Death Line (1972) Movie Script
- You filthy...
- Little flirt.
- Uh-uh. How much?
- Piss off!
How much?
Look, darling, god knows
if you're worth it.
But fortunately,
i can afford to find out.
Uh-uh. Payment
on delivery, my darling.
Of course it is.
Mind the doors.
I hope
it is worth it.
Alex, help him.
Leave him alone,
he's a drunk.
Patricia, what the hell
do you think you're doing?
- Come on.
- He might be a diabetic.
See if there's a card
in his wallet.
"This card entitles
James manfred obe,
to entry and one free drink
at any of the 100 clubs
listed on the back."
No diabetic, Patricia.
A drunk, but a titled one.
Come on.
No, I don't smell any drink.
He's sick. He may have
had a heart attack.
We'll tell somebody
he's here.
We can't just leave him.
Patricia, in New York,
you walk over these guys.
We're not in New York.
All right,
you stay with him,
I'll go on upstairs
to get help.
No, I'll come.
Tickets, please.
Look, I'm sure he
was just a drunk.
Alex, please tell him,
or I will.
I don't want to get
involved, Patricia.
- He might be dying. Tell him.
- All right.
Excuse me.
There's a man collapsed
down on the platform.
Can you call an ambulance?
Please hurry,
he's unconscious.
Well, I couldn't use
the phone, sir.
I mean, to do that, I'd have
to stop the lift, you see.
There's a point outside,
you see.
I got to get out
and plug it in there.
Then you can use the phone.
I think on the whole it's best
to wait till we get up there.
Then we can all
go down again.
It's the only thing to do
under the circumstances,
quite honestly.
Excuse me, sir.
Wait, constable,
just a minute.
Yes, sir. What seems
to be the trouble?
Alex, tell him.
Officer, there's a sick man
down on the platform,
probably just a drunk.
He's not drunk,
he's unconscious.
Oh, she thinks he's dying.
Perhaps we'd better
take a look.
Oh, yeah.
- Where is this man exactly?
- On the staircase.
The bottom or the top
of the staircase?
The bottom.
"The bottom"?
Where is he? Along here?
Probably just a waste
of your time, constable.
I'm sure he's just
a drunk sleeping it off.
It's alright, sir. It's always
best to make sure.
Better safe
than sorry.
Yeah, I suppose so.
Alex?
Alex.
Wake up.
Wake up, Alex.
I can't wake up.
I can't sleep.
I hadn't noticed.
I keep thinking about him.
Do you think he's all right?
Of course he's all right.
It's horrible.
We saw a sick man
on the subway.
Tried to help him.
What else could we do?
Worry.
Come in here, Romeo.
Morning, sir.
What have our villains
been up to during the night?
Nothing much.
Saving themselves up
for a rainy day, are they?
- Usual crop of petty larceny.
- Nothing else?
Attempted smash and grab
in bond street.
A taxi driver thumped
a passenger.
- Provocation?
- Right, sir.
- Marshall.
- Coming, sir.
Go on, Rogers.
There's a report of
a funny incident
at Russell square
tube station.
- Yes, sir?
- Tea!
Oh, sorry, sir. I had to get
some more tea bags.
"Tea bags"? You've
been using tea bags?
They're standard issue
now, sir.
Ah! And I've been
blaming the Indians.
Do you still
want some, sir?
- Yes. Of course I want some.
- Very good, sir.
- What's funny about it?
- What, sir?
Russell square tube station.
Two students.
An American, Alex Campbell,
and a girl, Patricia Wilson,
called a constable,
and reported a man unconscious
on the platform.
When they got down there,
the man had gone.
Probably he fainted, came
round and got the next train.
Could be, sir,
but the last train had gone.
They came in on it. And they
said the man was dying.
- Tea bags?
- Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.
Fancy her?
- Dying?
- So they said, sir.
Theyidenfified
the man as well.
James manfred, obe.
James manfred.
That rings a bell.
He's some big shit... shot,
at the ministry of defense,
or the home office,
or something.
No, it doesn't make sense.
What would a geezer
like manfred be doing...
In public transport?
Still, we'd better
check up and see.
Have we got an address
for the others?
Wilson gambit.
Yes, sir, same address.
That's handy. Hop around there
and see if he's a nutter.
Okay, sir.
- Russell square tube station?
- What? Yes, sir.
Panovsky.
- Sir?
- Panovsky.
Sauerkraut panovsky.
Sir?
Panovsky or something.
A grocer from kilburn.
Look him up.
- Missing person, sir?
- No, who's who, twit.
A grocer from kilburn
is automatically
a missing person.
Sometimes I think coppers
should be like elephants,
big feet and long memories.
Sir.
Or is it long feet and big...
"Jerzy panovsky.
Last known whereabouts,
Russell square tube station.
Reported missing,
December the 10th."
There's a note to refer
to Cohen, Bernard.
December the 10th?
That's just over a month ago.
"Bernard Cohen. Reported
missing April 24th.
Last known whereabouts,
Russell square tube station."
Get on to records.
See out what you can dig up
about James manfred
ob bloody e.
He's had top
security screening,
so there's probably not very
much we're allowed to know.
But see what
you can find out.
Well, you know, sir.
There's no crime
been committed.
Find out what you can
about James manfred obe.
And get him
on the blower for me.
No crime has been committed.
It's not really our case.
If this guy's so important,
we should get on to ml5.
Let them take care of it.
First let's find out if
manfred's missing, shall we?
Yes, sir, that's probably
a very good idea.
Calhoun.
What? Manfred?
Took long enough, didn't it?
Put him on.
James manfred, please.
What? Oh, you're his
secretary, are you?
Oh, yes.
James never stops
going on about you.
What? When do you
expect him back?
Oh.
Missed the morning meeting
with the minister, did he?
Naughty.
Naughty boy. That doesn't
sound like James at all.
What?
Tell him Princess Anne.
-"Princess Anne"?
- Piss off!
- Go bring in those students.
- Right, sir.
Marshall, where's
my football coupon?
Alex Campbell?
- Yeah, top floor.
- Thank you.
Might you be
Mr. Alex Campbell, sir?
- Yes, I am.
- Detective sergeant Rogers.
I wonder if you'd mind
coming along
to the station
for a few moments?
What station? What for?
An incident
at Russell square.
The holborn police station.
Oh. You mean last night?
The drunk?
Yes, the drunk, sir.
Would miss Patricia Wilson
be about just now?
She had an early lecture.
Mmm.
But she does normally
reside here?
From time to time.
Yes, if you don't mind, sir.
Why do I have to go all
the way down to the station?
Can't you just ask me
what you need to know here?
Well, myself
i wouldn't mind, sir.
It would save
me a trip, too.
But the inspector
would appreciate it.
All right.
Is that all?
Yes, sir.
You mean to say you
didn't even go down there
to have a look around?
Well, sir, I thought he
was just a troublemaker,
especially when he was
so reluctant to help us.
Anyway...
What?
Sergeant Rogers is here
with Mr. Campbell, sir.
Okay. Wheel him in.
Rogers, keep your hands
off the policewomen.
Flaugh$]
This way, Mr. Campbell.
Go and arrest
somebody, Rogers.
Well, Mr. Campbell.
Quite an adventure
you had last night.
"Adventure"?
Not everyone finds
an unconscious man
on the platform
of an underground station.
In New York, inspector,
we call it a holiday
when you don't.
Flaugh$]
So I've heard.
But you lost this one.
I didn't lose him, inspector.
He just wasn't there
when we went back
with the policeman.
Was he there the first time?
Inspector, I wasn't
drunk, he was.
I told the constable that.
You didn't tell constable Pierce
more than that?
No.
Didn't you tell him
the man was dying?
I said my girlfriend
thought he was.
Oh, yes, miss Wilson,
who resides with you
from time to time.
We live together.
Very nice, too. What made
her think the man was dying?
The way he looked, I suppose.
Pale, frightened.
- But you thought he was drunk?
- Yes.
- You're some sort of student, are you?
- Yeah.
Student of what?
Economics.
International economics.
Do you think we shall profit
from the common market?
My only dispute would be
the ten-mile limit on fishing.
- Where did you meet him?
- Who?
Manfred. You knew him
well, didn't you?
I never met him.
But you told
constable Pierce,
that his name
was James manfred obe.
Yes, I did.
He had his name tattooed
on his forehead, did he?
- I saw his card, his club card.
- Oh, he gave it to you?
- It was in his wallet.
- Oh.
He was holding it out
when he fell down.
Ah. Bequeathing it, was he?
What do you want, inspector?
Could it be, Mr. Campbell,
that you was having a quick
shufti through his pockets,
to see if there was anything
worth lifting?
Patricia thought
he was a diabetic.
- They carry cards, you know.
- I have heard.
He was a drunk.
I looked at his card,
I put it back in his wallet.
- You can look--
- in his pocket?
We could do, if we knew
where to find Mr. manfred,
couldn't we?
But he sort of picked up his
bed and walked, didn't he?
Patricia saw me
put the wallet back.
Why don't you ask her?
As a matter of fact,
Mr. Campbell,
that is precisely what we
are doing at the moment.
- Rogers.
- Yes, sir.
How are you getting
on with miss Wilson?
All straightforward, sir.
She confirms
constable Pierce's report.
I thought she would.
Well, that's about it,
isn't it?
Next time you find
an unconscious obe,
give us a whistle, will you?
Try not to lose him this time.
Am I free to go?
You haven't been arrested
or charged, have you?
You've been free
to go all the time.
You've been assisting
the police in their inquiries,
as we say here.
You accused me
of being a thief.
Why don't you hurry
back to your school,
Mr. Campbell, there might be
a protest march
for you to join.
Get your hair cut.
Marshall.
A quick cuppa.
I need watering.
Just put it down
on the desk, Marshall.
- It's me, sir.
- Oh.
Get anything
out of the bird?
She was telling
the truth, I think.
So was he.
Give me a good liar any time,
more to work on.
Is it that important?
A missing person,
not even confirmed yet.
It's been confirmed.
Manfred isn't just
a member of the public
to be shoved away
in a file somewhere.
He's a geezer
with a lot of stick,
and a lot of top-secret
information in his head.
All the more reason
it should be an mi5 affair.
Ml5 my arse.
Rogers, this is my manor,
don't you forget it.
Yes, sir.
- So we'd better do something quick.
- Right.
And the first thing we're
gonna do is get some tea.
Marshall!
Alex, you don't
understand anything.
Will you knock
it off, Patricia?
Will you get
my things, please?
You're taking it all
too seriously.
And my shampoo.
I only bought it yesterday.
Pat, what's really
bothering you?
Your whole attitude.
I'm cold, callous, unfeeling.
I've never met anyone
who could treat a dying man
as though he was a bundle
of old clothes,
and I can't live
with anyone who does.
My shampoo, please.
Pat, we tried to help.
What happened?
We're talking to the police,
suddenly we're suspects.
Alex, it was our duty.
At holborn?
That wasn't the name
of the station.
There used to be one
at British museum,
but that closed down
when London transport
bought up the small companies.
Were they connected?
Holborn and British museum?
I wouldn't be surprised.
It's like a rabbit
Warren down there.
There we are. Museum.
Right between them.
Now the old city
and south London company,
were tunneling down
there... in 1892,
when a whole section
of the roof collapsed,
burying a number of men.
- Eight of them, and four women.
- Women?
Yes, they used to work alongside the men
in those days.
The men dug and the women...
Hauled the dirt up
to the surface.
Just like in the coal mines.
Get on with it, Richardson.
Well, interestingly enough,
there was quite a scandal
attached to it,
because the company involved
went bankrupt.
And they couldn't afford
to dig the bodies out.
So they abandoned them,
and abandoned the whole line.
There were some old tunnelers
who believed that
there were air pockets there,
and they could have
survived for some time.
But the company
refused to listen.
How could they survive
without food?
There's plenty of water,
and food, because I should
imagine as each one died,
the others ate him.
Mind the doors.
Not a bad drum.
Mmm-hmm.
Do themselves all right, these
civil servants, don't they?
Anything worth nicking?
What about this one?
Seventeenth-century Spanish,
I'd say.
Oh, would you?
How much is it worth?
If it is original,
about five grand.
Five...
This geezer manfred seems
to have a lot of money
to throw away on old junk.
I wouldn't exactly
call it junk.
I don't care if it's the
Mona bloody Lisa, Rogers.
It's the money
I'm thinking of.
Suspicious bastard.
Where did he get it?
Maybe inherited it,
or somebody left it to him.
Maybe he got it
from flogging state secrets.
Monkey nuts.
Do you know this geezer
owes his tailor
six hundred and twenty
pounds?
I've never paid more
than 20 nicker for a suit
in my life.
Some would say you've
been robbed, inspector.
Hmm. Very funny.
Oh.
Not while I'm on duty, sir.
Pompous ponce.
- What are you doing over there?
- What?
Do you expect to find manfred
pressed between the pages
of a book?
It's not a bloody public
library, you know.
Hey...
Some of these books
are false.
Hello.
I think we're getting
somewhere.
Anything on TV?
The bedroom.
Home movies, eh?
Very tasty.
And you'd certainly
enjoy looking at them,
wouldn't you, Calhoun?
I might have known
you'd turn up.
Just about time, I'd say.
The chief superintendent
doesn't approve
of extra-mural perversions.
How does the minister
feel about it?
All this is unfortunate,
most unfortunate.
You're a master
of the understatement.
And you, are a master
of the overstatement.
I think it's time you
were on your way, inspector.
This is my manor,
and the villains
in it are mine.
Well, you're welcome
to them, old thing.
So why don't you just run
along and arrest a few?
Missing persons
are my concern, too.
Yes,
missing dentists,
missing greengrocers.
But this particular
missing person,
as far as you're concerned,
inspector,
is no longer missing.
I don't see him
around anywhere.
Do you?
What a droll fellow you are.
The manfred case is closed.
It was never opened. Clear?
If someone is reported
missing, in my manor,
that's my business.
Your dainty little footsteps
are echoing in places,
where one is well advised
to tread lightly.
Are you threatening me?
You're very perceptive.
Fuck you.
Beyond even your well-known,
working-class virility.
Why don't you go back
to planting pot on people?
And mind you, don't become
a missing person yourself.
Bye-bye.
Don't forget to close
the door on your way out.
Ml5?
No, sergeant,
he's a traffic warden.
Huh?
Hmm.
Yeah, you can
say that again.
I'm going to change
a fuse. All right?
All right. Right-o.
What did you do
on your day off, man?
Yesterday, let me see.
Got up at 11 o'clock,
had a nice lay in.
Got up at 11 o'clock,
ham and eggs for breakfast.
In the afternoon
i went to the pictures,
in the evening
i saw that bird.
What a performer, I tell you.
- Loved that.
- Yeah?
Aye.
What's the matter, Terry?
Would you...
What?
Who the hell do
you think it is?
Oh, shit.
Do you know...
What time it is?
What?
No. You were quite right
to call. Send a motor round.
Judging from the wounds,
death was definitely...
Better save it
for the inspector.
He should be here quite soon.
Crap it is.
-Oye.
-Huh?
I'd like to have a peek.
Helps to settle
the cornflakes.
Good morning, sir.
It's... getting
to be an interesting place.
- Where?
- Russell square underground.
Both men were well nourished.
All the wounds are fresh.
- How fresh?
- Not more than three or four hours.
The other man they
were working with is missing.
- Yes. Him I want to see.
- What for?
The strength he's got.
See this.
Right through,
in and out the other side.
And you saw
what that did.
I don't think I want
to meet him.
We'll leave him to Rogers.
You'll find him for us,
won't you, sergeant?
- Shouldn't be too difficult.
- Good. Anything else?
The usual extensive bruising
on the arms and upper body.
Deep abrasions
across the face.
Broken ribs on one.
Cracked vertebrae on another.
Couple of fractures.
- They fought hard.
- Not hard enough.
Harold?
When do you expect
some lab results?
- I should have something for you this evening.
- Excuse me, sir.
That's a stroke
of luck, isn't it?
Why's that, sir?
Murder is police business.
And murder, where
James manfred obe
went missing,
is definitely my business,
wouldn't you say?
Come on.
- What time is it, babe?
-9:00.
Christ. I've got a class
in 15 minutes.
Don't you want
any breakfast?
No, I've got to meet Bob
at the bookshop this afternoon
to give him a hand.
Why don't you come
by after classes?
- Oh, you know what I want?
- What?
There's a book by William frost
on poltergeists.
I'll ask him.
Maybe we can catch some dinner
at the cafe and a film. Hmm?
Great.
- Bye.
-"Bye."
Bye.
- Can I help you?
- I'm just browsing.
Uh, Mr. Campbell,
do you happen to have
a copy of the kamasutra?
- Just in paperback.
-L'll take it.
The inspector would like you
to answer a few more questions.
I'm working.
May I borrow your
assistant for a while?
Dick Tracy wants
to see me again.
How are you doing, Dracula?
Inspector.
You know, of course,
there were four men down there?
"Four"?
"Four men"?
The two victims.
Yeah. And the suspect,
McDonald. We're after him.
- This one?
- Yeah.
And him.
Who is that?
Search me.
Different blood group?
Different blood.
This film shows that he's got
megaloblastic anemia.
There are no platelets,
and a total vitamin deficiency.
That means he's got
acute thrombocytopenia.
Sounds poorly.
Well, keep me informed.
- Mr. Campbell's in, sir.
- Oh.
Hello. Mr. Campbell.
Nice of you to come
along so promptly.
Now, I want you to take a look
at these photographs.
Is the man you saw
on the platform
at Russell square tube station
in any of these?
- Like a cup of tea?
- Yeah.
- That one.
- Where? Yeah.
And there.
Yeah.
And there.
Good. Are you sure he
was alive when you left him?
How many times--
are you absolutely certain he
didn't come up after you?
- Yes.
- You mean he did?
He did not.
Did you see anyone
else down there?
No.
I should think eight miles
would be sufficient.
- What?
- The fishing limits.
Thanks for coming along.
That's all?
Have you got something
else to tell me?
Well, I hope he'll
be back soon.
But you can never tell
with the police.
You couldn't you give him
a message, could you?
Tell him I'll meet him at the restaurant.
He knows which one.
That's cool.
Everything okay
with you and Alex?
Yeah. Why?
- Just wondered.
- Bye.
Want to see
the French connection?
No, it's too violent.
Would you like a cup
of coffee, sir?
Please.
- Fine.
- Thank you.
If manfred were really
so important,
why isn't there something
in the papers?
Maybe they put
a d notice on it.
What's that?
If the government wants
to suppress something,
they ask the press not
to publish it. It's a d notice.
Shades of home.
Alex, it's very strange.
You find something
in that book on poltergeists?
Firstly,
if he was so important,
why was he on the tube?
He would have had
a rolls and a chauffeur.
And if it was a heart attack,
why wasn't it in the papers?
I'd rather talk
about poltergeists.
Haven't you got any ideas?
Well, if this was Chicago,
they'd probably be
dragging the river,
for some... man
with a concrete bowler hat.
- Thank you.
- Perhaps he was a spy
and the opposition
caught up with him.
He'd seen something
pretty awful.
I think we were lucky.
Why?
Whatever he saw,
was probably watching us.
What movie would
you like to see?
- Speak.
- Inspector Calhoun?
No, it's a man
called ironside.
Evening, inspector.
Bacon here.
That, uh, that blood.
I've isolated the organism,
and checked it with
the medical research boys.
Yeah?
It's a form
of pasteurella pestis.
Oh, I thought it might be.
That's plague.
In this case,
septicemic plague.
Sweet Jesus!
It's not as bad
as it sounds.
The occasional rat gets
into the country from a ship,
and the rat carries
the organism,
but the other rats,
the ones you normally find
in the sewers, kill it off.
That's the end of it.
What about the man
who's got it?
Can he, uh, pass it on
to anyone else?
No, no, he's harmless,
poor devil.
So lavatory seats down
in the tube are still safe?
Probably.
I think he'd have to bite you.
Charming.
Let's hope he hasn't got
a touch of rabies as well.
Say, you sound a bit strained.
Why don't you go home
and get some sleep?
Good night.
Bloody idiot.
"Get some sleep"!
You still here, sir?
Have you ever had
pasturea pelvis?
Who?
Septicemic bloody plague.
Come on, let's get
a couple of pints of beer.
All right.
Oh, we should have
gone to the cinema.
Your idea.
At least it was cheap.
Come on, we'll
miss the last tube.
Come on. I'll protect you.
If you want, we can get
off at holborn instead
and walk the rest of the way.
- Okay?
- Okay.
As I see it, James manfred--
give over about manfred.
I'm stuffed up
to the gills with him.
- I appreciate that--
- wake up, sergeant, open your mouth.
Now perhaps you'll shut up.
How much do you pick up
in a week? 30 quid?
- Mmm-hmm.
- Hear that, Jimmy?
Thirty quid a week,
12-hour day, six-day week.
That's about...
Eight and a tenner an hour,
old money.
The way he's carrying on,
he'll make it four and three.
Let's get pissed.
Jimmy, scotch, doubles.
The night before
Maggie died...
Mmm-hmm.
The coast is clear.
Think so?
Ow!
You should always
guard your rear.
- My books!
-L'll get them.
Mind the doors.
Alex!
Flaugh$]
See you at home.
I got it. I got it.
Out of it, out of it.
Oh, yeah.
- Oh, that was short.
- Who are you?
Hey, do you know this fella?
I've never seen him
before in my life.
What's the matter with you?
Now, come on. We're closed,
everybody's gone.
I'll handle this.
What about another
large scotch?
He's a very
important gentleman.
Excuse me, sir.
Now, inspector, you don't
want me to lose my license?
I don't give a bugger
whether you lose your license.
Are you aware
that it is an offense
to sell
alcoholic beverages,
on licensed premises
after proper drinking hours?
I am aware.
Allowing ten minutes
for drinking up time.
And you've more than gone
over that already.
I could have you now.
Look, you could...
You could be assisting
us in our inquiries.
Actually, it's not the first time it's been done
over a glass of scotch.
Now, come. Come on.
- I'll cover up for you.
- No, no.
- You carry on with the game
while I deal with this.
- Certainly.
Because I could quite easily
have you down
for six months for this.
You know that, don't you?
By the powers invested
in me by virtue...
- The queen.
- God bless her. God bless her.
The queen's royal bureau.
Hey, wait. The queen,
god bless her.
Indeed, god bless her.
Don't you smile when
you say that, either.
Are you aware
that her gracious majesty
is over there,
overseas
in the far-flung empire,
helping to keep the world
safe and alive,
slogging her pretty
little guts out,
so as you can live
in a democracy?
Look at this place.
A knocking shop, isn't it?
Now, come on, all of you...
- Where did you get that coat?
- Off the chair.
Do you realize that
is stealing by finding?
Any rough stuff,
leave him to me.
What do you understand
about stealing by finding?
Sergeant, we could have him
a year for that.
Unless you've got a record,
then that's six years.
Listen, are you quite sure
about the scotch?
You know, just... what?
Have you ever been...
Have you seen dartmoor?
You want to see dartmoor
from the inside?
There you go then.
Hey, what time do you
open up in the morning?
Come on.
Pat?
Is anybody there?
Is anybody there?
Hey, what's all that about?
Oh, look, officer, I can
explain. There might be--
you'll have to, son. Now,
come on, what's the matter?
Look, there might be somebody
trapped down there.
Somebody might
not be, too.
Now, what are you
making all this fuss about?
There is somebody.
Ls anybody there?
Calm down. Calm down.
Take it easy.
- Stay out of my way.
- Come on, don't start.
- Hey.
- Look, officer.
Come along.
Look, look.
I can explain.
Officer, just give me
a chance to explain.
We'll go down to the station
to sort this out.
Come on now, take it easy.
Good morning, sir.
Inspector.
Please, Mr. Campbell,
will you let me finish
reading the report?
- Anything else, sir?
- Beards!
You've got to find her.
This isn't a lost
property office.
- What are you going to do?
- Don't know.
Breaking and entering
public premises.
That's a very serious offense.
- Christ!
- Please don't shout.
Mr. Campbell, not today.
Sit down.
Sit down.
Thank you.
Look, I know
she's in trouble.
Why do you think
she's in trouble?
Did you two have
a fight last night?
No, we...
She left her books--
I am reading the report,
Mr. Campbell.
Unless you've something to add,
I suggest you go home and
leave us to get on with it.
Where the hell is Rogers?
No, never mind.
You gone drag, Rogers?
Where did you get that?
A cleaner found it
in holborn station.
That's Patricia's.
She was there.
I never doubted
it for one moment.
Then do something.
I can't do anything
with you shouting all the time.
Be a good lad and go home.
We'll call you if we need you.
- Inspector, Patricia--
- hop it.
Now!
Please, Mr. Campbell.
- There's blood inside it, sir.
- What?
There's blood inside the bag.
Oh.
Get that down to bacon
right away.
On it, sir.
Richardson.
Put me on to Mr. Richardson,
London transport, cid.
Mind the doors.
It can't be that bad, son.
Look, you can't
solve your problems
by giving them
to other people.
You are hopeless,
you youngsters.
We've got schedules
to keep up.
People go and Chuck themselves
on the tracks,
holds up the line for hours.
Is there any way out of here
except up those stairs?
It's drugs, isn't it?
I had a nephew--
ls there?
You tell me!
I've been on this job
since the beginning, 40 years.
- Tell me!
-L'll tell you what.
What I said is it's like
a rabbit Warren down there.
Tell me!
No.
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors.
Manfred.
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
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mind the doors.
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors!
Pat?
Pat?
Alex!
Patricia, is that you?
Alex!
Pat!
Pat, are you all right?
Leave him!
Mind the doors...
Come on, let's go.
Who's there?
Good god! What is it?
What the hell's
going on here?
Come on, what is it?
Inspector.
Manfred?
- Where?
- Down there.
You stay here.
Two of you, officers, stay
with this lady and gentleman.
The rest of you,
come with me.
Don't worry, ma'am.
Ugh! This place stinks.
It's not surprising really,
when you consider it's been
abandoned since 1892.
Richardson, what
was this place?
Well, if it hadn't been
for the cave-in,
it would have been a station.
But at the time, it was a...
Storage area and work base.
And they just left
it like this?
Well, there was no money.
- Don't you remember,
i told you the story--
- yes. Come on.
People were trapped
in the cave,
the company
went bankrupt...
Good lord!
Oh, my god.
All these generations
have survived.
This one's alive.
Inspector.
Norton, keep an eye
on things.
In here, sir.
- Manfred?
- Yes, sir.
Let's get to a radio phone.
I want everyone down here.
Photographers, the medical
boys, bacon, everyone.
You look after it.
Keep the press out.
What about mi5, sir?
Oh, yes, inform them.
James manfred...
Obe.
What a way to die.
I think he's dead, sir.
What a way to live.
You stay here.
All of you, stay here.
Get those kids out of here.
Oh, yes, sir.
Right, sir.
Come on, you two.
Let's go.
Mind the doors!
- Little flirt.
- Uh-uh. How much?
- Piss off!
How much?
Look, darling, god knows
if you're worth it.
But fortunately,
i can afford to find out.
Uh-uh. Payment
on delivery, my darling.
Of course it is.
Mind the doors.
I hope
it is worth it.
Alex, help him.
Leave him alone,
he's a drunk.
Patricia, what the hell
do you think you're doing?
- Come on.
- He might be a diabetic.
See if there's a card
in his wallet.
"This card entitles
James manfred obe,
to entry and one free drink
at any of the 100 clubs
listed on the back."
No diabetic, Patricia.
A drunk, but a titled one.
Come on.
No, I don't smell any drink.
He's sick. He may have
had a heart attack.
We'll tell somebody
he's here.
We can't just leave him.
Patricia, in New York,
you walk over these guys.
We're not in New York.
All right,
you stay with him,
I'll go on upstairs
to get help.
No, I'll come.
Tickets, please.
Look, I'm sure he
was just a drunk.
Alex, please tell him,
or I will.
I don't want to get
involved, Patricia.
- He might be dying. Tell him.
- All right.
Excuse me.
There's a man collapsed
down on the platform.
Can you call an ambulance?
Please hurry,
he's unconscious.
Well, I couldn't use
the phone, sir.
I mean, to do that, I'd have
to stop the lift, you see.
There's a point outside,
you see.
I got to get out
and plug it in there.
Then you can use the phone.
I think on the whole it's best
to wait till we get up there.
Then we can all
go down again.
It's the only thing to do
under the circumstances,
quite honestly.
Excuse me, sir.
Wait, constable,
just a minute.
Yes, sir. What seems
to be the trouble?
Alex, tell him.
Officer, there's a sick man
down on the platform,
probably just a drunk.
He's not drunk,
he's unconscious.
Oh, she thinks he's dying.
Perhaps we'd better
take a look.
Oh, yeah.
- Where is this man exactly?
- On the staircase.
The bottom or the top
of the staircase?
The bottom.
"The bottom"?
Where is he? Along here?
Probably just a waste
of your time, constable.
I'm sure he's just
a drunk sleeping it off.
It's alright, sir. It's always
best to make sure.
Better safe
than sorry.
Yeah, I suppose so.
Alex?
Alex.
Wake up.
Wake up, Alex.
I can't wake up.
I can't sleep.
I hadn't noticed.
I keep thinking about him.
Do you think he's all right?
Of course he's all right.
It's horrible.
We saw a sick man
on the subway.
Tried to help him.
What else could we do?
Worry.
Come in here, Romeo.
Morning, sir.
What have our villains
been up to during the night?
Nothing much.
Saving themselves up
for a rainy day, are they?
- Usual crop of petty larceny.
- Nothing else?
Attempted smash and grab
in bond street.
A taxi driver thumped
a passenger.
- Provocation?
- Right, sir.
- Marshall.
- Coming, sir.
Go on, Rogers.
There's a report of
a funny incident
at Russell square
tube station.
- Yes, sir?
- Tea!
Oh, sorry, sir. I had to get
some more tea bags.
"Tea bags"? You've
been using tea bags?
They're standard issue
now, sir.
Ah! And I've been
blaming the Indians.
Do you still
want some, sir?
- Yes. Of course I want some.
- Very good, sir.
- What's funny about it?
- What, sir?
Russell square tube station.
Two students.
An American, Alex Campbell,
and a girl, Patricia Wilson,
called a constable,
and reported a man unconscious
on the platform.
When they got down there,
the man had gone.
Probably he fainted, came
round and got the next train.
Could be, sir,
but the last train had gone.
They came in on it. And they
said the man was dying.
- Tea bags?
- Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.
Fancy her?
- Dying?
- So they said, sir.
Theyidenfified
the man as well.
James manfred, obe.
James manfred.
That rings a bell.
He's some big shit... shot,
at the ministry of defense,
or the home office,
or something.
No, it doesn't make sense.
What would a geezer
like manfred be doing...
In public transport?
Still, we'd better
check up and see.
Have we got an address
for the others?
Wilson gambit.
Yes, sir, same address.
That's handy. Hop around there
and see if he's a nutter.
Okay, sir.
- Russell square tube station?
- What? Yes, sir.
Panovsky.
- Sir?
- Panovsky.
Sauerkraut panovsky.
Sir?
Panovsky or something.
A grocer from kilburn.
Look him up.
- Missing person, sir?
- No, who's who, twit.
A grocer from kilburn
is automatically
a missing person.
Sometimes I think coppers
should be like elephants,
big feet and long memories.
Sir.
Or is it long feet and big...
"Jerzy panovsky.
Last known whereabouts,
Russell square tube station.
Reported missing,
December the 10th."
There's a note to refer
to Cohen, Bernard.
December the 10th?
That's just over a month ago.
"Bernard Cohen. Reported
missing April 24th.
Last known whereabouts,
Russell square tube station."
Get on to records.
See out what you can dig up
about James manfred
ob bloody e.
He's had top
security screening,
so there's probably not very
much we're allowed to know.
But see what
you can find out.
Well, you know, sir.
There's no crime
been committed.
Find out what you can
about James manfred obe.
And get him
on the blower for me.
No crime has been committed.
It's not really our case.
If this guy's so important,
we should get on to ml5.
Let them take care of it.
First let's find out if
manfred's missing, shall we?
Yes, sir, that's probably
a very good idea.
Calhoun.
What? Manfred?
Took long enough, didn't it?
Put him on.
James manfred, please.
What? Oh, you're his
secretary, are you?
Oh, yes.
James never stops
going on about you.
What? When do you
expect him back?
Oh.
Missed the morning meeting
with the minister, did he?
Naughty.
Naughty boy. That doesn't
sound like James at all.
What?
Tell him Princess Anne.
-"Princess Anne"?
- Piss off!
- Go bring in those students.
- Right, sir.
Marshall, where's
my football coupon?
Alex Campbell?
- Yeah, top floor.
- Thank you.
Might you be
Mr. Alex Campbell, sir?
- Yes, I am.
- Detective sergeant Rogers.
I wonder if you'd mind
coming along
to the station
for a few moments?
What station? What for?
An incident
at Russell square.
The holborn police station.
Oh. You mean last night?
The drunk?
Yes, the drunk, sir.
Would miss Patricia Wilson
be about just now?
She had an early lecture.
Mmm.
But she does normally
reside here?
From time to time.
Yes, if you don't mind, sir.
Why do I have to go all
the way down to the station?
Can't you just ask me
what you need to know here?
Well, myself
i wouldn't mind, sir.
It would save
me a trip, too.
But the inspector
would appreciate it.
All right.
Is that all?
Yes, sir.
You mean to say you
didn't even go down there
to have a look around?
Well, sir, I thought he
was just a troublemaker,
especially when he was
so reluctant to help us.
Anyway...
What?
Sergeant Rogers is here
with Mr. Campbell, sir.
Okay. Wheel him in.
Rogers, keep your hands
off the policewomen.
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This way, Mr. Campbell.
Go and arrest
somebody, Rogers.
Well, Mr. Campbell.
Quite an adventure
you had last night.
"Adventure"?
Not everyone finds
an unconscious man
on the platform
of an underground station.
In New York, inspector,
we call it a holiday
when you don't.
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So I've heard.
But you lost this one.
I didn't lose him, inspector.
He just wasn't there
when we went back
with the policeman.
Was he there the first time?
Inspector, I wasn't
drunk, he was.
I told the constable that.
You didn't tell constable Pierce
more than that?
No.
Didn't you tell him
the man was dying?
I said my girlfriend
thought he was.
Oh, yes, miss Wilson,
who resides with you
from time to time.
We live together.
Very nice, too. What made
her think the man was dying?
The way he looked, I suppose.
Pale, frightened.
- But you thought he was drunk?
- Yes.
- You're some sort of student, are you?
- Yeah.
Student of what?
Economics.
International economics.
Do you think we shall profit
from the common market?
My only dispute would be
the ten-mile limit on fishing.
- Where did you meet him?
- Who?
Manfred. You knew him
well, didn't you?
I never met him.
But you told
constable Pierce,
that his name
was James manfred obe.
Yes, I did.
He had his name tattooed
on his forehead, did he?
- I saw his card, his club card.
- Oh, he gave it to you?
- It was in his wallet.
- Oh.
He was holding it out
when he fell down.
Ah. Bequeathing it, was he?
What do you want, inspector?
Could it be, Mr. Campbell,
that you was having a quick
shufti through his pockets,
to see if there was anything
worth lifting?
Patricia thought
he was a diabetic.
- They carry cards, you know.
- I have heard.
He was a drunk.
I looked at his card,
I put it back in his wallet.
- You can look--
- in his pocket?
We could do, if we knew
where to find Mr. manfred,
couldn't we?
But he sort of picked up his
bed and walked, didn't he?
Patricia saw me
put the wallet back.
Why don't you ask her?
As a matter of fact,
Mr. Campbell,
that is precisely what we
are doing at the moment.
- Rogers.
- Yes, sir.
How are you getting
on with miss Wilson?
All straightforward, sir.
She confirms
constable Pierce's report.
I thought she would.
Well, that's about it,
isn't it?
Next time you find
an unconscious obe,
give us a whistle, will you?
Try not to lose him this time.
Am I free to go?
You haven't been arrested
or charged, have you?
You've been free
to go all the time.
You've been assisting
the police in their inquiries,
as we say here.
You accused me
of being a thief.
Why don't you hurry
back to your school,
Mr. Campbell, there might be
a protest march
for you to join.
Get your hair cut.
Marshall.
A quick cuppa.
I need watering.
Just put it down
on the desk, Marshall.
- It's me, sir.
- Oh.
Get anything
out of the bird?
She was telling
the truth, I think.
So was he.
Give me a good liar any time,
more to work on.
Is it that important?
A missing person,
not even confirmed yet.
It's been confirmed.
Manfred isn't just
a member of the public
to be shoved away
in a file somewhere.
He's a geezer
with a lot of stick,
and a lot of top-secret
information in his head.
All the more reason
it should be an mi5 affair.
Ml5 my arse.
Rogers, this is my manor,
don't you forget it.
Yes, sir.
- So we'd better do something quick.
- Right.
And the first thing we're
gonna do is get some tea.
Marshall!
Alex, you don't
understand anything.
Will you knock
it off, Patricia?
Will you get
my things, please?
You're taking it all
too seriously.
And my shampoo.
I only bought it yesterday.
Pat, what's really
bothering you?
Your whole attitude.
I'm cold, callous, unfeeling.
I've never met anyone
who could treat a dying man
as though he was a bundle
of old clothes,
and I can't live
with anyone who does.
My shampoo, please.
Pat, we tried to help.
What happened?
We're talking to the police,
suddenly we're suspects.
Alex, it was our duty.
At holborn?
That wasn't the name
of the station.
There used to be one
at British museum,
but that closed down
when London transport
bought up the small companies.
Were they connected?
Holborn and British museum?
I wouldn't be surprised.
It's like a rabbit
Warren down there.
There we are. Museum.
Right between them.
Now the old city
and south London company,
were tunneling down
there... in 1892,
when a whole section
of the roof collapsed,
burying a number of men.
- Eight of them, and four women.
- Women?
Yes, they used to work alongside the men
in those days.
The men dug and the women...
Hauled the dirt up
to the surface.
Just like in the coal mines.
Get on with it, Richardson.
Well, interestingly enough,
there was quite a scandal
attached to it,
because the company involved
went bankrupt.
And they couldn't afford
to dig the bodies out.
So they abandoned them,
and abandoned the whole line.
There were some old tunnelers
who believed that
there were air pockets there,
and they could have
survived for some time.
But the company
refused to listen.
How could they survive
without food?
There's plenty of water,
and food, because I should
imagine as each one died,
the others ate him.
Mind the doors.
Not a bad drum.
Mmm-hmm.
Do themselves all right, these
civil servants, don't they?
Anything worth nicking?
What about this one?
Seventeenth-century Spanish,
I'd say.
Oh, would you?
How much is it worth?
If it is original,
about five grand.
Five...
This geezer manfred seems
to have a lot of money
to throw away on old junk.
I wouldn't exactly
call it junk.
I don't care if it's the
Mona bloody Lisa, Rogers.
It's the money
I'm thinking of.
Suspicious bastard.
Where did he get it?
Maybe inherited it,
or somebody left it to him.
Maybe he got it
from flogging state secrets.
Monkey nuts.
Do you know this geezer
owes his tailor
six hundred and twenty
pounds?
I've never paid more
than 20 nicker for a suit
in my life.
Some would say you've
been robbed, inspector.
Hmm. Very funny.
Oh.
Not while I'm on duty, sir.
Pompous ponce.
- What are you doing over there?
- What?
Do you expect to find manfred
pressed between the pages
of a book?
It's not a bloody public
library, you know.
Hey...
Some of these books
are false.
Hello.
I think we're getting
somewhere.
Anything on TV?
The bedroom.
Home movies, eh?
Very tasty.
And you'd certainly
enjoy looking at them,
wouldn't you, Calhoun?
I might have known
you'd turn up.
Just about time, I'd say.
The chief superintendent
doesn't approve
of extra-mural perversions.
How does the minister
feel about it?
All this is unfortunate,
most unfortunate.
You're a master
of the understatement.
And you, are a master
of the overstatement.
I think it's time you
were on your way, inspector.
This is my manor,
and the villains
in it are mine.
Well, you're welcome
to them, old thing.
So why don't you just run
along and arrest a few?
Missing persons
are my concern, too.
Yes,
missing dentists,
missing greengrocers.
But this particular
missing person,
as far as you're concerned,
inspector,
is no longer missing.
I don't see him
around anywhere.
Do you?
What a droll fellow you are.
The manfred case is closed.
It was never opened. Clear?
If someone is reported
missing, in my manor,
that's my business.
Your dainty little footsteps
are echoing in places,
where one is well advised
to tread lightly.
Are you threatening me?
You're very perceptive.
Fuck you.
Beyond even your well-known,
working-class virility.
Why don't you go back
to planting pot on people?
And mind you, don't become
a missing person yourself.
Bye-bye.
Don't forget to close
the door on your way out.
Ml5?
No, sergeant,
he's a traffic warden.
Huh?
Hmm.
Yeah, you can
say that again.
I'm going to change
a fuse. All right?
All right. Right-o.
What did you do
on your day off, man?
Yesterday, let me see.
Got up at 11 o'clock,
had a nice lay in.
Got up at 11 o'clock,
ham and eggs for breakfast.
In the afternoon
i went to the pictures,
in the evening
i saw that bird.
What a performer, I tell you.
- Loved that.
- Yeah?
Aye.
What's the matter, Terry?
Would you...
What?
Who the hell do
you think it is?
Oh, shit.
Do you know...
What time it is?
What?
No. You were quite right
to call. Send a motor round.
Judging from the wounds,
death was definitely...
Better save it
for the inspector.
He should be here quite soon.
Crap it is.
-Oye.
-Huh?
I'd like to have a peek.
Helps to settle
the cornflakes.
Good morning, sir.
It's... getting
to be an interesting place.
- Where?
- Russell square underground.
Both men were well nourished.
All the wounds are fresh.
- How fresh?
- Not more than three or four hours.
The other man they
were working with is missing.
- Yes. Him I want to see.
- What for?
The strength he's got.
See this.
Right through,
in and out the other side.
And you saw
what that did.
I don't think I want
to meet him.
We'll leave him to Rogers.
You'll find him for us,
won't you, sergeant?
- Shouldn't be too difficult.
- Good. Anything else?
The usual extensive bruising
on the arms and upper body.
Deep abrasions
across the face.
Broken ribs on one.
Cracked vertebrae on another.
Couple of fractures.
- They fought hard.
- Not hard enough.
Harold?
When do you expect
some lab results?
- I should have something for you this evening.
- Excuse me, sir.
That's a stroke
of luck, isn't it?
Why's that, sir?
Murder is police business.
And murder, where
James manfred obe
went missing,
is definitely my business,
wouldn't you say?
Come on.
- What time is it, babe?
-9:00.
Christ. I've got a class
in 15 minutes.
Don't you want
any breakfast?
No, I've got to meet Bob
at the bookshop this afternoon
to give him a hand.
Why don't you come
by after classes?
- Oh, you know what I want?
- What?
There's a book by William frost
on poltergeists.
I'll ask him.
Maybe we can catch some dinner
at the cafe and a film. Hmm?
Great.
- Bye.
-"Bye."
Bye.
- Can I help you?
- I'm just browsing.
Uh, Mr. Campbell,
do you happen to have
a copy of the kamasutra?
- Just in paperback.
-L'll take it.
The inspector would like you
to answer a few more questions.
I'm working.
May I borrow your
assistant for a while?
Dick Tracy wants
to see me again.
How are you doing, Dracula?
Inspector.
You know, of course,
there were four men down there?
"Four"?
"Four men"?
The two victims.
Yeah. And the suspect,
McDonald. We're after him.
- This one?
- Yeah.
And him.
Who is that?
Search me.
Different blood group?
Different blood.
This film shows that he's got
megaloblastic anemia.
There are no platelets,
and a total vitamin deficiency.
That means he's got
acute thrombocytopenia.
Sounds poorly.
Well, keep me informed.
- Mr. Campbell's in, sir.
- Oh.
Hello. Mr. Campbell.
Nice of you to come
along so promptly.
Now, I want you to take a look
at these photographs.
Is the man you saw
on the platform
at Russell square tube station
in any of these?
- Like a cup of tea?
- Yeah.
- That one.
- Where? Yeah.
And there.
Yeah.
And there.
Good. Are you sure he
was alive when you left him?
How many times--
are you absolutely certain he
didn't come up after you?
- Yes.
- You mean he did?
He did not.
Did you see anyone
else down there?
No.
I should think eight miles
would be sufficient.
- What?
- The fishing limits.
Thanks for coming along.
That's all?
Have you got something
else to tell me?
Well, I hope he'll
be back soon.
But you can never tell
with the police.
You couldn't you give him
a message, could you?
Tell him I'll meet him at the restaurant.
He knows which one.
That's cool.
Everything okay
with you and Alex?
Yeah. Why?
- Just wondered.
- Bye.
Want to see
the French connection?
No, it's too violent.
Would you like a cup
of coffee, sir?
Please.
- Fine.
- Thank you.
If manfred were really
so important,
why isn't there something
in the papers?
Maybe they put
a d notice on it.
What's that?
If the government wants
to suppress something,
they ask the press not
to publish it. It's a d notice.
Shades of home.
Alex, it's very strange.
You find something
in that book on poltergeists?
Firstly,
if he was so important,
why was he on the tube?
He would have had
a rolls and a chauffeur.
And if it was a heart attack,
why wasn't it in the papers?
I'd rather talk
about poltergeists.
Haven't you got any ideas?
Well, if this was Chicago,
they'd probably be
dragging the river,
for some... man
with a concrete bowler hat.
- Thank you.
- Perhaps he was a spy
and the opposition
caught up with him.
He'd seen something
pretty awful.
I think we were lucky.
Why?
Whatever he saw,
was probably watching us.
What movie would
you like to see?
- Speak.
- Inspector Calhoun?
No, it's a man
called ironside.
Evening, inspector.
Bacon here.
That, uh, that blood.
I've isolated the organism,
and checked it with
the medical research boys.
Yeah?
It's a form
of pasteurella pestis.
Oh, I thought it might be.
That's plague.
In this case,
septicemic plague.
Sweet Jesus!
It's not as bad
as it sounds.
The occasional rat gets
into the country from a ship,
and the rat carries
the organism,
but the other rats,
the ones you normally find
in the sewers, kill it off.
That's the end of it.
What about the man
who's got it?
Can he, uh, pass it on
to anyone else?
No, no, he's harmless,
poor devil.
So lavatory seats down
in the tube are still safe?
Probably.
I think he'd have to bite you.
Charming.
Let's hope he hasn't got
a touch of rabies as well.
Say, you sound a bit strained.
Why don't you go home
and get some sleep?
Good night.
Bloody idiot.
"Get some sleep"!
You still here, sir?
Have you ever had
pasturea pelvis?
Who?
Septicemic bloody plague.
Come on, let's get
a couple of pints of beer.
All right.
Oh, we should have
gone to the cinema.
Your idea.
At least it was cheap.
Come on, we'll
miss the last tube.
Come on. I'll protect you.
If you want, we can get
off at holborn instead
and walk the rest of the way.
- Okay?
- Okay.
As I see it, James manfred--
give over about manfred.
I'm stuffed up
to the gills with him.
- I appreciate that--
- wake up, sergeant, open your mouth.
Now perhaps you'll shut up.
How much do you pick up
in a week? 30 quid?
- Mmm-hmm.
- Hear that, Jimmy?
Thirty quid a week,
12-hour day, six-day week.
That's about...
Eight and a tenner an hour,
old money.
The way he's carrying on,
he'll make it four and three.
Let's get pissed.
Jimmy, scotch, doubles.
The night before
Maggie died...
Mmm-hmm.
The coast is clear.
Think so?
Ow!
You should always
guard your rear.
- My books!
-L'll get them.
Mind the doors.
Alex!
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See you at home.
I got it. I got it.
Out of it, out of it.
Oh, yeah.
- Oh, that was short.
- Who are you?
Hey, do you know this fella?
I've never seen him
before in my life.
What's the matter with you?
Now, come on. We're closed,
everybody's gone.
I'll handle this.
What about another
large scotch?
He's a very
important gentleman.
Excuse me, sir.
Now, inspector, you don't
want me to lose my license?
I don't give a bugger
whether you lose your license.
Are you aware
that it is an offense
to sell
alcoholic beverages,
on licensed premises
after proper drinking hours?
I am aware.
Allowing ten minutes
for drinking up time.
And you've more than gone
over that already.
I could have you now.
Look, you could...
You could be assisting
us in our inquiries.
Actually, it's not the first time it's been done
over a glass of scotch.
Now, come. Come on.
- I'll cover up for you.
- No, no.
- You carry on with the game
while I deal with this.
- Certainly.
Because I could quite easily
have you down
for six months for this.
You know that, don't you?
By the powers invested
in me by virtue...
- The queen.
- God bless her. God bless her.
The queen's royal bureau.
Hey, wait. The queen,
god bless her.
Indeed, god bless her.
Don't you smile when
you say that, either.
Are you aware
that her gracious majesty
is over there,
overseas
in the far-flung empire,
helping to keep the world
safe and alive,
slogging her pretty
little guts out,
so as you can live
in a democracy?
Look at this place.
A knocking shop, isn't it?
Now, come on, all of you...
- Where did you get that coat?
- Off the chair.
Do you realize that
is stealing by finding?
Any rough stuff,
leave him to me.
What do you understand
about stealing by finding?
Sergeant, we could have him
a year for that.
Unless you've got a record,
then that's six years.
Listen, are you quite sure
about the scotch?
You know, just... what?
Have you ever been...
Have you seen dartmoor?
You want to see dartmoor
from the inside?
There you go then.
Hey, what time do you
open up in the morning?
Come on.
Pat?
Is anybody there?
Is anybody there?
Hey, what's all that about?
Oh, look, officer, I can
explain. There might be--
you'll have to, son. Now,
come on, what's the matter?
Look, there might be somebody
trapped down there.
Somebody might
not be, too.
Now, what are you
making all this fuss about?
There is somebody.
Ls anybody there?
Calm down. Calm down.
Take it easy.
- Stay out of my way.
- Come on, don't start.
- Hey.
- Look, officer.
Come along.
Look, look.
I can explain.
Officer, just give me
a chance to explain.
We'll go down to the station
to sort this out.
Come on now, take it easy.
Good morning, sir.
Inspector.
Please, Mr. Campbell,
will you let me finish
reading the report?
- Anything else, sir?
- Beards!
You've got to find her.
This isn't a lost
property office.
- What are you going to do?
- Don't know.
Breaking and entering
public premises.
That's a very serious offense.
- Christ!
- Please don't shout.
Mr. Campbell, not today.
Sit down.
Sit down.
Thank you.
Look, I know
she's in trouble.
Why do you think
she's in trouble?
Did you two have
a fight last night?
No, we...
She left her books--
I am reading the report,
Mr. Campbell.
Unless you've something to add,
I suggest you go home and
leave us to get on with it.
Where the hell is Rogers?
No, never mind.
You gone drag, Rogers?
Where did you get that?
A cleaner found it
in holborn station.
That's Patricia's.
She was there.
I never doubted
it for one moment.
Then do something.
I can't do anything
with you shouting all the time.
Be a good lad and go home.
We'll call you if we need you.
- Inspector, Patricia--
- hop it.
Now!
Please, Mr. Campbell.
- There's blood inside it, sir.
- What?
There's blood inside the bag.
Oh.
Get that down to bacon
right away.
On it, sir.
Richardson.
Put me on to Mr. Richardson,
London transport, cid.
Mind the doors.
It can't be that bad, son.
Look, you can't
solve your problems
by giving them
to other people.
You are hopeless,
you youngsters.
We've got schedules
to keep up.
People go and Chuck themselves
on the tracks,
holds up the line for hours.
Is there any way out of here
except up those stairs?
It's drugs, isn't it?
I had a nephew--
ls there?
You tell me!
I've been on this job
since the beginning, 40 years.
- Tell me!
-L'll tell you what.
What I said is it's like
a rabbit Warren down there.
Tell me!
No.
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors.
Manfred.
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
Mind the doors.
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mind the doors.
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors!
Mind the doors!
Pat?
Pat?
Alex!
Patricia, is that you?
Alex!
Pat!
Pat, are you all right?
Leave him!
Mind the doors...
Come on, let's go.
Who's there?
Good god! What is it?
What the hell's
going on here?
Come on, what is it?
Inspector.
Manfred?
- Where?
- Down there.
You stay here.
Two of you, officers, stay
with this lady and gentleman.
The rest of you,
come with me.
Don't worry, ma'am.
Ugh! This place stinks.
It's not surprising really,
when you consider it's been
abandoned since 1892.
Richardson, what
was this place?
Well, if it hadn't been
for the cave-in,
it would have been a station.
But at the time, it was a...
Storage area and work base.
And they just left
it like this?
Well, there was no money.
- Don't you remember,
i told you the story--
- yes. Come on.
People were trapped
in the cave,
the company
went bankrupt...
Good lord!
Oh, my god.
All these generations
have survived.
This one's alive.
Inspector.
Norton, keep an eye
on things.
In here, sir.
- Manfred?
- Yes, sir.
Let's get to a radio phone.
I want everyone down here.
Photographers, the medical
boys, bacon, everyone.
You look after it.
Keep the press out.
What about mi5, sir?
Oh, yes, inform them.
James manfred...
Obe.
What a way to die.
I think he's dead, sir.
What a way to live.
You stay here.
All of you, stay here.
Get those kids out of here.
Oh, yes, sir.
Right, sir.
Come on, you two.
Let's go.
Mind the doors!