Odd Man Out Page #2

No, he's not there.

Get going. Go to Kathleen's house.

He'll get there.

- Here come the big shots!

- All planned up to get Johnny McQueen!

Can I have the thousand pound reward

if I catch Johnny?

- Alive or dead!

- Here's chief of the cops.

Do you want my identification card?

I'm Johnny McQueen!

All the police are looking for me!

Murphy and Nolan had a hold of Johnny

and they must have

let go of him somehow

because when I looked around,

I seen poor Johnny lying in the road.

I was going to back the car

but he was up and away down the street.

Why did you let go of Johnny?

- Who said we let go?

- Can you deny it?

I took yous by the coal cart

and that wasn't easy.

Then I made the turn...

- You took it too quickly!

- And who let go of him?

- We told you to slow down.

- So I did slow down!

If it wasn't for you,

there'd have been no need.

Johnny was wounded. At the turn,

the door cracked his arm and he let go.

- You mean you let go!

- And what did you do then?

- We kept telling you to stop.

- You drove on for near 100 yards.

- You did.

- Tell him what you did.

Before we could get out,

Johnny got up.

That's a lie! Yous fellas

wouldn't stir out of the car!

- That's enough. Give us the facts.

- What's happened?

That's it. They kept shouting at me

to pull up the car,

so I did pull up the car

and they wouldn't get out.

- You came back without Johnny?

- I'm handling this.

- Without your chief?

- What do you know about it?

- You weren't in the blooming car.

- Their own chief and they left him.

For heaven's sake, leave us alone.

We done our best.

Give us a drink or something.

Give me the facts.

Maureen, bring some tea.

A drink of tea, is it, and 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 on a raid,

robbing a mill...

funds for the organisation.

I remember 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 and I shot a man.

Yes.

I dreamt I shot him.

And I couldn't get onto the car.

Somehow I couldn't get onto it.

That's right.

I was wounded in the left arm.

I fell off, then got up and ran...

along streets...

afraid.

Afraid I'd killed him.

And then I came

to an air-raid shelter...

slumped down...

I must have passed out.

All right.

There may be an inquiry into this.

- Inquiry? What about?

- We didn't finish it off right.

- That's poor thanks.

- Kathleen, get some bandages.

- We did our best.

- What's the bandages for?

I'm going to look for Johnny.

They may take me for him.

- The police will be out in force.

- You've no chance.

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