Paganini Strikes Again (1973) - full transcript

(calm music)

- What are you doing now?

- Examining
caterpillars' footprints.

Very interesting.

- Come on.

Oh, morning, Pitmore.

Why aren't you at
piano practice?

You've got to be good
for the school concert.

- Can't this morning, Mike.

My uncle says I've got
to help him (mumbles).

- You know what
Miss Lanyard said.



"Keep with the heavenly music!"

Enemy aircraft, 12:00 high.

(gunfire)

(upbeat music)

(shattering)

- Why don't you give us a tune?

(gunfire)

- Here, I know this bloke.

I'm sure I've seen
him somewhere.

- You couldn't have.

- There might be a
reward if we found him.

- Don't be daft.

How are we likely to find him?

- You never know.



(fast-paced music)

- Good morning, sir.

- Hey, that's him!

- Who?

- That man!

The one in the picture
wanted for robbery.

- He didn't look
anything like him.

- Bet it's him.

He looks suspicious.

I'm gonna shadow him.

(ominous music)

- Hey, why don't
we call the police?

- Yeah, you call the cops,
I'll stay on his tail.

- I recognized him
from a poster I saw

at the police station.

- The identical picture?

- Yes, wanted for robbery.

- Where are they now?

- They're just turning
out of Stowe Road

into Gullfork Road.

- [Policeman] Stowe
Road into Gullfork Road.

- Oh, and listen.

They'll be easy for you to spot

because my friend's
carrying a violin.

- Is he playing
it in the street?

- No, he's carrying it.

In a black violin case.

- Alright, then we'll
send someone over.

- Good.

And be as quick as
you can, please.

- [Policeman] You
just sit tight.

- Okay, thanks.

(sirens)

- Right, where's the
man you're following?

- I'm not following him.

My friend is.

- But the boy who phoned us

said his friend was
carrying a violin.

- Yes, I know.

We both are.

- You'd better get in the car.

- I warn you, my lad, this
is some kind of a joke,

you'll be for the high jump.

- It's no joke,
Inspector, honestly.

There he is!

- That was quick.

- Yeah, wasn't it?

Great, eh?

- He's in here, sir.

- Come along, Constable.

- I said we'd catch
him, didn't I?

- Is this the man?

- That's him.

- I see.

Allow me to introduce you.

Detective Sergeant
Jones of this division.

- A policeman?

Well, he does look like him.

You look at the photo.

- Suppose I could run you in
for obstructing the police.

- I'm sorry, sir.

It was a mistake.

- And you made it.

But I'll tell you what, you
stick to playing the violin,

we'll stick to policing, hm?

Come along, Constable.

- Why don't you give us a tune?

- You and your detection.

- Where are we going?

- You're not going anywhere.

You're staying with the car.

- Where are you going then?

- I got some business
to attend to.

I shouldn't be parked
here in the first place.

If you see a copper, give a
toot on the horn, alright?

- Why don't you stop
at a parking meter?

- Don't ask so many questions.

If you see a copper, give
a long blast on the horn.

Alright?

- Alright.

- Look, there's Pitmore again.

That's funny, he's
pretending he hasn't seen us.

- Old Pitmore's
always a bit weird.

- I know, Banquo's
ghost I call him.

- Whose what?

- Banquo's ghost.

You know, from
Macbeth at school.

Hello, Pitmore.

Didn't know you had a car.

- It's me uncle's.

He's just got it.

- We're going to go
to Gertie Lanyard's

for our music lesson.

Would you like to
come say hello?

- Never shake thy
gory locks at me.

- Don't mind him, he's
got Macbeth on the brain.

- Avaunt, and quit my sight.

Let the earth hide thee.

Thy bones are marrowless,
thy blood is cold.

Come on, Mike, we'll be late.

- See you at school on Monday.

Come on, Bill.

- Funny about Pitmore.

- What?

- I don't know, the
way he's carrying on.

Pretending not to see us and
sort of lurking in that car.

- What do you mean, lurking?

He wasn't lurking,
he was just sitting.

How can he lurk in a car?

- Well, I think it's
jolly suspicious.

- You think
everything's suspicious.

You've got a suspicious mind.

Liftoff, we have liftoff.

(humming)

- What's happened?

- I don't know.

- Here, let me.

Flippin' thing.

Let me out.

I ain't no ordinary doggone
cow wrassler, I swear it.

- I wish there was
someone out there.

- All the other
floors are offices

and there'll be no
one in them today.

There's only Gertie.

We could try calling for her.

- Miss Lanyard!

- Miss Lanyard!

Gertie!

(playing piano and
singing chords)

- [Bill And Mike] Miss Lanyard!

Gertie!

Miss Lanyard!

(honks)

- Whose car's this?

- It's me uncle's.

He won't be long.

- Well, tell him he's not
supposed to park here.

- I'll tell him.

- And don't play
with the horn, sonny.

- Sorry.

(woman screams)

(gunshot)

- Did you hear that?

- What about it?

- It was a gun.

- A gun?

Here, on a Saturday morning?

- I tell you, it was a gun.

A revolver.

Gangsters, probably.

- Crooks and gangsters,
that's all you think about.

- Listen.

- Now what?

- He's coming up the stairs.

- Who is?

- The gunman.

- Oh, come on, man.

Hey, Mister--

- Shh!

(crashes)

Something funny going on.

- I expect he was
just in a hurry.

- In a hurry to bash down the
door and jump on the roof.

(humming)

- Hey, we're moving.

- William and Michael.

- Miss Lanyard!

- I was just going out.

- But we were just coming
for our music lesson.

- A lesson?

Well, dear me, I can't have
been going out then, can I?

Perhaps I was just going in.

- No, Miss Lanyard,
you weren't doing that.

- Somebody knocked.

Did you boys knock?

- We couldn't knock.

We were stuck in the lift.

- Oh, why didn't you call me?

- We did.

- Come on, boys, we mustn't
waste time, must we?

Only one more lesson
before the concert

and we'll give it our best.

Come now, Michael,
stop daydreaming.

Just look at you.

(mumbles)

(humming)

- [Bill And Mike] Dink dink
diddly doink ding doink doink.

- I like to see enthusiasm,
real enthusiasm!

Come along, boys,
tune your instruments.

Must be well in tune!

(playing violins)

(knocking)

- It's someone at
your front door.

I'll go.

- What are you doing here?

I'm sorry to disturb you, madam.

We're police officers.

- Nonsense, young man.

Policemen wear
little blue helmets.

- We're in plainclothes, madam.

Detective Inspector Mainwaring.

This is Detective
Sergeant Jones.

There's been a robbery in the
jeweler's shop downstairs.

- A robbery?

- One of the gang may
have escaped this way.

- We saw him.

Or at least we saw his feet.

- Oh dear, oh dear.

Paganini strikes again.

I've had enough of
your help for one day.

- Paganini, the brilliant!

Do you think he was in
communion with the devil?

- I really couldn't say, madam.

Now what do you say you saw?

- He was running away and
he broke open the door

to the roof.

- We heard him.

We were stuck in the lift.

- You would be.

- We had our heads just
above the floor, you see,

and we saw these
boots go rushing by.

- To the roof?

Where is it?

- I'll show you.

- Boys, boys, your lesson!

- Back in a minute,
Miss Lanyard!

- Go steady.

- Yeah, don't want any
more bodies around here.

- Bodies?

- Someone was shot.

- Is he?

- On his way to hospital.

Hey.

Don't touch anything.

- Sorry, sir.

- Come on, get out of it.

- Here's something.

- Whoever he was,
he's used to heights.

- Come on, we're moving.

- What about the car?

- I've finished with it.

It was only foreign
anyway, come on.

- Now keep quiet about this.

We think he's one of a gang.

Half a dozen jewelers
in central London

in the last two weeks.

We want the whole gang.

- About the shoes, you know,
the ones we saw from the lift.

We can describe them exactly.

They're thick rubber soles,
with yellowish uppers,

and heavy stitching.

And golden laces.

- Thanks very much.

You suggest I should go
around arresting everyone

with shoes like that?

I should have to
start with myself,

I've got a pair like that.

I can say to my
certain knowledge

as the chief superintendent.

- William, Michael!

- They're coming, madam.

Give us a tune, eh?

(ominous music)

- Dinner ready yet?

- In a minute.

- About time.

- Where'd you go, love?

- The High Street.

Mum, about Uncle Fred.

Does he have to live with us?

- I know he's not an easy
one, but he is my brother.

When he came back from South
Africa with nowhere to go.

- South Africa.

If he'd been in South Africa,
he'd have more of a suntan.

- Perhaps he had an indoor job.

Goodness, this is heavy.

What's in it?

- I don't know.

Let's have a look.

- Oh, you shouldn't.

- I know, but there's
something funny.

- It's locked.

- Just as well it is locked,

with you poking and prying.

- What's in it that's
so secret then?

- Who do you think you are?

- Don't hit him, Fred!

- Well, tell him to
keep his fingers out

of my property then!

(bangs)

(playing piano)

Stop that row!

(bangs on keys)

I said pack it in!

You play this piano once
more when I'm in the house,

I'll have it chopped up
for firewood, alright?

- [Pitmore's Mom]
Dinner, Freddy!

- Come on.

What's this?

- Beef casserole.

It's alright, isn't it?

- Beef casserole?

Is that all you can cook?

Beef casserole again?

Oh, it's not alright.

I'm not eating this muck.

(crying)

- Now look what you've done.

Why can't you get out
and leave us alone?

- I'm getting out!

I'm gonna have me
dinner at a pub.

And when I finish this
little bit of business,

I'm gonna get out
this rotten house

and out this country for good.

- Funny business, I bet.

- You watch it, son.

You're mixed up in this
more than what you think.

- Hi, Pitmore.

- Hi.

- See any excitement
on Saturday?

- What excitement?

- The robbery!

At the jeweler shop under
Miss Lanyard's flat.

- I don't know anything
about any robbery.

- But you must have
seen it, you were there.

- Yeah, it was fantastic.

So we were stuck in the lift
and we saw the robber escaping.

At least, we saw his shoes.

We'd recognize them anywhere.

- Shut up, Mike.

- [Mike] Eh?

- I said shut up.

The police told us
not to talk about it.

- But you were just down the
street in your uncle's car.

- I told you, I
didn't see anything.

- But you must've.

I mean, you were there.

- I told you, I don't know
anything about any robbery.

I don't know anything
about it at all.

- He didn't have
to go on like that.

You only asked.

- Hey, what's the idea
of shutting me up?

No harm in telling
Pitmore about the shoes.

- You can't be too careful.

There's something
odd about Pitmore.

- Well, that's nothing new.

There always has been.

- Suppose so.

Got any ideas?

- What about?

- Tracking down the
man in the shoes.

- How can we track him down?

We've got to leave
that for the Inspector.

- Him?

We had the only genuine clue
and he wouldn't even listen.

And all he could say
was "Give us a tune."

- Perhaps he found some
other clues in the shop.

- I'll bet he didn't find
anything half as good as ours.

We actually saw
one of the crooks.

- We only saw his
feet, just his shoes.

That inspector said
there must be thousands.

- Look, the shoes.

Quick, he's getting on.

- This isn't our bus.

- Who cares?

Come on.

Gonna sit here and watch
him come down, right?

- Alright.

- Quick, he's got off!

- Wait for it.

Not while she's moving.

I'm not having you break your
neck on my bus, thank you.

Alright, now you can go.

- St. Luke's.

- Perhaps he's
robbing the church!

Let's have a look
round the back.

(fast-paced music)

- Ah, musicians, I see.

(groans)

- Come on.

- Feet, feet, feet.

I'm sick of watching feet.

I said I'm sick
of watching feet.

Let's pack it in.

Can't you say anything?

- I'm thinking.

- That makes a change.

What about?

- The police.

The way they made fun of us.

"Give us a tune."

They're not listening
to our clue.

- Well, it wasn't very much
of a clue, you must admit.

I mean, it's not getting
us very far, is it?

- Stop grumbling
and watch the feet.

- He probably isn't
even wearing 'em.

- Of course he's wearing them.

Unless he's got wooden
feet that's all unscrewed.

- Oh look, I'm fed up with
you and your feeble jokes.

Perhaps they're
his robbing shoes.

Perhaps he wears different
ones every day of the week.

- Look!

It's him, come on.

- Right-o, Ted, let's go.

- That's clinched it.

The yellow shoe gang.

- Thanks for minding
the barrel, Charlie.

- Hey, now buy your boots here!

Genuine pigskin!

Only half the price
they are in the shops!

- They're too big for you, son.

- Quiet now.

Silence!

Right, open your Shakespeares.

Macbeth, Act Four, Scene One.

Rogers.

May we have your kind
attention please?

- Yes sir.

- You can be Second
Witch, Rogers.

Hendry?

- Yes sir?

- Third Witch.

And for the First Witch...

(students shouting)

Silence!

This isn't a bear garden.

Pitmore.

Pitmore?

- Yes sir.

- [Teacher] You can be
the First Witch, Pitmore.

- Yes sir.

Thrice the brinded
cat hath mewed.

(meows)

(laughs)

- Hold it, sir.

We haven't got a
cauldron, have we, sir?

Can't do it without a
cauldron, can we, sir?

The witches are supposed to
be prancing around a cauldron,

pulling faces and carrying on.

- Yes, yes, Rogers.

Get on with it.

- Come on, Pitmore.

And you, Mike.

- Yeah, come on, Pitmore.

(students shouting)

- Come on.

- You'd better take the
stage, by popular demand.

(clapping)

Get on, boy.

- Thrice the brinded
cat hath mewed.

- Thrice, and once
the hedge-pig whined.

- Harpier cries, "'Tis
time, 'tis time."

- Round about the cauldron go.

In the poisoned entrails throw.

Toad, that under cold stone

- Sir, we're not doing it.

- Not doing what, Rogers?

- Round about the
cauldron going.

I mean, sir, there's no point
if we don't do it properly.

Is there, sir?

- Very well.

Go round the cauldron, Pitmore.

- Round about the cauldron go.

In the poisoned entrails throw.

Toad, that under cold stone--

- Pitmore?

- Days and nights has thirty-one

Sweltered venom sleeping got,

Boil thou first i'
th' charmèd pot.

- [Mike, Bill, And Pitmore]
Double, double toil and trouble,

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

- Mike.

It's the feet.

- What?

- The feet.

Yellow shoes.

- What's the matter
with you, Rogers?

Get on with the play.

- Yes, why can't you shut
up and get on with the play?

- Boys, stop that right now!

(shouting)

Take your places at
once, all three of you.

I think we've had quite
enough of the three witches

for the moment.

- Those were the shoes alright.

And it fits with what
Inspector Mainwaring said.

Someone used to heights.

Window cleaner's used
to heights, right?

- Right.

But there are thousands
of shoes like that.

- And thousands of
window cleaners.

But it's the first time
we've seen a window cleaner

wearing the shoes.

- I've forgotten me key.

- Are your parents in?

- No, but Nicola might be.

She's my sister.

- What's she like?

- Ghastly.

- Nigel, darling!

- Nigel?

- Oh, it's you.

Who's this?

- Bill, friend of mine.

That is Nicola.

If you're serious about
the window cleaner,

we ought to tell the inspector.

- You know what he'd say.

"Give us a tune."

- Yeah.

- Not fair!

You're leaning on my eyelashes.

Where's the other one?

- Well, if you must leave
bits of yourself everywhere.

- Looks like a dead spider.

- They're utterly ruined.

Oh, I'm going out with
Nigel this evening.

- We'll have to trace that
window cleaner ourselves.

- I suppose we could find out
who he is from the school.

- Yes.

If your father could
draft a note saying

(mumbles) we'd like
a window cleaner,

the school keeper will tell him.

- Whatever it is
you're talking about,

you don't suppose Daddy
would get mixed up

in your ridiculous
games, do you?

- I don't think he
would do it, Bill.

- Here, wait a minute.

- Oh, now look what you've done.

- Sorry.

We'll type a note.

- That'd be forgery.

- Oh, no, it wouldn't.

I'll sign it M. Hendry.

Not my fault I've got the
same initials as my father.

- Careful!

Look.

- Sorry.

(phone rings)

- Hello?

Nigel, Nigel?

- [Bill And Mike] Darling.

- Oh, shut up.

Not you, my popsy wopsy.

Hang on, I can't talk here.

The children are listening.

- What should I put?

Dear Mr. Howard?

- No, better make it formal.

Dear sir.

- Listen, do you think we
could go to the car (mumbles)?

There's this marvelous
film about this girl.

Maureen says she's like me,

sort of a cool blonde,
refined and sexy.

- Our window cleaner
has caught bronchitis

and the windows
are getting filthy,

so please could you give
us the name of the firm

who cleans the school
windows because...

- Hang on.

I can't remember all that.

How do you spell bronchitis?

- Just say he's broken his leg.

L-E-G.

- See you soon then, my sweet.

Bye!

Love you too.

- Makes you cringe, doesn't it?

- Is this yours?

- Oh no!

No lipstick, no eyelashes,

my hands are covered
in nail varnish,

and Nigel's coming
'round in 10 minutes!

Whatever can I do?

- [Mike] Go out
with Bill instead.

- Oh, you're horrible.

- What's the matter
with your sister?

- Oh, she's always like that.

- Mr. Howard.

- Not now, boys.

- But I've got a
note from my father.

- Well, leave it on my desk.

- It's urgent, sir.

- Urgent, well,
what's happened now?

- Our window cleaner's
had an accident.

- Your window cleaner
had an accident?

This some sort of a joke?

Pick them up.

Both of you!

Give me the note.

- My mum says that

if we can't find a new
window cleaner soon,

my dad'll have to clean them.

- Well, what's wrong
with you cleaning them?

- They're too high.

Oh, and you see, my
dad wants the name

of the school window cleaner.

- Alright.

I don't believe a word of it,

but I haven't got time to argue!

Here you are then.

- Sorry about the books, sir.

- Alright.

- Thanks a lot, sir.

- Oh, I've heard that before.

- Be careful with
the books, sir.

- Mind you don't
drop them again, sir.

- Thanks very much
for the card, sir.

Rudge Office Cleaning Services.

Overbury Road, Fulham.

We could bike it easy.

- I haven't got a bike.

- You can borrow my dad's.

- [Mr. Howard] Hendry!

- Sir?

- You might mention
to your father,

there are two Cs in accident!

- Yes sir.

Two Cs in accident.

- Mum?

(ominous music)

- Hey.

Are you spying on me?

You want a look?

Come and have a look.

(clatters)

Nice bit of gear, eh?

- The jeweler shop!

And the man who was shot.

- Now don't tell
me you didn't know.

- And the car.

- Was nicked for the getaway.

We had to split up.

We'd have been caught if
it hadn't been for you.

- Me?

- Yeah, sounding the horn
when that copper come past.

Warned us just in time.

- But I didn't know.

- You didn't know we was
turning over a jeweler shop?

What you think we was doing,
parking on a yellow line?

Tell that to the judge.

- What do you mean?

- I mean you're what
they call an accessory.

You helped, you're one of us.

So if you're thinking
of telling the coppers

about this little lot,
you'd better forget it.

If I go down, you go down too.

- What did you want
to come back for?

Why couldn't you
stop in South Africa?

- South Africa.

Oh, yeah.

- You were never
there, were you?

Where was it really?

Parkhurst?

- It was Dartmoor,
as a matter of fact.

And I'm not having any
piano playing school kid

sending me back
there again neither.

I'll tell you what,
if you help me get rid

of this little lot, that'll
be the last you see of me.

Alright?

Come on, I'll show you
something out the front.

Now, take a (mumbles) out there.

You see that geezer in the car?

See him?

He's a policeman.

There's been one out there
every day since it happened.

- So they're onto you.

- Well, they're just waiting
for me to make a move.

That's where you
come into it, my son.

- Me?

- You and your mother, you
wanna see the back of me, right?

- You know we do.

- Alright, well, as soon
as I've finished this job,

as soon as I got rid
of that stuff in there,

I'll clear out.

- You promise?

- I cross me heart
and hope to die.

Now here, this is
what I want you to do.

- Is your name Jimmy?

- Sometimes, why?

- Me uncle sent this.

- Go on, on your way.

* Sweet Adeline

* Will you be mine?

(laughs)

A couple of high tinnery
musicians, I see.

You know, it took me right
back when I saw them fiddles.

Why don't you play us a tune?

- Oh no, not again!

- We'd like to know the
name of the window cleaners

that clean our school windows.

- We're trying to find one them.

- Names?

I know nothing.

They don't tell me nothing.

All I do is look after the yard.

They don't come in
except on Fridays.

They work shifts
and they're paid.

All inquiries have to
be left till Friday.

- So you don't know
their names then?

- You're as bad as the
other blokes what come here

asking questions.

All I do is look after the yard.

All inquiries--

- What other blokes?

- Coppers, (mumbles)?

- F. Raddings.

- That's him.

Fred Raddings, late
of HM Prison Dartmoor.

Got a record of robbery with
violence as long as your arm.

- You knew?

- Been under
observation all week.

- Then why haven't you...

- Arrested him?

We want the whole gang.

- And you're waiting
for them to get together

for the share out, so that
you can catch the whole lot.

Is that it?

- That is just about it.

What made you
decide to come along

and tell me all this anyway?

- I didn't want to.

- [Inspector] I can imagine.

- Mike persuaded me.

He said now we knew who
it was, what could we do?

We couldn't very well
arrest him ourselves.

- Good thinking.

- How did you know
it was Fred Raddings?

You didn't see the feet.

- Took a little bit of time
to discover the windows

at all these addresses were
cleaned by the same firm.

One Raddings worked for.

- So we did help.

If it hadn't been for us
telling you he'd gone that way.

- And very grateful we are.

Why don't you get along
and leave the rest to us?

We'll keep an eye on him.

- Thank you, sir.

- Right, sir.

(drumming)

- I'm sorry it's
all over, in a way.

- What?

- Our detective job.

- I'm not.

- This all frizzled out.

Wonder where Pitmore
fits into it.

- Quiet, children, quiet!

Quiet, boys.

Now unfortunately our
soloist is not here yet.

He's probably been delayed.

But we shall wait no longer.

We must all rehearse thoroughly
in order to give it our best

for the concert tonight.

And as I'm sure that none of
you want to spend more time

indoors on Saturday
than you must,

until Pitmore arrives, I
shall take the piano part.

(ominous music)

(playing music)

(ominous music)

(playing music)

(ominous music)

(playing music)

(ominous music)

- Well done, Michael.

Well done, William.

You showed real enthusiasm.

- Thank you, Miss Lanyard.

What do you think
about old Pitmore?

- I'm worried about him, boys.

Such a gifted musician
but delicate, I fear.

Perhaps not entirely
happy at home?

You two are friends
of his, aren't you?

- Well, sort of.

Nobody knows him very well.

- It would be kind if you
could call at his house,

make sure that all is well.

Such a tragedy if he were
to miss tonight's concert.

It means so much to him.

- Okay, Miss Lanyard.

- Thank you, boys.

- Where are you going?

- To ring the bell.

- No one uses the front door.

We're supposed to
be mates of his.

- Alright.

- Mum?

- Yes, love?

- There's a couple of blokes
from school coming to the door.

I can't see them.

- What shall I say?

- Anything.

Say I've gone out.

- What's going on?

You've been acting
ever so strange lately.

- Nothing, Mum, I
just can't see them.

- You're not mixed up in
anything with your Uncle Fred,

are you?

I wouldn't want that to happen.

- Then it's a pity you
ever let him come here

in the first place.

(knocking)

- Yes, what is it?

- We were looking for Pitmore.

- [Pitmore's Mom] He's not in.

- [Mike] Oh, he
wasn't at rehearsal.

We just wondered--

- I don't know where he is.

- He will be at the
concert tonight, won't he?

- I couldn't say.

He hasn't mentioned it.

- He hasn't?

- No.

Now I'm very busy,
so off you go.

- That's really weird.

He hasn't mentioned the concert?

It's the most important
thing in his life.

- Hey, look.

F. Raddings.

- Oh crikey.

- You let him give you the slip.

We keep tabs on him for a week

and you let him
give you the slip.

Now I suppose you think he'll
be waiting for us at home

with a nice cup of tea.

No, he's probably
making the share out.

- Maybe, sir.

But what puzzles me, he
didn't have the stuff on him.

He wasn't carrying anything.

- Getting someone else to
do his dirty work, probably.

- Look, there's Pitmore.

- He must have been
in all the time.

- Let's follow him.

- There are those kids again.

- That doesn't mean anything.

- It might.

They're always cropping
up in this case.

Stop the car.

I'll go and talk to
Raddings' sister,

you keep an eye on those lads.

And don't let them
give you the slip.

(ominous music)

- We'll be okay here.

We can see in the mirror
when he's getting off.

- I don't like it.

- What don't you like?

- Following Pitmore.

Seems sneaky.

- We're not doing any
harm, only following him.

It's not as if we've brought
the police along with us,

is it?

(fast-paced music)

Here, he's got off.

- What?

(dramatic music)

(grunts)

- Yes, mate?

- Don't use that term
with me, Constable.

I ought to see your head at CID.

- Oh, yes, mate, I mean, Sarge.

- Look!

Come on.

- Well, where is it?

- How do I know?

I'm just as worried as you are.

- Yeah, you'll be lucky to
get another job after this.

Dragging me out of bed for what?

Hang on, hang on.

You made it then.

Well, where's the swag?

- I couldn't bring it.

- Couldn't bring it?

What do you mean, you
couldn't bring it?

Got the container all ready.

Boat organized,
(mumbles) arranged.

- Have you finished?

I've had the cops
on my back all week.

- That's all we need.

- Oh, leave it.

Look.

- [Man In Hat]
What's he doing here?

- He's bringing the gear.

- He looks as if he's
lost his way to school.

Here, we don't want
kids in on this, do we?

- Oh, shut up.

Where's Eric?

- He's over there, minding
the rest of the stuff.

Come on.

- Come on, Tarzan.

- Pitmore's with him!

Quick, they're coming this way.

(laughs)

- Best way to get this
stuff out of the country,

Eric's mate on the other side
smuggles it out the docks

and onto the black market
in the common market.

(laughs)

(hammering)

- Right, in she goes.

(ominous music)

- Now we'll put Harry's
homemade seal on there.

It won't open it till it
gets to Amsterdam on Monday.

(laughs)

- That's torn it.

- Amsterdam on Monday?

That's two whole days!

- Right, all we
need now is a crane.

Well, don't stand about looking

as if you've just seen a ghost.

- But--

- Get off home!

Kids.

- It's Raddings' nephew.

Right?

Right.

Stay where you are now, sonny.

- I'll be damned.

- 999 call, sir.

Raddings' gang are
going to Sutton's Wharf.

(sirens)

(fast-paced music)

- Come on.

Come on.

- It's no good.

No one can hear us.

I wish there was something we
could make a real noise with.

- Here, look!

Musical instruments.

- Alright, Raddings.

What container are they in?

- Find it yourself.

(cacophony of
instruments playing)

- That could only be
Paganini and his chum.

(accordion playing)

Well, that wasn't
bad for a warm up.

Well, my lad.

Next thing is to put
you into a police car

and rush you across London in
time for the school concert,

along with your two mates
Paganini and Stradivarius.

- But aren't I--

- No.

By the word of your mother,
we know Raddings forced you

into it.

Well, off you go.

Give them a good tune.

(playing music)

(audience applauds)