The Informer

THEY SING

HE MOUTHS

MELANCHOLIC COUNTERTENOR: # The pale moon was rising

# Above the green mountain

# The sun was declining

# Beneath the blue sea

# When I strayed with my love

# To the pure crystal fountain

# That stands in the beautiful

# Vale of Tralee

# She was lovely and fair

# As the rose of the summer

# Yet it was not her beauty alone

# That won me

# Oh, no, it was the truth

# In her eye ever dawning

# That made me love Mary

# The rose of Tralee. #

Gypo!

Ah, don't look at me like that, Gypo.

You're all I got.

You're the only one. You know that.

But what chance have we to escape?

Money! Some people have all the luck.

Look at that thing handing us the ha-ha.

"£10 to America."

£20 and the world is ours.

-What are you saying that for?

-What? £20?

-What are you driving at?

Gypo, what's the matter with you? £20 - it might as well be a million.

Well, go and get your £20 from that scud I threw in the gutter!

Well, Gypo, too good for me, eh? Let me tell you - you're no better than any other man.

You're all alike!

But, Katie, I didn't mean that.

-Go along with you and your fine principles. I can't afford 'em!

-Katie!

Throw a light in there, lads.

Paddy's not out tonight, boys.

Don't you know me, Gypo? Ah, I don't wonder that you stare.

I'm lucky to be finding you here.

What is it? What're you starin' at?

Nothing, Frankie. You came up to me so...suddenly.

I guess I'm getting jumpy.

Finding out there's a price on my head... £20 - so that's all I'm worth!

Six months is a long time, my boy, to be on the run.

Sleeping out on the hills, freezing to death...

..and no decent grub.

So I says to meself, "I'll sneak into town and I'll see me mother,

"and I'll duck right out again." And here I am. Did you deliver my messages?

And what did my mother say?

She blessed the saints you're alive, followed me out crying and put half a quid in me hand for you.

Well, I was that hungry meself I spent it.

You big lubber, that was her way of giving it to you. She likes you, Gypo, the Lord knows why.

What's come over you? What are you gawkin' at?

-Is there something queer about me?

-No, Frankie.

You see, I've been court-martialled.

Man, what for?

You remember the time they killed Quincannon?

We drew lots for it and I got the short match.

Well, I took him out in a lorry and he begged for his life.

I couldn't do it, Frankie, not in cold blood.

-Besides, he swore he'd desert if I let him go.

-And you believed him.

-What did Commandant Gallagher say?

-Oh, he nearly had me plugged when I went back to report.

Then they threw me out of the organisation.

Ah, you poor fathead! Think of all the jobs we've pulled off together,

the scrapes we've come through.

We were a great pair, with your muscle and my brain.

When we got in a tight place, it was me that found a plan and thought of a way out.

I leave you alone for a minute and you get in trouble! I'm your brain.

I looked you up first thing to find out if the Tans were still watching my mother's house.

-Is there any guard in the house?

-Not since Christmas.

Well, I'm off. If I get a chance to see Gallagher, I'll put the word in for you. Up the rebels!

BELL TOLLS

Carry on.

Yes?

Well, I...

-It's like this...

-Speak up! What do you want to say?

-I want claim the £20 for Frankie McPhillip.

-Frankie McPhillip?

ENGINES START

Let's go!

CLOCK TICKS

Mary, the bread's that fresh I can't cut it.

Look at the crumbs it's making.

Oh, me boy, me boy!

-Mother! Mary!

-Frankie!

-Praise be to God, you're back!

-Save your praises for this fog. It's the best friend I have this night,

dodging down dark streets to get here.

I'd have walked down the middle of a carnival street to glimpse you.

Sandwiches, me son, sure you must be starvin'!

-Frankie, you shouldn't have come.

-What a long face for a sister.

I'm in with the fog and out with the fog. Nobody'll be the wiser.

-You're sure nobody's seen you?

-Just my pal Gypo Nolan, to find out if there was a guard here.

Have a nice cup of tea. Do all your talking afterwards.

Guards, get the front door! To the door!

You guards, over here.

LOUD BANGING

-No!

-No!

-Stay where you are! Out of the way!

-KNOCKING

-Stay back! Stay back! I'll try to escape.

-Frankie!

-Where's McPhillip?

-He's not here.

SHOUTING

Mary, get out of the way and let me shoot!

Agh-h-h-h-h!

PHONE RINGS

Yes? ..Yes.

Right.

McPhillip was killed trying to escape, sir.

£20. You'd better count it. ..Show him out the back way.

TAPPING

Whiskey.

Oh-ho, there's a lot of things I'D like if I could afford it.

Night.

(I've got to have a plan.)

(I've got to have a plan.)

(Oh, Gypo, I'm your brain. You can't think without me.)

(You're lost, you're lost.)

-Whatcha wanna be sneakin' up behind a man for?

-I was looking for you.

I'm sorry I blew up on you like that - out in the street, I mean.

Ah, Gypo, you know I love you. You're the only one. You know that.

Sometimes I get so crazy I don't know what I'm doing.

-I've got it! I did it for you.

-You did what?

You forgot your change, me boy-o.

Gypo, where did you get that money?

Look at it. And not an hour ago you hadn't a penny to warm your pocket.

-Did somebody die and leave you a pot of gold?

-What are you saying that for?

-Did you rob a church or what?

-That's it.

-You mean...? You mean you robbed a church?

-Oh, Gypo.

-No! No, it wasn't a church.

-It was a sailor off an American ship.

-Ssh!

-Not so loud.

-I went through him at the back of Cassidy's pub.

-He was drunk, and if you say a word of it, you'll get me into trouble.

-What do you take me for?

-An informer?

-What are you talking about informing for?!

-Gypo!

-Don't say things like that!

-What's the matter here?

It's all right, Barry. Let him alone. He didn't mean any harm.

Oh, come on - let's get out of here.

Come up to my room. There's a nice warm fire. You'll be all right.

You don't want any more of that. Let's be getting in the car. ..All right, Jeffy. ..Ah, no, Gypo!

Oh!

Gypo, you gave him a pound note!

I forgot something!

They'll be wondering why I'm not there already.

# The minstrel boy to the war has gone

# In the ranks of death you'll find him

# His father's sword he has girded on

# And his wild harp slung behind him

# Land of song said the warrior bard

# Though all the world betrays thee

# One sword at least

# Thy rights shall guard

# One faithful harp

# Shall praise thee... #

It is the work of an informer.

Surely. It is the work of an informer.

MOURNERS MURMUR PRAYERS

THEY SAY THE ROSARY IN GAELIC

Oh, Frankie!

-SHE SOBS Frankie!

-Don't cry, Mother.

-SPEAKS LOUDLY:

-I'm sorry for your trouble, Mrs McPhillip.

What are you shoutin' for? Don't you know there's a wake going on?

Ah, let him alone, Bartly. Sure he was a FRIEND of my dead boy's.

All the same, he should show more respect...for the dead.

Leave 'em alone!

Sure, I was only going to give them back to you, Mr Nolan.

-I swear by all that's holy, I warned him to keep away from this house.

-There's no-one suspects YOU.

Sure, that's right, Gypo. MURMURS OF AGREEMENT

You've been very good to me, Mrs McPhillip.

I'm sorry for your trouble.

Gypo! Gypo! Gypo!

What are you hurrying for?

-What makes you think I'm in a hurry?

-Don't get your rag out.

It's a free country. A man can ask questions, especially of an old pal.

-Are you workin' now?

-NO!

Don't be shoutin' at me like that. You can't blame Bartly and me for taking a friendly interest,

seeing as how you were one of us once. You're in no need of money.

Oh! Bartly!

-What are you up to?

-He suspects me.

-Of what?

-I never said anything...

-Liar! Both of ya did!

Bartly Mulholland, Tommy Connor - you're Gallagher's right-hand men.

-Are you mad? People are listening.

-Don't accuse me, then.

-Come on.

-NO!

-Gallagher wants to see you.

-Well, I'm not going.

-He won't eat you.

-Is it afraid of the Commandant you are?

-I'm not afraid of the finest man that was ever whipped.

-Come on.

-Keep your hands off me... Come on.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Captain Mulholland, sir.

Gypo Nolan.

Well, Gypo, you don't seem glad to see me.

-You've got a grudge against me. Why?

-Ah!

There isn't a thing I wouldn't do for you, Dan Gallagher, and you had me court-martialled and expelled.

You disobeyed orders and endangered the organisation.

Only for me, you wouldn't have got away as easily. Others wanted to give you this.

Forget that.

We've something on hand that's as much your business as ours.

Frankie McPhillip was your pal, wasn't he?

I want your help, that's all.

This is the job of an informer. We have to get him.

-If you don't help us, people might think...

-It isn't that!

Look here, Commandant, it's how, er... It's... Oh, I don't know what I'm doing.

-What's the matter?

-The last six months I've been starving!

I've been living hand to mouth, on what I could borrow from sailors and dockers. I've got no clothes.

I've got no money! I've got nothing!

Look here, Gypo, I'm going to make a fair deal with you.

You put us all in a very dangerous position. We'll call that quits and reinstate you, on one condition -

-that you find the man that informed on Frankie.

-You mean that?

-I do.

Put it there, Danny me boy! Put it there. What did I tell you, Bartly?

There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you, Dan!

Can we have a drink on that?

Let's have a little drink on that.

Have a drink on the Commandant, Tommy.

Bartly, me boy, this is for you.

There.

Ah, that's fine.

The true stuff.

Ah...

-SLURRED:

-Danny, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you.

It's nice to be friendly. I'd go through fire and water for you.

Who informed on Frankie McPhillip?

I'll tell you.

-It was that rat Mulligan! Mulligan?

-Mulligan the tailor?

As sure as you were born!

How do you make that out?

I'll tell you, Commandant. I didn't like to say it meself.

A man can't be too sure about a thing like that.

-But as you said it yourself, and the way you put it...

-Hurry up, man. Make your statement.

Ah, that's fine stuff.

-Why didn't I think of that before?

-Think of what?

-It was the grudge.

-What grudge?

-The grudge... The grudge...

-..that Mulligan had on Frankie.

-About what?

Ah, it's a long, long story.

-It's a long story. There's another little drink in the bottle.

-Take it.

-You eradicated the bottle!

-Tommy...

Out with it - what grudge are you talking about?

-Do you remember his sister Susie?

-Whose sister?

-Why, Mulligan's!

-What has she got to do with it?

-What has she got to do with it?! Why shouldn't she?

(Wasn't she in trouble?)

-And wasn't Frankie the boyo that was named?

-I never heard that.

Well, it's true anyway.

Well, here...

Figure it out for yourself.

That's why Mulligan informed.

That's why Mulligan informed.

Hey, I saw him going to the headquarters tonight.

-What time?

-What time?

Half past six.

Well...

-Are you taking me back, then?

-If your statement checks out.

-There'll be a court of inquiry at 1.30am at the ammunition dump. ..You pick him up.

-Right, Bartly!

-You'll find me down at Katie Madden's.

-Right.

-I'll see you boys later. ..Bartly.

-Show him out.

It's him, Dan. I'd stake me life on it. He did it.

-He's drunk.

-Drunk, is it? It's a wonder he can walk at all.

-Tell me - how is Mary taking it?

-Her heart is dying inside of her, Commandant, but you'd never know it.

She's waiting for you, Dan. Look, it could be God's own mercy for you to go and see her.

One thing is certain - we must destroy this informer.

I don't believe it was Gypo. He was Frankie's friend and had no motive.

It may be Mulligan, but I doubt it. But we must find him tonight. One traitor can destroy an army.

-It's his life against ours. Got it?

-Yes.

-Keep on Gypo's heels like glue.

-Find out all you can.

-Right.

-Tommy, find Captain Conlon. He's to mobilise his company and round up Mulligan.

-Right.

LAUGHTER

Come along, it's closing time!

Time now! You hear what he said.

Ha-ha! Gypo!

Enough! Shake hands with Gallagher's right hand.

Come on.

SINGS DRUNKENLY

-What are you looking at me for?

-I'm not looking at you.

You're a liar... You're a liar!

I can see you looking at me.

Ah, you're a drunken...

CROWD GASPS

Break it up! Break it up!

What d'you think you're doing? I saw you hit that man. You'll have to...

CROWD: Oooh!

Will you look at the two of them? Lying there, sweet and peaceful.

And, gentlemen, there's the hand that rocked the cradle.

Me old Gypo!

LAUGHTER...WHISTLES BLOW

Run, Gypo, run!

WHISTLES STILL BLOWING

Rough up a policeman, did you? I had nothing to do with it!

I want to get me pipe and me hat. I paid 3/- for that pipe!

Let me get me pipe and me hat!

Ah, Gypo, me old son! CROWD CLAMOUR

Gentlemen, I have an announcement.

With my own eyes, I saw Gypo knock the scrapper Mulloney flying across the road!

CROWD: Who is he? Gypo Nolan - strong as any bull.

Didn't you ever hear of him? I'll tell you who this boy is, he's a king. King Gypo, am I right?

Used to be pals with Frankie McPhillip who was shot tonight!

UPROAR

When you mention the dead, you might add - may the Lord have mercy on his soul.

Did you hear what he said? May the Lord have mercy on his soul.

He died fighting to be free. Every man here should do the same thing.

And I'll do it when my time is called and so will King Gypo.

-Am I right, Gypo milord?

-Right.

OUTCRY

Quiet! Quiet!

Quiet, everybody. Gypo, you have the floor.

I want... I want...everybody to come and have some fish and chips with King Gypo.

CHEERING

SOMEONE WHISTLES A JIG

Silence! Quiet!

Silence! "Quiet," he said. ..QUIET.

Proceed, Gypo.

-Come on! It's all on Gypo!

-Hear that? You're all guests of King Gypo. ..Right?

Right. And before long I'm going to be the cock of the walk round here,

me and Commandant Gallagher. It's a secret.

D'you hear that? It's a secret.

Come on, chuck 'em out. Every man jack - I'm paying for the lot.

It's a lot of people. But they're a lovely crowd.

And every Tom and Julie is a friend of Gypo's.

Now get busy. Here, this'll pay for the lot.

Hear that? He's gonna pay for it. CROWD GASPS

Blimey! Two quid! Come on, let's let them have it.

Now, ladies first, ladies first.

Come on, boys - fish and chips. Get in there!

Come on! Let's go. I don't want any.

Leave me alone! Get back or I'll smash you.

It's a fight you're looking for! Is it a fight you're looking for?

Hold my hat.

-Now, let me at him.

-W-What's the trouble?

Bartly, me boy! Leave him alone. He's a friend of mine. Get inside!

Lay a hand on me friend?!

Come on, man. Come and have some grub.

I'm in a hurry, Gypo, but I'll see you at one o'clock.

-You know where I mean.

-Sure, me boy, sure.

Ha-ha, it's a fine night! The finest night of me life!

GYPO!

That reminds me - there's somebody waiting for me.

You know what I mean.

-Good night, all!

-Gypo! Gypo! Wait for me. Wait!

# Of all the boys That wear the green He is me darling-o

# In every fight he will be seen For he is me darling-o

# Me darling-o, me darling-o Me rattlin' darling-o

# Of all the boys that wear the green, he is-s-s-s

# Me darlin'-ohhhhhh. #

Ah, Gypo, you have a sweet voice, a sweet voice.

Listen.

SILENCE Even the birds are still.

Where are you taking me to? I've got to get to Katie's.

There you go talking about Katie and we having a fine little jamboree.

Now, don't worry about your little Judy.

Hey! What're you do...?!

You big stiff! You're as drunk as a fiddler's dog.

You think you're a king, do you? You're a big lump of beef, that's all you are!

You're drunk and your last penny is spent and I have no further use for you, Mr Gypo Nolan, ipso facto.

And another thing...

Oh... Holy... Where did you get it, Gypo? There's enough there to choke a horse.

And me joking you about it a few minutes ago!

Gypo, me boy, you're a king and a descendant o' kings, and I'll fight and die for you when the time comes.

There's me hand on it - the hand of a man that's loyal and true. Am I right, Gypo?

-Come on, I'm going to find Katie.

-And I'm the boy to lead you to her.

She's a lovely girl, Gypo, a lovely girl. You should be proud of her.

-Come on, don't waste the whole night on it!

-I say it's not the place!

Are you trying to insinuate that I'd lead you astray?

Lead King Gypo astray? Never! Up the barricades first and die like a man.

-I don't know where I'm at.

-You're in front of Aunt Betty's, the finest shebeen in town.

LAUGHTER AND MUSIC Your little Katie is inside. Can you hear her laughing and singing?

Open up, or I'll put me fist through the door!

MUFFLED: What d'you want? Open up and find out!

Open wide up or I'll smash you!

Oh, you will, will you?! Gypo, show him!

< Up the rebels!

PIANO MUSIC AND CHATTER

MUSIC STOPS

-What do you want?

-What does he want(?)

Don't be disrespectful to Gypo, or you'll have me to settle with.

Oh, shut your gob! What do YOU mean, breaking in here?

-I'm looking for Katie Madden.

-You won't be finding her here!

UPROARIOUS LAUGHTER >

Come back, Gypo.

Come on and face them like a man.

Oh, get out! Get out! Throw them out! Throw them out!

Now... Get them out of here!

You're in the wrong place, my man.

Can't you see we're having a party? Get out before I throw you out!

Katie.

My name isn't Katie. What is it you want?

-That's what I'm asking!

-What do you suppose he wants? He wants a drink!

You'll get no drink here, you...social climber! Go back to the gutter!

Don't talk to us like that, and don't be looking down your nose, you old squint!

I suppose you think we've no money. Well, we have lashings of it! Am I right, Gypo?

-What did I tell yous?

-Give everybody a drink.

-I'm calling for drinks for the house!

-Glasses for everybody!

HUSHED PRAYER

-Oh, Dan!

-Mary, darling!

Oh!

You shouldn't have come here. What if the Garda come back?

It's all right, dear.

Poor darling. I know how you feel

and there's nothing I can say except that...well, I wish it could have been me instead of Frankie.

If I lost you, I would want to die.

Poor Mother...

When is this trouble going to end -

this killing and more killing?

It's hard on you women, I know. You're braver than we are.

-I'm sorry.

-I love you, Mary.

-I love you, Dan!

I must ask you some questions... about Frankie. May I?

Of course.

There must have been an informer. You know that.

He knows enough to destroy us all.

I'm not thinking about myself. It's the organisation.

-You know that.

-I know that, dear.

I have to find that informer.

Tell me, did Frankie think he was followed when he came home?

-No, he was sure he wasn't!

-Had he spoken to anybody?

-Nobody!

Only Gypo Nolan. He had to see if there was a guard on the house.

-Where?

-Let's see... The Dunboyle House, I think he said.

Hmm, I see.

-Did he mention a man named Mulligan?

-No, I'm sure not.

We're holding a court of inquiry at 1.30. Can you come?

-I need you.

-If you need me, I will.

I'll come back for you. Can you slip out the back way?

Oh, Dan, Dan! What should I do if anything happened to you?

What happens to you happens to me!

SHE SOBS

KNOCKING

Commandant, the patrol is in the neighbourhood. You'd better hurry.

FROM INSIDE: # ..like fairy gifts fading away

# Thou wouldst still be adored

# As this moment thou art

# Let thy loveliness fade as it will

# And around the dear ruin

# Each wish of my heart

# Would entwine itself verdantly still. #

I forgot something.

I gotta be going.

-Gypo!

-Gypo!

Come on back now. I'll get you a nice drink.

I'll sing you another song.

-You only tolerate him because of his money.

-Watch what you're saying!

I know you hate me, simply because I'm not coarse, because I'm...

No, I hate you because you're a stuck-up, ignorant person!

LAUGHTER

I should have gone to the police...

Police? None of that talk.

-Keep away from them. What do you want the police for?

-I want to get back home.

Where's your home?

It's... It's near London.

-Now, listen, Gypo, be careful... Don't do anything you'll regret.

-How much would it cost to get back?

There, there's your fare.

Five pounds?! What are you after doing, Gypo?

Don't be afraid. Go home. Keep the money. Go on...

But keep away from the police.

You're a good man. A good man!

LAUGHTER Five pounds?!

-On me immortal soul, Gypo...

-That's all right, dearie.

She owed me four pounds for board and lodgings. Who'll pay me that?

Oh, shut your gob, and not another word!

Listen, Gypo, don't start this again...

Two and five is seven,

and four is eleven.

Eleven pounds...

Ladies and gentlemen, you've seen the wonders of our generosity, money scattered like snow.

Now I want you to drink a health to King Gypo, as brave as a lion and strong as a bull.

I'd go through fire and water for him and he'd do the same for me.

From now on, whenever you see one of us, you'll see the other, or vice versa, as the case may be.

-Am I right or wrong, Gypo?

-Right.

- So, drink to the friendship... - Shut up!

And who, may I ask, has the impertinence to tell me and Gypo to shut up?

Quiet!

Make way there. Make way!

Pardon me, me boy!

-Have a drink.

-Come along, Gypo. It's time to go.

Ha-ha! Be off with you! Who are you to be giving me orders?

Bash him! Who does he think he is?

I said shut up!

They're not my orders. They're Gallagher's.

And you'd better be careful about disobeying them.

-You're right, Bartly. Is it one o'clock?

-It is.

I know who they are. They're with the Republican Army!

-Who's going to pay me for that last round of drinks?

-Come on, let's go.

You ought to be thrown into the Liffy for serving liquor after hours - on a Holy of Obligation!

Not so fast, you little snake! YOU can pay for the drinks.

Listen, Aunt Betty, you're a lovely, quiet, little woman and if you'd only give me till tomorrow...

Tomorrow, is it? ..McCabe!

McCabe!

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

I have a queer feeling there's going to be a strange face in heaven in the morning.

< Gypo!

Katie! Katie!

-I've been looking for you. Where've you been?

-In my digs. I waited for you. Why didn't you come?

What's wrong, Gypo? Where are they taking you?

Oh, Katie, it's all right, it's all right. Don't you worry.

Gallagher's taking me back...

-Shut up, Gypo! Come on!

-Hey!

-Come on!

-Where...

-Gypo!

Will you stop...? Leave your hands off me, will you?

-Hey, do you remember the £20 I was talking about?

-The £20?

I got it! I got it for you!

I got it for you!

£20!

-£20...

-Come on! That's enough talking!

Come on!

GYPO!

All right, sir.

Attention!

Our case is prepared, gentlemen.

< SHOUTING

Let me alone!

Hello, boys! Here I am!

I can fight the best six men that ever walked the earth. Come on!

Danny. Danny, me boy...

You and me, we can sort them out.

What's up with your eye, Bartly?

-He got me riled. I gave him that...

-Sit down.

-Come on.

Give me my hat, will you? There's my hat.

Bartly, me boy...

Bartly, me boy...

Mulligan!

What brings you here?

Man alive, you ought to be in bed!

It's not right for a sick man to be out.

Dan, I...

Listen, men...

I had a drop drinking before I came here

and didn't know what I was saying,

but...now I remember!

That's the one that informed on Frankie McPhillip!

I saw him and he knows it.

It's a lie! It's a lie!

I swear, I never left the house except to go the chapel for prayers.

Ha-ha-ha, me fine boyo!

-It's easy for an informer to be swearing oaths.

-It's a lie! A lie!

Sit down, Gypo!

Sit down.

-Peter Mulligan, do you recognise the authority of this court?

-I do. Heaven knows I do.

Stand there and tell the court your whereabouts from noon today.

Gentlemen, could you find no better man to arrest and carry off than me,

that's having to work me hands off

-a-tailoring in a basement so damp that I've caught me death of cold?

-Start at noon. Where were you?

HE SIGHS At noon, I was lying in me bed.

I had a bad pain in me side from the bronchitis and I had to stay in bed.

Then, at one o'clock, the old woman gave me a cup of tea and an egg.

I couldn't eat the egg, and it was a good egg too.

I had to get up then on account of a suit to be made for Mick Foley.

-It's got to be ready by Friday, because his daughter's...

-Never mind about Foley's daughter.

Hear what he says? Mulligan, make a clean breast of it!

It's not for me to condemn you, Gypo. Maybe you're not responsible.

Why, blast you!

-What do you mean?!

-Sit down, Gypo, and keep quiet!

Do you think I'll sit down...?

-Bartly, me boy...

-Shut up!

Continue, Mulligan.

Well, I worked hard till about half past three or quarter to four.

Then Charlie Corrigan came in and said his brother was out of prison.

"Where is he?" says I. "Upstairs." So we went up and talked over a cup of tea till about six o'clock.

I remember I heard the Angelus beginning to strike,

and me on me way down the stairs, because I stopped to cross myself.

Then I run down, put on me overcoat - the same one, it was -

-and I went out to the chapel...

-How far is the chapel from your house?

Maybe a hundred yards, maybe more.

If you go round the corner, it's less, but the long way...

Let's say 100 yards, took three minutes. How long did you stay?

I stayed there till about half past six and then I stayed outside the door talking to Father Conroy for...

-Did you talk to anyone else?

-After I left Father Conroy,

-I met Barry Kerrigan...

-Near the chapel?

It must have been within 50 yards. If you're going to be measuring...

Then you couldn't have been near the headquarters about six o'clock?

Heaven forbid! I hope to die right here if I was.

-You liar!

-Sit down.

-He's a liar, Bartly!

-Shut up!

-Tell us what you did after you left Kerrigan?

-I went back to the house and did more work till about eight,

then I felt the pain again and went to me bed...

till three men, under Mr Connor there,

bundled me into a cab without a by-your-leave, like a criminal!

Did you bear anyone a grievance? About your sister Susie, I mean.

Me sister Susie, is it? Sure, me sister Susie's name is Mary-Ellen.

For the past 28 years, she's been living in Boston, Massachusetts.

-She's the mother of eight children.

-That's enough!

-It is that.

-Did you bear any man a grudge?

-I bear no man a grudge.

-You had no grudge against Frankie McPhillip?

The Lord have mercy on him. Why?

I hope his sorrows are over him.

I swear on me immortal soul, Miss McPhillip,

I bore no grudge against him.

-Kerrigan.

-Yes, sir.

-Did you meet Peter Mulligan about half past six?

-I did, sir.

-Sure about the time?

-I'm certain. I was at...

-As you were.

-Yes, sir.

Bartly, Bartly, Bartly...

You'll be taken home in the car.

I'm sorry this had to happen. For the present, this may help you.

Good night, Mulligan. Show him out, Kerrigan.

Hey! Wait a minute!

Now, Gypo, suppose you tell us what YOU did with your evening?

-What's it to do with you?

-Won't you tell us what you did after meeting Frankie at the Dunboyle house?

-It's a lie!

-I'm sorry, Mary. Will you repeat what Frankie told you?

He said that he met him at the Dunboyle house.

He said he had to make sure there was no guard on our home.

-Is that true, Gypo? If not, why did you shout out that you'd warned him to stay away?

-That's what I did.

You did see him, then?! Why did you lie about Mulligan? Were you drunk?

Well, I-I...

I'd taken a drop...maybe two. I...

What did you do after leaving Frankie?

-Well...

-What did you do after leaving Frankie?!

Well, you see...

Suppose I don't tell you! What would you do?

If you don't want to tell me, Bartly and Mulholland can do it.

Come on, you'd better tell us.

I...

I-I-I'm all mixed-up. I don't know what I'm doing. I was...

I...

I... I don't know what I was doing. I don't know what I was doing.

-Where did you get all that money?

-I can't make nothing up. I'm drunk...

You broke a pound in Ryan's. You gave the blind man a pound.

He did, the poor man. A pound note, he gave me.

Two pounds in the fish and chip shop. Another two for drinks in the shebeen where Mulholland found you.

Five pounds you gave to some woman. Four pounds to "Aunt Betty".

And five pounds to Katie Madden.

-That makes just twenty pounds.

-Oh, me head is sore!

-Me head is sore!

-Where did you get it?

-I can't remember, Dan. I don't remember...

-Confess. Ease your soul. Who was the informer?

I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know what I was doing.

I didn't know what I was doing. You can see what I mean.

Bartly, Boyd...

Isn't there a man here that can say why I did it? Me head is sore.

I can't tell him. I don't know why I did it.

I didn't know why I did it.

-Dan!

-No, lock him up!

-Come on, Gypo. Come on!

-I don't know why I did it. I...

-I didn't know what I was doing...

-Lord, have mercy on him.

-I'm sorry you had to see this.

-Why must we kill one another? What good will it do?

Why can't we have peace?

-Have mercy on us all!

-It's all over now, dear. I'll take you home soon.

It's not about revenge. With an informant, it's his life or ours.

Bartly, carry on.

(You're next. Draw.)

(Next. Come on, draw.)

You go first. I'm not afraid to draw last.

What difference does it make? Draw.

Why should I? It's your turn.

How do you make that out? Come on. Draw!

Are you afraid? No.

It's your shot, Dennis.

Commandant! Bartly! He's gone!

Get him!

Take him down below! Come on!

He got away! THEY ALL TALK AT ONCE

-Who's that?

-It's Kerrigan.

-His jaw's smashed to a jelly. Gypo's a monster.

-We must work fast.

Mulholland, you take the rest with you and try to head him off.

Get reinforcements for Mulholland. Jump to it. We're done for if he gets away. Off you go!

Frankie!

-Gypo!

-They're after me, Katie.

-Where have you been?

-They're after me, but they won't get me.

-We'll get away, you and me.

-Ssh!

-Where's the £20 I gave you?

-What are you talking about?

I got it for you. That's what I couldn't tell Gallagher.

-They wouldn't understand. You do.

-You did what?

What have you done?!

I informed on Frankie.

Gypo...!

May God have mercy on your soul.

We'll get away. They won't get me. How I love you, darlin'!

I sold out me old pal for you.

Oh, that's a lovely fire!

Lovely fire...

Lie and rest yourself.

Oh, this is good. Good...

You don't know what it is to be running around in the fog on a night like this... Katie!

Katie!

Sit down beside me, darling.

Darling...you're the only one I can trust now.

Do you love me, Katie?

Yes, I love you, Gypo.

I love you.

You don't know what you've done to me.

You don't know what you've done.

I'd lay my life down for you,

you poor, blind boy.

-What time is it, Dan?

-Half past five.

-BANGING

-Who's that?

Mother's going to church next door.

Dan, what if you don't find him?

I'd die if I lost you too.

I'm not thinking about myself. It's all the others...

the movement...

That poor fool knows so blasted much.

If only there was something I could do. It's this horrible waiting...

-Can't I do anything?

-Sure.

-Tell me you love me again.

-I love you, Dan. I'll always love you.

No matter what happens, there'll never be anyone else.

-Commandant...

-Yes?

-She insists on seeing you! She won't talk to a soul...

I'm Katie Madden. I'm...

-Gypo Nolan's girl.

-Shut the door.

Commandant,

I've come to beg of you. He didn't know what he was doing.

-If only you knew how it was.

-You know what he did?

-There's a dead boy across the hall.

-Yes, and I know what he did it for. For me. For me, I tell you!

Almighty Father, forgive me for saying the words I did,

shaming him for his poverty and blaming him for mine, putting the idea into his head. Forgive him!

Forgive him. He didn't know what he was doing!

Let him go, Commandant.

He'll be punishing himself for the rest of his days. And I with him.

-It's not within my power.

-He'll never harm you again!

-Dan!

They'll drag everything he knows out of him.

His fear will drive him to them. He'll destroy us all.

-I'll take him away!

-Please...

-I swear by all that's holy.

You're the one that's been hurt.

I'm not the kind of girl you are, but there was a time when I was.

I love Gypo no less for being what I am.

I can see by your eyes that...

you love him too.

Suppose it was his life you were begging for.

Wouldn't you be wanting mercy then? And won't you give it to me now?

A sinner...

Where's Gypo now?

Poor lad...

Listen.

He's in my room. The other side of the church.

DOOR BANGS

-Dan!

-There's no harm in him. He didn't know what he was doing!

Miss McPhillip, for the sake of your own love, won't you ask him to give my man a chance?

Katie, no more sentiment. This is war!

I gave Gypo the benefit of every doubt, every chance. He confessed.

I didn't pass sentence on him. The court did. I'm helpless.

Suppose it was his life you were begging for.

It is, and the lives of other men fighting for what they believe in!

I see you won't do it.

You won't!

HE MOUTHS

(Come on, Dennis. Shoot him through the latch. Don't be afraid.) (I'm not afraid.)

WHISPERING FROM BEHIND DOOR

Katie! Katie!

(I'll blow the lock off.)

Mother of God!

Bartly!

Gypo!

GYPO!

'Twas I informed on your son, Mrs McPhillip.

Forgive me.

Ah, Gypo, I forgive you.

You didn't know what you were doing. You didn't know what you were doing.

HEAVENLY CHOIR SINGS

Frankie!

Frankie! Your mother forgives me.