Michael Collins Page #3

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lf not, they will arrest the cabinet.

The public outcry will be deafening.

Maybe then the world will listen.

You can't be serious. We've been

rotting in English jails long enough!

l...am...

...serious, Michael.

F*** them.

-Mind your tongue.

-l f***ing will in future.

Mother of God.

Pull in.

Christ, the G man was right.

Come on.

This is an illegal arrest...

...by an illegal force of occupation!

Jesus Christ.

lt's the safest house in Dublin now.

May as well stay the night.

What does the minister think?

Which minister?

We're the only two left.

l'm changing your brief.

l hereby appoint you

minister for general mayhem.

What's your brief?

The same.

Plus one other portfolio.

Jailbreaks.

How are youse?

Didn't l tell you he snores?

How are you?

Do you remember Kitty?

lndeed l do. Do you remember me?

Vaguely.

All right...

...l know when l'm not wanted.

See you.

-Good night.

-Good night, Mr. Boland.

l'll wrestle you for her.

Go away.

She's not interested in a bogman like you.

Want to bet?

Come here, Boland!

Leave me alone!

Give us a hand, will you?

Give me an ear!

F*** off and leave me alone!

What's your game, Mr. Broy?

-Don't have a game.

-Why did you give me that list?

Why didn't you act on it?

The cabinet thinks it's useful in jail.

You obviously don't agree.

Look...

...Castle informers have run

us through like woodworm.

You could play the same game.

You're a queer bloody G man.

You don't believe me, do you?

l'm not sure.

What would convince you?

Show me the Castle files.

l'd never get them out.

No...

...but you could get me in.

Jesus, you're serious?

Think l'm joking?

Does anybody know what l look like?

Only me.

Pretend l'm an informer.

Let me in at midnight.

We'd never get away with it.

Everything's possible if you wish

hard enough. Who said that?

You did.

'Twas him.

Peter Pan.

How is it?

-Grand evening.

-Yeah, not bad.

ls Broy here?

-Who?

-Detective Ned Broy.

Told me to drop by if l had information.

How are you?

lnspector Broy?

Down there.

-Who is it?

-Grace, sir, John Grace.

Come in, Mr. Grace.

l've information relating to

the guttersnipe called Collins.

-You're not nervous?

-l'm shaking.

Don't.

Use this.

Sorry.

lndex to the files.

Files on the lRB in England,

Scotland, America.

lrish Volunteers.

Sinn Fein, more Sinn Fein.

More lRB.

l have to lock you in.

lf you hear anyone, be quiet.

lf caught, you're on your own.

Don't l know it.

Jesus wept.

Christ, that's all we need.

Get up, you! Get up!

-Get up!

-He was celebrating, Tom!

The birth of his child.

Was he, now?

And what was it, boy or girl?

Girl.

Have a drink.

All work and no play.

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