The Informer Page #2

You're the only one. You know that.

But sometimes I get so crazy

I don't know what I'm doing.

I got it. I did it for you.

You did what?

You forgot your change, me boyo.

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?

- Well, did you rob a church, or what?

That's it.

You... You mean you robbed a church?

Ah, Gypo.

No. No, it wasn't a church.

It was a sailor off an American ship.

Not so loud.

I went through him at the back

of Cassidy's Pub on Jerome Street.

He was drunk.

But if you say a word of it,

you'll get me into trouble.

Who, me? What do you take me for?

An informer?

- What are you talking about informing for?

- Gypo!

- Who's an informer?

- Gypo!

- Don't say things like that.

- What's the matter here?

What's the matter?

Oh, it's all right, Barney.

Let him alone.

He didn't mean any harm.

Oh, come on. Let's get out of here.

Come on up to my room.

There's a nice warm fire there.

Come on. Here's your money, Gypo.

You'll be all right.

Ah, darling, you don't

want any more of that.

Come on. Let's be getting in the car.

All right, Gypo.

I'll take you back to... Ah, no, Gypo!

Gypo, you gave him a pound note.

I forgot something.

They'll be wondering

why I'm not there already.

'Tis easy to see

it was the work of an informer.

'Tis surely. 'Tis the work of an informer.

Oh, Frankie.

Oh, Frankie!

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

What are you shouting for?

Don't you know there's a wake going on?

Let him alone, Bartley.

Sure he was a friend of me dead boy's.

All the same, you should show

more respect for the dead.

Leave them 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.

Good heavens, man.

There's no one suspects you.

Sure, that's right, Gypo.

No one suspects you.

You've been very good to me,

Mrs. McPhillip.

I'm sorry for your trouble.

Gypo, Gypo, Gypo!

- Man alive, what are you hurrying for?

- Who's in a hurry?

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

- Don't be getting your rag out, me boyo.

'Tis a free country, and a man can ask

questions without all this gusting.

Especially from an old pal.

- Are you working now?

- No!

Don't be shouting at me

like an aboriginal.

You can't blame Bartley and me for taking a

friendly interest in you for old times' sake.

Seeing as how you were

one of us at one time.

You don't seem to be in any need

of money tonight, Gypo.

Bartley!

What's wrong, boys?

What are you up to?

- He suspects me.

- Suspects you of what?

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