The Molly Maguires Page #3

is a lively proposition.

- It's no laughing matter.

- Oh, I agree.

Talking back to the priest,

that's risking your soul.

Tell me, what's his name?

Jack Kehoe.

- Well, it takes a brave man...

- It takes a fool!

What are you doing here?

- The best I can.

- Who are you?

You try beating it out of me,

then you send that kid,

hoping to lower my guard

with his talk about Ulster.

Tell me what it takes

to be left in peace.

- A little information.

- Straight to the point.

- That's a blessing.

- Why did you come?

I came here looking for privacy. And

breaking my back, the same as you.

The rest of my life, if you don't mind,

I prefer keeping to myself.

Good night.

If you're making it a choice between

getting killed and a little information,

well, I'm wanted for shoving the queer.

- What else?

- That's a bellyful right there.

They put you in jail

for passing home-made money.

There's better places

to hide than a mine.

It's deep.

Another week there, you'll be

greeting prison like it was a hotel.

Try another tale.

I'm wanted for killing a man

in Buffalo, New York.

- Why did you kill him?

- Does it matter?

I didn't mean for to kill him.

We fought over a woman

and I hit him too hard.

- His woman or yours?

- I'm not one for possessions.

If the police had you,

why did they let you go?

Didn't know who they had.

The Coal and Iron Police,

they're short-sighted about somebody

without powder in his pocket.

So now you see why

I'm anxious for privacy.

It's not just the jail I'm hoping to avoid,

it's the hangman.

- Sorry-looking cabbage patch.

- Blame the Kerrigans' goat.

- It's the fourth time. Mend the fence.

- I'll lay Kerrigan out.

- That won't stop the goat.

- He should have it on a rope.

Why weren't the boys keeping watch?

I gave them leave to play.

Thick as thieves,

the two of you kicking that ball.

Be careful with him, Jack.

- He's bold.

- That's no reason for trust.

It's not such a common sight,

a bold man.

What else is he? Besides bold?

Well, he's got a way with him.

Don't get too fond of him, Jack.

You wouldn't trust the Pope himself,

would you?

I'd trust him with souls.

It's not your soul I'm worried about.

There's only one sure way

of finding out. Turn him in.

Suppose it's the truth?

Terrible thing on your conscience.

Sooner that than

have a spy turning us in.

You want revenge for

how he thrashed you.

He wouldn't stay down. I give him credit.

- We've no proof he's a spy.

- No proof he's not.

Raines says he's asking questions.

What would you do in a strange town,

besides looking for beer and a fight?

I don't care if he's a murderer.

If we turn him in, and he's a spy...

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