The Informer

Gypo!

Ah, Gypo, what's the use?

I'm hungry, and I can't pay

my room rent.

Have you the price of a flop on you?

No.

Oh, what's the use?

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.

Ten pounds to America.

Twenty pounds and the world is ours.

- What are you saying that for?

- Saying what?

- Twenty pounds?

- What are you driving at?

Oh, Gypo, what's the matter with you?

Twenty pounds.

Might as well be a million.

Go on! Go on!

Go and get your 20 pounds

from that scut I threw in the gutter.

Saint Gypo. Too good for me, eh?

Well, let me tell you something.

You're no better than any other man.

You're all alike.

Oh, Katie, I didn't mean that.

Go along with you

and your fine principles.

I can't afford them.

Katie.

Throw a light in there, lads.

I bet he's not out tonight, boys.

Don't you know me, Gypo?

I don't wonder that you stare.

I'm lucky to be finding you here.

Man, what is it?

What are you staring at?

Nothing, Frankie.

You came up to me so sudden-like.

I guess I'm getting jumpy.

Finding out

there's a price on my head.

Twenty pounds.

Oh, so that's all I'm worth.

Six months is a long time,

me boy, to be on the run.

Sleeping out in the hills,

freezing to death.

And no decent grub.

So I says to myself, "I'll sneak

into town and see me mother...

...and I'll duck right out again."

And here I am.

Did...? Did you deliver my messages?

And what did my mother say?

She blessed the saints that you're alive.

She followed me out crying...

...and put a half a quid in me hand

to give to you.

Well, I was that hungry meself

that I spent it.

Ah, 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 gawking at?

Is there something queer about me?

No, Frankie.

You see, I've been court-martialed.

Man, what for?

You remember the Tan

that 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?

He near had me plugged

when I went back to report.

Then they threw me out

of the organization.

And now the British

think I'm with the Irish...

...and the Irish

think I'm with the British.

And the long and short of it is...

...I'm walking around starving,

without a dog to lick me trousers.

Ah, you poor fathead.

Think of all the jobs

we pulled off together.

The scrapes we've come through.

We were a great pair, eh, Gypo?

With your muscle and my brains.

When we'd get in a tight place,

it was me that formed a plan...

...and thought a way out. Remember?

And I'd leave you alone for a minute,

and you'd go and get in trouble again.

Man alive, I'm your brain.

But it's your help I'm needing now.

I looked you up first thing to find out if the

Tans are 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.

Carry on.

Yes?

Well, I...

- Like this, l...

- Well, speak up.

What do you want to say?

I've come to claim the 20-pounds reward

for Frankie McPhillip.

Frankie McPhillip?

Carry on, men. Let's go.

Mary, the bread's not fresh.

I can't cut it.

Look at the crumbs it makes.

Oh, me boy! Me boy!

- Mother. Mary.

- Oh, Frankie!

Oh, praise be to God.

You've come back to us.

Save your praises for this fog

that's upon us, Mother.

It's the best friend I have this night.

And me dodging down

dark streets to get here.

I was so homesick to see you.

I'd have walked down the middle

of O'Connell Street...

...just to get

a glimpse of the two of you.

Ah, bless you, me son.

Sure you must be starving.

Frankie, you shouldn't have come.

It's not safe.

What a long face for a sister.

I'm in with the fog,

and I'm out with the fog...

...and nobody will be the wiser.

- Nobody's seen you?

- Just my old pal Gypo Nolan.

You see, I had to find out if

the Tans had a guard on the house.

Here, now. Have a nice cup of tea.

You can do all your talking afterwards.

Go up there to the front door there!

Get up the door there!

Pick it up. Get out of here!

- No, no, Frankie!

- Stay where you are!

- I'm getting away!

- Stop it, stop it!

Stay back! Stay back!

Stay back! I gotta get away!

Frankie, don't!

- Where's McPhillip?

- He's not here. Get out!

No, Frankie! Frankie!

Mary, get out of the way!

Get out of the way and let me shoot!

Damn it!

Get out of the way! Move out!

Frankie, run!

Frankie, don't! Stop!

Yes? Yes.

Right.

McPhillip was killed. Trying to escape, sir.

Twenty pounds. You'd better count it.

Show him out the back way.

Why, you...

Whiskey.

There's a lot of things

I'd like if I could afford it.

Good night.

I've got to have a plan.

I've got to have a plan.

Ah, Gypo, I'm your brain.

You can't think without me.

You're lost. You're lost.

What you wanna sneak up

behind a man like that for?

I've been looking all over 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.

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