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From the dark, bloody history of Ireland's revolt for freedom, there were many Benedict Arnold. Many a man who took the king's shilling, one of these we tell of today. The scene of his crime is Dublin and the time is tense week of rebellion in Ireland's not-so-distant past, when the underground Republican army fought for its life against the occupation police known as the Black and Tan. This is the story of the Informer. Clinging in wet from the feet, making golden ports of coal a shop window the gloom, a hulking brood of a man walks warily down an ancient Dublin street, past strollers, past soldiers, past idlers, past the singer and his tear-bringing song, past the leaded pains of Dublin shops, past the pause suddenly riveted before a poster on a brick wall. Twenty pounds, twenty pounds reward, wanted for murder. Frankie McPhilip, they want him, why he did dirty, twenty pounds for Frankie. He cares down the poster, but the words tear at his brain. Twenty pounds for murder, my friend, Frankie McPhilip got saved. Twenty pounds from the crown, why he did dirty. Down Dublin's ancient street in the fog, strolls the towering darkness of a man. And after him, dogging his heels relentlessly, blown by the wind, follows the torn, tattered scrap of paper that was a poster on a brick wall, wraps itself around its ankles, he stops near the window of a travel agency and speaks to a girl who has walked out of the gloom. Gifford! Ah, Gifford, I can tell by the look of you, it's no use. I'm hungry and I can't pay me room rent, and you staring into that window reading about things other people can enjoy. Ten pounds to America, information within. Ten pounds to America, twenty pounds and the world is ours. What are you saying that for? Saying what for? Twenty pounds? What are you driving at? Ah, Gifford, what's the matter with you? Twenty pounds might as well be a million. Go on, go on with you, get to twenty pounds from the gutter. Hey, Gifford, too good for me, eh, well let me tell you something. You're no better than any other man. You're all alike. Ah, Katie, I didn't mean that. Go along with you and your fine principles. I can't afford it. Katie! Back into the gloom fades the bedraggled hungry woman, and slowly, carefully from behind Gippo, into the little island of light, comes the face on the poster. Gippo man! I'm lucky to be finding you here. Man, what is it? What are you staring at? Nothing, Frankie, but you came up to me so suddenly. I guess I'm getting jumpy. I don't know if there's a price on my head, twenty pounds. Six months is a long time, my boy, to be on the run. So I said to myself, I'll sneak into town and see my mother, and I'll duck right out again, and here I am. Did you deliver my message? Now what did my mother say? Oh, she blessed the things she would have liked. She followed me out crying and put a half a quiz man to give you. Well, I was that hungry, me sir, that I spent it. Ah, you big lover. Stop with her way of giving it to you. She likes you, Gippo. The Lord knows why. Let's come over here. What are you gawking at? Is there something queer about me? No, Frankie, you see, I've been caught marshals. Man, what for? Ah, you remember the ten to kill Queen Karen? We do lots for it, and I got the short match. I couldn't kill him, Frankie. He swore he deserved it if I let him go. And you believed him. What could come of that galliculate? Oh, he nearly applied me when I went back to the port. 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 betrothes. Never, you'll mind me, Buckle. We'll be together again. Wait and see like the old days. It's your help I need now. I've looked you up first thing to find out of the tent and still watching me mother's house. It's a regard. Not since Christmas. Good. I'm on. If I get a chance, I'll see Gallagher and I'll put a word in for you. Up the rebels, me boyos! Up the rebels! 10 pounds to America. He wants to see you, sir. Let him come in. Yes, sir. Go in, you. Yes? Well, I... It was like this. I... Well, speak up. Well, I... What do you want to say? Well, I've come for... I've come to claim the reward. The 20 pounds for Frankie McPhilip. Mary, the bread is that fresh. I can't cut it. Look at the crumbs it makes. Mother. Mary. My boy, my boy. Oh, Frankie. Praise be to God you've come back to. Save your praises for this fog that's upon his mother. It's the best friend I have this night and me dodging down dark streets to get here. Ah, I was so homesick to see you. I'd have walked down the middle of a connoisseur just to get a glimpse of the two of you. I'm a shammish, I'm sure you must be starving. Frankie, you shouldn't have come. It's not safe. What a long face for a sister. I've been with the fog and I'm up with the fog and nobody will be the wiser. You're sure nobody's seen. That's my old pal, Gippo Nolan. You see, I had to find out if the pans had a guard in the house. Now you have a nice cup of tea. He can do all your talking after work. No. Open up, we've got you, McPhilip. Go on, Frankie. Don't stop, Ron. No. No! They call sir about McPhilip. He was just killed trying to escape, sir. Thank you. There, the 20-pound reward. You'd better count it. Show him out the back way. Thanks. Come on, out you go. I've got to have a plan now. I've got to have a plan. Ah, Chibble, I'm your brain. You can't think without me. You're lost. You're lost, big fine friend. No, no, the devil takes it. Oh, I need a drink. Yes, a double whiskey. Gifford. What do you want to be sneaking up behind a man like that for? I'm sorry, I blew up on you. Like that out in the street, I mean. Ah, Gifford, you know how I love you. I got it. I did it for you. You did what? Never mind. There's your change. Gifford, where did you get that money? Look at it. And not an hour ago you hadn't a penny to warm your pocket. Did somebody die and leave you for the gold? What are you saying that for? Or did you rob a church or what? Ah, that's it. You mean that you robbed a church? Yes. No, no, no, he wasn't a church. He was a sailor of an American ship. I went to him at the back of Cassidy's pub on Jerome Street. But if he say a word, he'll get me into trouble. Who, me? What do you take me for? An informer? What do you talk about informing for? Gifford. Oh, who's an informer? Gifford. Oh, don't be saying things like that. What's the matter here? Ah, he did it. It's all right, Barney. Let him alone. He didn't mean any harm. Oh, come on, Gifford. Let's get out of here. Look out for the blind man, Gifford. Here, we'll get a cab. Ah, wait, wait. Bad luck to put him past. Here, you. Thank you. Thank you. And may God bless you. Gifford. Oh, he knew me. Gifford. You gave him a pound note. That's the difference. Look, you go home to your room and get some food in. And I'll be there as soon as I can. Ah, but, Gifford, where are you going? I just remembered something. They'll be wondering whether I'm not there already. Who? Where? Ah, thank you. It's Mother and Sister. I've got to go to the wake. Are they all up there? Thanks, lad. What could he about the poor boy, Frankie? It is easy seen that it was the work of an informer. He's sure. It is the work of an informer. Thank you, my son, my friend. I'm sorry for your trouble, Mrs. McPherson. What are you shouting for? Don't you know there's a wake going on? Let him alone, Bartley. Sure he was a friend of my dead son. Well, the same. You should show more respect for the dead. I'm sorry. It's tears in my eyes I have and a blow of the nose that I'll be having with me a handkerchief. You dropped some coins, Gifford. Let him alone. Sure I was only trying to give them back to you, Mr. Norland. I swear by all that's holy, I warned him not to keep away from the house. Heavens, Gifford. There's no one suspect you. Ah, you've been very good to me, Mrs. McPhilip. I'm sorry for your trouble. There, there. Maybe a few coins will help you. Why, Gifford? Thanks. But we thought to it. I, I, I came into a little something, Mary, a little something. You know, I wasn't something then. I'll be going down with you, Gifford. Man alive, what are you hurrying for? Who's hurrying? Don't be getting your rag out me, boy, oh. It's a free country and a man can ask questions without all this gossip around, especially from an old pal. Are you working now? No. Don't be shouting at me like an aboriginal. Sure you can't blame me and Bartley for taking an interest in you for all time, Gifford. Say it as how you were one of us at one time. You don't seem to be in the need of money tonight, Gifford. You little stinker. I'll teach you to dug me. What, Bartley? What's wrong, boys? What are you up to? He suspects me. Suspect you of what? I didn't say anything, Bartley. You're a liar. You did both of you. I know you're Bartley Mulholland and Tommy Connors. Your gully goes right in, man, and I'll just... Shut up, Gifford. Are you mad? Don't you know there are people listening? Well, then, don't be accusing me. Come on, then. Let's be getting out of here. No, Commandant Gallagher wants to see you. Well, I'm not going. You're not scared of the Commandant, are you? Scared? I'm not scared of the finest man that was ever well. Good. Come on, then, Gifford. This way. Fine whiskey. Nothing like the King's whiskey, Dan. Danny, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you. Anything. It's nice to be friendly, Gallagher. I go through five years. Who informed on Frankie McPhillip? Wait, wait, wait. I'll tell you, Danny. It was that rat, Mulligan. Mulligan? Mulligan, the tailor. Yes, it was the grudge. Yes, he had a grudge against Frankie. It was a... Oh, it's a long, long story. There's another little drink in the bottom of the bottle. Take it. He's already killed two or four bottles, Dan. Come on, now, Gifford. What grudge are you talking about? The grudge? Oh, the grudge. Yeah, the sister. Mulligan's sister and Frankie, you know. So Mulligan got so... He informed on him. I see. Yeah, I saw him going to the time court this tonight. What time? Time? Oh, eight o'clock. Half past six. Well, are you taking me back, Danny, goodbye? If your statement checks, you'll get back. I'll be a court of inquiry tonight at half past one at the ammunition dump. Oh, Bartley, take him up. Hey, before I body me, boy, you'll find me a cakey mat. All right, sure I'm out, boys. In a moment, we will continue with the second part of Academy Award. Have you ever come across a bed of fresh green mint on a summer's day? If you have, you've probably picked a few leaves, crushed them between your teeth, and enjoyed the sudden cool tang of delight full refreshment. 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And now the House of Squib presents part two of Academy Award, starring Victor McLaughlin, Margot Graham, Wallace Ford, and J. M. Carrigan in The Informer. Mary, darling, I had to see you. Oh, Mary, I love you. I love you, dear. Oh, when is this trouble going to end? Just killing and more killing. It's hard on you women, I know. You're braver than we are. But it's Ireland, Mary. Dan, why did you come? Mary, we have to find The Informer that gave Frankie away. Tell me, did Frankie think he was followed when he came home tonight? Nobody saw him. Only his friend, Giffle Nolan. He said he had to see him first to find out whether or not he was a guard on our house. Where did he see him? That's... Oh, let me see. In the street before the travel agency. I see you. Did he mention a man named Mulligan? No, I'm sure not. Call of times in the neighborhood. Thanks. Goodbye, Mary. Oh, there's a court of inquiry at one o'clock. I'll be back for you. Slip out the back way and meet me. I will, dad. Take care of yourself. Oh, you have a lovely voice. A sweet voice. Even the birds are still. Where are you taking me to, you little scut? Ain't me up to gettin' to Katie yet? Ah, no, there you go. There you go. Talkin' about Katie and we havin' a fine little jamboree. No, don't worry about your little Judy. She'll be always on the streets. Never fear. Yes, what did you do? Hey, let's go. Let's go. You have big stiff. Your throat can be dazzled. That's what you have. Your throat is a fiddler's dog. Take your hands off me. Oh, you think you're a king, do you? Well, you're a big lump of beef. That's all you have. You're drunk. And your last penny is spent. And I know for the youth for you, Mr. Gippo Nolan. It's so factual. Broke him, you little scut. I got a roll of bills one right here, see? Oh, be the holy. Where did you get it, Gippo? There's enough there to choke a horse. And me jokin' about it a few minutes ago. Ah, Gippo, me boy, you're a king. And it descended the kings. Here's my hand on it, Gippo. The hand of a man that's loyal and true. Come in, you little scut. I'm going to find Katie. What do you want? Where's Katie? What do you suppose he wants, old Harrodon? He wants a drink. You'll get no drink here, you foreshort climber. Why don't you go back to the gutter where you belong? Now, don't be talkin' to Gippo like that. And don't be lookin' down your nose here, you old squint. Oh! I suppose you think we have no money. Sure, Gippo. Oh, good boy. I want to go back home away from Alde. And where's your home? Near London. And how much will he cost to get there? Oh, just a minute. Here, take it all. Gippo! Gippo! I'll shut up with you. And let's have a drink. Drink for everybody! Five or seven and four is eleven. Eleven pounds. Come on. It's almost time. We've got to go. It's almost time. We've got to get him to the inquiry. Now, gentlemen, I want you to drink to the healthy King Gippo, as brave as a lion and as strong as a bull. I go through fire and water for him, and he do Gippo for me. You've all seen the wonder of your generation tonight. Money scattered like snuff out of way. And who may I ask as the impertinence to tell me and Gippo to shut up? Come on, Gippo. Comedian Gadigar is waiting. Time for the inquiry. Peter Mulligan, do you recognize the authority of this court? I do. Heaven knows. You have assisted? Yes. But she is married and lives in America. She's lying! Lying! Just a minute, Gippo. You'll have your turn. It's not for me to condemn you, Gippo. Maybe you're not responsible. Why, bless you. What do you mean? What are you driving at? Sit down! The rest of your testimony has been proven correct, Mulligan. Now, do you bear any man a grudge? I bear no one a grudge. On me also. No grievance against Frankie McPhilip? The Lord have mercy on me. What for? Where were you at half past six tonight? Well, I was walking to my home, and I passed Kerrigan going the other way. Kerrigan, did you meet Mulligan at half past six tonight? Or you did too? That's all. You'll be taken home, Mulligan, in the car that brought you. I'm sorry this had to happen. Show him out, Kerrigan. Sit down. Mary, will you stand, please? Thank you. Will you repeat what Frankie told you when he came home tonight? He said he met Gippo in the street. Said he had to make sure there was no guards at our home. Is that true, Gippo? If not, why did you shout at the wake that you'd warned him to stay away from the house? Why did you lie about Mulligan? Were you drunk? Or what? Well, I... I take it a little drop. It may be true. And what did you do after leaving Frankie? Well, suppose I don't tell you. And what are you going to do? Do it yourself. Well, I... I'm all mixed up. Where did you get all the money you spent? I can't make nothing up, Danny. I'm drunk. I'm drunk. I spent two pounds in the fish and chips. He broke a pound in Ryan's. He gave a blind man a pound. Two pounds went for drinks. Five pounds to some woman. Four pounds to another woman called Aunt Betty. And you sent five pounds to Keetie Madden. And that makes just 20 pounds! Ah, me... me head is sore, Danny. I'm drunk. I'll tell you. Where did you get the 20 pounds? Now tell us. I can't remember nothing. Who was the informer? I... I... Well, I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know what I was doing, Danny. Take him away. With this fog? Come on, lads. He mustn't get away. What if you don't find him? I'd die if I lost you two. I'm not thinking about myself. It's all the others. The movement. It's Ireland. That poor soul knows so blasted much. Boy, there's only something we could do. It's just horrible waiting. Come on, Dad. She wants to see you. Insist on seeing you. Who? Who? Who? He won't talk to a soul of us. I'm Katie Matten. I'm Gifo Nolan's girl. Shut the door. I'd come to beg of young Minnie. He didn't know what he was doing. Ah, you can't hurt him if you know how it was. I shamed him for his poverty and blamed him for mine and put him the idea into his head. Leave him go, come on, Dad. I can't, Katie. You know what he did. There's a dead boy lying down the street. They're asking something that's not within me power. He'll never harm you again. Do you think the tans will let him alone now? They'll drag everything he knows out of him. His own fear will drive him to them and make him a weapon to destroy us all. All I ask is mercy. I'll take him away, please. Where is Gifo now? He's in my room. On the other side of the church. Come on, Bartley. Tell the others. Wouldn't you be giving him a chance? One chance! I'm sorry, Katie. I can't. Gifo! He's in humor. How can he walk with all those bullets in him? He won't get away. He's going into the church. We've got to surround it now. Dad, nice to see you. Gifo. It was I that informed on your son, Mrs. McPhilip. Forgive me. Gifo, I forgive you. You didn't know what you were doing. 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