The Informer Page #3

- I didn't say anything, Bartley. I only...

- Liar! You did!

Both of you. And well I knew you,

Bartley Mulholland and Tommy Connor.

You're Commandant Gallagher's

right-hand men...

Gypo. Are you mad?

Don't you know

there are people listening?

- Don't be accusing me then.

- Come on, let's get out of here.

- No!

- Commandant Gallagher wants to see you.

- Well, I'm not going.

- Come on, man. He's not going to eat you.

Is it afraid of the commandant, you are?

Afraid? I'm not afraid of the finest man

that was ever whelped.

- Come on, man, let's get out of here...

- Keep your hands off me.

Come on.

Captain Mulholland, sir.

Gypo Nolan.

Well, Gypo, you don't seem glad

to see me.

You've got a grudge against me. Why?

There isn't a thing I wouldn't do

for you, Dan Gallagher...

...and you had me court-martialed

and expelled from the organization.

You disobeyed orders,

endangered the organization.

You had a fair trial, Gypo.

Only for me, you wouldn't have

got away as easily as you did.

There were others who wanted

to give you this.

Forget that.

We've got something on hand now

that is as much your business as ours.

Frankie McPhillip was your pal.

Wasn't he?

I want your help, that's all.

This looks like the job

of an informer.

We have to get that informer,

understand?

If you don't help us with this job,

people might think...

It isn't that. It isn't that!

Look here, commandant.

It's how... It's how...

I don't know what I'm doing.

- What's the matter, Gypo?

- What's the matter?

The last six months, I've been starving,

that's what's the matter.

I've been living

from hand to mouth...

...on whatever I could borrow

from sailors and dockers.

I got no clothes, I got no money.

I got nothing.

Look here, Gypo. I'm going to make

a fair deal with you.

Last October, you put us all

in a very dangerous position.

We'll call that quits and reinstate you

on one condition:

That you find the man that has informed

on Frankie McPhillip.

- Do you mean that?

- Indeed I do, Gypo.

Put it there, Danny me boy.

Put it there. What did I tell you?

What did I tell you, Bartley?

There isn't anything

I wouldn't do for you, Dan.

There isn't anything I wouldn't do.

Can we have a drink on that?

Let's have a little drink on that.

Have a drink on the commandant, Tommy.

Bartley, me boy,

this is a drink for you.

That's great stuff.

It's good stuff, my dear.

Danny, there isn't anything I wouldn't do

for you. There isn't anything.

It's nice to be friendly.

I'd go through fire and water for you.

Who informed on Frankie McPhillip?

I'll tell you.

It was that rat Mulligan.

- Mulligan?

- Mulligan the tailor?

Sure as you were born, it was him.

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