A Prayer for the Dying Page #4

Nobody stops me.

Have you a cup of tea, love?

Twelve years, Siobhan.

Twelve good years.

What are you gonna do when we find him?

I'm going to take him home.

What will you do then? Blow him away?

Same again.

We got a break.

Someone wants to meet you.

Beautiful, Jack.

You know I like to be alone in here.

I know, Jack.

It's just that Fallon's on my mind.

We can't trust him...

...me and you.

Pretty little thing.

She only needed eight pints

of embalming fluid.

What about the priest?

I won't sleep till we've buried him.

She could be a bride.

Leave Fallon and the priest to me, Billy.

It's all there.

Here, here.

What's this?

I'll not go near this place.

You tell Mr. Fallon I want to see him.

- What? Me?

- You.

I need to see Father Da Costa.

He's at a confirmation class.

You're the man

who helped me with the organ.

That reed's still playing up.

You want me to take a look at it?

If you have the time.

It's no problem.

I thought I told you to stay out of here.

Michael? Is that you?

You're back early.

Father?

I'd like another word with you.

In private.

Superintendent, you haven't met my niece.

Hello.

And...

...this...

...is...

...Mr...

Fallon.

Mr. Fallon's been helping us

repair the organ.

Looks complicated.

How long have you been here?

How long have you been here?

It's not a job to be done in five minutes, sir.

You carry on.

I like to see an expert at work.

Let's talk in the sacristy, shall we?

Do you play, Mr. Fallon?

Very well.

Good.

Let's have a tune.

Who are you, Mr. Fallon?

You hide yourself, don't you?

But not when you play.

The Superintendent

was so suspicious of you.

He's paid to be suspicious.

You're doing it again.

I think I'd prefer to listen to you play.

I can't.

I know only one circumstance in which

a priest wouldn't tell what he knows.

If he learnt it in the confessional.

My next step is to go to your superior.

It wouldn't do any good.

In legal terms, his actions

make him an accessory to murder.

- Don't you understand that?

- Yes.

I'm going to go to

the Director of Public Prosecutions...

...and ask for a warrant.

I'm gonna have you arrested.

Sh*t. It's Miller.

Keep going.

I knew that priest couldn't keep quiet.

Go around the block.

And the mourners?

- We'll be late to the crematorium.

- F*** the mourners.

I told you to do something about that priest.

Fallon.

He's with Da Costa's niece. She's blind.

I've never had a blind girl.

Can't you talk about anything else?

I've lived with my uncle for nearly two years.

And before that?

I was a switchboard operator at the hotel.

That was some education after the nuns.

Army training, Father?

What do you want here, Mr. Meehan?

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