"The Whistleblower" movie script

The Informer

"The Whistleblower" movie script

Text/(United States) Dudley Nichols

Translation/Zheng Xuelai

Content description

"The Whistleblower" is a screenplay adapted from the novel of the same name by the famous American film writer Da Nichols Gen. Liam Overardi. It was made into a film by the famous American film director John Ford in 1935; Zeng Was named the best film of the year, and won several Golden Awards for screenwriter, director, and performance. The story tells the story of a reckless man named Jibo Norlan who betrayed his friend Frank McPhilippe in order to receive a reward of twenty pounds during the Irish anti-British struggle in 1922. Jibo originally wanted to use the money to buy ferry tickets and escape with his girlfriend, but after the money got the money, he was afraid of telling the story and because of his guilt, he indulged and drank all night and squandered the money. Finally, the revolutionary organization found out his whistleblowing behavior and executed him.

This book can be used for reference by filmmakers, and also for film and literature lovers to read and appreciate.

night.

A street in Dublin is full of dense fog and no one is left. From somewhere came the sound of violin and the singing of street singers. The street lamp gleamed feebly through the thick fog. The light fell on a brick wall, illuminating the newly posted dramas that had become small pieces of paper.

There is a tavern around the corner, and there is a street behind it, which looks brighter. On the other side of the street is a snack bar selling fried fish.

An ugly figure emerged from the fog, like a behemoth. This is Jibo Nolan. He wore a shabby peaked cap and a greasy scarf around his neck. With his hands in his pockets, he wandered lonely in the fog, as if he was in a misty and mysterious ocean. He stopped at the corner and stared at a small sign affixed to the wall, illuminated by the oblique light of a street lamp. Ji Bo's huge face, haggard from sleepiness and hunger, showed an expression of surprise.

Close-up shot: notice. There is a portrait of a person and the following text:

This person incited the people to rebel against His Majesty the King’s government. Those who reported his whereabouts were rewarded with a reward of 20 pounds.

Commander of the Royal Irish Army Garrison, Dublin City

The vague words and familiar faces caught Ji Bo's attention. He immediately recognized this "traitor" as Frank McPhilip...

His eyes became blank, and memories took him to the past.

On the screen, the picture produced in Jibo’s memory...

Frank and Jibo, dressed in military uniforms, stood side by side with wine glasses in hand, leaning their elbows on the bar counter. It can be seen that Ji Bo is laughing happily. But this laughter is inaudible. What came to our ears was still the sound of the violin and the singing of street singers...

Ji Bo continued to look at the notice... Raising his hand... In the camera: Ji Bo's thick hand tore the notice from the wall. Now there are only a few jagged pieces of paper that are white. They seem to form a frame.

Ji Bo looked at the notice in his hand angrily, and threw it on the road angrily... He once again dropped his broad shoulders, put his hands deep in his pockets, and walked forward in the mist. The farther... I walked under the street light, turned a corner, and then turned into another street.

But the notice rolled on the road with the wind, just like his fate.

Jibo walked past some small shops and then the snack bar selling fried fish...

The sound of music is more clear and audible.

A popular tavern in this area. All kinds of people gathered around it, and the crowd was silent. Everyone is listening to the blind singer singing. Ji Bo approached, stopping with an indifferent expression.

…The notices blown by the wind rolled on the road. It rolled to Jibo's feet. I got stuck here... Jibo kicked it away with his foot inadvertently. With a dazed look, he stood up and walked forward... and stopped again. He took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, rubbed a match on his thumb nail, and started smoking.

In the shot: Jibo's face illuminated by the flame of a match. Something caught his attention. He frowned and threw the match away. He took a deep breath and expelled a big cloud of smoke at that time.

The window of a travel agency. Standing next to it was a very beautiful Guyu, about twenty-five to twenty-eight years old. This is Kaidi Madden. The heavy fog and the faint light made her simple attire obscure, so she seemed to us to dress quite well. Kaidi concentrated on the advertisements and notices in the window. A colorful poster faintly appeared in the glass, with a big ship painted on it and some words written on it. Kaidi didn't notice, a well-dressed man approached her. The stranger spoke to her, but she did not answer him.

For a few seconds, Jibo watched the girl from a distance. When he saw the man approaching Kaidi, his face sank, and he thought for a while...he walked towards them.

Everything that happened afterwards, we saw through the window glass from the travel agency. But the sound cannot be heard.

The well-dressed man took Kaidi's hand. They were about to go away... Jibo suddenly walked up to them and grabbed a piece of the man's hand. Kai Ti shouted. The man also yelled, and threatened Ji Bo. Jibo grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up with one hand, dragged him to the side of the sidewalk, and threw him to the middle of the street with an extraordinary brawl. Then, without even looking at him, he turned his head and walked towards Kaidi. Kaidi, with a look of protest and panic, stood by the window as before.

The man was frightened by Ji Bo's extraordinary stamina, got up without saying a word, and left.

Jibo stood silently beside Kaidi. He appeared to be helpless and unlucky. His arms hung like a whip. He knew that he was about to hear unpleasant words.

However, in Kaidi's angry eyes. She revealed her admiration for this ugly boy... She raised her eyes and looked around. For an instant, her gaze stayed on the attractive poster of the shipping company.

Whether it is this brightly colored poster or the sound of music coming here, it emphasizes the despair and hopeless situation of these two people...

Kaidi: Hey, Ji Bo, what's the use of beating? I am hungry and have no money to pay the rent. You don’t have any money... right? (Not waiting for him to answer) I know, you can't tell... Ah, don't look at me like that. All I can rely on is you! I am the only one...you know. But what can we do to get rid of this situation? ... (turns around and walks to the window) Money! ...Some people are lucky...you see...they are joking with us! ...

…In the lens: posters and price lists of shipping companies-travel expenses to the United States. ... Outside the camera, Kaidi’s wry laughter and speech:

"With twenty pounds, the whole world is yours."

...It's Kaidi and Jibo standing next to the window again.

Ji Bo: (to Kaidi) Why do you say this?

Kaidi: What are you talking about? Twenty pounds?

Jibo: (grabbing her hand) What are you thinking about?

Kaidi: (strokes her hand out) Let go, Ji Bo! What happened to you! (He continued to say in pain without waiting for him to answer) Twenty pounds! To us it is as valuable as a million pounds.

Ji Bo: (Angry) Go pick up the thing I threw in the ditch... Go get your twenty pounds.

Kaidi: (Excited) Jibo Sage! I am not good enough for you... am I? Okay, let me tell you-you are no better than other men. You are all the same!

Ji Bo: (Embarrassingly) Kaidi, you don't understand what I mean?

Kaidi: (Painfully) You and your noble principles will go away for me...I can't climb high.

She left Jibo suddenly and walked in the direction he had just come.

Ji Bo is not accustomed to speaking a lot, he can't express the struggle that is going on in his heart at the moment.

He watched her silently and sadly... and cried out aggrievedly:

"Kaidi!"

But she disappeared into the fog without even looking back... Ji Bo followed her.

The crumpled notice rolled on the sidewalk. It was blown by the strong wind, and followed him like an ominous fate... The sad music resounded like just now.

The dining room of the inn. This is a fairly large room with many wooden tables and benches. The knives and forks on the table are fastened to it with chains. There is a big brazier in the corner of the room where the inn guests cook for themselves. Near the wall, there is a crude counter. This is a snack bar where you can buy ready-made simple food. Here are some dockers and other workers who can't find other shelters. Some are already eating, and some are just preparing dinner for themselves.

Jibo stood by the door leading to the aisle. Some new residents come into the room from time to time. After dinner, many people got up and went somewhere, and then turned back.

Jibo ignored the hustle and bustle, put his hands in his pockets, and stood against the wall. His hungry gaze never left the food. He took a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, rubbed a match on his thumb nail, and started smoking. Then he squinted his eyes and stared at something nervously.

There was a docker who had just finished dinner. He carefully packed up the things that were left for consumption tomorrow and put them in a small cabinet. He was about to lock the cabinet door. A friend came over and asked him for a cigarette. . The dock worker gave it to him, but forgot to lock the cabinet and left with him.

Jibo's squinted gaze followed the dock worker for a moment. As soon as he disappeared into the aisle, Jibo walked towards the small cabinet. Try the door... it opens easily. Jibo threw a quick glance at the surroundings, hurriedly took a piece of meat and a potato from the drawer, walked to the brazier, and hurriedly threw these things into the pot at the same time as the other residents.

Close-up shot: A pair of men's feet walk carefully along the dark sidewalk. Stopping from time to time... Now they approached a circular spot. This is the reflection of a street lamp. The pace is faster than before...

Those feet continued to walk... The sign that was torn off by Ji Bo also continued to roll along the street. As soon as those feet stepped into the aperture, the notice fell under the walking people's boots...

Special driving shot: A thin man's hand picked up the notice...

A man wearing a tightly fastened cloak and a French straw hat smoothed the piece of paper and prepared to read it under the faint light of a street lamp. This is Frank McPhilipp. His portrait is printed on that paper, and it is him who is offering a reward...

Frank looked at the crumpled and dirty sign. His young but tired and stern face showed a sarcasm. He crumpled the notice into a ball and threw it into the ditch, carefully continuing his journey under the cover of fog.

The front of the inn. The worn-out, cracked stone steps lead directly to the glazed gate illuminated by the light. There is a sign above the door that says: "Dunbo Inn". Frank looked around warily, slowly climbing up the stairs.

Suddenly heard rhythmic footsteps. Frank ran down the stone steps quickly and retreated into the recess. He bent down and stood there, listening to the approaching footsteps. Now he put his right hand into his arms. Take out the pistol...

The sound of footsteps was almost nearby... A patrol team emerged from the fog. There were eight soldiers...The patrol passed quickly...

...Frank held his pistol tightly, just in case. It was only when the patrol team's footsteps disappeared in the distance that he hid the weapon, did not withdraw his right hand from under the cloak, and began to climb the stairs vigilantly.

Frank pressed his face against the glass door and saw the empty hallway. After he was sure that there was no obstacle, he quickly opened the door and entered the inn.

The dining room of the inn. Ji Bo is the only one there now. He was sitting next to a wooden table against the wall, and was wiping out a tin box of steaming potato meat in front of him. He put it into his mouth in chunks after chunks.

Jibo was about to put the next piece into his mouth, his hand suddenly stopped in the air, his chin pulled down... At the table opposite him, sat Frank McFeely who walked in silently like a cat. Pu.

Frank looked at Jibo in silence for a while, then smiled friendly and stretched out his hand to him. But Jibo was taken aback and sat there with his mouth open, his fork stopped in the air, staring at his friend intently, as if there was a ghost in front of him.

Thinking Jibo's surprised expression was funny, Frank smiled slightly.

Frank: Don't you know me, Jibo? (Pauses) But, I am not surprised... I am lucky to meet you here.

These words made Jibo sober, and he stretched out his hand to Frank. But he greeted him with trepidation, as if he was afraid that this was not a living person, but a ghost.

Suddenly, memories of the notice flashed in Ji Bo's mind. The portrait of Frank he had seen today appeared in front of him... but then the illusion disappeared, and he saw the person sitting in front of him again.

Frank didn't understand what had happened to Jibo. He stared at him in amazement first, then the amazement on his face changed to restlessness, and his right hand couldn't help putting it into the cloak. He lifted up slightly, turned his head and cast an uneasy glance behind him.

Frank: (nervously) Hello, what's the matter?

Jibo remained silent, looking at Frank intently. Frank continued to speak in a low but disturbed voice.

Frank: Why do you keep staring at me?

As if trying to get rid of the monster attached to him, Jibo shook his head. His hand fell weakly on the table. He began to talk upside down.

Ji Bo: Nothing...nothing...but you came too suddenly...

Frank: (feeling irritated, smiling nervously) Yeah... I'm probably a little nervous. I just found out how much my head is worth. Twenty pounds... I was so worth it!

The fork fell from Jibo's hand. He picked it up awkwardly. Frank still had a smile on his lips. He tried to use it to hide his anxiety.

Frank: Well, my friend, it took a long time to run around for six months. Sleeping on the mountain, it was very cold and there was no good food. So I said to myself, I'm going to sneak into the city happily, see my mother, and then sneak out...so I'm here! (Leaning over to the table) Did you bring your message?

Ji Bo thought for a moment and nodded.

Frank: (Impatiently) What did my mother say?

Jibo chewed the thing in his mouth for a while and swallowed it into his stomach before he started talking slowly. His voice is harsh. Every conversation not only caused him emotional tension, but also caused him physical tension.

Ji Bo: Oh, she thanked God when she heard that you were alive... She sent me out crying and gave me half a pound... but I was so hungry, so I gave the money. it took.

Frank: (smiling) Ah, you idiot! That was deliberately given to you by my mother. She likes you. Jibo, but why I like you, only God knows.

The picture of Frank on the notice appeared in front of Jibo's eyes. Because of fear, his eyes opened wide. Frank, anxious, asked in a very low voice that suddenly became hoarse:

"What's the matter with you? What are you looking at in a daze?"

Jibo: Nothing, nothing, Frank.

Frank: (being suspicious) Maybe you found something strange with me?

Jibo: (Embarrassedly) No... you know what! (Thinking of something) Frank, I'm under military trial!

Frank: (surprised) Why?

Jibo: (eyes staring at the plate) For a brown shirt...Evan Cavide...We all draw lots to decide who will be sent to execute his death sentence. I got the draw...I'll take him to the truck and take him away. ... He begged me to forgive his life, (reluctantly) I can't do it, Frankie... Besides, he swears that if I let him go, he will no longer be a soldier.

Frank looked at him kindly with a pitiful sneer.

Frank: So you believed what he said! (Interestingly) What did Commander Gallahan say?

Ji Bo: (Painfully) When I went back to report, he almost shot me... Then they kicked me out of the organization... (Looking at his sturdy hands gloomily) Now the British think I am facing The Irish, the Irish thought I was heading towards the British... I was spinning back and forth, there was nothing to eat... Not even the dog came to lick my trouser legs...

Frank: (shaking his head) Oh, you poor fool! Think about the things we have done together in the past, the hardships we have experienced together! (Gentlely) We are an amazing couple, Ji Bo, your strength and my brain. When we were in a dangerous situation, it was me who came up with ideas. Do you remember? ...... But now, as long as I leave you for a while, you will make mistakes again. You see, I am not your brain!

Frank smiled and was silent for a few seconds, as if thinking about something beautiful. Then he leaned over to the table, lowered his voice, and returned to reality.

Frank: Now I need your help. First of all, I want to know, are the brown shirts still monitoring my house?

The ghost that had been tracking him for several hours appeared before Jibo's eyes. He was silent. Frank couldn't help asking another question.

Frank: Are they still monitoring my house?

Jibo: (Pauses for a while) No... After Christmas, there won't be any...

Frank's face lit up, he was relieved, got up from the table, and nodded thoughtfully to Jibo.

Frank: Okay, I'm leaving. If I have a chance to meet Galahan, I will intercede for you.

He almost happily raised his hand, smiled and said:

"Long live the rebels!"

Then he quickly turned around and walked out of the dining room with his right hand in his arms. Jibo watched him. Now, the notice that he tore off again appeared in front of him. He raised his hand mechanically, trying to wave away the ghost tracking him, as if to wave away a entangled fly... He stood up, was about to go, and suddenly saw a potato left on the plate. Stopped and stuffed the potatoes into your mouth. His jaw moved slowly.

Ji Bo stood by the table, immersed in gloomy contemplation.

The sky is dark. Thick fog is permeated. The facade of a two-story brick building in the style of a barracks. This is the location of the headquarters of the British Garrison. The building was shrouded in darkness and looked gloomy. There were lights only in the two windows and at the door, and a sentry stood beside the door.

Ji Bo appeared from the fog. He slowly approached the building, walked to the gate, and stopped hesitantly. There is a struggle going on in his heart. His vacant but pitiful face and hesitant movements all illustrate this point. Now, it seemed that he had made up his mind to walk away... But suddenly he stopped abruptly, turned around and rushed towards the gate as if driven by bad luck.

The sentry greeted him blocked his way.

Ji Bo: I want to meet the duty officer.

The sentry looked Ji Bo from head to toe, exchanged glances, and decided to let him in. One of them nodded.

Sentry: Go in!

A brightly lit room in the headquarters.

There were a dozen garrison officers in the room, and a few brown shirts sat at the table, all wearing beautiful military uniforms: Scottish hoods with the Irish national emblem-red clover, black military tops, and trousers.

Ji Bo walked in accompanied by the sentry. Everyone's eyes are focused on them. The sentry led Ji Bo to the table at the top of the room where the duty officer was sitting. He was writing something and didn't notice the people who came by. Jibo stood there without taking off his hat. Finally, the officer continued to write something, and said aloud.

Officer: What's the matter?

Jibo slowly began to speak in a sullen voice, speaking quite hard, as if to squeeze it out.

Jibo: I'm here to receive...the capture of Frank McPhilippe...twenty pounds reward.

The officer's hand made a convulsive motion. He dropped the pen and looked at the ugly big man standing in front of him in surprise. Then he stood up suddenly and ordered abruptly.

Officer: Come with me!

He walked to the door, opened it, let Jibo go in, and then walked in and closed the door tightly.

Street.

Close-up shot: A team of brown shirts marched neatly... the loud footsteps walking on the road... followed by the misty and silent empty streets.

A room in the headquarters, but this is already another room. Ji Bo sat with his back at the desk. He still wears a hat. The officer was with him. There are also two officers standing at the table. No one paid any attention to Ji Bo.

He stared directly at the clock and listened to the neat footsteps outside the window. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps was drowned out by the rumbling of trucks.

The sound of the motor is gradually approaching, and people's speech can also be heard. The bright light from the truck's headlights hit Jibo's motionless face.

Street.

A truck sprinted past, and its roar could be heard indoors.

A team of brown shirts sat on the other car. The truck also drove past like the first one.

The same room in the headquarters. Only the ticking of the clock broke the silence.

The three officers were talking in a low voice, almost whispering, and their voices were too low to hear.

Jibo sat there as before, his eyes fixed on the clock. He looked at the pendulum swinging symmetrically.

One of the officers glanced at Jibo and said something about him to the other two. After the discussion, he ordered Ji Bo in a cold tone.

Officer: Take off your hat!

Ji Bo didn't understand what was going on all of a sudden, but just blinked blankly. Finally, after comprehending their request, he mechanically took off his hat, stuffed it into his pocket, hurriedly took out a cigarette, and smoked it. But before he had time to take a sip, the officer stopped him severely.

Officer: Smoking is not allowed here.

Jibo quickly removed the cigarette from his mouth, squeezed it out, and then carefully hid it in his pocket.

The clock kept ticking... Jibo looked at the dial. Beads of sweat are on his forehead. He wiped his sweat mechanically with his hands.

McPhillips’ kitchen.

This is a spacious and clean room with concrete floors. The stove is shiningly clean.

By the stove, Mrs. McPhilip was preparing dinner. She is an old lady with a likable appearance, with traces of hard years and hardships on her face. Mary, a beautiful twenty-year-old girl, was muttering some song while she was about to set the table.

The door opened suddenly. Frank shot in. Mary was the first to see him. There was a dazed, surprised and happy expression on her face. The girl froze in place... she dropped her hands at a loss. The plate she was holding fell to the ground.

Mrs. McPhilip was so happy that she cried, shouting and threw herself into her son's arms.

Mrs. McPhilip: My child! my child!

Frank: Mom!

He hugged Mary who happily ran to him with his other hand:

"Mary, lover!"

Mary: Oh, Frankie!

Tears of joy flowed down the mother's face.

Mrs. McPhilip: Thank God, you are back!

Frank: Don't thank God, mother, he doesn't exist at all. It was the fog that helped me. It is my best friend and protector tonight. I sneaked here on the dark street in the fog... (Looking at them affectionately) How I want to go home and see you guys, if I can Take a look at you, even if you walk in the center of W. Conor Avenue, you are willing! ...

Mrs. McPhilip pulled her son to the table, told him to sit down openly, and began to do something on the stove. The sister put the tableware in front of him.

Mrs. McPhilip: My poor boy, you must be starving.

The joy of the first few minutes calmed down... Mary didn't want to show her worry, but she didn't have the power to cover it up, and she looked at her brother from time to time.

Mary: Frankie, you shouldn't come back. This is not safe.

Frank smiled nonchalantly and began to eat.

Frank: Look at the unhappy face of your sister! do not be afraid! I come from the fog, and I will go out of the fog. No one will see me.

Mary: (uneasily) Are you sure no one in the city has seen you?

Frank: (happily, his mouth is stuffed) Only my old friend Jibo Nolan. I must ask him if our house is guarded by brown shirts.

Mrs. McPhilip: Eat, eat, my child. Talk about it later.

There was silence in the room... Only the ticking of the clock was heard.

Street. A row of two-story cottages. Among them, the clean cabin of McPhillips's house stands out. A small boulevard leads directly to the steps.

Behind these houses is a cemetery, enclosed by a fence.

About twenty yards from the street, there is a small church.

There is also a two-story hut behind the cemetery. It looks a little bit colder than all the others. At the top of it, Kaidi Madden rented a room.

The streets were immersed in heavy fog. Only the hut of McPhilip’s house and the path leading to it can be seen.

Two trucks rumbling to the front of the house. Stop. The brown shirt team quickly jumped off the car. One team hurried along the path to the steps, and the other team occupied the front door.

McPhillips’ kitchen.

Dinner is over. Mrs. McPhilip was busy by the stove. Frank is drinking coffee. Hearing the noise in the street, he quickly put down his teacup and listened nervously.

There was a loud knock at the gate. Frank jumped up as if stung by a bee. Mary covered her mouth with her hands to avoid shouting. Mrs. McPhilip turned around in horror.

Mrs. McPhilip: (sizzling) My boy!

Frank: Shhhhhhhh!

He gestured to them to ask them not to answer. Frank was tense inside, but he was calm on the outside. He drew a pistol from the cloak he threw aside when he sat down, and quickly walked to the door.

The knocking on the door became louder and more entangled. Frank turned around abruptly and gave orders to the mother and daughter.

Frank: Don't move! It's great to just stay like this!

He walked into the dark aisle and closed the door casually. Mrs. McPhilip wanted to shout something to him, but Mary grabbed her hand, pulled her over, and caressed her silently, trying to calm her down.

aisle.

Stairs leading to the first floor.

Verdank jumped out of the door silently. Look around quickly. Knowing that he could no longer escape, he quietly walked to the door, where the brown shirt team was hitting the door with a gun handle. He stood by the door holding a pistol.

The door started to crack, and Frank turned around and climbed the stairs quietly. Before he had time to hide above, the door fell with a snap, and the brown shirts rushed into the aisle with their weapons in hand.

At this moment, the kitchen door opened and Mary ran out with her mother. The brown shirts blocked their way.

Mary: (Angry) He is not here! Get out!

Several people carried guns up the stairs.

Mrs. McPhilip guessed that her son was up there, worried about his life, and cried out in panic. Mary wanted to warn her brother of the current danger, and also screamed out.

Mary: Frankie, run away! They are coming up!

The brown shirt team has arrived upstairs. There was a gunshot; Mary exclaimed when she heard the gunshot, as if the bullet had penetrated her heart.

Mary: Frankie! Frankie!

Mrs. McPhilip murmured a prayer and fell to her knees.

Gunfire continued from upstairs.

Upstairs room. Frank fired a few shots and stepped back to the window. Several brown shirt players fell down.

Backing to the window, Frank stepped out and grabbed the window rail with his left hand. Hold the gun in the right hand.

A brown shirt ran up to the window, ready to shoot Frank, but Frank shot first and the brown shirt fell.

Close-up shot: Frank grabbed the left hand of the window rail.

... In the courtyard under the window, six or seven brown shirt players can be seen vaguely. They ran towards the window holding their rifles. But Frank did not see them. There was a row of guns, and Frank shivered and slid down the window rail.

That night...

The same room in the garrison headquarters.

Ji Bo sat at the table with his back as he did at the beginning, staring directly at the clock that was ticking loudly. There were big drops of sweat on his face.

The three officers bent their heads together and talked in a low voice.

The clock seemed to start moving faster, and the ticking sound became louder.

There was a harsh telephone ringing. The officer standing at the table picked up the microphone.

Officer: Headquarters...what's the matter?

The ticking of the clock can no longer be heard.

Hanging up the microphone, the officer turned abruptly towards Jibo.

Officer: You can go now. I will let you out through the back door.

Like a robot, Ji Bo stood up with great difficulty, raised his hand, as if he had lost his soul, and kept looking at the palm of his hand.

Close-up shot: Jibo's thick and big hands. A hand pushed the money to him on the table.

Officer: (with a cold tone) It's twenty pounds here... you count.

Jibo picked up the money, did not count it, rolled it into a roll, and mechanically stuffed it into the right pocket of his pants.

Dark streets.

The black hole of a building...this is the headquarters...

Ji Bo walked out from the door. He is walking down the street like a sleepwalker...

...The beep sound of a stick hitting the ground...the beep sound is getting closer and closer. From the fog appeared a blind man walking with a stick. Ji Bo walked straight to meet him. He didn't see anything, didn't hear anything... and bumped into the blind man.

He trembled in horror, as if what he had done had been pierced through, and then let out a vague wailing like a wolf howl, and strangled the blind man's throat...

Close-up shot: Ji Bo's face transformed by flash and fear.

Suddenly, Jibo regained his sanity, seeing that the man who had almost strangled him was a blind man, looked at him with interest for a while. He had already decided to leave, suddenly a new idea prompted him to look at the blind man again with an expression of distrust...

Finally he found a way... Jibo smiled and raised his hand and waved in front of the blind man a few times. Knowing that the other party didn't respond to this, Ji Bo let go-this person is indeed blind. He pushed him away and hurried into the fog. The blind man stood there staggeringly, trying to regain his breath. After recovering slightly, he shouted in a low, hateful voice.

Blind man: Damn you!

Touching the cane that had fallen when he was pinched by Jibo, the blind man continued to walk his own way...He walked in the direction where Jibo had escaped. The sound of a stick hitting the ground accompanied him.

Same night. Street.

It happened to be the place where we first saw Jibo. He walked, putting his hands deeply in his pockets. Approach the street light.

He held the money he had just received in his right hand. He tried to understand something, but he couldn't do it...

From behind came the beep of the blind man's cane.

When he reached the bright part of the street, Ji Bo stopped. As if afraid of something, he instinctively avoided the light.

He stood beside the brick wall hesitantly, leaning against it. The remnants of the notice to apprehend Frank McPhilipp, which was torn off by him not long ago, remained on the wall, as if forming a frame around his head.

The beep of the blind man's cane became louder and louder.

Suddenly, Jibo wakes up. He remembered this place. So he turned to the wall and looked at the place where the notice had been pasted. In an instant, it was revealed before his eyes...

Ji Bo made the same unclear voice like howling a wolf, which was what we had just heard. An expression of extreme panic and desperation appeared on his face...

He ran to the side as if he hid, and then disappeared into the corner, as if melted in the thick fog...The beep of the blind man’s cane became louder and louder...He was almost beside...Finally, he appeared from the fog. The blind man himself. He walked towards the tavern...

Jibo hurriedly passed the turnstile into the tavern. Push the customer away and approach the counter.

Jibo: (Hoarsely) Whiskey!

The owner of the tavern looked at him distrustfully. Jibo carefully pulled his right hand out of his pocket and threw a one-pound bill onto the counter. He kept his eyes on the banknotes until the owner poured him a glass of whiskey. He took the wine glass and drank it, then shouted:

"Continued Cup!"

The owner filled another glass. Ji Bo didn't wait to find his head, so he took the wine glass and sat down at a small table nearby. He sat there with one hand on his lap, and stared at the wine glass motionlessly. His expression was depressed, and his face showed painful tension-just as a person wanted to gather various thoughts, but couldn't stop them from running away, wanted to decide something... but couldn't.

Songs came from outside the window. In the window behind Jibo, you can see street singers...

Kaidi Madden walked to the window. She put her face close to the glass, looking for someone. Seeing Ji Bo sitting half-side facing the window, he walked towards the door.

Bistro.

Jibo sat alone at the table. He remained motionless, his eyes staring into the wine glass, first his lips were silently moved, then he mumbled something, and finally he said clearly in his voice:

"I have to have an idea... have a plan..."

Suddenly he heard Frank's voice clearly. Frank repeated what he said to Jibo in the last meeting in a low voice but clearly.

Frank's voice: Oh, my friend, I am your brain. Without me, you can't think of any ideas...

There was a burst of laughter... Jibo shivered, as if being whipped. He looked forward with his eyes, rounded out of fear, as if waiting for a live Frank to appear in front of him.

... Kaidi walked into Xiaosaguan. Going to Jibo, gently put his hand on his shoulder.

Kaidi: Hello, Jibo!

Ji Bo jumped up in shock and put down his wine glass. The wine glass was overturned. The whiskey flows all over the table.

The terrified Ji Bo looked at Kaidi with blank eyes for the first few seconds. Finally he regained his sanity. Embarrassed by being caught off guard, he asked dissatisfiedly:

"What do you want to do so sneakily to walk behind others?..."

Kaidi sat down and looked at him suspiciously.

Kaidi: I am looking for you everywhere.

Fearing that his feet had been exposed, Ji Bo's behavior was a bit unnatural. As he sat down, he looked at Kaidi suspiciously. However, in the eyes of her gazing at him, all he saw was love and tenderness.

Kaidi: Forgive me. I didn't want to scare you at all. You know, I love you...you alone... (painfully) Sometimes I get so angry that I don't even know what I'm doing.

Her words sounded like a condemnation to Ji Bo. He wanted to tell her everything... He leaned over the table, grabbed Kaidi's hand, and said in one breath:

"Understood!...I did it for you!"

Kaidi didn't understand what he was talking about, and looked at him in surprise.

The owner walked to the table and threw a few coins on the table with a jingle.

Owner: Boy, you forgot to look for a head.

Jibo looked at Jiao as if it was the first time he saw it. Kaidi also looked at the money in amazement.

Kaidi: Ji Bo! Where did you get this money? ...Oh, God!

Ji Bo looked up at her, then looked at the money again. He is full of fear. He felt that there seemed to be traces of his crime on every coin. The idea of ​​telling Kaidi everything disappeared. He couldn't say a word, he just stared at the money blankly... In his mind, the fear was growing again...

Kaidi didn't expect anything strange here, so he touched the coins cautiously, as if afraid they would run away.

Kaidi: Think about it! ... Less than an hour ago, you didn't even have a pawn in your pocket! (Smiles at him) Did someone die and leave you with a lot of gold?

Ji Bo: (shivering) What are you talking about?

Kaidi: (smiling) Maybe you robbed the church or did something else?

This made Ji Bo suddenly had an idea. He managed to squeeze out words and agree:

"Yes!……"

Kaidi originally made this hypothesis jokingly. Now, hearing Ji Bo's answer, she was so frightened that she could not speak, and then asked in a panic:

"You really robbed the church?"

Jibo: (gasping heavily) No... not a church... it's a... sailor who got off an American ship.

Kaidi: Hush, don't be so loud!

Lowering his voice, Ji Bo quickly talked about his non-existent adventure.

Jibo: I ran into him near Cassidy's Bar on Gérôme Street... He was as drunk as a dead pig... (suddenly, terrified) But if you leak the wind... I was in trouble...

Kaidi: (smiling) Who? I? Who do you think of me? Is it a whistleblower?

This word had a completely unexpected effect on Ji Bo. His eyes almost jumped out of his eye sockets... He roughly grabbed Kaidi's hand and pinched it with all his strength...

Ji Bo: (sternly) Why are you telling the truth? ...Who is the informer? ...

Kaidi screamed in pain, full of grievances, and at the same time said as if begging for forgiveness:

"Jibo!..."

Ji Bo: (furiously) Listen, you are not allowed to say those things! It happens to be you, and you have no right to say such things!

The panicked Kaidi burst into tears due to pain and grievance.

Kaidi: Ji Bo, forgive me!

Her exclamation caught the owner's attention.

He was obviously dissatisfied and walked to their table.

Owner: What happened?

Ji Bo put Kaidi's hand down. He looked at the shop owner with fear and viciousness, as if an enemy was standing in front of him...

But now the whole world is full of his enemies, enemies he didn't know before.

Kaidi: Oh, nothing! Barney! ...Let him go. He didn't want to bully me.

The owner shrugged in confusion, and took the empty wine glass from the table.

Owner: What do people want?

Jibo: Whiskey!

The owner took a coin from the table and left. Kaidi didn't understand what Ji Bo was doing. She looked at him anxiously, trying to figure out his thoughts.

Ji Bo understood this. I understand, I am very scared... In other words, Kaidi is also his enemy...

Kaidi hurriedly picked up the money on the table, put it in Ji Bo's hand, and said to him in a pleading tone.

Kaidi: Let's go, Ji Bo... Let's get out of here! Go to my house. There was a fire... (No answer) It was warm. I beg you, go, Jibo!

The owner brought another glass of wine and put the head on the table. Jibo drank it all in one fell swoop. Kaidi stood up.

Kaidi: Honey, let's go!

Jibo also stood up mechanically as if succumbing to the will of others. He put the money into his trouser pocket with a clang.

The street where the tavern is located. The fog is permeated.

The music is getting louder and louder. The light from the tavern window illuminates the sidewalk slightly.

Ji Bo and Kai Di walked out of the turnstile of the tavern. The blind man stood under the window, begging. Kaidi held Jibo's hand like a child. As he passed by the blind man, Jibo stopped, already recognizing him. Ji Bo began to tremble like a swing. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, took out the money, and put it in the blind man's hat.

Kaidi: (surprised) Ji Bo! You gave him a one-pound note!

She squeezed his hand, as if she wanted to wake him up and get the money back, but Jibo didn't seem to listen to her, and took her hand and walked forward. Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, muttered something, and patted his forehead with his hand.

Ji Bo: Ah! Why didn't I think of this! ...They will wonder why I haven't been there yet...

Kaidi looked at him anxiously and pityingly.

Kaidi: Ji Bo, my dear, what? What happened?

Ji Bo remembered that Kaidi was beside him, and found that he was anxious, so he tried to comfort her.

Jibo: Oh, nothing... nothing!

Kaidi: (gently) Go up to my place. I'll make tea for you!

She took his hand, trying to drag him away. But he, immersed in his own thinking, stood there as if nailed...Suddenly, he loosened his clenched teeth a bit, hurriedly trying to convince her.

Ji Bo: I forgot... You go, Kaidi! ...(Impatiently) Don't look at me like that...I'll come to you as soon as I'm done.

He turned around abruptly and walked back-past the small hotel, past the blind, past the singer...Finally, disappeared into the fog.

The restless Kaidi watched him blankly until he disappeared completely. Then he turned around, pulled his head, and continued to move forward weakly.

That night.

Jibo walked towards the McPhillips house.

A large group of people stood in the fog in front of the house, vaguely indistinguishable.

Frank's killing shocked the whole neighborhood. Ji Bo hurried past the door of a neighboring house. A voice called to him.

Voice: Hey!

Ji Bo stopped and asked angrily:

"Who is your name?"

A small old woman wearing a clean apron came out from the door. She went under the light and looked at Ji Bo curiously, trying to talk about something.

Old woman: Ah, it's you, Mr. Noren? I thought it was Jim Denay who sells charcoal... I want to talk to him about my sore throat. I caught the wind the first two weeks...

Ji Bo didn't want to listen to her any more, turning his head and continuing on.

The old woman's endless voice followed him.

Old woman's voice: ...I was washing the floor in Clontarf at that time. To the view that the cold is still not good. On the contrary, it has become more powerful. The doctor said……

Finally, the voice of the old woman disappeared from the voices of the people gathered near McPhilip's house.

By the street lamp, in front of McPhilip's house, there were about 20 or 30 people.

From the murmurs of people's conversations, the clearly stated word "informer" is emphasized from time to time.

"'Informer'...'Informer'...'Informer'...'Traitor'..."

Suddenly heard here, suddenly heard there... some people said the word with contempt, some with indignation, some with fear. But no one said this terrible word calmly or indifferently. It filled the hearts of these Irish people with unstoppable hatred and fear.

Jibo felt this... He squeezed past the crowd like an outsider, and didn't look around. He walked to the door of McPhilip's house. The door that was smashed by the brown shirt was about to fall off the hinge.

A group of people gathered at the door. Jibo pushed the people away, squeezed towards the door, and disappeared inside the house.

The aisles and kitchen were also crowded with people.

McPhillips’ kitchen. Two fully open doors. One led to the aisle and the other led to the room. Frank's body was lying there.

The kitchen is very small because it is crowded with neighbors. Not only were all the chairs filled with people, but even many boxes were filled. Someone even sat on an old suitcase reluctantly. The food shop owner and his wife, the driver John Ken and his wife, and many other neighbors, all came to express their condolences to the McPhillips family.

Mrs. McPhilip was sitting by the fire. Her faded blue eyes were full of sadness. Tears flowed down the wrinkled cheeks. She stared at the fire indifferently, chanting prayers silently, and mechanically counting the black rosary beads. Mary was standing behind her chair, touching her mother's shoulder caressingly from time to time.

Mary's eyes were dumb. Pride made her reluctant to expose her pain in public-this pain made her heart torn apart.

The people gathered here whispered to each other. From time to time, someone walked up to Mrs. McPhilippe, looked at her drooping gray head, looked at her body that stood still in despair, and whispered some words of sympathy. She didn't even look at the person who was speaking, and didn't understand the meaning of the words very much, just nodded slightly.

Jibo's clumsy figure appeared at the kitchen door. There was a false look on his face. Ji Bo looked around and found no empty seat, so he sat down on the floor not far from the door. He hugged his knees and sat motionless, like a statue.

Among the people gathered here, two men stood out.

This is Battery Moore Holland and Tom Connol. Both are members of the secret Irish Republican organization headed by Commander Dan Gallahan. They did not talk like others, or looked around with curious eyes. These patriots sat there with gloomy faces and looking straight in front of them. Moll Holland looked particularly sad. From the outside, he is quite strict. Connor, on the contrary, was a kind young man, who would not bully even flies. Before the uprising, he was an elementary school teacher.

Moll Holland's sharp gaze stayed on Jibo.

Connor's kind eyes showed sorrow for the dead. He casts sympathetic glances at Mrs. McPhilip from time to time. Candles were lit in the room over the door, and there was a mumbling of prayers. The people in the room are preparing to pretend to be the dead. This is a sacred ceremony, so even those who did not directly participate in the ceremony and did not see the dead in front of them have a reverent and solemn expression suitable for this occasion, and their eyes show fear and horror. disturbed.

Only Ji Bo sat there with a mask-like expressionless face as before. Now he began to study the people present attentively. At first, his gaze stayed on Moll Holland, then on Connol, then on Mary, and finally, firmly fixed on Frank's mother.

Ji Bo seemed to be hypnotized, and kept looking at Mrs. McPhilip. He recalled what a kind woman she was, and she always treated him so well. As his heart aroused pity for her, his eyes widened, his eyes softened, and pictures of scenes totally different from the situation passed in front of him.

The same kitchen at McPhilip’s. Everything was cleaned up there. Ji Bo was sitting at the dinner table, putting himself something to eat on the plate...

......Mrs. McPhilip patted Jibo on the shoulder caressingly, while stubbornly squeezing the money into his hands......

... Mrs. McPhilip knelt beside the small tombstone in the snow.

Close-up shot: Jibo's face, eyes fixed on Mrs. McPhilipp.

Tears welled up in the thick Jibo's eyes. He understood that he should say something to her, what comforting words he should say...

He tried to do this, but the words got stuck in his throat. Hold your breath... Finally, Ji Bo took a deep breath, and suddenly began to speak loudly.

Jibo: I feel sorry for your misfortune, Mrs. McPhilip.

It was like a shout. Everyone was shocked and turned around and looked at Ji Bo.

Due to the sudden arrival, both Moll Holland and Connol jumped from their seats. They were surprised and a little disturbed by Jibo's abnormal behavior, and looked at him attentively.

Only Mrs. McPhilip continued to sit there motionless. Moore Holland's face became more and more serious. He walked towards Jibo.

Moll Holland: Why are you yelling! ...Don't you know that the spirit is guarding here? ...

Ji Bo didn't answer, just looked at him. Mrs. McPhilip raised her head slightly, begging in a low voice.

McPhilip: Leave him alone, Mrs. Battery... He is a friend of my dead child.

Then she was immersed in her silent prayer again.

Because of this sudden asylum, Moll Holland was a little at a loss for a while, looking at Ji Bo at a loss, while muttering angrily:

"It's the same anyway... You can even show respect to the deceased."

Jibo didn't understand the meaning of Moore's Dutch words, and only heard his intonation. He felt terrified.

"Then, he is also my enemy," this thought flashed through his mind. Suddenly there was a desire to beat Moore Holland. Jibo suddenly stood up.

With Yuzi's hurried movements, a few silver coins fell out of his trouser pockets, and fell to the ground clatteringly. This is what the tavern gave him. Jibo was stunned. The muscles on his body tense, and his jaw clenches tightly. Now he is convinced that he has shown his feet, and he feels that after seeing these silver coins, everyone seems to have learned of his crime, whether he admits it or not.

But the people present, perhaps, apart from Moll Holland, no one took this to heart.

A wrinkled old worker bent down and was about to pick up the money, but Ji Bo angrily stopped him.

Ji Bo: Don't touch it!

He pushed the old man, and the old man fell.

Everyone looked at Ji Bo in surprise.

Old man: (sorry) I just want to pick it up for you, Jibo.

Ji Bo stopped paying attention to him, bent over to pick up the coin, and straightened. He is ready to repel any attack... He knows that all the people here are his enemies... They should all be cursed! ...Let them try to touch him!

But, of course, no one wanted to fight with Ji Bo, although the abnormal behavior of this furious big man surprised everyone. They opened their mouths to look at him as if hypnotized. Only Moll Holland and Connor squinted their eyes and stared at Jibo.

Jibo's brutal, provocative gaze shifted from one person to another. Finally stopped at Moll Holland and Connol. They stood side by side, watching him attentively.

Propelled by an unexplainable sudden emotion, Jibo stomped his feet, raised his hands to his head, and yelled:

"I swear in the name of the Almighty Lord, I warned him... told him not to come in this house!"

Suddenly, there was a dead silence in the kitchen. Only the mumbling of prayers came from the next room. The people present were full of fear.

Moll Holland and Connor talked a few words in a low voice. Then Tom Connor shouted:

"My God, friend! No one doubts you!"

Everyone sincerely supports this statement by Connol.

The old worker who had planned to pick up money for Jibo excitedly put his hand on his shoulder.

Veteran worker: Of course! Everyone knows that you and Frank...

But Jibo could see nothing, listen to nothing... He didn't understand what he was doing, and hurried towards Mrs. McPhilip. Standing in front of her...slowly raise your hands to your head...take off your hat...

He did all this unconsciously. He wanted to say something...but couldn't...the lump in his throat got in the way. He made an unclear voice. Suddenly, he took the money to Mrs. McPhilip.

Ji Bo: You always treat me so well... I sympathize with your pain...

Then put the hard market on her lap.

Mrs. McPhilip looked at the money in silence, and suddenly burst into tears.

Jibo reached into the right trouser pocket and touched the stack of banknotes there-eighteen pounds. He had a desire to give her the money, but he woke up in time. Ji Bo turned around abruptly and hurried to the door. He tripped on something, almost fell, and ran into the street lifelessly.

He could hear his heavy footsteps in the kitchen. Everyone looked at him in amazement. The neighbors explained Jibo's strange behavior to be because he missed the dead Frank. But Battery and Humm have another idea. They exchanged profound glances, and without much discussion, they hurried to chase Jibo.

Behind them came the mother's cry, the gentle whisper of Mary who comforted her, and the mutter of the prayer speaker.

Street. Ji Bo can be seen in the fog. He hurriedly, as if trying to get rid of his fears, wanted to leave McPhilip's house far away. Suddenly, Tom Connol’s shout came to him from the fog.

Tom: Hello, Jibo!

Hearing this sound, Ji Bo shrank into a ball as if he had been whipped, and stopped immediately. He stood there to see him, without turning around.

Tom walked quickly to him. Ji Bo turned his head back a little and looked at him awe-inspiringly. Tom put his hands in the pockets of his uniform. He said kindly.

Tom: Where are you going in a hurry, friend?

Ji Bo: (angrily) Who is in a hurry? Where do you know that I am in a hurry?

Tom: Don't yell at me like that, boy! This is a free country. Everyone who asks questions can count on not hearing rough questions and answers, especially from old friends! ...(Gently) Do you have a job now?

Ji Bo: (provocatively) No!

Tom didn't know how to speak to gain Jibo's trust, so anxious that he kept standing on his left and right feet, and at the same time continued to persuade him with an affectionate tone.

Tom: Why are you looking at me like this and yelling at me as if I were your enemy. You shouldn’t blame Battery and I for your kindness...We and you are old friends, you used to work with us in the past...

Jibo shivered involuntarily. But Tom didn't seem to notice the effect of his words, and continued to speak.

Humu: You don’t seem to be short of money tonight, Jibo? !

Jibo's fingers pinched Tom's throat like iron tongs. Tom tried to break free, but under the palm of the Hercules, he was as helpless as a child.

Ji Bo's face twisted by fear and anger showed a demonic triumphant look.

Tom panted and made a hoarse voice...the crowd began to gather around them. Seeing Ji Bo was about to choke Tom to death...

Batry Moore Holland stands in front of the McPhillips house. He looked attentively in the direction where Jibo ran away. See how Tom caught up with Ji Bo. I don't understand why the two boys suddenly got into a fight... When they knew that Tom was in danger, Battery ran away, shouting to rescue his friend.

Batry Moore Holland ran up, broke Jibo's hand, and tried his best to stop the big man.

Jibo threw Tom aside like he threw a linen sack, and turned to face Battery. He put his head up and waited, looking at each other angrily.

Battery: Friends, what happened? (To Jibo) What's the matter with you?

Tom has stood up from the ground and is breathing down there. Hearing Battery's question, he shouted angrily.

Tom: I haven't said anything, Battery. I just asked him...

Ji Bo interrupted him with a vicious roar.

Jibo: You lied! ... You both doubt me! ...I understand you now...you, Batry Moore Holland...and you, Tom Connol, you are a confidant of Commander Galahan, I want...

However, Batley quickly took out the pistol from the pocket of the military uniform and pointed the muzzle at Jibo's waist, forcing him to stop speaking halfway through.

Battery: (furiously) Shut up immediately! ...What are you, are you crazy? Didn't you see anyone listening?

Ji Bo didn't look at the pistol, and pushed it away from him indifferently, muttering angrily.

Ji Bo: Then you shouldn't doubt me.

Batley looked worriedly at the people around to watch the excitement, and said in a low voice but firmly:

"Let's go. Jibo. Let's get out of here!"

Ji Bo: (blamingly) I'm not going.

Tom: (in a low voice) Commander Galahan wants to see you.

This sentence made Ji Bo shiver. He turned his face to look at Tom provocatively, and said categorically.

Ji Bo: I'm not going!

Battery: Let's go, friend, he won't eat you.

Ji Bo was silent. Tom did not wait for him to answer, and added:

"Why are you afraid to see the commander?"

Ji Bo: (furiously) The person who scared me is not yet in the world... Let's go!

He said no more, turned and left, believing that Tom and Battery would follow him. Sure enough, these two friends stood beside him and walked with him in strides.

The three people walked on the street like this, Jibo was sandwiched between them like a giant... They walked, and finally disappeared in the fog...

A small room with newly plastered walls.

The room was empty, with almost no furnishings. A kerosene lamp was burning on one wall. There is a glass bottle on the table next to the fireplace with a candle in it. There is also a bottle of whiskey, half a dozen shot glasses and a large glass for drinking water. A pile of papers was littered on the table. Wearing a hat. The fire was blazing in the fireplace, and guns were placed against a wall.

Sitting at the table was a young man in military uniform, who was about twenty-five to thirty years old, but the stern expression on Yuko's face made him look older. This is Dan Galahan. He leaned over the table pretentiously, and carefully filled the pistol with bullets. His face is serious and thoughtful.

After loading the bullets, Gallahan put the pistol into the right pocket of the army jacket, stood up, patted the pocket with his hand, as if trying to convince himself that the gun was indeed placed. He was looking for something in the other pocket. Drag a dirty, crumpled paper from there. I smoothed it out and read it. It seems that this is not the first time. There was an expression of pain on his face.

Over Gallahan's shoulder, we saw that this was the notice that Jibo tore off the wall to capture Frank McPhilipp. Gallahan looked sadly, painfully at the picture of Frank. Then he walked to the stove, crumpled the notice into a ball, and threw it into the fire. The fire burned even more, and the tongue of fire rose, engulfing this sign that he had finished playing his destined role...

There was the agreed knock on the door, and Dan suddenly turned around, walked to the door, opened the heavy door latch, and carefully looked at the aisle. Seeing an acquaintance, he opened the door. Tom Connol, Jibo, and Battery walked into the room.

Finally, Battery, who walked in, carefully bolted the door.

Jibo walked a few steps and stopped in the middle of the room.

Galahan's bright eyes fixed on Jibo's mask-like face.

Galahan: Hello, Jibo.

Ji Bo didn't answer, but looked at his former commander in awe.

Batry, who was standing by, made a gesture to Galahan, indicating that he wanted to say something to him. Galahan approached. Batley whispered a few words in his ear, and pointed at the big man with his eyes. Galahan nodded, and walked to Jibo who was watching them nervously.

Galahan: Sit down, Jibo.

But Jibo stayed there.

Galahan: Why are you upset to see me?

The same silence. Galahan continued to ask questions calmly.

Galahan: Are you angry with me? Tell me, why?

Jibo: I have nothing to refuse to do for you, Dan Galahan... But you... called me to a military trial and expelled me from the organization...

Galahan: You broke discipline! Put the whole organization at risk! It is fair to hand you over to trial, Jibo! If everything depends on me, you won't have that cheap! I have to obey...I have to consider other people's opinions...They pity you...

Dan patted the right pocket of the pistol. Ji Bo understood this gesture. But he is not afraid of pistols. What he was afraid of was Galahan's insightful gaze.

The tendons on his neck bulged, and his eyes almost rolled out of his eye sockets, but he still couldn't say a word.

Dan broke the tense silence. His voice was steady and loud as usual.

Galahan: Let's not talk about this! ... Now we have another thing... It concerns all of us... It concerns both you and us... Frank McPhilip used to be your friend, isn't it?

Jibo's face was deformed due to pain and fear. He nodded silently. He didn't have the power to keep his sight away from Dan, looking at his face like a demon. Dann also looked at Jibo intently. From the commander's eyes, you can see his extraordinary wisdom and his firm will that is enough to make anyone incapable of harm. Battery and Tom stood aside, watching Jibo attentively.

Dan said calmly and politely:

"I need your help... That's it... This seems to be the work of the informer. We must find the informer. Do you understand?"

Jibo did not look away from Galahan as before, and silently nodded in agreement.

Galahan: We have the strength to fight the Browns, Ji Bo. We will definitely defeat them. But we do not allow and cannot allow traitors in our team! The person who knew Frank knew too much, he might have harmed us all. We have no room for rebellion here. He should be wiped out! (Sternly) You should help us find the informer who killed your friend.

From Ji Bo's eyes, one could see the look of stubbornness, distrust, surprise, and doubt. From time to time, his eyes revealed the panic expression of the beast caught in the net. He was breathing heavily, big drops of sweat hanging on his forehead.

Galahan: Maybe you disagree? Of course, this is your business, I just want to say one thing: if you don’t help us in this matter, people might think...

Ji Bo: (whispering) It's not like that... it's not like that! Commander, this is...what is this...ah...what is this...oh, I don't even know what I'm doing!

Galahan: (kindly) What's the matter with you, Jibo?

As if breaking the embankment, the words poured out.

Jibo: In the past six months, I have been hungry...that's how it is...I wandered around in the city...you passed by me, but no one said a word to me...like you I have never known me... My life is very difficult. I rely on sailors and dockers to ask for some money... I don't have money... I don't have anything! ...

Then, as if he had already said everything he knew, Jibo was silent. He stuffed his hand into his pocket and accidentally touched the stack of banknotes. Jibo was taken aback as if he had discovered that he had this money for the first time. There was a certain beast look on his face. He is now like a beast chased by hunters.

Battery and Tom looked at him in amazement. Only Karahan remained calm. Jibo's words touched him.

Galahan: (Pauses) Let's go, Jibo. Let me have a fair deal with you. In October of last year, you brought us to a very dangerous position...We don’t count this account, and at the same time we can restore your relationship, but there is one condition-you have to find the betrayer of Frank McPhilip that person.

Close-up shot: Jibo's face. He looked at the commander distrustfully.

The face dissolves into a new lens: three human figures on a black background. We can easily recognize two of them-these are Jibo and Karahan. Ji Bo pointed his finger at a huge human figure crouching at his feet. The gleeful Galahan embraced Jibo amicably.

The illusion disappeared...

Standing in front of us is the original Jibo. The fear on his face was replaced by joy.

Ji Bo: (Excitedly) Really?

Gallahan's suspicion about Jibo's informant began to fade... He nodded.

Galahan: That's it, Jibo.

Jibo rushed forward, grabbed the commander's hand, and squeezed it hard.

Ji Bo: (Samblingly) That's it, Dan... I told you that there is nothing I would not do for you. (Smiling, puffing up chest) Shall we have a drink for this?

Battery and Tom were still observing Jibo distrustfully. The big man's subsequent behavior aroused their vigilance even more. They watched in amazement how he approached the table in a magnificent manner, picked up the bottle, poured a glass of wine, and drank it all in one go. He slapped his mouth with satisfaction, and poured himself a second cup.

The rest came to the table.

Jibo: This is whiskey!

Tom took the wine bottle from his hand. It seems that Ji Bo doesn't care about this, and happily proposes there:

"Cheers, Tom. To the health of the commander...cheers, huh?"

Tom calmly poured out a few glasses of wine and distributed them to those present.

All the people stood there with their cups, waiting for things to develop. Ji Bo slapped his mouth again with relish, raised his glass, and said to Dan beamingly.