The Foreigner Page #5

checking my dumps.

We're checking everyone's.

No exceptions.

Four came up short.

Two were yours.

Ten kilos of Semtex missing.

What in God's name

are you doing?

My dumps were off-limits. We

were clear in that. Remember?

You were at the meeting.

If you knew they were short,

you should've handled it.

They were in perfect order. I

checked 'em myself, and that's a fact.

Christ, Liam, so, the

committee knows it's my Semtex?

Don't know who we can

trust anymore. Do we?

Trust, or fear?

In your case, mostly fear.

Simple and brutal,

like my dad taught me.

Look, we have an opportunity

here, Liam, if you take the lead.

This Chinaman

isn't helping matters,

but let me get some

locals to hunt him down.

How much do you know?

Plenty.

Bomb in your office.

Your farm. Your car.

Mary and your daughter

hiding out in a London hotel.

A bloody mess, it is.

And the men sense weakness,

as do the UVF.

You should be back

in Belfast,

out in front,

taking charge.

Look, I'm no politician...

What're you trying to say?

The bombing.

A few quiet words of encouragement

would soothe the ranks.

"Encouragement"? They kill

civilians by the buckets.

They went a bit far,

I know,

but they have given us

real momentum.

The Brits

are on the ropes.

Jesus Christ, I said hit a few

financial targets. That's it.

No one gets hurt. That's what we

agreed to. You gave me your word.

And by God, I kept it.

I don't know who they are, don't

even know who's controlling 'em.

And that's the way

it has to be.

Because if something

goes wrong,

they could trace 'em

straight back to us.

Go wrong? This wasn't

the f***in' plan.

I needed this

to get our people back.

You and I have spent

our whole lifetime...

You don't give a sh*t

about those men!

You needed the bombing

to shore up the election,

to prop up your weakness

in the ranks.

Well, guess what?

In the fog o' war,

plans f***in' change.

Now, I stood by you

when you put fire

into the lads.

M62, Aldershot, Mountbatten.

You were calling for

an escalation then,

right enough.

Those days are long gone!

That's not what I heard

a few months ago.

I heard the old Liam, a man

back on track with a plan.

You haven't forgotten what

we're fighting for, have you?

You question my loyalty?

I buried my brother-in-law, before

that, my da and my two cousins.

We spilt

our fair share of blood

struggling for

united Ireland,

not profiting off

a divided one.

So, don't f***ing

go asking me again

if I've forgotten

what we're fighting for.

If there's anyone profiteering

around here, it's you,

sitting in your fancy houses,

cozying up to the Brits.

You're not the Liam

I once knew.

You want

the old me, huh?

The Butcher of the Bogside,

is that what you want?

Well then, hear this.

You reel in those

f***in' c*nts and end it,

or by God,

I'll bury the lot of yas.

Right. I'm going now.

I'll be at my farm

if you need me.

And take care of

that Committee issue.

We don't want them jumping

to the wrong conclusion

about that Semtex.

Do we?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Yeah.

Do you

or any of the men know

where Mary's staying

in London?

No. No one,

but Murphy.

Hmm. McGrath knows

where she's hiding.

I wanna know how.

(SIGHS)

What a day, Charlie.

What a day.

Come on now, let's go.

Come on, Charlie,

up you get.

Charlie.

You killed my dog.

Dog's fine.

Just sleeping.

Sit.

I'm wearing a bomb.

Anyone comes in, I touch

it one, then we die.

Now, give me the names.

They claim they're the IRA, but

I don't know who they really are.

I'm doing everything I can

to find out who's responsible.

You're lying!

Who killed my daughter?

I'm sorry.

I truly don't know yet.

The explosives the

bombers use, it's Semtex-H?

Yes. Yes.

You know about Semtex?

I know Semtex-H.

During the war, Czechs

make for the Viet Cong.

Good for bombs and traps.

In Vietnam?

Yes.

Many American people died

by Semtex-H.

Now, IRA use

to kill my daughter.

That's ironic.

I've read your history.

We both know about war. We've

both tried to put it behind us.

You and me, we're alike.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

We are nothing alike.

You're nothing!

You kill women

and children! Names!

To Almighty God, I

don't know! (GUN C*CKS)

Wait! Wait.

I've set a trap for them

when they use the next bomb.

When they claim responsibility

for the next bombing,

they'll use a code word,

telling the police they're IRA.

I've changed that code word.

So, when they use it,

I'll know.

You have one day.

What if they don't

set off a bomb by then?

Twenty-four hours.

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus, Sweet Jesus.

MIRA:
We missed it

the first time.

But ran a reconfiguration

through RAPTOR,

and the image's anomalies and

architecture became more apparent.

Now there, look,

the back of his hand.

Hmm. Looks like a burn, or a birthmark.

We're running

comparatives now.

So, it's a bit more time,

but we'll get it.

(BELL TOLLING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(BROMLEY PANTING)

Good morning, Sean.

Thanks for coming.

SEAN:
Are you all right?

Well, I've been better.

There's been another bombing.

Yeah, I just heard.

Aye, a London bus.

Has Bromley phoned?

No. Not yet.

McGrath's on his way with some

locals. They'll give you a hand.

No, I don't need them.

I'll handle it.

Good man.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Hennessy.

They called, but didn't give a

code word. What the hell's going on?

Maybe it wasn't them.

Press Association

took the call.

A man with

an Irish accent said

there'd be no more

f***in' cooperation

with the Brits,

and no more code words.

He knew exactly which bus, and

how much explosive was used.

And it's been ID'd

as your Semtex again.

Either someone talked, warned

them off, or you're playing me.

Only two people knew

what was happening.

Myself and Morrison.

Like I said,

one of you can't be trusted.

Send me a number where

I can reach you day or night.

I'll call the moment

I have something.

It better be soon,

or you'll feel a backlash the likes

of which you've never felt before.

DAVIES:
A bus now.

For God's sake, 16 dead,

twice that injured.

LIAM:
I'm sorry.

I had a plan to nail

the bastards. Didn't work.

(SIGHS) I've just come

from Downing Street.

The PM will consider

the pardons,

but only if you give up

the bombers immediately.

And how in God's name

do I do that?

Find a way!

Plans are afoot to put

the paratroops

back on your streets

in 48 hours.

Belfast will erupt.

You'll give the bombers

exactly what they want.

Well, it's out of

my hands now.

Call when you have something.

I'm heading for a conference

in Rome tomorrow.

I'll have my cell

at all times.

(LIAM SIGHS)

How was London?

Is Mary okay?

You said to

keep an eye on her,

and make sure she and

Keri were kept safe.

I spent some time

in her hotel lobby,

watching the comings

and goings, you know?

She had no idea

I was there.

And your nephew turns up.

He spent two hours

in her room.

He spent two hours

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