‘They took all my money, my companies, my reputation and put me in jail, but proved nothing’

A broken man, beaten and weathered, he sat down to a last supper and a final pint with his dutiful son.

Seán Quinn struck a desolate figure as he perched in the corner of the cramped bar at Dublin’s High Court.

Enjoying his last free moments with his son, Seán Quinn Jr, he ate the meal with little on his mind but a nine-week stretch in a tiny cell ahead of him.