wait for him.
None of his friends believe he's guilty either. "Harry is one of the best. "
That's what they still say.
Good night, all.