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nothing else I can do,

which I find strange, and certainly

not the service I've come to expect.

Yes, 329174-N for November.

You tell your supervisor

I'll be calling back.

Good day.

Yes? May I help you?

Please, I would like to

speak to Mr. Hennessy.

And your name?

Ngoc Minh Quan.

BETH:
You're the one

who's been phoning.

QUAN:
Yes.

I phoned many times.

I'm afraid the Deputy Minister is

busy, and won't be able to see you.

I will wait.

No, you must leave.

Best do as the lady says.

He's been phoning up at

all hours, asking for Liam.

He won't take no

for an answer.

Just groceries.

Go now, before we make you.

No. I'm wait.

KAVANAGH:
Right.

It's the man who's been

phoning you from London.

He's got a knife on him. One

of those Swiss Army types.

Well, take it off him.

Jesus, how much damage can

he do with you two around?

Let him be.

As I explained before, I

don't know who the bombers are.

I realize you're angry, but

there's not much I can do.

It's also very dangerous

for you to be here.

People in Belfast won't take

kindly to your accusations.

If you do not know

who they are,

I would like you

to please find out.

I haven't been affiliated

with the IRA for 30 years.

When I was, I fought hard

against the violence.

I went to prison for what

I did, and paid my debt.

Now, I serve the politics

of both sides,

trying to heal the wounds

and bridge the divide.

Again,

my sincere condolences,

but there's nothing

I can do.

What if your wife and

daughter were killed by bomb?

I'd do everything

in my power to get justice.

So, I've chosen you,

Mr. Hennessy.

You will tell me

who killed my child.

Again, I don't know.

You will change your mind.

Thank you for seeing me,

First Minister Hennessy.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(BLOWS)

I'm sorry, Liam.

He took me by surprise.

(FIRE ALARM RINGING)

You're okay, Beth.

Okay, you're okay.

Take her, take her.

(BETH GASPING)

Murphy, have the boys

check the building. Right.

Jesus.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Would you like

a whiskey, Inspector?

No, thank you.

I suppose it would be

a waste of time

asking who might've

done this.

No one comes to mind.

Well, it appears to have been

nothing more than a warning.

Fortunately,

it wasn't a serious bomb.

If it had been, we wouldn't

be here talking, would we?

Feel free to reach out, should

you have the unexpected urge.

I'll feed the press a gas

leak story in the meantime.

Fair enough. Thanks

very much, Inspector.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

It's him.

You come to my office

and plant a f***ing bomb?

Have you changed your mind?

Changed my mind?

Are you out of

your f***in' tree?

You have no idea who you're dealing

with, but you'll soon find out.

Give me the names.

I'll tell you what.

Let's meet face-to-face.

We'll settle...

The f***in' wanker

threatened me and hung up.

Right. Let's check all the

hotels and guest houses.

He won't be hard to find.

F***in' Chinaman.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Uncle Liam?

What's up?

I'll be there.

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(EXHALES FORCEFULLY)

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(CAR UNLOCKS)

Stop! Hold it, hold

it, hold it! Don't move!

Don't move!

She's wired to blow!

(EXHALES)

(EXHALES)

KAVANAGH:
Two sets of wires

10-foot long.

soldered to that light bulb and

covered with ground-up match heads.

Gives an extra kick.

Not needed, but a nice touch.

Crude, effective, and easy to spot.

So, he wanted us

to see it.

Well, it wasn't in the tank,

so, it wouldn't have worked.

He just wants you to know he can

get to you. (CELL PHONE RINGING)

Micky.

We found him.

A B&B in Wellington Park.

They found him.

Grab him.

Drag him out of Belfast.

Discourage him from returning.

KAVANAGH:
Wait for me.

I'm on my way.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(SIGHS) Hello.

DAVIES:
I hear

your office was bombed.

(LAUGHS) Hardly. It was

the toilet in the hall.

An Asian man

in his 60s with a grudge.

It's all being

taken care of.

Why'd he do it?

His child died

in the bank bombing.

He thinks I know who did it.

He's not the only one

of that mind.

So, where are we

with the pardons?

Lots of resistance.

But if you give us

something useful,

things might turn

in your favor.

I have a lead.

I'm pursuing it.

Well, let's hope it bears

fruit. People here want heads.

The dogs won't stay leashed

much longer.

Top floor,

on the right.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(MAN GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(QUAN YELLS)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS, GROANS)

(GROANING)

McMAHON:
F***in' get him!

(QUAN YELLS)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

LIAM:
Christ Almighty,

are you dumb and blind?

An old man making fools

out of the lot of you,

and he's still running around

out there, for God's sake.

You are four men. Four.

We had him cornered,

then he jumped off the roof

and slid down like

some f***in' monkey.

MARY:
What is goin' on?

Pack your bag.

You're going to the farm.

Go on.

Get your things.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(DOOR OPENS)

You all right, Sean?

Hi, Christy.

Go on through,

he's expecting you.

LIAM:
Beat you up.

Come on in and have a drink,

for God's sake.

Well, look at you.

Jesus, the place looks well.

It's not bad, is it?

No. You're a sight for sore eyes.

So, how is New York

treatin' you?

Ah. It's cold.

LIAM:
Uh-huh.

Look, Murphy filled me in,

there. That bloody Chinaman.

(CHUCKLES) He set off a bomb

in my office, put one in my Jag,

and beat the bejesus

out of Mick and Jimmy.

Do you want me

to handle him?

No. That's Kavanagh's

problem.

I need your help

with the London bombing.

Any idea

who's behind it yet?

Not at all.

Well, the Yanks aren't

happy, Liam. LIAM: Mmm...

Dead women and kids

all over the news.

Any fundraising now

is impossible.

Yeah, this is not

about fundraising, Sean.

I need you to go to London

and meet someone...

A Richard Bromley in SO15.

SO15?

He needs to know

the bombings aren't ours,

and that we're working

the problem hard,

but we need his help.

Why me?

You're a decorated Ranger

in the Royal Irish Regiment.

Bromley will respect you as much as

he's capable of respecting any of us.

Should anyone find out that

we're talking to the Brits,

to go after one of

our own, rogue or not,

there'll be the devil

to pay.

So, can I count

on you, Sean,

to be discreet?

Of course.

(CAR RADIO PLAYING)

(GRUNTS)

MATRE D:

Right this way, sir.

Thank you very much.

You took your time.

I just had to put out the

odd fire here and there.

I'll be back in a minute.

I'll be right here.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Jesus.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Mr. Morrison.

Commander Bromley.

We're not responsible.

Really?

Forensic evidence and the use of

your code word suggests otherwise.

It's a renegade unit. We

don't know who they are yet.

You're telling me there's an

active IRA unit on the loose

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