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The strongest man in the country!

The strongest man in the world..

Hello, Grannie.

I know you're quite clear up to that point

After that, I should turn left and make your own way to the main street

Then take any turnings to the right that'll bring you...

out at the back of Northumberland Streetpost office.

Then drive across the parade ground to make for the north side of the park.

- How is it, Johnny? - Fine. The orders haven't changed.

- We can go ahead - The weather's good.

It'll snow later on, but we'll be back before that.

I've been telling the others, Dennis, we'll go the way we planned...

across Queen's Bridge, down Bedford Street...

coming to Shaftesbury Square. It's a bit longer..

but it brings the car into a better position,

facing the broad end of the street.

There's no hurry.

There's time for a cup of tea.

- Is the car all right? - She's okay.

- A nice clean one? - Hope you got decent tires.

I picked a good one.

One of these days you might have your own.

You never know. Wouldn't mind having this one.

- How much petrol? - Three gallons.

- Half would do us. - You never know. We might have to...

Not at all We'll be back by 5:00.

I'll have the car where we said at 20 minutes to.

- I'll be on the bridge. - I'll be at the car salesroom.

- Got some tea, Grannie? - Everything settled?

- Yes. Hurry. They're leaving soon. - I heard that.

- You hear everything, don't you? - What I don't hear, I can put together.

- Pour in the milk now. - Will he be coming back, me darling?

I helped bring you into the world and watched youse grow up...

and I know what's in your heart for that boy.

Maybe you know what's in his heart too.

- Did you sell me coupons? - There's no time to talk about that now.

For your impudence, the price has gone up.

I want three bob apiece for the clothing ones.

You can have the meat ones if you'll give me a few points for me sweets.

We're three district managers coming to make a weekly report.

- Friday's always their day. - What do district managers talk about?

Oh, goods on order, export market. You work it out.

I'll be along now, Johnny.

I'll be where we said, with the pram. There's nothing changed?

No. We'll be there on time, Maureen.

When we give you the money, take it to Hannigan's.

- He'll distribute it. - Aye, right.

After this, you won't need to worry until your man comes out of prison.

A slice of the party cake?

A few crumbs of that won't go amiss. Well, good luck.

- Good luck. - Good luck, Maureen.

Well, we'd better be moving too.

- Hold hard for a second. - I shall wait here for you.

Nolan.

Murphy. You've got to look like businessmen, you know.

- I wouldn't wear that. - It's all right. I've got me coat.

Go easy with those, now.

Well, anybody that asks for it can have it.

Yes, but don't, uh...

don't encourage them to ask.

You haven't been mixed up in shootings. Don't start now.

- Okay. - See you later

- So long, now. - Good luck, boys.

- Good luck - Bye-bye.

Your...

Your heart's not in this job, Johnny, is it?

- I won't be sorry when we're back. - You don't believe in it, then?

I believe in everything we're trying to do...

but this violence isn't getting us anywhere.

You, who were sentenced to 17 years' imprisonment...

for bringing guns and ammunition to the dumps...

you talk about violence?

In prison you have time to think.

If only we could throw the guns away...

make our cause in the parliaments instead of the back streets...

Look, Johnny...

hiding in this house for six months...

since your escape from prison...

it isn't the right kind of training for a job like this.

You were in prison for eight months before that

That's over a year since you were able to...

get out and show your face in the streets.

You're not fit to go right out on a job like this.

- Let me go. - Let him go, Johnny.

Do I look soft, then?

Well, the men have noticed something.

You've changed lately. They want me to go in your place.

- Don't they trust me? - They trust you, all right, but...

Dennis, I'm the leader of the Organization in this city.

I've spent months planning this raid to get the funds...

for all the things we need for Maureen and her husband and the others.

I've got my orders, and I'll see them through.

When I want your advice, I'll ask for it.

All right.

I'll wait downstairs.

You haven't drunk your tea, Johnny.

Don't you start worrying about this business, Kathleen.

It'll go fine.

Thanks. Here.

You haven't told me if you're remaining here after the job's done.

I'll be back for a while.

But when the excitement ends, I'll make for the hills.

- There are friends up there. - Shall I come and see you?

Of course. Bring Grannie.

You know, you've been a great friend, both of you...

putting up with me the way you have while I've been hiding here.

You've been very...

Well, you know what I mean.

Johnny, will you ever be free?

Someday, perhaps. I must go now.

Thanks.

Well?

Do I look like a businessman?

Now, don't worry, Kathleen. We'll be back in no time.

Johnny, you've been stuck in this house for six months.

You're not fit for it. Let Dennis go instead.

Will you be here when we come back?

Here we are, now.

Harry Jamieson, seven...

Lay off your work for a few minutes.

Back up, there. Back up.

Sit down. Make yourself comfortable.

Shh. Put your hands down.

Shh!

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Coalman!

Have you not got these in yet?

I say, stop!

Who are you? What are you doing in here?

Stop, I tell you! Stop!

- Get on in! Hurry! - Come on, Johnny! Get in!

- Quick! - Get in, quick!

Look out, Johnny!

Hold on! Who are you?

Get him into the car! Quick!

- Look out! - Take his arm! He's hit!

Pat! Not so fast!

Wait a minute!

Stop, man, stop! Wait till we get him in!

Ah, pull him in, can't you?

Mind out! He's slipping! Don't let him go!

Stop, Pat! Johnny!

- Stop! He's dropped off! - Pull up! Can't you pull up?

There, now. The whole crowd of us will be lifted.

Back up quickly!

- Get out and fetch him over. - He's dead.

Get out. Youse told me to hold the car. Now you just sit there.

Go on, man! Will you reverse? Reverse!

Could we turn and go back for him?

He'll cut down that street and be waiting for us at the next.

Let's run back and look for him.

We'll pick him up at the corner. Drive on.

He'll be there ahead of us. I'm not gonna stay here. It's too risky.

- If you'd only backed the car! - Here's the street now.

Keep a look out for him. Can you see him?

No, he's not there.

Get going. He'll make it all right.

He'll take the straight cut to Kathleen's.

Look out, boys! Here come the big shots!

Yeah, all planned up to get Johnny McQueen!

Can I have the thousand-pound reward if I catch Johnny?

Live or dead!

- Here comes two more. - Yeah, he's chief of the cops.

Hey, do you want my identification card?

I'm Johnny McQueen! I'm Johnny McQueen!

All the police are looking for me!

Murphy and Nolan, they had a hold of Johnny...

and they must've let go of him somehow, because when I looked around...

I seen poor Johnny lying in the middle of the road.

I was going to back the car, but before I could,

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 youse by the coal cart, didn't I?

And that was no easy thing. Then, when I made the turn...

- You took it too quickly! - And who let go of him?

- We told you to slow down. - So I did.

It was too late.

If it wasn't for youse, there wouldn't have been no need

Johnny was wounded. And at the turn...

the door gave his arm a crack, and he let go.

- You mean you let go. - And what did you do then?

We saw Johnny lying in the road and kept telling you to stop.

- You drove on for near 100 yards. - You did.

- Let them tell you what they did. - Before we could get out, Johnny got up.

That's a lie! Youse fellas wouldn't stir out of the car!

That's enough. Give us the facts and stop arguing.

Where's Johnny? What's happened?

That's the whole of it.

They kept shouting at me to pull up the car...

so I did, and they wouldn't get out for him.

Do you mean to say youse came back without Johnny?

- I'm handling this. - Without your chief?

Ah, don't you be giving out.

What do you know? You weren't in the car.

Their own chief, and they left him in the lurch.

Ah, for heaven's sake, leave us alone.

We done the best we could.

- Give us a drink or something. - Give me the facts, quickly.

- Maureen, bring some tea. - A drink of tea, is it?

And a dose of poison.

Oh, Donald, what a dream I had.

Oh!

What an outing.

I dreamt I'd escaped from prison.

I dreamt I was on a raid...

robbing a mill... funds for the Organization.

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...

and 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. That's all I want to know.

- There may be an inquiry into this. - What about?

- We didn't finish it off right, did we? - That's poor thanks.

Am I to thank you for a hard night's work? Get some bandages and things.

- We did our best. - What's the bandages for?

I'm going to look for Johnny

With the bandage on, they may take me for him.

- The police will be out in hundreds. - You wouldn't stand a chance.

"Armed raid on mill. Cashier killed in desperate struggle.

Wounded assailant still at large."

"Killed"! Poor Johnny. May heaven protect him.

Listen, Pat, Nolan, Murphy, get to headquarters at once.

And go the back way.

Dennis, may I go with you?

No. Tell headquarters where I'm going so they can take action.

- Right you are so. - Good luck.

Do you think this will deceive them?

The police will be looking for a man with a wounded arm.

They may take me for Johnny. I'll give them a run.

- That'll give Johnny a chance to get away. - By yourself?

They don't know he fell off the car. Too many would attract attention.

For a long time now, there's been no serious trouble...

but tonight the police will be everywhere.

- Take a few of the men with you. - No. It's better this way.

Take somebody you can trust.

Come on, finish it.

Dennis, let me come with you.

Why?

It's something I want to do.

Something you want for yourself and not the Organization.

Sooner or later, the police will get him.

Let me have him until then.

As long as he lives, he'll belong to the Organization.

- Always the Organization. - Yes.

Wait here in case he gets back before me.

There's Grannie.

Stay here.

Could I see your identity card, please?

Thank you, now.

Identity card?

Thank you.

Come on!

Through here.

- Pat! - What?

- Where are you taking us? - Theresa's house.

There'll be trouble if we go there.

It's a place to go till the road's clear. What else are we to do?

- Aren't we going to headquarters? - Go and try!

Come on!

Pat, we're in trouble enough without asking for more.

She'll give us a drink or something, won't she?

- And a bite to eat, maybe. - She's tricky. I wouldn't trust her.

You wouldn't trust nobody. Don't you worry.

Steps... like at the mill.

Keep your mouth shut about that.

Just keep your mouth shut Theresa, how are you?

Pat, darlin'! And Murphy and Nolan!

Come in. Give me your coats and hats.

Come into the warm and let me see you.

I'm away to my mother's. Sorry, Theresa. I can't stay.

Ah, he was in a terrible hurry.

You know, we just dropped in for a minute.

You're not thinking of leaving without a drink first?

Give me your coats. 'Tis barely 6:00...

and there's plenty of time now for something to eat and...

Oh. For your own peace of mind, you'd better keep these handy.

Come on into the warm and rest yourselves.

In here. Come on.

- Somebody will see us, Lennie. - It's all right here, Molly.

No, I...

Now what's wrong?

I don't want to.

You said you would.

Yes, I know...

but I've changed my mind.

Anyway, Lennie, I've got a sty.

I haven't seen you for two days, and where else can we go?

You'll see, Lennie.

We'll have a place of our own.

Lennie, there's somebody here.

- No. - There is somebody.

Put it out! Clear off!

It's that fella...

Johnny.

Lennie. Lennie, come on.

You'd better not get mixed up in this.

That's when the fella came rushing out. There was shooting.

He got Johnny in the left shoulder.

We dragged him onto the running board...

but he fell off before we got started.

Aye, and wasn't I saying to Dennis the whole time...

- that Johnny wouldn't be fit for it? - Johnny...

Have they found poor Johnny?

Did the policemen find him, or is he safe with friends?

Oh, he's safe enough. Somebody will get him out of it.

- Is he still down near the mill? - Aye.

Dennis will get a hold of him somehow.

Dennis, is it? There's no better man for a job like that.

- Drink up, Pat darlin'. - It's good stuff, right enough.

All they'd give us was tea. Imagine: tea.

- Where was that? - Kathleen's house.

- ## - A little music now will cheer you.

I won't be five minutes in getting a meal ready...

and then we put our feet under the table and sit easy.

You want to watch out what we tell her.

Whatever she knows now you told her.

You told her about Dennis trying to get Johnny out.

For heaven's sake, man, will you pipe down?

Leave a fella take a drink in peace.

Get out!

Police headquarters.

Inspector, this is Theresa O'Brien speaking.

I know Theresa...

like I know a bad sixpence.

She's right as rain.

She has plenty of dough too.

Here. Go on.

Have a smoke.

Go on. She's on the house.

Oh... Ah.

Of course, there's people...

says queer things about her sometimes...

but they say queer things about me too.

Jealous, you know. Sure, the town's full of it.

Wait till you see. She'll leave down a good feed for us...

and a spot of booze too.

She's nothing but an old chancer...

mixed up in every dirty racket in the city...

smuggling, money-lending, squeezing blood out of the poor.

Is that so, now? And you can sit there...

warming your...

Maybe we shouldn't have come.

We'll take what's here and what else is to come.

- Then we'd better be going. - Aye, sure.

You're always saying I'm a bad one and agin' the law...

but I'm proving now that I'm always willing to help the police.

I know there's a big reward for this, but I...

I'm not thinking of that.

These boys have told me the whereabouts Johnny is...

and they're sending someone to look for him.

We'll talk about that later on.

Oh, I wouldn't like any trouble in this house, Inspector.

I see.

Well, in a... in a few moments, I'll...

I'll do me best to get them out of here.

Yes. Thanks.

- Somebody ringing a bell. - What are you afraid of?

Stop, stop. Listen.

- I'm off. - Stay where you are! Don't be a fool!

Ah, let her come in.

Put away that thing, for heaven's sake.

You're a terrible man. There's no doubt about it.

Can you do nothing without a load of booze inside you?

Leave us a spoonful.

Put your coat on. Go on.

If she starts any of her tricks...

I'll make her pay for it, I'm telling you.

- Let her try. - When she comes through the door...

I'll give her a right good fright.

- No, go easy. - Ah, shut up.

Listen, boys, I just got word on the telephone.

The police are heading this way

Go, before the police surround the house and lift you.

If you don't go at this minute, things will go terrible bad for you.

Stop flourishing them things, me dear.

Must I tell you what to do?

Out you go. Bless you. Run for it.

There are three steps.

Right you are so! Come on!

- Are they killed? - I heard them running past me house...

and then there was shooting, and now there they are.

Have the place cleared.

Go on, sonny.

You said on the telephone they'd sent someone to look for Johnny McQueen.

Where are they looking for him?

Go inside, then, and I'll join you.

Go on, sonny.

I'm Johnny McQueen!

- Hold on. Who are you? - I'm Johnny!

Give him a kick in the face!

Go on, Johnny. Shoot him.

Bang! Bang!

Hey, mister!

- Give us a penny. - Give us a penny.

Go on, beat it.

- Go on, or I'll call the police. - There's no police around here.

- Mister, give us a penny. - What?

- There's no police here. - Have you not seen them...

- the police at the end of the street? - Give us a penny.

- There's no police here. - Sure, there's hundreds...

looking for the fella who killed the man at the mill.

- But they've all gone now. - Did you see them?

If you haven't got a penny, give us a cigarette.

- But they were here? - They were, but they went back in.

- You sure? - Quite sure.

Mister, give us a penny.

Did they find the man who killed the fella?

- No, they'll never find Johnny. - He escaped in the car.

- Mister, give us a penny. - Give us a penny mister

Are you sure they didn't find the man...

- who killed the fella at the mill? - Quite sure.

- Do you know where Johnny is? - No, we don't know

Give us a penny mister

Did you see him? Did you? The man?

Where was he?

In a house?

In a shelter?

Which one? Show me.

Take me to it.

Come on, be a good girl. Show me.

Did the police come and take him away?

Did he run away? And the police never came?

Johnny?

Did I kill that man?

- Can you walk? - Did I?

Can you stand up?

Grip my arm.

Now, can you walk?

Come on, man. Come on!

That's fine. You're not too bad at all.

That's fine. Come on.

Do you hear that?

They've got to know you're down here.

Listen, I'll cut out to the left and draw them off that way.

When you hear three shots in quick fire... You listening? There's no time!

When you hear three shots in quick fire...

go to the right and make for the house.

- It's a long way. - It's our only chance.

You'll get through. I'm away now, Johnny.

Stand near the door here.

Wait for three shots. Your coast will be clear, and then be off.

Good luck.

Dennis, did I kill that fellow?

Joe.

Come along, now. Clear the platform.

Clear the platform. Right down the center of the car.

Pass down the center of the car. Please make room...

for the orphans of the storm on the platform.

- Start her up again! - Pull the cord.

Fares, please. How are you, Mrs. McCluskey? How are they all?

- What's holding us up, Bill? - The car's overloaded.

- Chuck that bunch at the platform. - Take your face outside.

- Go back to your wheels. - Some of you can get out and push.

Come on, clear the platform or else settle down for a night on the rails.

I've brought something hot for you.

- Here's the police. - Thin out the ranks.

Come in and warm yourself, Constable.

Come on, get off the tram.

Come on, please!

One way, please.

He's hit him!

- Are you badly hurt? - We'd better get the ambulance.

- Leave me. I'll be all right. - Will you come indoors?

We know all about first aid. We were in the A.R.P.

We've got bandages and everything. Can you come in?

Maudie, I've got your umbrella.

- His arm's broken. - Don't be so dramatic.

Remember what the book said: Keep calm.

Fetch a basin and the kettle of water.

It was boiled for tea, so it's sterilized.

- His arm's broken... - Who did the first aid, you or me?

I did the A.R.P., same as you, and his arm's broken.

You know you failed in your practicals...

so get the boiling water and the first-aid box.

You'll see, soon as you take his coat off.

My goodness!

Can I stay here? It's quiet.

- Maudie? - Uh-huh?

This fellow's badly hurt.

I told you so. His arm's broken.

Maudie.

- Oh. - Help me off with his coat.

Can you...

That's right.

There, now. Sit down.

Give me the scissors.

What are you gonna do?

Cutting a good jacket like that? You shouldn't do that without asking him.

It's the way they told us at the town hall.

Maybe, but whose jacket is it?

Tsk! The troubles you make!

I'm only warning you that it's his jacket.

- Look at your hands. - What's wrong with them?

Germs. Go and wash them.

Oh, fuss, fuss, fuss.

Anyway, they told us that the air was full of germs.

Can you sit up?

I want to take your coat...

Maudie.

You see to it. Don't bring a doctor.

I shouldn't like to interfere with that.

- We'll have to get him to the hospital - Of course.

Look at him.

Help me up.

Just lay quiet. We'll bring a doctor, son.

- No, help me. - No, just lay easy. Rest.

I must be on my way. I can't stay. They're waiting for me.

Get a glass of water.

Now, listen, son...

you've been badly hurt by that lorry.

I must send for the doctor and the ambulance.

No, don't do that.

Is there someone we can fetch to help you?

Your wife, maybe? Or a friend?

If you send to her, she might...

If she could, she would.

Is it your wife, son?

Who, then?

Some friends.

Where do they live? I'll send Maudie for them.

We're new to this town, but we'll find them somehow.

I'll just slip on my coat.

Where do they live?

What's the address?

I can't bring them out tonight.

Why should I be the one to bring you in?

And what will my husband say when he sees you?

Give us a hand up and I'll go.

Stay there.

What'll I do with you?

It said in the papers he was wounded and got away.

- You're right. It's him. - Chief of the Organization.

Did that fellow die? Did I kill him?

Rosie, what'll we do with him?

I can't hand him over to the police...

not as he is...

lying there, near dead.

No more can I, Rosie.

There's a reward out for that fella.

- A thousand pounds. - I wouldn't lay a finger on it.

No more would I, Rosie.

There's Tom.

What'll Tom do?

Tom will do his duty.

He'll go to the police. Not thinking of the reward or anything.

But putting himself in the way of getting it.

Hello, Rosie. Bit late tonight.

Got stopped by the police at the end of the road. This mill business.

Tom, there's something I've...

- We found this fellow outside. - What's happened to him?

Come here.

I'll tell you.

Listen, Tom.

We'd just been out for a few minutes, getting the rations...

Who is that fella?

That's Johnny McQueen, the man the police are looking for.

I know, Tom.

- Take him back where you fetched him. - We can't do that!

How did he get here?

He was laying on the road What's it matter?

- Did any of the neighbors see? - No.

- Are you sure? - Quite.

Do you realize who he is? The chief of the Organization!

The police are looking for him.

It's what he is now I'm thinking about

And I'm thinking of the decent man he killed!

I have no pity for those fellows... shooting at police, murdering innocent men.

But he's dying now Let me send Maudie for his friends.

Are you mad? How could we get them through the police cordon?

You wouldn't treat a dying dog the way...

A dog is the friend of man. Are those fellas our friends?

Maybe not

He's not long for this world I don't like to be hard on him.

Call the police or send for the doctor

Not letting a dying man have peace seems hard

It's sense!

- Sense is cruel sometimes. - I respect the law

Rosie, I know what the men in my ship would say

There's a police cordon. We'll be in it too!

All right, put him out! You're the master here!

Shh!

Quick.

I'm going now.

The thing is settled for you, and you won't have to worry.

What are you going to do?

Open the door, and I'll go out and never trouble you again.

Here, hold on a minute.

Close the door when I'm gone...

and forget me.

- Rosie. - What about...

Drop it in the drain. Rosie.

Good luck, lad.

- Come on, hurry up! - Mark it, chum.

I've got wet enough without being splashed by your plates of meat.

A little of that won't hurt you.

You all right, chum? There's no driver.

- Come on, Harry! - No, I think the chap's hurt.

- Go on. He's tight! - "Tight"?

Are you? Let's have a sniff.

Oh, lovely. You're right. He's had a drop.

- "A drop"? A bucketful! - Ask him where he got it!

Where'd you get it, mate?

- That all right? Okay. - There's our tram!

There's our tram!

Come on. Giddap.

- Identity cards. - What's the matter?

Chap trying to get out of the town.

I don't blame him. I've been trying for five years.

- Have you not caught him yet? - Not yet. Think he's out of the district.

- Who have you got in the back? - In the back? Johnny.

All right, Gin. On your way. Get on with it.

Giddap.

- Peelers! - Sit down.

When they knock, let them in but don't talk.

Like some fool old creature that hasn't got a bit of spirit left?

I seen the time when I could hold a dozen with me eloquence.

Now give them a taste of silence instead.

There's a gun upstairs. I'd better get rid of it.

- We've orders to search your house. - Well, get on with it

- Who are you? - I live here.

- Who occupies this room? - My father.

Wait downstairs.

Ah, sure, it's a fine, brave sight youse are, James.

They'll never think of searching me.

Where is he?

My father's out.

I wasn't asking you about your father.

Come on, come on. I know they've been here.

Smoking cigarettes and drinking tea, the whole bunch.

I had friends in to see me.

The fellows who raided the mill.

You were all wondering how you could find Johnny McQueen.

It was about Johnny.

I can tell you nothing.

You were making plans how you could find him.

That's the truth, isn't it?

What do you want in this house?

He's gone too far this time for any of you to help him.

Finish your work here and get out and leave us in peace!

We're not after him for taking a shot at us...

or for blowing out the windows of a police barracks with explosives.

This time he has shot and killed a man.

You know what that means.

- It's his concern. - And yours.

I'm not responsible for him.

You're responsible for what goes on in this house.

Now, I warn you, if there's any evidence found here...

it will go very hard with you...

unless you help us now.

What do you want me to say?

I want the truth, that's all.

You want to know where Johnny is.

Mm-hmm.

I'm ready.

There's nothing upstairs, Head.

Take a look around here.

Stand up, old girl.

Give 'em to me. Them's my sweets.

All right. You can sit down now.

Whose coat is that you're wearing?

It belongs to my father.

He hasn't lived here for two years.

I put it around me sometimes when I'm cold.

Are you often cold?

You shouldn't be, with the crowd always in the house.

These didn't help Johnny.

Or Dennis.

All right. I'll join you later.

You've searched this house and found nothing.

I've found all that I came to find.

The bandages and the jacket, is it?

- More than that. - There was nothing more.

There was.

Something you couldn't hide.

I'm not afraid because of that.

He belongs to the law now.

It might be easier for you...

if you could bring yourself to realize that.

If you don't, and you try to help him...

you'll be in trouble.

Stay out of this business.

That wasn't a bad fella, as them fellas goes.

- He spoke fair. - Give it to me, Grannie.

There was decency in him. He spoke sense.

- Give me the revolver. - And what he said was true, darlin'.

Let me have what I want.

Ah, sure you'll never find Johnny.

I've seen the men go out the same as he did...

and I seen the women go look for them...

but they never found them.

Stay here, darlin'.

Where's the sense in running towards trouble...

when you know you can't mend it?

Look at me there.

That was me on me wedding day.

I was 19 then, and as lovely as yourself.

I had the fine looks, the same as you have them now

I had the boys admiring me. There was Hughie Fitzpatrick

He wanted to marry me, he did

He was a rebel on the run and was never seen again.

Did I go out to look for him? I did not I stayed and had me life.

And grand times I had...

with Frankie and the rest of them saying I was an angel of God.

Grand times, thanks be to God

And the voices of the fine boys singing the songs.

And I had 11 children, so I had.

Fine boys and girls, all of them.

Con and Frankie...

Ah, the spirit of them.

See you home, madam?

Cab, sir?

Cab, sir?

Cab, sir?

Cab, sir?

See you home, madam?

Cab! Cab!

Right, sir, right. Be over right away. Giddap!

There's somebody inside, Jack.

You've already got a fare. The man's drunk.

I'll soon get the heads and tails of this.

- Come on, out you get. - Take your hand away.

Oh, it's you.

Did I drive you through the police cordon in my cab?

- Carry on the way you're going. - No, I can't, man! I can't!

Listen, I'm not for you, I'm not against you...

but I can't afford to get mixed up in this.

Hey you!

Get along, there.

Y-Yes, Constable. Right away. Just in a moment.

Come on, giddap!

Come on, son.

You'll be all right here.

Now, listen, son. If you get back to your friends...

you'll tell them I helped you... me, Gin Jimmy.

But if the police get you, you won't mention my name, huh?

I saw you, Gin.

Is he hurt bad?

You keep out of this, Shell. Come on.

Yes, but why ask me? He's got lots of his own crowd.

But if they don't get to him, will you help?

It's an awful risk.

- What time do you sail? - Soon after 11:00.

- It's only 8:00 now. - But where is he?

I'm going to Father Tom's. He might know something.

Yes, he usually hears things.

Listen, if you do find him...

don't bring him the way you came. You won't get through.

Bring him by Dock Square. I'll see that the gate at the clock tower is open.

Good. I'll be here before 11:00.

Out for a little walk, I suppose, hmm?

Well, I'm glad you're keeping out of this business.

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It's a nice place there. I thought you might have stayed.

You're wasting your time.

Father Tom can't help you with a thing like this.

- You're going in, then? - Yes.

Why don't you go home?

There. Go in if you want to.

But you're too late, miss.

Is Father Tom in?

He is, but I think there's somebody with him still.

Will you come in a moment?

You came to ask me about Johnny McQueen.

- Do you know him, Father? - I taught him as a child.

I know them all. I was expecting people to come inquiring about him.

I've another visitor...

a poor man whose little bird is sick.

We'd better hear what he's got to say first, hmm?

This is my other visitor. His name is Shell.

- And you're... - Kathleen Sullivan.

How-How are you, miss?

Shell is having trouble with his bird.

Do you see this wee creature? He's a rare one.

It's a budgie. There are thousands of them.

There's millions of men and women, but there's rare ones among us.

Like this bird. This fella has a chief.

A devil of a fella. Always making mischief

Just like some fellas does.

What's his name?

Me and Lukey and Tober...

them's the friends I live with...

the three of us, we calls him Johnny.

Of course I must tell you, miss, that Johnny is...

he's what you'd call a menace to society.

That's why me and Lukey and Tober has a rule saying...

that the door of his cage must be kept shut..

because there's other birds in my room besides Johnny..

and he can't stand them, and they can't stand him.

You know, there's a sort of a difference...

of opinion between them.

You hear that? The bird's almost human.

- How bad is he? - I tell you...

he gets out of his prison...

his cage, I mean...

and off he goes.

But he's back now. You have him there.

Tell us what happened when he got away.

Murder.

Do you see his left wing? It's hurt.

Aw, poor fella.

Ah, sure he gets out and does mischief...

killing one fella in the struggle.

But the one he killed...

contrived to sort of give him a dig.

And there it is... the spot of blood.

How did you manage to capture him again?

Oh, I got word from a friend...

and got me hands on the bird.

And he's hurt bad.

- How is he now? - Well, uh...

this corner that he's laying in, it's not the...

not the sort of place for him to sit up proper.

Perhaps he's not long for this world.

There isn't a sound out of him.

If he's as badly wounded as that...

perhaps it would be better to let nature take her course.

Why, Father Tom...

I'd hate for to let the bird slip out of me grasp.

'Course, it's a hard world, Father.

I don't mind telling you...

that I want the bird because there's money in him.

My son, it's a hard world, a very hard world.

Oh, it's fierce.

'Course, I know there's praying and all that...

but if I don't take what's coming to me as chances, I'm finished.

I'd just starve. That's a fact.

Mm, poor fellow.

What will you do with him? Where is he?

But sure I've told you. I just want to get him out of the corner...

- and give him something to put him right. - And after that?

Maybe you don't believe me, but I'm telling you...

there's lots of people that'd pay me a grand price for Johnny.

- The police? - I'm not referring to them.

I'm thinking of the friends he must have.

Where is he?

Don't blame him. He's got to live.

But asking a price for him, not telling us where he is!

I've told you he's in the corner.

If he knows where he is, we must trust him.

Tell me, now, what price are you asking for him?

Well, I could...

I could get a thousand for him.

You foolish man. Money wouldn't make you happy.

I'm only telling you what I could raise on him if I had a mind to.

We'll get you a little something...

but not a thousand pounds.

Why, all that money would be a terrible burden.

First of all, where is he?

Go and bring him to us.

That's what I was waiting to hear.

But, of course, Father, it won't be...

it won't be an easy job, you know.

- No, but you'll try. - Oh, I will, I will.

But you know, Father, I'm still thinking and wondering...

uh, how much...

I'm a poor man. I've got no money.

Oh.

Oh, that's bad.

Well, maybe the young lady here could lend you a bit.

I'm sure she couldn't.

Oh! Well, listen.

A fella was telling me...

I hear tell that, uh...

his reverence the pope is queer and rich.

- Blather. - Bla... Is that a fact?

It is. Just blather.

Then how do you suggest we should settle this matter decently?

If you like, I'll try to inspire in you...

a precious particle of faith.

"Faith"?

Would it pay the rent for me...

and help me get a pint of stout now and then?

Shell, you and I are poor men. We must live the best we can.

I've been poor longer than you have.

Bring back Johnny, and I'll show you...

the way to get real riches.

We'll talk about the way to live...

and then there'll be a fine reward for you, Shell.

That's, uh, still the bit of faith?

But what is the value of it in hard cash?

Trust me.

Bring Johnny back, and we'll settle it all.

Now, will you?

Aye. I will.

I will.

Oh, no, miss. I'll bring him.

You stay here.

- Well, my child? - Father...

when Shell returns, give Johnny to me.

- It's not for me to give him to anyone. - Why are you having him brought here?

Shell says he's wounded, maybe dying.

I want to hear his confession...

and do what I can to comfort his soul.

And afterwards?

I'll try to persuade him to give himself up.

- Father... - What do you want me to do, child?

Help you to take him back to the boys...

so he can kill more people and defy the authorities?

So that I can take him away from all of them and be with him.

You will never hear of him again. I give you my word.

But you couldn't hide him for long.

I've done it before.

This is different. He's killed a man...

and he must pay the penalty.

Rather than that, I'd take his life myself.

Child, you mustn't say such things!

Why, Father?

The law would do it for revenge.

I only do it out of pity.

Have you thought what would happen to you?

I shall go with him.

Kathleen! You don't know what you're saying.

If he's arrested, I'll have to live...

while he's on trial...

while he's being executed...

and afterwards, for all the years of my life.

Kathleen, there's a little glove somewhere for putting on the coals.

Can you see it?

Listen to me. When people are in deep trouble...

they often say to me they'll kill themselves...

and they mean it at the time.

But when everything seems lost...

God gives them the courage to win.

It's not for myself that I'm afraid.

Why, then?

I'm afraid for him, if he should die alone.

When men were against him...

I protected him.

If I go with him, perhaps I can protect him again.

Listen to me, Kathleen.

This life is nothing but a trial...

for the life to come.

You're being tested now...

and if you wish to get real happiness for Johnny and yourself...

you'll face your ordeal and win your own heaven.

You're wise, Father, and good, I know.

I want to listen to you, but I can't.

I can't take it in.

I only know that what I feel...

is stronger than my religion, stronger than myself.

Kathleen, where's your faith?

My faith is in my love.

You have neither the power nor the right...

to do this thing.

I believe that what I intend to do is good.

- Did you see who came in? - Yes. Keep your mouth shut.

- Eightpence change. - Mr. Fencie...

- Be quiet. - Who is that fellow?

- It's Johnny. - Get on with your work.

Mr. Fencie, let Charlie chuck him out before there's trouble.

And what would happen to me if his friends found out? Huh?

- What'll we do, then? - You carry on.

Now, come on. Take this and get out of here.

I need to stay and rest. I'll go when you close.

You're not gonna rest here. Come on.

Get a hold of this.

Oh, wasting good stuff!

Come on, get out of here. Pull yourself together.

Shall we throw an apron over his head and run him out?

No. Wait till closing time. Then get rid of him.

Keep your eye on here. Serve number four.

Shell!

Is that you, Shell?

Aye, it is, but I'm going out immediate. I have business.

That's right. I'll see you later, boys.

- Ah, Shell dear. - Lukey!

- Lukey, Lukey! - Shell!

- I need you. - Lukey!

Ah, Lukey! Look, Lukey!

I-I have important business matters, Lukey.

Look. You see? It's not right.

I haven't got what I wanted, have I?

- You're at it again, Lukey. - It's the eyes.

But Lukey, why don't you paint a nice jug...

and some apples like the other fellas?

- Sit down, Shell. - But...

Sit down. It'll only take a couple of minutes.

But it's always a couple of minutes...

stretching to hours in this blasted chair!

One day you'll die, Shell...

but this... this picture will live.

Lukey, I have...

important business matters.

Lukey, I know where Johnny McQueen is hiding.

I-I know where I can lay hands on him.

And Lukey, he's hurt bad. He can't move.

- What's that you say? - And I-I went to Father Tom...

and him and me agreed on terms.

Uh, nothing definite. No promises.

But you know, a rich thing.

A particle of something. Very precious.

What have you been up to, you sneaking little rat?

But Lukey dear!

Sure there's hundreds of police out to get Johnny...

and where was the wrong in me diddling him out of harm...

and putting him clean into the gentle palm...

- of the hand of mercy? - You...

Ah, Lukey! I only asked Father Tom...

Selling a human being, eh?

Lukey, he goes to the right buyer.

- And how much did he offer? - There was no exact figure.

How much?

Negotiations was left open for further parleys, like.

Liar!

I'm going to hit you hard for trying to sell a man on the run!

Lukey, don't. I know where Johnny is at this minute.

Let me just whisk him over to Father Tom.

- I'm going to hit you hard unless... - Unless what?

Unless you bring him here for me to paint.

That's a desperate thing you're asking me to do!

- What about his friends? - I want him. Afterwards, do what you like.

You'll do what I tell you.

- It'd take too long. - Just the head and shoulders.

You see, Shell dear, there'll be something...

something in his eyes, something more than all my failures have.

- Lukey, I don't know. - Don't you?

- Then I'll break your little neck. - Let go of me.

- Yes or no? - I want to think over me plans...

I said, yes or no?

Well, yes, yes.

If you don't bring him here...

I'll hit you hard where it hurts.

Yes. But if you do bring him here...

then I may... I may... find some good in you after all.

Look, I'll have everything ready.

You dirty...

Shell!

I'm not running any risks...

for the fun of putting up models for you, me boy!

Are there faces in the fire, Lukey?

Hundreds of them, Tober.

Beautiful ones. Ugly ones.

Smiling. Glaring at me.

Men and women, one after another, telling me things...

shedding tears.

But they don't stay.

Oh, Tober dear, if I could only get just one of them...

Go and get yourself a drink.

Ooh, thank you, Tober.

Johnny.

Johnny!

Johnny? Johnny, I've fixed it for you.

Johnny.

Johnny?

Johnny!

Look out where you're going!

Shell?

Have a drink, Shell. Have a drink.

How's business?

- Me best bird has flew. - Too bad, too bad.

- Aye. I'm looking for him. - What sort of bird is he?

Mr. Fencie, he's hurted.

In, uh... in the left wing.

You think you'll find him in the dark on a wild night like this?

I'm halfway to him already.

Is that so?

I know rightly where he is at this minute.

Why don't you catch him, then?

No hurry. No hurry.

He's in a corner. Can't get out.

What would you do if you had him?

Sure I'd sell him. He's a prize creature...

wounded or sound.

Suppose, now... just suppose, like...

you didn't find him at all.

What would you do then?

I'd go to the police, Mr. Fencie.

I see.

I wish you luck.

Would you give me a hand to get him away?

Wait here a minute.

Look out!

- Large whiskey. - Hello, Lukey. How's the art?

- Still making the paint fly? - Listen to them all yap, yap, yap...

all about a man who committed a murder.

The police want him, but you're all afraid of him and his friends.

But I'm not. I'd look into his eyes.

- What would you do after that? - I'd paint him.

It'd all be there... the truth of life and death.

- Like those pop-eyes of yours up there? - That muck? Beer money!

Hold on! Who are you? What do you want?

What are these people doing here? Who are they eh?

- I wouldn't like to interfere with that. - We must get him to the hospital.

Did I bring you through the police cordon in my cab?

- Come on, get out! - You all right, chum?

Oh, you're tight

I'll wait for you, Johnny. I'll wait for you.

I'm thinking of the decent man he killed...

There's that little rat!

Time, gentlemen, please! Time!

Let me get at him!

Let me get my hands on that little wretch!

You...

That's enough. Get out of there.

Get out!

- Good night, good night. - Good night, gents.

Give me a couple of those bottles.

- Where's the money? - Put it on my account.

- Oh, no! - I suppose you must be feeling...

a little bit tired after all your exertions.

The damage will amount to about 25 quid, I should think.

Come on. What suggestions have you got to offer?

I have no money.

No, but plenty of talent for smashing up the place.

It's the police this time for you.

On the last occasion when you and your friend suffered...

a small artistic difference, I forgave you.

This time it's serious. I must send for the police.

Twenty-five pounds? I'm a painter, not a publican.

- Pay up or go to prison. - I'm a little pinched financially.

- Then it's six months in jug for you. - All right. Have your revenge.

Now, I've got a proposition.

Yes, of course. A couple of my pictures will square everything.

- No, a better alternative. - What is it?

You'll soon see. The police or my proposition?

I'm too busy to take a six months' holiday in prison.

- Then it is my proposition? - Yes.

Joe, go tell Bill to bring his cab here. Come over here.

- Sam, give us a hand. - See what a picture you've painted.

He's gonna make good that mischief.

But it's Johnny!

Yes, it's him, all right.

- How are you? - I've ordered a cab.

The fellow who drives won't ask any questions.

- What do you want me to do? - Get rid of him.

Tip him out somewhere in the dark, away from here.

Here's ten bob for the cab. Make up your mind.

- Get him out. Sam, give us a hand. - It'll be 10 years if we're caught.

Watch that arm. He's for the road.

There's only one road for him, whichever way he goes.

Wait here.

- The street's empty. The cab is here. - My bottles.

- My beer. - Outside. See if there are police about.

- But Mr. Fencie... - Get out!

- If the police see us... - Shut up. Open that door.

- Thank you. - Lukey! Come on. Outside.

- All right, all right. - Come on.

Don't you think he ought to have a little brandy for the journey?

Outside. Go on.

Come on. Go on, get him in there.

- Be careful with him. - Come on, give us a hand.

Go on, get in.

Hurry up. All right, take it away.

Stop! Have you no manners?

Go on!

When I get you home, I'll give you a drink.

And a friend of mine...

he'll fix your arm for you.

Tober.

Oh, Tober.

Tober?

Tober, is... is this serious?

When you were a student in that university in London...

you learned about things like this. Look.

Am I... Am I hurt bad, huh?

No.

I-I thought... I might have been.

Fish and chips, huh?

Good nourishing food.

Ne'er a one for poor Shell. I-I'm desperate hungry.

You're a decent man, Tober.

Tober...

a bad thing has happened.

You won't be cross, will you, if I tell you?

You won't, will you?

Lukey was terrible cross.

- Well? - Well, I-I...

I found where Johnny McQueen was hiding.

- Go on. - And I...

I took and I went to Father Tom.

To get your dirty bit of profit?

- Sure I have to live. - Shell, you are foul.

Father Tom never said so.

He was decent, like. I just told him...

that I had to live, and he sort of agreed with me.

'Course, he has no fortune or anything...

but he sort of hinted he had something else.

It's faith, precious particle...

something he has by him.

And that's what I've lost.

It might have glorified your miserable bit of soul.

Tober...

what does it mean, "faith"?

Only one man had it.

Then I wonder how old Father Tom...

would've given me a bit of it.

What is it?

It's life.

I got him. It's Johnny

- Put him over there by the fire. - Oh, no.

Here. You see?

Watch it a second.

It's his shoulder.

He's in a bad way.

Boil up some water quickly.

Clean out a bowl and bring it here, and a piece of carbolic soap.

- Bring that case from my room. - I know.

All them silver scissors. Yes.

- What's this you're up to? - Look at him, Tober.

All the other people I've painted were living.

But he's different.

He's near death. He sees it.

He's dying. I don't need to be told that.

There are wonderful thoughts in his eyes.

- You madman. - It won't take long.

After I've fixed him up, he's going to the hospital.

You know who he is, don't you?

All the same, if he gets there soon, he might live.

You might say his life is lost already.

Not my concern.

Patching up his body just so he can be tried and then executed.

I can't help what happens later.

There's more to be considered than the body.

That may be dying, but the soul is still alive.

Tober, are you going to operate?

Bring the hot water. Fetch a clean towel from the cupboard.

Have you got the stuff that makes the smell in hospitals?

Get those things.

And you'll keep out of the light, won't you, Tober?

- Why do you want to do this? - 'Cause, Tober...

there's something to be said about him before he dies.

- And about all of us. - I can see it, Tober.

Take care. You might find something...

you don't understand that'll frighten you.

I understand what I see in him.

What is it?

It's the truth about us all.

Is that all?

- He's doomed. - So are we all.

- Is he really dying? - We're all dying.

But could you not fix him up...

so that he could walk home, like?

'Course, I'd see him safe along the road. Maybe I'd go with him.

Shell, in my room there's some brandy. Bring it.

Aye. That'll give him the strength.

Father, it's an inspector. Where will I go?

You stay here. I'll see him downstairs.

- Hello, Fred. - Ah, Father.

I just wanted a few words with you.

I've a visitor upstairs. Do you mind coming into the vestry?

Thank you.

I know what you've come to talk about.

Then you know it's a serious matter, Father.

Johnny McQueen's doings.

That, and because Kathleen Sullivan was seen entering your house.

There's nothing against her, surely.

In the eyes of the law, she's a dangerous woman.

I've been listening to her.

She's been asking you where to find Johnny McQueen.

- That's a crime? - A serious one, Father.

Tell me this:

From your experience of men and women...

would you say they're all bad?

In my profession, there is neither good nor bad.

There is innocence and guilt. That's all.

I've seen the bad in them...

and would condemn that, and rightly too...

but what do we do when we find something that is good in them?

Shouldn't we recognize that?

I know what you're trying to tell me.

This woman loves McQueen. She can't find him...

so she comes to you to ask you to help her to find him.

Like all the people here. They expect me to do miracles.

Father, I have my duty to do.

Where is this man McQueen?

Out there somewhere, amidst the stones of the city.

Is that all you have to tell me?

You all come asking my assistance...

but I wanted to see this man for a very good reason.

- Why? - You might think this strange...

but I wish I could have seen him before his arrest

I wanted so much to comfort him.

That isn't unreasonable, Father...

but you can't do that unless he's coming here.

I shall have the streets around here watched.

This time, Father, don't interfere.

Oh, I... I wasn't interfering.

I was only just wondering...

if there mightn't be a little mercy.

I'm sorry, but it's my duty to bring this man to justice.

That's the duty of all of us.

Father, it might be better if that young woman...

stayed here with you for a while.

You understand.

Good night.

The young lady left a few minutes ago. She said she couldn't stay.

- Where did she go? - She didn't say.

It's time you were in bed, Father.

Wait a little longer. It's only 11:00.

You expect the tide to wait? It's dropping fast.

By midnight the ship will be grounded.

He'll be at Father Tom's any minute now.

Get him here by midnight. I'll do what I can.

But I can't do a thing after that.

I'll get him before then.

Aye, you'd have been a great doctor, Tober...

if only you'd finished your studies.

You'd have had that top hat...

and fine clothes, and a big house...

and the rich customers coming to you to be cured.

And you wouldn't have to get out of bed...

until maybe 10:00 in the morning...

when the streets would be sort of aired.

Easy, now. Easy.

He's ready for hospital now, Lukey. Give me a hand.

He'd better rest a bit longer. You daren't move him yet.

- He must have a blood transfusion. - What good will that do?

- It might save his life. - But he's not fit to be moved.

- You and your infernal paintings! - Give him a brandy, can't you?

So you can have him there while the life dribbles out of him?

The pot calling the kettle black! You fellas are not caring a pin about him!

Yammering about his body and his soul.

"He has an immortal soul." "He must go to hospital."

That's uncivilized. Make up your minds about him quick.

I'm not going to stand any nonsense from you fellas!

Do you think I dressed his wounds and got him comfortable...

just so you could paint him?

You fixed him up so when you get him to hospital, you'll be proud

- If he dies... - Give him peace to do it in, then!

What if he does? What do we tell the police?

You've done what you wanted Now let me.

I will not allow him to die in that chair!

Aren't you telling me...

you're gonna hand him over to the police?

When he's fit, they'll pass him on to the police and put him up for trial

- You expect me to hide him? - I tell you, he should stay here.

Look at him, Tober It won't take me much longer

Have you ever heard tell of Father Tom?

Father Tom... the old priest at St. Catherine's?

- That's him. - Where is he?

Tell me, Father, like you used to tell us.

Louder, Father. Speak louder. I can't hear you.

Look.

We've always drowned your voice with our shouting, haven't we, Father?

We never really listened to you.

We repeated the words without thinking what they meant.

But I remember...

when I was a boy...

I remember.

"When I was a child, I spoke as a child...

I thought as a child..

I understood as a child

But when I became a man...

I put away childish things.

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels...

and have not charity...

I am become as sounding brass...

or a tinkling cymbal.

Though I have the gift of prophecy...

and understand all mysteries and all knowledge...

and though I have all faith...

so that I could remove mountains...

and have not charity...

I am nothing."

He's mad. He's out of his mind.

He's delirious. I'm going to fetch an ambulance.

Father Tom is waiting for you.

And there's a young lady named Kathleen with him.

Could you get as far as Father Tom's...

if I gave you a hand?

Shell!

Right, come on, now. You're doing fine.

Come on. Step it out. That's the man.

Step it out. That's it.

That's right, me son. Come on with you.

- Show me the way. - Right, Johnny.

I will. Come on.

That's the boy. Come on.

That's right. Come on, Johnny.

Come on.

That's right. You're doing fine.

Come on.

Stay there, Johnny. Stay there.

You see? So I-I...

As I was saying, this fella, he said to me...

"If you bring the bird round to me next week..."

Johnny, come on.

Johnny, come on.

Come on.

It's all right, Johnny. Come on. It's all right.

Johnny, listen to me.

You stay here.

I'll get past the police, and I'll...

I'll bring Father Tom to you.

Stay there.

It's a hardy old night, Sergeant.

Where is he?

- I left him safe a wee bit back. - But where?

Just before the square. We couldn't get any farther.

Take me there.

- The police are all around. - Don't wait!

I have to leave a message with Father Tom.

- Tell Father Tom we've gone to the square. - That's right.

Me shoelace is busted!

Oh, me shoe's come off.

A sock full of snow and ice!

Johnny!

Kathleen?

- Is it really you? - Come to me and see.

I can't.

If you are real, stretch out your hand to mine.

What do you want with me?

Go back to life and peace.

I'll stay with you, my love.

Hold up your head.

Don't cry.

That's our chance. Will you take it with me?

Is it far?

Keep hold of my hand.

Father Tom, me shoe came off.

- Where is she? - The lace busted. She went on.

Which way?

I couldn't keep up, but we'll get her now.

Kathleen, where are you?

It's all right, Johnny. I'm here.

Is it far?

It's a long way, Johnny, but I'm coming with you.

We're going away together.

There's their gun, sir.

- Two shots fired. - Yes, sir

That's when we had to fire back