Tony Ferro. Alex Winter.
- Rose... - You look better than I expected.
- It's an illusion. - It'd have to be. Good to see you.
We've carved a niche for you. Here's your night-table reading.
"Father killed by RUC, Belfast, 1979."
Good morning, sir. Could I see some identification?
- Did you see the game? - Yeah, it was all right.
For that penalty, he was outside the area.
- What the hell...? - Nobody move!
Get 'em up!
Good morning.
Kevin O'Donnell. A long-time IRA strategist.
He saw Timothy Miller die in 1979.
He looked after Sean and Patrick. lt's a recent photo.
If we could find O'Donnell, we'd find Miller, too.
- Are you with me, Jack? - I'm just thinking.
- What about the gun? - It wasn't registered.
- Son of a bitch. - What?
Look...
SO-13 gets an anonymous tip about some bomb-making set-up.
They get the IRA bad guys, but no one could've seen them, like the tipster said.
Three IRA hitmen found dead at a farmhouse.
That's British soldiers getting out of hand.
No, look... Brigade Commander Jimmy O'Reardon.
Ends up dead in a cheap hotel. A professional hit.
- Was that after the farmhouse? - Same day.
- What are you coming to?
Jack! Where are you going?
I'm going to throw some water on my face.
Excuse me...
I think one of us is in the wrong room.
It's OK.
- Jack! - Get down.
When the IRA carry out a campaign, they admit to it.
Get down!
Who are we looking for here, IRA terrorists?
Or some ultra-violent faction of the IRA, fighting their own way.
O'Reardon checked into an hotel with a woman with long hair.
Long red hair.
This is who we're looking for. We find her, we'll find him.
I saw his wife and daughter die, but she and Neddie blew it.
Ryan's still alive.
- They're not dead. - What?
They survived it. I can't say it any plainer.
- It doesn't matter now! - It does matter.
Americans hold their breath every time a little girl falls down.
You shot at one with a machine gun on her way back from school.
We've started the war. The Brits are tearing apart Belfast for the IRA.
Their American money, by denying the hits, makes them look more guilty.
The war is raging. When it's over, we'll be the ones left standing.
I let you go for Paddy-boy, but that's it!
We've got work to do... and it's not in Maryland.
Hello.
- Yeah? - How's the family, Ryan?
You nearly lost them, didn't you? It's easy to get at them.
You should look after your family better.
Are you there? I understand your little girl's feeling better.
Losing her spleen will make it tough on her to fight off infection.
You sick son of a bitch.
It was him, wasn't it? He's never going to leave us alone.
He'll never get close to us again. All he can do is call up.
You get him, Jack. I don't care what you have to do.
Just get him!
Can I buy you a drink?
No...
Let me buy you one.
Two whiskeys.
The IRA's not responsible for all this, I know that.
Are you waiting for me to agree? It's what I've said all along.
You claim responsibility for one thing, deny it for another.
Nobody believes you anymore.
I want to know where Sean Miller and Kevin O'Donnell are.
Let me try and understand this...
You want me to sell out my fellow Irishmen to you?
- You don't understand me at all. - I think I do.
Look - I don't care what they've done!
The day I sell out my own people, I'll put a bullet through my head.
- That's it then. - Yes, I'm not drinking with you.
OK, I'll go home.
I'll call the media and let them film in my daughter's hospital room.
It'll be on the evening news.
I don't care if it wasn't you, and neither will anyone else.
You'll have so little gun money, you'll all be out throwing rocks.
I will fucking destroy you! I'll make it my mission in life.
Excuse me.
Well, lads, did you hear that?
Stand sideways! You're less of a target!
- The satellite's coming. - Let's go.
Come on!
Get inside!
SO-13 traced the guns used in the Lord Holmes incident
to an arms dealer that supplies Gaddafi.
Sean Miller was last seen in a Zodiac heading out into the Channel.
I checked on the freighters that were out there that day.
Syrian registry. Involved in the Middle East arms trade.
- Miller sailed to North Africa. - Exactly.
Our birds photograph 182 camps a day in North Africa.
Libyan bases, PLO, Red Brigade, Action Direct, Red Army Faction...
But on the day this ship docked in Benghazi,
there's activity in only nine of these camps.
One is PLO, one Shining Path, these seven we're not so sure about.
- Why? - Our satellites...
The people in those camps probably know our satellite schedules.
Marty, unless you authorise us to retask those satellites,
so we can get a look in,
we're never going to know which camp they're at.
Do you know how big a deal it is to retask those satellites?
Yeah.
Bring up camp 18 again.
Tighten on the camp here.
Let's look up here. See what we can see.
Show me this grouping here.
That's nothing. Go back to the bigger picture.
Let me see down here.
What's that? Tighten up on that.
Can you enhance that?
Tits.
The SAS could take out any one of these camps.
Kill everybody there, and be gone before the echo fades.
Are you sure this is the same woman?
Keep at it then.
Son of a bitch.
Hi.
Read it again, Daddy.
"The sun did not shine, it was too wet to play."
"So we sat in the house all that cold, wet day."
"I sat there with Sally. We sat there, we two."
"I wish we had something to do."
"Too wet to go out. Too cold to play ball."
"So we sat in the house and did nothing at all."
"All we could do was to sit, sit, sit."
"We did not like it, not one little bit."
"And then something went... bump."
Paddy O'Neil can sleep at night. He probably enjoys the irony.
She's not Irish, she's English.
This is the girl you saw in the jeep, in the blink of an eye?
- Yeah. - What am I supposed to do?
Tell SO-13 you know who she is. Give them her picture.
Ask them to look for her. What do you mean, what do you do?
You walk into a bar, half of whose customers want you dead.
You walk up to the IRA's bagman and publicly threaten him.
You're not a field man. You are an analyst. Analyse that!
I am not after your job. I'm after the man who tried to kill my family.
Well then, think. If you tell O'Neil that you're looking for a girl,
and he gives you pictures of a girl. Do you believe him?
I didn't tell him I was looking for a girl.
Sarge, come and look at this.
I'm a bit of a bookworm, not that you'd know it to look at me.
What's your passion then? Mysteries? Spy novels?
- This is a rare book shop. - Rare? Yes, so they are.
- Can you locate the problem? - I already have.
The wiring in this place dates from before the first war.
It's what we call in the electrical business... rare.
- I can fix it, but can you afford it? - Just fix it.
- He's seen it, hasn't he? - I don't know.
- He's got it. - What do you make of this?
I... I have no idea!
Damn!
I have to go out for a few minutes to deliver some books.
- Keep about your repairs. - I'll be here all week.
He gave me the hat. He said, "This is for you, my dear."
Damn!
Dinner at the White House is no problem.
- What is the problem? - We're running out of dates.
We could move that to there...
Which would leave us the 14th.
Check with John Ryan about a presentation
at our embassy in Washington on the...
...14th.
Let's go over this again. We start in Washington...
- Geoffrey Watkins. - I'm trying to reach Mr. Titus.
- Is that extension 2691? - No, this is 2619.
I'm terribly sorry.
- What are you doing up? - I want to be there when she wakes.
I'll go with you and take a cab back.
Hello... Yes, just a minute.
- It's for you, Sir John. - Hello?
Mr. Ryan is holding a celebration. Would you care to join them?
- Where? At his house? - Yes, sir.
Why not?
We shot this eight days ago in Berlin.
One, two, three...
...four Brits travelling with him. Light arms.
- The heavy stuff is in the cars. - He's German.
- Is this boring you, Sean? - Six altogether.
- It'll be the same in Washington. - When will Holmes be unprotected?
Four days in Washington and one day in New York...
...shopping.
Yeah, two Caucasians.
Take a look at the one with the hat.
- His arms look a little pink. - Sunburn. A new arrival.
What do you think, same guy?
The rare-book dealer, Dennis Cooley. He's bald.
It's possible there's a woman in some of these camps.
But with her and Cooley in the same place...
...if that is Cooley, the odds of coincidence are dropping fast.
But still, there's no way I can be...
...absolutely certain.
Jack, tell me one thing in life that is absolutely certain.
My daughter's love.
What I need is your best guess, and I think I've heard it.
Haven't I?
The bastards took away my book shop and my books.
I'm sorry, you can't come. You haven't got the training.
- This mission will be very messy. - I can fire a gun.
Sorry, Dennis.
- Where are you taking me, Marty? - lt's you who have taken us, Jack.
Into battle.
Airborne support in target area. ETA, 35 seconds.
SAS team on the ground.
Enlarge camp 18.
Enlarge primary target.
That is a kill.
Targets have been neutralised.
Airborne support approaching.
SAS team withdrawing.
We're passing out of visual.
It's over.
Come on, honey.
- Would your men like some coffee? - No, thank you.
Thank you, Miss Ryan, for inviting us to your homecoming.
You're a gracious host, and it's my pleasure to make your acquaintance.
You're welcome.
I'll make the presentation after dinner.
Would you like to see it now?
- That's very nice. - I already gave you one of those.
That's your second piece of cake.
- Where's the bathroom? - Second door on the left.
- More coffee? - I'd love some.
- Excuse me. - Here it comes.
Bathroom.
- There's someone in there. - No, that's the basement.
- Hello. - Jack, it's Marty.
I thought you'd like to know right away.
- SAS just identified Cooley. - What about the others?
Pretty messy. It'll take 48 hours to verify the dental records.
They're keeping right on it.
The storm knocked the power. I have to light some candles.
- I'll light one for you, too. - Thanks, Marty.
Forget to pay your bill, Cath?
- Is everyone all right? - Just fine.
This only happens when we have royalty over for dinner.
- Is something wrong? - Come with me.
The storm would have knocked out the lights in the boathouse, too.
The power comes in from the street and branches off.
Jesus!
This is Ryan. Any DSS agent?
Maryland Troopers? Anyone?
Anyone reading me? Anybody?
- Can I come down later on? - You've got to get some sleep.
Goddamn!
- Don't tell them. - Quite a storm.
Take your hands off me! What are you doing?
Gun.
Stay right there.
Rob, over here.
How many are coming? Where's Sean Miller?
- What are you talking about? - Give me the gun.
Five, six... Maybe more.
I'll get the others. Don't turn on the lights.
- Go to the basement. Where's Cathy? - She's putting Sally to bed.
Come on, Ryan. Show yourself.
Annette, upstairs.
- Come on, sweetie. - What's wrong, Mommy?
Climb up on the stool. Shine the light up there.
God, Jack, what did you do with the shells?
Go.
Get down.
Get back!
Are you all right? Where's Sally? lt's OK, honey.
Come on.
You've got to be real quiet.
Got you!
Christ!
Hold on.
Come on.
- Who is off the air? - DSS, State Troopers, everyone.
Get me Hostage Rescue, now!
Robby, open up.
- It's us. - Jack?
- They're outside. - We want the Royal alive.
They're all over the place.
How were you going to get away? Do I go for the other knee?
Boats at the bottom of the cliff. There are ropes.
Kevin!
You've killed him!
No, Sean! We need Holmes alive.
- We're past that. - Alive!
Come on!
- Any contact? - They're still off the air.
There he is!
Stay down!
Come on, you bastards!
Come on!
He's alone! He's leading us away from the royal!
- Turn around! - No!
Turn it round!
- Turn it round! - Forget about Ryan!
- Don't blow the mission now! - That's not my mission!
You crazy bastard!
- Do you want some toast? - Pancakes.
There's no time for pancakes. Toast or... toast?
Is somebody going to get that?
Hello? Yes, she is. Hold on a second.
- It's Dr. Zaillian. - The amnio.
- Is it going to be OK? - We're just waiting to find out.
- What do you want on your toast? - Strawberry?
Do you want to know what it is? He's asking.
l don't know. Do you want to know?
- I don't know. Do you? - I'm not sure.
Hold on, we're discussing it.
I do and I don't.
He's waiting.
OK, tell us.
Thank you.
ENGLlSH