Odd Man Out

CLOCK STRIKING

Hello, Grannie.

..After that, I should turn left and make your own way to the main street.

Any right turn will bring you to the back of the Northumberland Street Post Office.

-How was it, Johnny?

-Fine. The orders haven't changed.

-Weather's good.

-It'll snow later on, but we'll be back before that.

I've been telling the others, we'll go the way we planned.

Across Queen's bridge, down the main street, coming to Shaftesbury.

-CLOCK CHIMES QUARTER HOUR

-There's no hurry. There's time for a cup of tea.

Is the car all right?

-She's okay.

-Is it a nice, clean one?

-Hope it's got decent tyres.

-I picked a good one

-One day, YOU might have one.

-You never know.

-How much petrol?

-Three gallons.

-We might have to...

-We'll be back by five.

-I'll be on the bridge.

-I'll be at the salesroom.

-Got some tea?

-Everything settled?

-Yes, they're leaving soon.

-I heard.

-You hear everything.

-What I don't hear, I put together.

-Milk now.

Will he be coming back again? I know what's in your heart for that boy up there.

-Maybe you know HIS heart too.

-Och!

Did ye sell me coupons? I've no time to talk.

I want three bob for clothing ones. You can have the meat ones thrown in if you give me a few for sweets.

We're three managers coming to make a weekly report.

-What do they talk about?

-Exports. You'll work it out.

I'll be along now. There's nothing changed?

No, we'll be on time. When we give you the money, take it to Hannigan.

-Right.

-After this you needn't worry until your man comes out of prison.

-A slice of the party cake?

-It wouldn't go amiss.

Good luck, Maureen. We'd better be moving too.

I shall wait till you come back.

Nolan, Murphy. You've got to look like business men, you know.

I wouldn't wear that. I've got my coat.

Go easy, now.

Anybody who asks for it can have it.

Don't encourage them to ask. You haven't been mixed up in shootings before.

-Okay.

-See you later.

Good luck, boys.

Your heart's not in this job, is it?

I won't be sorry when we're back.

-You don't believe in it then?

-Yes, but this violence isn't getting us anywhere.

You, who were sentenced to 17 years for bringing guns to the dumps. You talk about violence?

In prison you have time to think. If only we could make our cause in Parliament and not the streets.

Look, Johnny...

..hiding in this house for six months since your escape,

isn't the right training for a job like this.

You were in prison eight months before that. It's over a year since you've shown your face.

You're not fit to do it. Let me go.

-Let him go, Johnny.

-Do I look soft then?

The men have noticed something.

You've changed lately.

They want me to go in your place.

Don't they trust me?

They trust you all right, but...

Dennis, I'm the leader of the Organisation in this city.

I've spent months planning the raid to get the funds for all the things we need. I've got my orders.

When I want your advice, I'll ask for it.

All right.

I'll wait downstairs.

-You haven't drunk your tea, Johnny.

-Don't worry about this business.

It'll go fine... Ah, tch!

Thanks.

-You haven't told me if you're remaining here when the job's done.

-I'll be back for a while.

-When the excitement ends, I'll make for the hills.

-Shall I come?

Of course, bring Grannie.

You know, you've been a great friend, both of you,

putting up with me while I've been hiding here.

Well, you know what I mean.

-Johnny, will you ever be free?

-Some day, perhaps.

I must go now.

Thanks.

Do I look like a business man?

Now, don't worry, Kathleen. We'll be back in no time.

Johnny, you've been stuck in this house for six months. You're not fit for it. Let Dennis go instead.

Will you be here when we come back?

Here we are now.

CITY CLOCK CHIMES

All right, you can lay off your work for a few minutes.

TAPPING

Make yourself comfortable. Put your hands down.

Ssh - shh.

WHISTLES THREE TIMES

Ssh - ssh.

Coalman! >

Have you not got these in yet?

WHISTLES

-ALARM BELL

-ALARM BELL

-I say! Stop!

-ALARM BELL

< Come on, Johnny!

Come on, quick, quick!

What's the matter with you?

Hold on! Who are you?

-GUNSHOT

-Get him into the car, quick!

GUNSHOT

-Look out!

-Get him in, man!

Pat, not so fast!

Wait till we get him in!

Pull him in, can't you?

Mind out, he's slipping!

Stop, Pat! Stop! Johnny!

Pull up, can't ye!

The whole crowd of us'll be lifted.

Back up, quickly!

-YOU get out and fetch him, then!

-He's dead.

You told me to hold the car.

Reverse! Reverse!

-Could we turn and go back?

-He'll cut down that street.

-Let's run back.

-No!

He'll be ahead of us. It's too risky to stay here.

If you'd only backed the car, Pat.

Here's the street now. Can you see him?

No, he'll make it straight to Kathleen's house.

Here come the flash-shots! To get Johnny.

Do I get a reward if I catch Johnny?

Live or dead?

Do you want my identification card?

I'm Johnny McQueen. All the police are looking for me!

You'll never catch me!

Murphy and Nolan must have let go of him.

When I looked around, seeing poor Johnny in the road,

before I could do anything...

-Why did you let go of Johnny?

-Who said we let go?

Can you deny it?

-When I made the turn...

-You took it too quickly.

-We told you to slow down.

-I did!

-When it was too late.

Ach! You were to blame!

Johnny was wounded. At the turn he hit his arm and let go.

You mean YOU let go!

-We kept telling you to stop!

-Ach!

Before we could get out, Johnny got up.

-You wouldn't get out...

-Enough!

­ Where's Johnny?

Well, that's the whole of it. They kept on shouting to pull up.

­ Have you come back without Johnny?

I'm handling this.

What do you know about it?

­ Look at them. Their own chief, and they left him!

We done the best we could.

Give me the facts, quickly. Maureen, bring some tea.

Tea? A dose of poison.

Oh, Donald, what a dream I had.

What an outing. I dreamt I'd escaped from prison

I dreamt I was robbing a mill, funds for the Organisation.

I wasn't feeling so good. I hadn't felt so good ever since I'd escaped from here.

After we'd done the job there was a fight, I shot a man.

Yes, I dreamt I shot at him... and I couldn't get onto the car.

Somehow, I couldn't get onto it.

That's right, I was wounded in my left arm.

I fell off...

I got up and ran...

Along streets...

Afraid...

Afraid I'd killed a man.

And then I came to an air raid shelter...

..Slumped down...

..Must have passed out.

That's all I want to know. There may be an enquiry.

-Why?

-We didn't finish it.

-That's poor thanks.

Am I to THANK you? Kathleen, get me some bandages.

-What are the bandages for?

-I'm going to look for Johnny.

-The police will be out in hundreds!

'Armed raid on mill, cashier killed, wounded assailant still at large.'

Killed! Poor Johnny. Heaven protect him.

Pat, Murphy, get to Headquarters.

-Go the back way.

-Dennis, may I go with you?

-No.

Go to Headquarters, tell them where I'm going.

-Will this deceive them, Dennis?

-They're looking for a wounded man. They might take me for Johnny.

-I'll give them a run.

-By yourself?

Too many would attract attention.

For a long time there's been no trouble. Tonight, the police will be everywhere.

-Take a few of the men with you.

-No.

-Take somebody you can trust.

-Finish it.

Dennis, let me come with you.

Why?

-It's something I want to do.

-For yourself.

Sooner or later the police will get him. Let me have him until then.

-As long as he lives, he'll belong to the Organisation.

-Always the Organisation?

-Yes.

Wait here in case he gets back before me.

-There's Grannie.

-Stay here.

POLICEMAN: May I see your identity card?

Thank you.

Identity card? Thank you.

POLICE WHISTLE

Come on!

Through here.

-Where are you taking us to?

-Teresa's house.

-There'll only be trouble.

-We'll stay till the road's clear.

-What about Headquarters?

-You try it!

-Pat, we're in trouble enough.

-Oh, for heaven's sake...

-I wouldn't trust her.

-You wouldn't trust nobody.

-Steps, like at the mill.

-You keep your mouth shut about that.

-Ah, Teresa, how are you?

-Pat, darling! And Murphy and Nolan! Come into the warm.

I'm away to my mother's, Pat. Sorry Teresa, I can't stay.

Ah, he was in a terrible hurry!

We've just dropped in for a minute.

You're not thinking of leaving without having a drink first?

There's plenty of time to eat...

Ah, for your own peace of mind, you'd better keep these handy.

In here, come on.

Somebody'll see us, Lennie.

< It's all right here, Molly.

No, I...

Now what's wrong?

I don't want to.

You said you would.

Yes, I know. But I've changed my mind.

Anyway Lennie, I've got a stye.

Where else can we go?

< You'll see, Lennie. We'll have a place of our own.

Lennie, there's somebody here.

No.

There is somebody.

Put it out! Clear off!

It's that fellow - Johnny.

Lennie, come on.

You'd better not get mixed up in this.

There was shooting. They got Johnny in the left shoulder.

We dragged him to the running-board but he fell off.

Aye. Wasn't I saying to Dennis that Johnny wouldn't be fit for it?

Have they found poor Johnny, or is he safe with friends?

Ah, he's safe enough.

-Is he still down near the mill?

-Aye. Dennis'll get a hold of him.

Dennis is it? No better man for a job like this.

-Drink up, Pat.

-Aye, all they'd give us was tea. Imagine...Tea!

-Where?

-Kathleen's house.

-A little music will cheer you. I won't be five minutes.

RADIO: Schubert's 'Unfinished' Symphony

You want to watch what we tell her.

Whatever she knows, YOU told her.

You told her about Dennis.

Ah! For heaven's sake, pipe down. Let a fellow take a drink in peace!

Get out!

Police Headquarters.

Inspector, this is Teresa O'Brien speaking.

I know Teresa like a bad sixpence, but she's as right as rain.

Plenty of dough too.

Here, have a smoke. Go on, she's on the house.

Oh..ah. Of course there's people says queer things about her,

but they say things about me too.

Town's full of jealousy.

Wait till you see now. She'll leave down a right good feed.

She's nothing but an old chancer, mixed up in every dirty game going. Smuggling, money lending...

Is that so now? You can sit there...

Maybe we shouldn't have come.

Take what's here and what else is to come, then we'd better be going.

You've said I'm agin the law. I'm proving to you that I'm willing to help the police.

I know there's a big reward, but I'm not thinking of that.

These boys have told me the whereabouts Johnny is. They're sending someone to look for him.

I wouldn't like any trouble in this house, Inspector.

..I see.

Well, in a few moments I'll do my best to get them out of here.

CLICK OF RECEIVER

-Somebody ringing the bell.

-What are you afraid of?

-Listen.

-I'm off.

-Don't be a fool.

Ach, let her come in. Put away that thing.

Can you do nothing without you've a load of booze inside you? Leave us a spoonful.

Put your coat on.

-If she starts any of her tricks, I'll make her pay.

-Let her try.

-When she comes through the door, I'll give her a right good fright!

-Go easy now.

-Sure.

I've just heard the police are heading this way. Go, before they surround the house.

If you don't go this minute, things will go terrible bad.

Stop flourishing them things. Must I tell you?

Out you go now. Run for it. There are three steps.

CAR DOOR SLAMS

Right you are, so. Come on!

VOLLEY OF SHOTS

Are they killed? I heard them run by, then there was shooting.

Get the place cleared.

You said on the telephone they were looking for Johnny McQueen. Where?

Go inside then. I'll join you.

Get in, sonny.

CHILDREN SHOUTING

I'm Johnny McQueen! Who are you?

Give him a kick! Go on, Johnny! Shoot him!

< Bang! Bang! >

Johnny's shot him!

Run, Johnny!

Hey, mister! Give us a penny.

Beat it!

-Go on, I'll call the police.

-There's no police round here.

-Have you not seen them?

-Give us a penny.

-There's none here now.

-They're looking for that fellow who killed at the mill.

-Did you see 'em?

-Give us a cigarette.

-They were here, but they've gone.

-Sure?

Did they find the man who killed the man?

- They'll never find Johnny! - Give us a penny!

Are you sure they didn't find him? Do you know where Johnny is?

< No, we don't know.

Did you see him?

Did you? The man?

Where was he?

In a house?

In a shelter?

Which one? Show me.

Take me to him. Be a good girl.

Show me.

Did the police take him away?

Did he run away?

Johnny?

-Did I kill that man?

-Can you walk?

-Did I ?

Can you stand up?

Ow - ahh!

Grip my arm.

Now, can you walk?

Come on, man. Come on!

That's fine. You're not too bad.

Come on.

SCREECH OF TYRES CAR DOOR SLAMS

Do you hear that?

They know you're down here. I'll draw them off to the left.

When you hear three shots... Are you listening?

-When you hear three shots, make for the house.

-It's a long way.

It's our only chance. You'll get through.

Wait for three shots. Your coast'll be clear, then be off.

Good luck.

Did I kill that fellow?

POLICE WHISTLE

WHISTLE BLASTS

Joe.

CONDUCTOR: Clear the platform. Right down the centre of the car.

Ah, go ahead and start her up again.

Pull the cord! Fares please!

DRIVER: The car's overloaded. Chuck that bunch off the platform!

Take your face outside!

­ Some of you can get out and push.

Here's the police.

Come on in and warm yourself.

­ Come on, get off the car.

VAN HORN

He's hit him!

-Are you badly hurt?

-We'll get help.

-I'll be all right.

-Come indoors.

We know all about first aid, we were in the A.R.P. Can you come in?

Maudie, I've got your umbrella.

-His arm's broken.

-Don't be so dramatic!

Fetch a basin and the kettle of water.

-His arm's broken, I'm telling you.

-Look here, who did the first aid, you or me?

-You failed the practical. Get the boiled water.

-You'll see.

Oh my goodness!

Can I stay here? It's quiet.

-Maudie.

-Uh huh?

-This fellow's badly hurt.

I told you his arm's broken.

-Oh.

-Help me off with his coat.

Can you...?

That's right.

There now, sit down.

-Scissors.

-What are you doing to that jacket?

-You shouldn't do it without asking. WHOSE jacket is it?

-The troubles you make!

I'm only warning you that it's HIS jacket.

-Look at your hands.

-What's wrong?

-Germs.

-Go and wash them.

-Fuss,fuss,fuss.

They said the air was full of germs.

Can you sit up?

I want to take your coat...

Maudie...

You see to it. Don't bring a doctor.

I shouldn't like to interfere with that.

We must get him to hospital.

Look at him.

-Help me up.

-We'll bring a doctor.

-No, help me.

-Just lay easy, rest.

I can't stay. They're waiting for me.

Get a glass of water.

Now listen, you've been badly hurt by that lorry.

-I must send for the doctor and ambulance.

-No, don't do that.

Is there someone we can fetch? Your wife, maybe...or friend?

If you send to her, she might.

If she could, she would.

Is it your wife, son?

-Who, then?

-Some friends.

-Where do they live?

I'll send Maudie for them. We're new to this town but we'll find them somehow.

I'll just slip on my coat.

Where do they live?

What's the address?

I can't bring them out tonight.

Why should I be the one to bring you in?

And what will my husband say?

Give us a hand up from this couch and I'll go.

Stay there.

What'll I do with you?

The papers said he was wounded and got away.

-You're right. It's him.

-Chief of the Organisation.

-Did that fellow die?

Rosie, what'll we do with him?

I can't hand him over to the police, not as he is...

-..lying there, near dead.

-No more can I, Rosie.

-There's a reward...

-£1,000.

-I wouldn't lay a finger on it.

-No more would I.

-DOOR LATCH

-There's Tom.

-What'll Tom do?

Tom'll do his duty. He'll not think of the reward.

Putting himself in the way of getting it.

Hello Rosie, bit late tonight. Got stopped by the police. This mill business.

Tom, there's something I've...

-We found this fellow outside.

-What's happened to him?

-Come here, I'll tell you.

Listen, we'd just been out a few minutes getting the rations...

Who IS that fellow?

-That's Johnny McQueen!

-I know.

-You can take him back and put him where you fetched him!

-We can't!

-Him lying in OUR parlour. How did he get here?

-He was laying on the road.

-Chief of the Organisation!

-It's what he is NOW, that matters.

What about the decent man he killed? I have no pity for those fellows.

-He's dying! Let me send Maudie for his friends.

-How would they get through the police?

-You wouldn't treat a dog that way!

-A dog is a FRIEND of man.

-He's not long for this world.

-Call the police then.

-Not letting a dying man have a bit of peace seems hard.

-It's sense.

-Sense is cruel sometimes.

-I respect the law, Rosie.

-All right, put him out. You're the master here.

Ssh!

Quick!

I'm going now. The thing is settled for you.

-What are you going to do?

-Open the door and I'll never trouble you again.

Here, hold on a minute.

Close the door when I've gone, and forget me.

-Rosie.

-What about..?

-Drop it in the drain. Rosie.

Good luck, lad.

Come on, hurry up. Here, nark it chum! It won't hurt.

You all right? Come on, Harry!

I think he's hurt. G'on! He's tight!

Let's have a sniff... You're right!

Ask him where he got it. Where did you get it, mate?

There's our tram!

Come on, get up!

Identity cards. What's the matter?

That chap trying to get out of town. I don't blame him!

- Not caught him yet? - We think he's out of the district.

- Who've you got in the back? - Huh, Johnny (!)

All right, Gin, on your way.

Get up!

-Peelers!

-Sit down.

-When they knock let them in but don't talk.

-Like some fool creature that hasn't any spirit.

-There's a gun upstairs. I better get rid of it.

-KNOCKING

POLICEMAN: We've orders to search the house.

HEAVY FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

-Who are you?

-I live here.

-Who occupies this room?

-My father.

-Wait downstairs.

It's a fine, brave sight you are, James.

They'll never think of searching me.

Where is he?

My father's out.

I wasn't asking about your father. I know they've been here,

-smoking cigarettes and drinking tea.

-I had friends in to see me.

The fellows who raided the mill, wondering how to find Johnny McQueen.

It was about Johnny?

-I can tell you nothing.

-You were making plans how you could find him.

-What do you want in this house?

-He's gone too far this time for you to help.

-Finish your work here and get out.

-We're not after him for taking a shot at us.

This time he has shot and killed a man. You know what that means.

-It's his concern.

-And yours.

-I'm not responsible for him.

-You're responsible for this house.

Now, I warn you if there's any evidence found here, it will go very hard with you,

-unless you help us now.

-What do you want me to say?

-I want the truth, that's all.

-You want to know where Johnny is.

-Mm hm.

I'm ready.

There's nothing upstairs. Take a look round here.

Stand up, old girl.

Give them to me, them's my sweets. All right, sit down.

Whose coat is that you're wearing?

-My father's.

-He hasn't lived here for two years.

-I put it round me when I'm cold.

-Are you often cold? You shouldn't be with the crowd always in the house.

These didn't help Johnny... Or Dennis.

All right, I'll join you later.

-You've searched and found nothing.

-I've found all that I came to find.

-The bandages and the jacket is it?

-More.

-There was nothing more.

There was. Something that you couldn't hide.

I'm not afraid because of that.

He belongs to the law now. It might be easier if you were to realise that.

If you don't, and you help him, you'll be in trouble.

Stay out of this business.

That wasn't a bad fellow. He spoke fair.

-Give it to me, Grannie.

-There was decency in him.

-The revolver.

-What he said was true.

-Let me have what I want.

Ah, sure you'll never find Johnny. I've seen men going out as he did, I've seen women go to look for them.

But they never found them. Sure where's the sense in your runnin' towards trouble?

Look at me there. That was me on my wedding day. I was 19 then and lovely as yourself.

I had the fine looks too. I had the boys admiring ME.

There was Hughie Fitzpatrick. He wanted to marry. He was a rebel. He was never seen again.

Did I go after him? No. I had my life.

And grand times I had with Frankie and the rest of them saying I was an angel o' God.

Grand times, thanks be to God.

And the voices of the fine boys singing the songs... And I had 11 childer, so I had...

Fine boys and girls, all of them.

Con and Frankie...

and the spirit of them...

GIN JIMMY: See you home, madam? Cab sir?

Cab sir...? Cab sir?

- See you home, madam? - Cab!

Right sir, yes sir.

There's somebody inside, Jack.

You've already got a fare!

I'll soon get the heads and tails of this.

-Out you get.

-Take your hand away!

-Oh, it's you.

-Did I drive you through the police?

-Carry on the way you're going.

-I can't!

I'm not for you. I'm not against you, but I can't afford to get mixed up... < Hey you!

- Get along there! - Yes, constable. Right away.

Come on, son. You'll be all right here.

If you get back to your friends, tell them Gin Jimmy helped you.

If the police catch you, don't mention my name, huh?

I saw you, Gin. Is he hurt bad?

You keep out o' this, Shell.

-He's got lots of his own crowd.

-But will YOU help?

-It's an awful risk, Kathleen.

-What time do you sail?

-After eleven.

-It's only eight.

-Where is he?

-I'm going to Father Tom's.

-If you do find him, don't bring him the way you came.

-Bring him by Dock Square.

-Good, I'll be here before eleven.

Out for a little walk, I suppose? Well, I'm glad you're keeping out of this business.

BAND PLAY: 'Hot Jazz'

DOOR SLAMS AND FOOTSTEPS

It's a nice place. I thought you might have stayed.

You're wasting your time. Father Tom can't help you with this.

-You're going in then?

-Yes.

Why don't you go home...? Go in if you want to.

But you're too late, miss.

Is Father Tom in?

He's with somebody still. Will you come in a moment?

-You came to ask about Johnny McQueen.

-Do you know him?

-I taught him.

I was expecting people to come enquiring about him. I've another visitor.

Poor man whose little bird is sick. We'd better hear him first.

-This is my other visitor - Shell. You're...?

-Kathleen Sullivan.

How are you, miss.

-Shell's got trouble with his bird.

-Do you see?

-It's a rare one.

-It's a budgie, there are thousands.

There are millions of men but there's rare ones. Now this fellow is a chief,

a devil, always making mischief.

Just like some fellows does.

-What's his name?

-Lukey and Tober, thems that I live with...the three of us,

we calls him Johnny.

Of course I must tell you, miss, this Johnny is what you'd call a menace to society.

That's why we has a rule that his cage door must be kept shut,

because there's other birds in my room. He can't stand them and they can't stand him.

-There's a sort of difference of opinion between them.

-The bird's almost human!

-How bad is he?

-He gets out of his prison... his cage, I mean, and off he goes.

-But he's back now. You have him?

-Tell us what happened when he got away.

Murder. D'you see his left wing? It's hurt.

-Ah, poor fellow!

-Sure he gets out and does mischief, killing one fellow in the struggle.

The one he killed, gave HIM a dig. There it is: the spot of blood.

How did you capture him again?

I got word from a friend and got my hands on the bird. Mind, he's hurt bad.

-How is he now?

-This corner that he's lying in,

it's not a place for him to sit up proper.

-Perhaps he's not long for this world.

-There's not a sound out of him.

Perhaps then it'd be better to let nature take its course.

Father Tom, I'd hate for the bird to slip out of me grasp.

I don't mind telling you, Father, that I want the bird because there's money on him.

-Ah, my son, it's a very hard world.

-It's fierce.

I know there's prayin' and all that, but if I don't take me chances I'd just starve, that's a fact.

-Mm. Poor fellow.

-What will you do? Where is he?

-I just want him out the corner, and to be able to put him right.

-And after that?

There's lots of people that would pay a grand price for Johnny.

-The police?

-I'm not referring to them. I'm thinking of HIS friends.

-Where IS he?

-Don't blame him. He's got to live.

-But he's not telling us where he is.

-He's in the corner.

If he knows where he is we must trust him. What price are you asking?

I could get a thousand for him.

Money wouldn't make you happy!

I'm only saying what I COULD raise if I had a mind to.

We'll get you a little something but not £1,000. It'd be a burden.

-First of all, where is he?

-Go and bring him to us.

That's what I was waiting to hear. But of course, it won't be... It won't be an easy job.

-No, but you'll try.

-I will, I will. You know, Father, I'm still wondering, how much?

-I'm a poor man, I've got no money.

-Ah, ah, that's bad.

-Maybe the young lady here, she could lend you a bit?

-I'm sure she couldn't.

Well, listen,

a fellow was telling me, that his Reverence the Pope is queer and rich, huh?

-Blather!

-Is that a fact?

It is, just blather.

Then how do you suggest that we settle this matter decent like?

If you like, I'll try to inspire in you a precious particle of Faith.

Faith?

Would it pay the rent for me and help me to get a pint of stout?

Shell, you and I are poor men. We must live the best we can. I've been poor longer than you have.

Bring back Johnny and I'll show you the way to get REAL riches.

We'll talk about the way to live. There'll be a fine reward for you.

It's still the bit of faith? What's the value in hard cash?

Trust me. Bring Johnny back and we'll settle it all.

Now, will you?

Aye, I will.

I will.

-Er, ah, no. No, I'll bring him.

-You stay here.

-Well, my child?

-Father...

When Shell returns, give Johnny to me.

-It's not for ME to give him...

-Why have him brought here?

-Shell says he's wounded,

I want to hear his confession and comfort his soul.

-And afterwards?

-I'll try to persuade him to give himself up.

-Father.

-What do you want me to do? Help take him back to the boys, so that he can kill more people?

So that I can take him away and be with him. You will never hear of him again.

-You couldn't hide him for long.

-I've done it before.

He's killed a man and he must pay the penalty.

Rather than that, I'd take his life myself.

Child, you mustn't say such things!

Why, Father? The law would do it for revenge. I only do it out of pity.

Have you thought what would happen to you?

-I shall go with him.

-You don't know what you're saying.

If he's arrested, I'll have to live while he is on trial,

while he's being executed and for all the years of my life.

Kathleen, there's a little glove for putting on the coals. Can you see it?

When people are in deep trouble, they often say to me they'll kill themselves.

They mean it at the time. When everything seems lost, God gives them courage to win.

-It's not for myself that I'm afraid.

-Why then?

I'm afraid he should die alone.

When men were against him, I protected him.

If I go with him, I can protect him again.

Listen, this life is nothing but a trial for the life to come.

You're being tested now, and if you wish to get real happiness for Johnny and yourself

you'll face your ordeal and win your own heaven.

You're wise and good, Father,

I want to listen to you but I can't.

I can't take it in.

I only know that what I feel is stronger than my religion, stronger than myself.

-Kathleen, where's your faith?

-My faith is in my love.

You have neither the power nor the right to do this thing.

I believe that what I intend to do is good.

Did you see him? Yes, keep your mouth shut.

Who is that? It's Johnny. Get on with your work.

Let Charlie chuck him out. What if his friends find out?

What'll we do? You carry on.

-Take this and get out of here.

-I need to stay and rest. I'll go when you close.

You're not going to rest here. Get hold of this.

Wasting good stuff. Come on, get out of here.

Shall we run him out? No, wait till closing time.

Shell?

Is that you, Shell?

Aye, but I'm going out immediate.

There y'are for you.

I'll see you later, boys.

-Ah, Shell dear.

-Lukey, ah, Lukey!

-I need you.

-Lukey, ah, Lukey!

Lukey! I have important... business matters, Lukey.

See, it's not right. I haven't got what I wanted.

-You're at it again...

-It's the eyes.

-Why don't you paint a nice jug, like the other fellows?

Sit down. It'll only take a couple of minutes.

It's ALWAYS a couple of minutes stretching to hours in this chair.

One day you'll die, Shell, but this picture will live.

Lukey, I have important business matters.

I know where Johnny McQueen is hiding.

I know where to lay hands on him. Lukey, he's hurt bad, he can't move.

-What's that?

-I went to Father Tom. And him and me agreed on terms.

Er, nothing definite, no promises. But you know, a rich thing,

a particle of something, very precious.

What have you been up to, you sneaking little rat?

Sure, there's hundreds of police out to get Johnny.

Where was the wrong in putting him clean into the gentle palm o' the hand of mercy?

-You!

-Ah, I only asked Father Tom.

Selling a human being, eh?

-How much did he offer?

-There was no exact figure mentioned.

-How much?

-Negotiations was left open.

I'm going to hit you hard, for trying to sell a man on the run.

Don't. I know where Johnny is. Let me whisk him over to Father Tom.

I'm going to hit you unless you bring him here for me to paint.

-What if his friends got to know?

-Afterwards you can do what you like with him.

-It'll take too long!

-Just the head and shoulders... There'll be something in his eyes.

-I don't know...

-Then I'll break your little neck.

-Let go of me while I think.

-Yes or no?

-I said yes or no?

-Well, well - yes.

If you don't bring him here, I'll hit you hard where it hurts.

If you DO bring him here, I may find good in you after all.

Now, I'll have everything ready...

You dirty little..!

-Shell !

-I'm not running any risks for the fun of putting up models for you, me boy!

Are there faces in the fire, Lukey?

Hundreds of them, Tober. Beautiful ones, ugly ones...

Smiling, glaring at me, men and women telling me things...

Shedding tears... But they don't stay.

Oh, Tober, if only I could get just one of them.

-Go and get yourself a drink, Lukey.

-Oh, thank you, Tober.

Johnny?

Johnny?

Johnny, I've fixed it for you.

Johnny.

Ah, Johnny!

CAR HORN

Look out where you're going!

Shell !

Have a drink, Shell.

-How's business?

-My best bird has flown.

-Too bad.

-I'm looking for him.

-What sort?

Mr Fencie, he's hurted in the left wing.

Do you think you'll find him on a dark, wild night like this?

I'm half way to him already.

-Is that so?

-Oh, I know rightly where he is at this minute.

-Why don't you catch him then?

-No hurry, no hurry.

He's in a corner. Can't get out.

-What would you do if you had him?

-Sure, I'd sell him.

He's a prize creature, wounded or sound.

Just suppose like, you didn't find him at all. What would you do then?

I'd go to the police, Mr Fencie.

I see. I wish you luck.

Would you give me a hand to get him away?

Wait here a minute.

-Large whisky.

-Hello Lukey, how's the art?

-Ah, listen to 'em all.

All about a man who murdered. You're all afraid of him. But I'm not. I'd face him.

-What then?

-I'd paint him. The truth of life and death.

-Like yours there?

-Beer money!

Hold on, who are you? What do you want?

..We must get him to the hospital.

Did I bring you through the police cordon?

You all right, chum?

MONTAGE OF REMEMBERED VOICES

CRY LIKE WOUNDED ANIMAL

There's that little rat.

Time, gentlemen please. Time...

You...

­ Come on, get out of here.

-Give me a couple of bottles, please.

-Where's the money?

-On my account.

Feeling quite tired (?) The damage will amount to about twenty-five quid.

-Well?

-I have no money.

-No, but plenty of talent for smashing up the place.

It's the police for you this time.

Last time, I forgave you. This time it's a little more serious.

But £25 ! I'm a painter not a publican!

-Pay up or go to prison.

-All right, have your revenge.

-No, I've got a proposition to make.

-Of course, a couple of pictures...

-No, a better alternative.

-What?

-The police or my proposition.

-I'm too busy to take six months in prison.

-Then it's my proposition.

Joe, tell Bill to bring his cab here.

What a pretty picture you've painted.

He's going to make good that mischief.

-But it's Johnny.

-It's him all right.

-How are you?

-I've ordered a cab for you.

-What do you want me to do with him?

-Get rid of him somewhere dark.

Here's ten bob for the cab.

Now, get him out from here. Give us a hand.

It'll be ten years if we're caught.

Watch that arm. He's for the road. >

Wait here.

-The cab is here.

-My beer!

FENCIE: See if there are any police about.

-Thank you.

-Lukey, come on outside.

-All right, all right.

-Come on.

Go on, go on.

-Go on, get him in there.

-Be careful with him now.

Come on, then, give us a hand. Get in, hurry up.

Take it away. Stop! Have you no manners?

Go on!

When I get you home, I'll give you a drink. And a friend of mine, he'll fix your arm.

Tober.

Ah, Tober.

Tober, is this serious?

When you were a student, you learned about things like this. Look, Tober.

Look, am I...? Am I hurt bad, eh?

-No.

-I-I-I thought I might have been.

Fish and chips, eh? Good nourishing food, Tober.

Ne'er a one for poor Shell. I...I'm desperate hungry.

You're a decent man, Tober.

Tober...Tober bad things happened.

You won't be cross, if I tell you?

-Say you won't, will you? Lukey was terrible cross.

-Well?

-Well, I-I-I found where Johnny Mcqueen was hiding.

-Go on.

And I...took... and I went to Father Tom.

-To get your dirty bit of profit.

-I have to live.

-Shell, you're foul.

Father Tom never said so. I told him that I had to live and he sort of agreed with me.

'Course, he has no fortune. But he hinted he had something else.

It's faith - precious particle... something he has by him. ..And that's what I've lost.

-It might have glorified your miserable soul.

-What does it mean, faith?

Only one man had it.

I wonder how Father Tom would have given me a bit of it. What is it, Tober?

It's life.

-I've got him. It's Johnny.

-Put him over by the fire.

-Oh, no.

It's his shoulder.

He's in a bad way.

Boil up some water quickly.

Clean out a bowl and bring it here, and bring that case from my room.

I know, all them silver scissors.

-What's this?

-All the other people I painted were living.

He's different. He's near death. He SEES it.

-He's dying. I don't need to be told.

-Wonderful thoughts are in his eyes.

-You madman!

-It won't take long.

-After this, he's going to hospital.

-But you know who he is?

-If he gets there soon, he might live.

You might say it's lost already. Patching him up to be tried and executed.

-I can't help that.

-The body may be dying, Tober, but the soul is still alive.

-Are you going to operate?

-Fetch a clean towel.

-Have you got the stuff that makes the smell in hospitals?

-Get them!

-You'll keep out of the light, won't you?

-Why do you do this?

-There's something to be said before he dies.

-About us all.

-I can see it.

-You might find something you don't understand.

-I understand what I see in him.

-What is it?

It's the truth about us all.

-Is that all?

-He's doomed.

-So are we all.

Is he really dying, Tober?

-We're all dying.

-Can't you fix him so he could walk home?

I'd see him safe along the road.

Shell, in my room is some brandy.

Aye, that'll give him the strength.

Father, it's an inspector. Where will I go?

You stay here. I'll see him downstairs.

Hello, Fred. I just wanted a few words.

I've a visitor upstairs. Do you mind the vestry?

I know what you've come for. A serious matter.

Johnny McQueen. Kathleen Sullivan was seen entering this house.

There's nothing against her? She's a dangerous woman.

She's been asking you to find Johnny McQueen. That's a crime?

A serious one. Would you say all men are bad?

In my profession, there is only innocence and guilt.

I've seen the bad in them and condemn that.

But what do we do when we find good in them? Shouldn't we recognise that?

I know what you're trying to say. This woman loves McQueen and asks for your help.

Like all the people here, they expect me to do miracles.

Father, I have my duty to do. Where is McQueen?

Out there somewhere.

- Is that all you have to tell me? - I wanted to see that man for a very good reason.

- Why? - I wish I could have seen him before his arrest.

- I wanted to comfort him. - You can't do that unless he's coming here.

I shall have the streets round here watched.

I'm not interfering, but I was wondering if there mightn't be a little mercy.

It's my duty to bring this man to justice.

That's the duty of all of us.

Father, it might be better if that young woman stayed here for a while.

You understand.

Goodnight.

The young lady said she couldn't stay. Where did she go?

She didn't say.

-Wait a little longer.

-Do you expect the tide to wait?

-By midnight the ship'll be grounded.

-He'll be at Father Tom's any minute.

-I can't do a thing after midnight.

-I'll get him before then.

Ah, you'd have been a great doctor, Tober, if only you'd finished your studies.

You'd have had a top hat, a big house and the rich customers coming to you to be cured.

You wouldn't have to get out o' bed until maybe ten in the morning.

Easy now, easy.

He's ready for hospital now, Lukey.

He'd better rest a bit longer.

-He must have a blood transfusion.

-Why?

-It might save his life.

-He's not fit to be moved.

-Your infernal painting!

-Do you think I dressed his arm...

-The pot calling the kettle black.

You fellows are not caring a pin - yammering about his body and soul!

'He has an immortal soul!' 'He must go to hospital!' Make up your minds quick!

Do you think I dressed his wounds just so you could paint him?

You only fixed him up so that when you get him to the hospital you'll be proud of what you've done.

MONTAGE OF FAMILIAR VOICES

..I will not allow him to die in that chair...

..When he's fit, they'll pass him onto the police...

..Do you expect me to hide him?

..It won't take me much longer.

Have you ever heard tell of Father Tom?

-Father Tom, the old priest at St. Catherine's?

-That's him.

-Where is he?

INAUDIBLE VOICE

Tell me, Father, like you used to tell us.

Louder, Father, I can't hear you.

Look.

We've always drowned your voice with our shouting.

We never really listened to you. We repeated the words without thinking what they meant.

But I remember... when I was a boy...

I remember...

'When I was a child I spoke as a child.

'I thought as a child I understood as a child.

'But when I became a man, I put away childish things.'

'Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels and have not charity,

'I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.

'Though I have the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries and all knowledge

'and though I have all faith so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity...

'..I am nothing.'

-He's mad. He's out of his mind.

-He's delirious. I'm going to fetch an ambulance.

Old Father Tom is waiting for you.

And there's a young lady named Kathleen with him.

Would you get as far as Father Tom's if I gave you a hand?

Shell !

Come on now, you're doing fine. Step it out, that's the man.

That's right, that's right, son.

-Show me the way.

-Right, Johnny, right I will. Come on now.

That's right. Come on, Johnny, come on.

That's right, you're doing fine.

Come on!

Stay there, Johnny. You see, as I was saying...

And this fellow said to me, if you bring the bird... Come on, Johnny, come on.

Come on.

It's all right, Johnny.

Johnny, listen to me. You stay here. I'll get past the police.

I'll bring Father Tom to you. Stay there, Johnny.

It's a hardy old night, Sergeant.

-Where is he?

-I left him safe.

-But where?

-Just before the square. We couldn't get any further.

-Take me there.

-But the police... I have to leave a message.

Will you tell Father Tom we've gone to the square?

Me shoe lace is busted!

Me shoe's come off!

A sock full of snow and ice.

Johnny!

Kathleen.

Is it really you?

Come to me and see.

I can't.

If you ARE real, stretch out your hand to mine.

What do you want with me? Go back to life and peace.

-I'll stay with you, my love.

-Hold up your head, don't cry.

SHIP'S SIREN

That's our chance. Will you take it with me?

-Is it far?

-Keep hold of my hand.

-Father Tom, me shoe came off.

-Where is she?

-She went on.

-Which way?

-Kathleen, where are you?

-It's all right, Johnny, I'm here.

Is it far?

It's a long way, but I'm coming with you.

We're going away together.

TWO SHOTS IN RAPID SUCCESSION FOLLOWED BY VOLLEY

There's their gun, sir.

Two shots fired.

< Yes, sir, that's when we had to fire back.

SHIP'S SIREN

Subtitles by Malcolm Smith BBC - 1988