We can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a message.
Hi, it's Jack. We're going to leave London as planned.
We'll take a cab from the airport so don't pick us up.
Eight! One, two, three...
You already own that. You own everything.
We forgot about Sally's goldfish. Feed them if they're still alive.
Mom can make my move.
If they're not, go to the store and find a couple the same size.
We'll see you soon. Bye.
What's happening?
- Yes! - No! Another hotel?
- What does he owe you? - You owe me £1,100.
I haven't got it. I'm out. I want to go to sleep.
- Good evening, sir. - Yes?
Will these do?
Yeah, bring them in.
My wife... I guess.
Candles, champagne...
- I'm sorry I didn't think of this. - It's OK, only one of us had to.
Is she asleep?
- What about your speech? - I'll wing it.
Are you sure?
We have all watched in awe the events taking place in Moscow.
And the enormous changes resulting from these events.
In this volatile climate, we can only speculate
on the future of Soviet Fleet development.
I would like to thank the Royal Navy for inviting me here today.
He's impressed, but he can't show it. He's a professional soldier.
Come on, we've got to meet Daddy.
l'm impressed.
- Can you find it? - Yeah, we're here.
When we get to this street, we turn left... no, right.
Are you sure? OK, we're going to turn right.
Mind yourself, Paddy-boy. Move sure and fast.
- You've told me that. - I'm telling you again.
This won't be like anything you've done before, little brother.
Target leaving the palace now.
Stay awake, lads. Here they come.
There's Daddy.
Go!
Get down!
Get down. Keep her down.
Get out of the car! Get out!
Open the fucking door!
Open it or I'll blow you up.
Come on, let's go.
Go! Go!
Paddy?
Stop! Army! Drop it!
What about the boy?
He's had it.
It's all right, sweetie. Stay here.
- Stand back, ma'am. - That's my husband. I'm a doctor.
Jesus! What were you thinking of?
I'm going to set you down.
Stay with me, Jack. You hear me?
Jack... Stay with me.
There's a feeling of outrage over this attack on the Royal Family.
No group has yet claimed credit, but one is under strong scrutiny.
The IRA.
According to eyewitness accounts, Lord William Holmes,
the Minister for Northern Ireland, along with his wife and son,
were saved by an American tourist, John Patrick Ryan.
An author and professor at the Naval Academy in Maryland,
Ryan is a former Marine Lieutenant.
He was wounded and is under guard at an undisclosed London hospital.
Deborah Weston, CNN News, London.
- I'm sorry. - It's all right.
You're alive. I forgive you. Otherwise...
Hey, pumpkin.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Can you dignify their cowardice with your silence? They left you.
They drove off without you. What is it you think you owe them?
If any of my mates left me in your hands,
I'd feel no great sense of loyalty. I'd kill them.
Who are they, Sean?
Where are they?
The trip was unscheduled, but you knew Lord Holmes would be there.
I can't help you if you don't talk to me.
I'd tear your heart out if I didn't know you'd enjoy it.
You Fenian bastard.
No, not in all eternity. He'll not chirp a word.
Not Sean Miller. Not while his brother's lying on a slab.
- Don't you believe it, Jimmy? - I don't believe the entire thing.
The Royal Family, Kevin... that only turns people against us.
This was totally unauthorised. The brigade know you were behind it.
Fuck the IRA! All these years of war and they've got us nowhere.
England is still a monarchy, and that is where we must strike.
The Royals and the ruling class.
You're either with us or you're against us, Jimmy-boy.
- Make up your mind. - l'm with you.
Good, that's all I wanted to hear.
I'll leave you to it.
Kevin. Charlie's going to drop by to straighten things out.
Be smart. Talk to him and hold your temper.
I promise. Thanks, Jimmy.
Kevin!
Kevin, it's Charlie.
That's me holding my temper, Jimmy-boy.
- Damn! I forgot. - What?
Where's my bag?
You're not going to make me wear a rubber?
- The church says it's a sin, darling. - So's this, darling.
What can you tell me about this guy?
He's a nice boy...! Sean Miller. He shot a priest in Derry.
It was during confession. He thought he was informing for the British.
It's not in Mr. Ryan's best interests, nor the prosecution's,
to discuss matters not directly at hand.
If you can confirm for me that you disarmed that man in the square,
we'll be through.
- I can. - Do you have anything to add?
Yes. The man I killed was Miller's... brother.
Patrick... not even 17. He was recruited by Sean into the IRA.
Try to preserve the clarity of your eventual testimony.
- I read it in a newspaper. - Refrain from reading newspapers.
Not even Doonesbury?
Do you have anything to add?
No.
My name's Geoffrey Watkins. Private secretary to Lord Holmes.
lt's a pleasure to meet you. This is my wife, Catherine.
Dr. Ryan, how is your patient?
Just fine. We're looking forward to going home, though.
- May I introduce his Lordship? - Hello.
lt's my great honour to finally meet you.
I owe you a debt of gratitude that I shall never be able to repay.
I'm delighted you're here to share in the good news, Mrs. Ryan.
Her Majesty has decided to invest your husband with a knighthood.
My congratulations... Sir.
Good luck today.
Sir Jack!
Lady Catherine!
If I'd had time to think, I'd have preferred to do something else.
You're saying you didn't have time, so you didn't?
- Didn't what? - You didn't think. Isn't that it?
No, you raced into a situation of which you had no understanding,
and attacked my client, who was a pedestrian also hurrying to help.
- Wearing a ski mask? - You shot another man in the chest.
- After they shot me. - And felled a second victim.
I used that force I deemed necessary.
I should say so. I doubt very much if anyone would disagree.
I didn't make this happen... He did.
There is one more question.
Are you still in the paid service of the CIA?
Remember you're under oath.
- No. - I beg your pardon?
No!
That's all, thank you.
The witness may stand down.
Thank you.
Bloody proud of yourself, aren't you?
You stuck your nose in, and now you've killed my baby brother.
Hey, Daddy.
Wow, you guys have really grown.
- How are you feeling? - Not so good.
- Are you tired? - No.
- I have no idea what time it is. - You're telling me.
- Did I miss something? - No... But I did.
I'm pregnant.
Honey!
Can I watch some TV? I'm not at all tired.
What?
Plates.
- Do I have any say in this? - Sure, this is a family.
- Everyone has a say. - But my say is after the fact.
- Or am I wrong? - No, you're right.
Michaela despises her little sister.
Well, it could be even worse. lt could be a baby brother.
Oh no! Boys!
Jack.
Are you denying that the IRA was behind this action?
When the IRA carry out a campaign, they admit to it.
That's their policy. They'll proudly say they did it.
Have the IRA admitted to this? I mean, common sense, logic...
Can I at least suggest some names?
Sure you can.
Good morning, Mr. Cooley.
And to you. How's business?
Fine, thank you. I came upon this first edition at an estate auction.
Can your man restore it?
- When would you want this by? - Soon.
It's very pressing.
The binder may have some trouble with this.
Is that so?
I'll see what I can do. He's not a miracle worker.
No, obviously he's not, Mr. Cooley.
The best you can arrange then.
- Good day, Mr. Cooley. - Good day, madam.
Hello, Sean, do you mind if I come along with you?
Although I disapprove of the things you've done,
I can't quite bring myself to condemn you.
I can't, because I understand where the hatred comes from.
I more than understand it.
But the fact is, we're very near the darkest hole in all of Great Britain,
and you still won't speak to me.
The bridge is up. We'll be here for five minutes.
Understood.
Mobile three to Lymington...
Open the door. Open it or I'll kill him.
- They've got the bridge keeper. - Open the door.
Should we wait until they kill him and then open the door?
- Your guns. - We are unarmed.
Get them out.
Lie down. Don't you fucking move.
Did you think we'd forget about you?
Inspector Robert Highland, this is a friend of mine.
Tell me, what do they pay you to turn against your own people?
Get on with it and be on your way.
Very well, if that's the way you feel about it.
Come on, Cath.
- Have I got the tickets? - They're on the fridge!
- Dad... - Honey, there's plenty of time.
- Hello, Admiral. - Jack, you know Marty Cantor.
- How's the shoulder? - Not too bad.
Something's come up. Can we sit down and have a chat?
They were moving him to Albany Prison on the lsle of Wight.
- We think he's left the country. - Let's deal in what we know.
We know he escaped in Kent, near the Channel.
lf he's left the country... Jack, are you listening?
The chances that he'd come here, or would try to,
are so remote I have trouble even saying it.
Yet your first instinct was to come out here and tell me.
Marty, excuse us a few minutes.
I've got a few more weeks before school starts,
but I've got to prepare a few lectures.
Come and look at what we've got. You might turn up something.
You're asking me if I want to come back.
Yep.
We'll try and go next week. Sorry.
Sean Miller escaped.
What does that mean?
They thought I might be concerned, but I'm not.
The IRA's not going to follow me over here. We talked about that.
They're gone, that's it.
They didn't ask you to come back to CIA?
- I said no. - Just like that.
I don't want to go back.
- I saw them coming and I just... - I know.
I can't go back to that life again, you know?
Sally, wait up, honey.
I bet your cell was better than this.
At least you had your own toilet bowl.
Cheer up, you've just been spared a lifetime of hell on earth.
I don't feel like resting, laying in the sun like a complacent tourist.
We've got to train like soldiers and we can't do that in lreland.
It's a waste of time.
There's a difference between laying about and laying low.
Next time we'll post Lord Holmes back to Whitehall in pieces,
if that's what it takes to free every lrish political prisoner.
- That's not what l'm thinking of. - l know that.
What Ryan did can't be undone. Stop thinking about it.
l can't.
How could something like this have happened?
Inspector Highland picked the day and the route, and still they knew.
- He had two children. - Tragic.
SO-13 have narrowed it down to 31 people who had this knowledge.
Five of whom are now dead.
You should limit your appointments.
I will not have my itinerary dictated to me by terrorists.
Whoever this traitor is, they'd better pray I never find him.
We know you'll do your best, sir.
We don't know if we're ever coming home
Stand up, buckle up, shuffle through the door
Jump out and shout Marine Corps!
Egesta appealed to Athens on what basis, on what grounds?
Mr. Viederman? A bad time for you?
They said they'd be grateful.
- Didn't they? - Yeah.
"Fight our battle and the world will fear and respect you."
- Athens already had respect. - It didn't matter.
- Pride, sir. - That's the real battle.
- Attention on deck. - Attention to orders.
I have a presentation to make.
For service above and beyond the call of duty of a tourist,
we recognise John Patrick Ryan with the order of the Purple Target.
We hope that he will duck next time,
lest he become part of history rather than a teacher of it.
- How old is he? - Ten.
Plate-glass window?
Here goes. Hi, guys.
We may have to bump my next appointment. This might take time.
Yes, let's bump it. OK, let's do it.
You just waded on in like John Wayne.
Why did you do it? What were you thinking?
- I don't know. I wasn't thinking. - You sound like my students.
It pissed me off.
I couldn't just stand there and watch them shoot those people.
It was... rage.
Pure rage.
- It just made me mad. - I hope you never get mad at me.
She's late, Sean.
She was at this dance, and then this guy at the end...
She's kind of cute, isn't she?
Is she?
Bye.
- Hi, Mommy. - How are you?
Let's do it.
Damn!
Highway 50. West.
Good night, Doctor.
Dr. Ryan! He's getting away.
Where's Sean Miller?
Dr. Catherine Ryan, please.
How long?
Come on!
This is Dr. Ryan. I want the results on the Thompson boy's retinal scan.
Cathy, get off the phone.
- Look, Mom. - lt's beautiful.
I'm still holding. I'd like to speak with Dr. Sutton.
Operator, emergency breakthrough. The number is 555-3464.
Yeah, it's a mobile phone. What do you mean I can't?
Faster!
- Dr. Ryan, the scan is fine. - Great, thank you.
Jesus!
Hello? Jack?
Cath, something's happened. ls Sally with you?
- Is everything all right? - Fine.
There she is.
Get to the nearest police station as quick as you can.
- The police station? - Get off the highway.
Steady, mate.
- Where are you now? - Rowe Boulevard.
There's a police station at Houston Street.
- Is something wrong? - No, everything's fine.
They're gone.
- Mr. Ryan? - Yeah.
Your wife's OK. She sustained a concussion.
- She's pregnant. - The baby's OK.
- And my daughter? - Let's sit down.
No, talk to me.
It's going to be a while before we know.
- Where's Sally? - She's in the recovery room.
They're watching her. We'll know in a few hours.
They had to remove her spleen.
She's in pretty bad shape.
l'm sorry.
Jack... Here you go. Are you OK?
We go over to our reporter with Paddy O'Neil.
I'm praying for the recovery of the victims of this senseless attack.
Sinn Fein are outraged, as are most Irishmen, at this heinous crime.
I want to share with Dr. Ryan our empathy and anguish,
at an appropriate time.
- Was funding for the IRA... - The IRA are not responsible here.
- They had nothing to do with it? - No more questions.
- She's going to be OK. - Thank you.
It's all right. She's all right.
Mr. Ryan?
I'd like to share with you our deep regret...
Mr. Ryan...
You know the deal. You are involved. It's not good process.
The victim of a crime does not make the best analysis,
even if you knew something about terrorism.
I have guys on it who know about the IRA.
I'm not standing here with my hat in my hand. I want back in.
- Jack... - Sir.
Thank God about Sally. Alice and I are so relieved.
- Have you managed any sleep? - Not much, sir.
I'm interrupting something.
You were telling Jack that we'd be better off without him around.
Or something along those lines.
Marc Spiva. Jack Ryan.
Tony Ferro. Alex Winter.