The Foreigner Page #4

you know nothing about?

Yes, I am.

BROMLEY:
And the Semtex?

SEAN:
They're raiding

our dumps.

Dumps that were all

given up for the Accord?

And your code word?

They're being helped by someone

in our command, Belfast or Dublin.

So, what do you want,

Mr. Morrison?

We've a plan.

Different codes will be given

to each member of command.

When the bombers claim credit

for the next attack,

you'll tell us

which word they use.

Then we'll know who gave the

orders and then we end it.

Who else is involved

in this plan?

Liam Hennessy.

So, you can appreciate

the need for discretion.

Only Liam knows who

will be given which word.

So, Hennessy will personally work

with us to take out an IRA cell?

A rogue cell.

Your people, nonetheless.

I've one condition.

When Hennessy finds the

bombers, he tells me directly.

Then we take them down.

Not you.

This is non-negotiable.

We found some

plastic bags in his room.

Based on what I saw, he's

brewed up some nitroglycerin,

mixed it with weed killer, packed

it into some plastic plumbing pipes.

How much damage

can he do?

I'm guessing

he's made four bombs,

each enough to

blow up a lorry.

Jesus.

Knows what he's doing. I've

half the city looking for him.

When he surfaces in Belfast,

we'll find him.

You'll be safe here.

Aye. I wouldn't count on it.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(TIMER BEEPS)

Benny!

(GRUNTING)

(MUFFLED GROANING)

(FIRE ALARMS RINGING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

Jesus Christ!

MAN:
Move it! Move it!

(MEN CONTINUE SHOUTING)

Jesus.

He roughed up Benny and

Sean. They'll be fine.

Get more men

from Belfast.

I've underestimated him.

It won't happen again.

It's another warning, Liam?

LIAM:
Aye.

Nothing I can't handle.

First Belfast, now here.

How in God's name

are you handling anything?

The problem's being

dealt with.

He is destroying

our farmhouse...

Intent on God knows what, and

you're calling it a problem?

God, you can be

so pompous sometimes.

I'm leaving for London.

Gonna stay at Keri's.

I'm not sure

that's a good idea.

Well, I wasn't asking

for your permission.

He's hardly likely to know

about our daughter's flat,

and besides, it's you

he's after, not me.

Well, the point is, if he

knows about the farmhouse,

I assume he knows about Keri's

flat. It's not worth the risk.

Well, then, you're just gonna

have to handle it, like you said.

I remember a time when you

would've dealt with this, properly,

and other things, too.

But those days are gone.

(SWITCH CLICKS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Weighs a bit more,

but shouldn't be noticeable.

All I'm adding is the Semtex, a

micro-chip, and a few inches of wire.

It looks good.

Tricky part will be getting

it through the scanner,

but we'll find a way.

And if it's turned on?

Shorter battery life, but

it'll work, no problem.

Any idea which plane yet?

No.

We don't want to hit a

flight with any Irish onboard.

One in the queen's fleet'd

be best.

We just need

the right mule.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES

AND CHIMES)

Code word has changed

as of tonight.

My news editor's

a complete twat.

Spends as much

on a pair of shoes

as I get for eight hours

writing crap like this.

Makes perfect sense.

Who doesn't like

a new pair of sexy shoes?

You should try

a real whiskey.

Two Jamesons, single malt.

"Wife Attacks Husband's

Transgender Lover."

Some serious news

you're writing there.

Well, if it pays,

I'll write it.

Beats being knee-deep

in a bloody bomb site.

So, what do you do?

Wealth management.

I'm Maggie.

Ian.

(KAVANAGH

SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

All right.

I'll call if we need more.

Thanks, Mary.

Six more men are on

their way from Belfast.

When they get here,

they'll relieve the fellas

who've been up all night.

Is it enough to

secure the farm?

Secure as it can be.

It's 20 total

working two shifts.

All right. You're flying

to London today with Mary.

Right, yeah.

That's completely unnecessary.

Get her into Keri's flat,

then move them into a hotel.

I can manage this,

all right?

I'll not be debating this!

Nick's gonna fill up

the Jag.

You're leaving...

(EXPLOSION)

(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

LIAM:
Take him

to the hospital.

Get Mary to the airport.

Right.

Go.

(SNIFFS)

Buried nitro bomb,

detonated by remote.

He needed a line

of sight.

Those woods,

that's where he'd be.

Go.

Sean! Mick! Get in the car.

Go, go, go!

Come on. Go, go, go!

(PANTING)

You guys spread out.

I'll take the high ground.

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

Names!

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(EXHALES)

LIAM:
Jesus Christ!

One ol' man running circles

around the lot of us.

Why is it so hard?

He's ahead of us every step

of the way. We need more men.

KAVANAGH:
We need

100 more men, at least.

And if we did that, we'd have

the whole of Belfast against us.

Bring in a tracker,

someone who knows the woods,

and beat him at his own game.

My nephew?

Aye.

If you can spare him.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Come on.

How's Keri? Where is she?

Out.

You're a wee bit early,

but I'm nearly ready.

Have you a restaurant

in mind?

Haven't given it

much thought.

So, what urgencies bring my

nephew all the way to London?

A few personal matters.

I'm glad I made the list.

Mmm. I think that works.

What do you think?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MARY MOANS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

You've gotta be kiddin'.

Liam?

Tell Bromley

I'll accept his terms.

I'll pass it on.

I've given out the code

words. Now, we wait.

Quan hit us again.

Blew up the Jag,

put Billy in the hospital.

Kavanagh and the boys

went after him.

The wee shitey

injured three more men.

Punji sticks,

if you can believe that.

Liam, it sounds like

he's trained.

Maybe Special Forces.

Which brings me

to the point.

I need a tracker, Sean.

Can you give us a hand?

I'll take a morning flight.

Good man.

Hey. How'd he sound?

Worried.

He's got a lot going on.

Well, if he doesn't find the

bombers, the Accord's dead.

And politically,

so's he.

Do you think

he'll find them?

Yeah, if there's

another blast.

The code word will lead us

to who's running them.

He's finished. The code

word won't save him.

What the Council needs

is new blood,

someone stronger like you.

He's afraid to use

his power.

He's just a washed-up

old man

trying to hold onto

whatever he can.

I've never forgiven him

for my brother, Patrick.

Liam found out

who killed him.

A UVF death squad.

Four men.

I told Liam to kill them

before they got to court.

But he said no.

That the time

for revenge is past.

So, my Patrick

is dead and buried,

and they're sitting in

jail now, all four of them,

taking classes

at the open university.

(CRYING) It's not right.

It's not.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(FLESH SIZZLING)

(GUNFIRE)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(SPEAKS MANDARIN)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

(QUAN GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GIRLS SCREAMING)

(CRIES OUT)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hugh McGrath's here.

I heard you're

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