The Foreigner Page #6

in Mary's room?

Aye. And after he goes,

Mary comes down,

and calls Hugh McGrath

on the lobby phone.

(RUSTLING)

(SIGHS)

It's done.

Unless they take it apart, there's

no way to know it's been modified.

F***in' brilliant.

What'll set it off?

The internal clock. I'll input

the time once we know the flight.

There's a security conference

in Rome tomorrow.

All the top MPs and security

people are flying there

on three lunchtime flights.

Perfect.

What about our mule?

Sara just confirmed

he's going.

We then ran the burn-mark

through the database.

We got a positive hit on a Patrick

O'Reilly, age 29, from Belfast.

O'Reilly had one prior for a domestic

abuse incident three years back.

Did two months in Hydebank.

We entered O'Reilly into the

facial rec bank for matches.

We got a hit.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

That's him in a Dublin pub with

an IRA member four weeks ago.

It's a known

IRA meeting place

we've had

under surveillance for years.

PRIME MINISTER:

And the other two with him?

BROMLEY:
I was about to get

to them, Minister.

That, and a woman we've just

ID'd at the bus explosion.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Yes.

Your mole's Hugh McGrath.

Did you hear me, Hennessy?

Are you sure now?

Quite.

We've ID'd

the Knightsbridge bomber

as Patrick O'Reilly

of Belfast.

Three weeks ago,

Mr. O'Reilly was observed

meeting Hugh McGrath

in a Dublin pub.

Where's McGrath

and O'Reilly now?

I don't know O'Reilly.

I haven't seen McGrath.

Let me help you with McGrath.

His phone's GPS puts him

52 meters south of you.

I'm watching him

coming up your drive.

So, let's cut the sh*t.

There's a Chinook airborne

right now, with a 12-man team.

They'll land on your farm

in 30 minutes

to take McGrath

into custody.

I needn't tell you

how that'll go,

nor how your cozy relationship

with him will sink your career...

This time, for good.

Or?

Question McGrath your way

and get what I need.

Names and locations

of everyone.

You can't save him, but

maybe you can save yourself.

Thirty minutes, get what I

need, I'll turn them around.

Jim.

Send McGrath's men to the trailhead,

see if Sean needs any help.

Give me your phone.

What the hell?

Give me your phone.

Get your ass

in that chair there.

A London bus, for Christ

sake! Now, hold on!

Not even

f***in' warnings!

Sixteen dead!

You stabbed me in the back

and sanctioned this bloodbath

to get your war back on.

The plan had no balls.

This wasn't

a Bombing Light campaign.

You said hurt 'em,

and hurt 'em, we did.

By killing women

and children?

You can't restrain yourself.

You never could. Well, it's over.

Their names, aliases,

and location!

You know I can't do that!

(SCREAMING)

That's me being nice.

Now, write, and it better

match what I already know.

By God, I'll take you apart

joint by joint!

You used me.

You wanted the pardons for

your own political gain.

You're a disgrace

to the cause!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Four men and a woman.

Maggie Dunn?

Aye. You call her that.

Sara McKay's her real name.

She works for you?

Bloody right.

Checks and balances.

(SCREAMING)

An insurance policy, in

case you lose your nerve,

which you have.

So, now,

if they take the lads,

she will lead them

straight back to you.

Not so easy anymore,

now, is it?

SO15 will be here in 20

minutes to take you in.

We both know

that can't happen.

You gave me up

to the Brits?

You tout bastard!

You gave yourself up.

They've got surveillance of you

in an IRA pub with a Pat O'Reilly,

who they ID'd

as the Knightsbridge bomber.

And thanks to your GPS phone,

they tracked you here.

You broke every rule, Hughie.

And now, I'm left

to clean up your mess

as I have

for the past 30 years.

A final thing.

My wife?

What about her?

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

She hates you

because of her brother.

And so,

she reached out to me.

So, yes, I helped her.

And she helped me.

(GUNSHOT)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yes.

LIAM:
Bromley.

I got your names.

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH PANTING)

Oh, sh*t, I'm late.

I've got to go.

Did you come?

No. (CHUCKLES)

I'm not a three-second wonder

like you.

(IAN CHUCKLES)

(WATER RUNNING)

(DEVICE BEEPS)

(WATER STOPS)

(GARGLING)

Well, keep wearing that shirt,

I'll be a two-second wonder.

You're gonna have to

get used to it.

Practice, practice, practice.

I'm close.

LIAM:
McGrath confessed.

It was his op all along.

I've got the bombers'

names and location.

I'll text you the info.

You may need it.

The one who killed Quan's

daughter is Pat O'Reilly.

He's got a burn-mark

on his right hand.

Either way, Sean,

you end this, now.

You hear me?

Understood.

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BOTH GROAN)

(YELLS)

(SEAN YELLS)

(GROANS)

(SEAN BREATHING DEEPLY)

You know why

you're still alive?

You want the names?

They're in the phone.

The last text, code 7741.

Five names and their

location in London.

O'Reilly set the bomb

that killed your daughter.

He's got a burn-mark

on his right hand.

You fought in the army.

Iraq. Royal Irish Regiment.

Two tours,

Special Forces.

You're Catholic, but you

fought for British. Why?

I fought for the regiment.

Out there,

religion didn't matter.

We were all the same.

That's it.

Family?

A brother.

The rest have passed away.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Come in.

(DOOR OPENS)

Take a seat, Sean.

Aye. You look like you've

been through the wars.

Aye. Quan got the drop

on me.

I gave him the names, he

took my things and let me go.

When the bombers

called in about the bus,

they didn't use

a code word,

because someone

tipped them off.

Only two people knew the

reason for the code change.

You and me.

Liam, I didn't tell anyone.

I swear.

I spoke to Bromley,

and that was it.

What if I told you

I had Murphy

stay and watch Mary

in London?

My own flesh and blood.

Liam, I'm so sorry.

I don't wanna know what

happened in that room.

All I wanna know is,

what was discussed when your

sweet Aunt Mary was with you?

Did she say she was involved

with McGrath and the bombers?

No. Never.

She was upset about her

brother and kept on about that.

When you and I were talking

about the code word,

she asked about 'em, but she

never let on about McGrath.

Oh, so, she could

hear us on the phone?

No, it was only after our call

she mentioned the code word.

She thought

they wouldn't be of use.

So, she steered

the conversation?

Well, yes, I guess she did.

Ah. A good manipulator,

she is.

So, she told the bombers?

She told McGrath,

McGrath told them.

Thick as thieves,

they were.

She tricked the information

out of you, Sean.

She used you.

Liam, I...

Shut up!

Bury that pig

in the sow-pen.

And after that, I have

one final task for you.

And when that's done,

go back to New York, son.

Thank you.

Zero, this is Alpha Two.

Echo One toward target house.

ROSS:
Zero. Echo One's

toward the target house. Copy.

ELECTRICIAN:
Echo One has entered

the target house and unsighted to me.

Zero. Echo One is in target

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