Blown Away Page #4

My name is Liam.

Liam McGivney.

- What?

- I'm not from here.

I'm from Ireland.

I was born and raised in Belfast.

We were at war. I was just a kid.

They recruited me off the playground.

One minute...

I'm a kid on the merry-go-round

thinkin' how blue the sky is...

and the next I'm learning how

to turn bleach into bombs.

My whole life I was taught

to hate the English.

- Get them out of Ireland.

- Then you're I.R.A.

No.

- He was too crazy for that.

- Who?

The guy who did this.

Ryan Gaerity.

We thought we were soldiers.

I was in love with his sister.

He was my best friend.

He killed my f***in' dog.

He killed Blanket, he killed Rita,

Cortez. He wants me now.

- Why?

- I screwed up his plans.

I tried to stop his bomb.

The others got killed, he got captured.

I turned my back on him.

I left.

I want you to leave.

Go to the Cape. Go to Max's.

- Do it right now.

- This is my home.

Katie, you can't stay around here,

around me.

Do you understand that?

Now, it's safe in there.

Go in, get your stuff and go.

I don't even...

I don't even know who you are.

You're a fighter, huh?

Look at her fight.

Aye, easy now, easy.

That's a boy.

Ah, pregnant, huh?

Well, go forth and multiply,

mother mackerel.

- Ah, Jimmy.

You know better than to sneak up

on a man like that when he's fishin'.

Scares the fish.

I heard about what happened today.

Don't know what this city's comin' to.

Bad as bloody Belfast.

Yeah, more than you know.

It was Gaerity.

Give it a rest, Jimmy.

- He's incarcerated for life.

- No, he's out.

- What?

- He killed Blanket with concussion.

He blew Rita and Cortez

out of the truck.

He's taking out the squad

the same way his sister...

and the others died

back in Ireland.

Sweet Jesus!

He blames me for what happened.

He's probably right.

What are you talking about?

That bomb would've killed hundreds

if it had blown like Gaerity had wanted.

That doesn't matter to Ryan.

He's killed three. He'll go for more.

He's already...

He's already threatened

Liz and Katie.

Oh, Jimmy.

Where are they now?

In your cottage.

Hope you don't mind.

How much she know?

I told her the truth.

I should've a long time ago.

Bullshit, you should've!

She's your wife.

- Not your priest!

- She's my wife.

- I'm gonna find out what I can.

- No, I don't want you getting involved.

- I've been involved since...

- I don't want you getting involved!

Here.

Stay out of this.

- Where you off to?

- To tell the squad.

You do that and you'll end up

behind bars!

They need you, Jimmy!

You learned from Gaerity.

You can shut him down!

You tell Captain Roarke

and the squad...

only what they need to know.

Nothin' more.

We're bein' bombed.

From this point forward

we only disarm...

when lives are at stake.

We don't go around

trying to play hero.

We just try and keep each other alive.

- Everybody clear on that?

- [Men] Yes, sir.

Sergeant, what's the computer show

on like M.O. s on this guy?

The closest match

was a William Kozolski...

but he's doing life for blowing up

a circuit judge.

The Feds are coming up with zeros.

Looks like our boy's a mystery man.

He's no mystery.

His name's Ryan Gaerity.

He broke out of Castle Gleigh Prison

in Northern Ireland 14 months ago.

Here's the latest picture.

According to the report,

he can build bombs out of Bisquick.

- Mind telling me where you got this?

- Contacted Interpol.

They made their own search

and came up with Gaerity.

He's a freelancer.

Red Brigade, Libyans.

Why's he after us?

Boston Bomb Disposal.

Yeah, he's right here.

'Bama, Connie on two.

Hi, sweetheart.

Connie, how many times I gotta tell you

I don't believe in that astrology crap?

Look, let me get back with you.

I gotta go.

Bomb squad. Dove.

- Lieutenant.

- Franklin?

- Franklin?

- Lieutenant?

- Franklin, you hear me?

- Are you there?

You all right?

- You busy?

- Where are you? Franklin, you hear me?

If you're gonna check out,

Aretha's not a bad way to go.

'Course you're probably more

a Michael Bolton kind of guy.

Don't shout.

You're making too much noise.

- 'Bama, turn down the volume.

- Turn it down?

Turn it off. It's on a different

circuit. It's all right.

- My cat's in my apartment. Will it blow?

- Want to wait and find out?

Keep moving!

Everybody out of the building.

Keep it down out there! We're trying

to concentrate. Can you believe them?

Think I prefer the music.

What about you guys? Turn it back on.

Pretty brave for having a bomb

on your head.

Tell me something.

Tony, why'd you leave SWAT?

Wasn't dangerous enough.

And it's Anthony.

Three syllables.

You like to have it all

on the line, hmm?

More light.

Put your light in there.

Is that why you joined disposal?

Everybody loves a hero,

and I'm a hero.

So there it is.

You know what happens to heroes

in this outfit? They get blown away.

Which wouldn't be so bad

in your case.

Problem is, they tend

to take other people with 'em.

I guess we're one and the same,

you and me. Huh?

F***!

You ain't brave, a**hole.

You're dumb.

- Have you ever seen one of these?

- No, but it's just two wires going in.

One of them's gotta be the ground.

So cut it, right?

Right?

- Hello?

- Nah, too easy.

What's the problem?

What's the problem?

We got ourselves another device.

Enslaved.

We cut one wire, they both go.

I always wanted to go out

with a bang.

Either we shut 'em down at the same

instant or we don't collect hazard pay.

Just the red wire, 'Bam.

Don't touch the other post.

You ready?

'Bama?

Goddamn woofer.

Connie read me my horoscope,

and it said...

I should be wary of big dogs.

You know, 'woofer. '

Dog.

- You believe this sh*t?

- Lieutenant?

I have to be here.

He doesn't.

He's right, 'Bama.

We only need two sets of hands.

Come on.

- Come on.

- Are you sure?

I'm sorry, buddy.

It wasn't in the stars.

Here you go.

All right. All right.

Put a little tension on it.

You're on the wire now.

Take up the slack.

There you go. Hold it.

Wait for me.

You scared?

Shitless.

Good.

You're right on it now.

I'm waiting on you, Lieutenant.

On one.

On one. Okay.

- Three.

- One, one.

On the number one, hmm?

One.

Three.

Two.

One.

We got it. We got it. Come on.

That's it, buddy. Come on.

Gotcha.

Lost a little altitude, did ya?

Here. Is this yours, honey?

Huh?

- Who are you?

- Me? Just a kite fixer.

Here. Hold it for me.

Here. Can you hold it?

Aw, come on.

Oh! You don't talk to strangers.

You're a very wise girl.

- Do you have to cut it?

- Just the string, darling.

Ah, does it hurt?

Not really.

You're a very kind girl.

Lizzy?

Lizzy! Lizzy!

Lizzy!

Lizzy!

Lizzy, come here!

Elizabeth, get over here right now!

What, Mom?

This man helped my kite.

It caught on the fence.

He cut his hand.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to scare ya.

It flies like a bird now.

Say, you wouldn't happen to know where

the Lindstroms live?

They're cooking up some crabs.

I'm kinda late.

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