Pool of London

Synopsis: Crime melodrama about two sailors in London, an American open to theft and smuggling and an honest Jamaican, and the crooks and girls they know. A jewel theft goes wrong and those involved must decide whether to try to get away or to do the right thing. Superb photography of postwar central London when almost empty of people on a Sunday.
Genre: Crime, Drama
Director(s): Basil Dearden
Production: Universal
 
IMDB:
7.3
APPROVED
Year:
1951
85 min
26 Views


Ahoy there!

What ship are you?

The Dunbar. Out of Rotterdam,

bound for the Pool.

Thank you, Captain.

You may proceed to your berth.

The Dunbar's just coming in.

Let me have their papers,

Very good, Mr Collins.

It'll be tomorrow morning now,

I expect.

Never seen a ship before, Sally?

Battlebridge Wharf.

To the Dunbar.

We'll clear her tonight

and do the rummage tomorrow.

Right, sir.

Keep heaving.

Avast!

- All right, make her fast at that.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- All right, Johnny, make her fast at that.

- Aye, aye, sir,

- Finished with engines.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Finished with the engines.

The old fool's got us in at last-

fifteen minutes late.

That's the last we'll see of him

for the next few days,

- Ladder ready?

- Ladder ready, sir.

Customs aboard, sir.

I hope they get a move on. Wife's

expecting me to take her to the Palladium.

Should be in time

for the second house, sir.

Depends which one of 'em it is.

It's Mr Andrews, sir.

- Dear, all night. Tell the Chief.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Good evening, Captain.

- Good evening, Andrews.

General cargo,

no passengers, no infection.

- Crew's declaration ready in the Saloon.

- Thanks. Had a good trip?

Same old bus route.

How's that boy of yours?

Still wanting to go to sea?

No fool like a young one.

- Customs aboard, Chief.

- Thanks.

- Customs! Pronto in the Saloon!

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Ready, Johnny?

- Half a second.

Just what the doctor ordered.

- What are you gonna tell teacher?

- The truth. It always pays.

- That's what you think.

- Come on, Johnny, let's get weaving.

I'm with you.

I've got nothing to declare, sir.

I've got nothing to declare, sir.

I've got nothing to declare, sir.

- How are you off for fags?

- I'm out.

- Take these two for me, will you?

- Sure.

I'm over my quota.

You're declaring three bottles of brandy.

For personal consumption?

Aye, on the premises.

Sailing out again Sunday.

Now, let's see - tonight, Saturday...

- Three bottles?

- One of them's already opened.

How much?

All right, go on.

Can'! leave you high and dry.

Thanks very much.

By the way,

how's yon boy of yours getting on?

- He's still studying.

- You should make him an engineer.

- No, the bridge for him.

- He'll come to no good up there.

- Name, please?

- Lambert

You're declaring nothing.

There's something I didn't put down.

Two packets of cigarettes,

- Is that all?

- Yes, sir.

- All right,

- Thank you.

Dan MacDonald.

MacDonald. 40 cigarettes.

What else have you got?

A cuckoo clock, a couple of cameras,

and a heart of gold.

Don't try that stuff with me.

Have you anything else?

- Silk stockings, perfume?

- Sorry, sir, I don't use it.

- Go on.

- No of fence meant, sir.

None taken.

Now get going.

I've nothing to declare, sir.

- Honest, sir, nothing!

- I never said you had.

- Picking up Sally at the office?

- Yeah, I suppose so.

- Don't fall over yourself, will you?

- What's she done now'?

It's not what she's done -

it's what she won't.

- Goodnight, ladies.

- Goodnight.

- Coming, Sally?

- Not for a moment or two.

You're wasting an awful lot

of your life on that boy.

- Tower Bridge?

- That's right. Upstairs only.

- Excuse me.

- Certainly.

No, please don't.

I'll hold the baby.

- Sure you don'! mind?

- Not a bit.

- Any more fares'?

- New Cross, please.

New Cross'? Thank you, was.

- Tower Bridge?

- No, New Cross.

- Hiya, Tiny.

- Hello, guv'nor.

Hello, Ethel.

How's my darling?

- Well, look what the sea's thrown up.

- Couple of lights.

- And a packet of fags.

- What's wrong with these?

- What, these?

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