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[snipping]

[silenced gunshots]

[baby cooing]

[woman] It's all right.
[shushing]

[narrator] Following in his father's
footsteps as a naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb, Junior,
suffered a crash

while landing his Tomcat on a storm-tossed
carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps

which investigates, defends and prosecutes
the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer,
Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in
and out of the courtroom

with the same daring
and tenacity

that made him
a Top Gun in the air.

[theme music playing]

[people chattering]

[Rabb] "And from that time,
through wildest woe,

hope has shone a far light.

Nor could love's
brightest summer glow,

outshine that solemn starlight.

For, thus I hoped someday
to aid.

Oh, can such hope be in vain?

When my dear country shall be made a
nation once again."

It's about forsaking love for a higher
cause. Independence.

What does that have to do
with child abduction?

It's the only thing
the kidnappers left behind.

Could it be some kind
of coded message?

No. Just a poem. Apparently
a favorite of the baby's father.

So it's not considered
a ransom note?

It seems it's his way of informing the
mother that he has the child

without making an outright
admission.

[knocking on door]

Enter!

[Roberts] Uh, sir?

Flowers for you, sir.

Flowers?

Yes, sir. Roses.

Umm, set them,
set them over there.

Yes, sir.

Sir, if, uh, an insertion team
broke in and out

-of a US Military base, would...
-[coughs]

What is it, Mr. Roberts?

Well, a note
came with them, sir.

I'll read it later.

Yes, sir.

[sighing]
My Yeoman called in sick.

Had to borrow
Lieutenant Roberts.

What you were saying, Major?

Well, if this
were a simple custody abduction,

the father would have to hire
his own private army.

He didn't have to. He's IRA.

Which explains
why he likes the poem.

His name is Lorcan Barnes,

leader of an active
Provo faction.

Brits call him The Ghost.

Uh, sir?

There's a Miss Delany
on line two.

Says it's important.

You know, personal.

I'll call her back.

[Roberts] Yes, sir.

[sighing]

[Rabb] Sir, I assumed

the baby's mother
was a US Naval officer.

She is.

And she married an IRA leader?

No, she stopped short of that.

Lieutenant Linda Nevins,

former Naval attache in London.

Transferred to Holy Loch,
Scotland,

after she had the baby.

I'm surprised they allowed her
to remain in Britain at all.

Oh, her father
pulled a few strings.

Admiral Nevins, SEPAC.

Admiral Nevins, SEPAC.

Excuse me, sir, but I really think you
should speak with her.

Lieutenant Roberts,
I am in a briefing.

Yes, sir. But when I confirmed that you
had received her flowers

and still couldn't take the call

she became very upset.

What line?

Two, sir.

Short version, you're hopping
on the first flight to Heathrow,

then onto Belfast.
Admiral Nevins wants our people.

What does he want us to do
in Belfast?

The Royal Ulster Constabulary

has been tracking his movements
in Northern Ireland.

Do what you can
to help them find the kid.

Deal with any legal roadblocks.

Well, I thought you said
this Barnes was a ghost?

Well, Major, I guess
that makes you ghostbusters.

Aye, sir.

[sighing]

Hi, Laura.

[Rabb] Imagine being involved
with an IRA terrorist?

Talk about being married
to the mob.

Harm, we don't always
pick the people we end up with.

It just sort of happens.

Oh, now, Major, I never had you
pegged for such a romantic.

Well, you still have to live
with the consequences.

[man] Would you please give me a smile,
please, one smile.

-[Rabb] Like her?
-Exactly.

Yeah.
Exactly 24 million consequences.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb
and Major MacKenzie?

-That's right.
-Welcome to the UK.

Jonathan Graham, RUC.

I'm to accompany you to Belfast.

-Is there a problem?
-Just a precaution.

The IRA have operatives
everywhere.

Well, no offense, Mr. Graham,
but their beef is with you.

We may be safer traveling alone.

Perhaps. But they did steal
one of your children.

Who knows what they're up to?

And, uh, lose the uniforms.

No point
in making yourselves a target.

[Graham] You'll have to excuse
the added security.

Provo activity has been up
lately.

Have you managed to get a bead
on Barnes yet?

I've been trying to get a bead on Barnes
for the last six months.

Do you think
he'll hurt the child?

[Graham] I've long since stopped trying to
figure the buggers out.

But they have the disposition
for it, that's for sure.

You're going to have to give me something
I can work with, Linda.

Lorcan was private. He didn't really have
any friends.

[Hutchenson] Oh,
we know he had friends!

He had a bloody network
of friends.

[door closing]

What is this? An interrogation?

Certainly not.

She came to us voluntarily.

I met two men at his flat once. I forget
their names. They left as soon as I got
there.

And this was when?

About a year and a half ago.

Probably planning
the Devonshire bombing.

Lorcan had nothing to do with that. He was
with me that night.

-Was he? That's strange.
-What is?

That you should feel compelled
to defend him.

This man who stole your baby.

He's not what you think he is!
You don't know him!

Perhaps it's you who's the one
who doesn't know him.

And who might you be?

Lieutenant Commander Rabb,
US Navy.

Major MacKenzie,
United States Marine Corps.

As you were, Lieutenant.

We represent Lieutenant Nevins'
interest here.

Well, then it seems
we share the same interest.

I'm Inspector
Vincent Hutchenson.

Would you mind if you
and I had a word alone

for a moment, Inspector?

Not at all.

I'm finished here, I expect.

The Lieutenant has surely
helped us all she can.

Good day.

I'll meet you outside.

Not exactly sympathetic,
are they?

No, ma'am.

Have you told them what Lorcan might want
with his son?

They have their own theory.

A human shield.

It wouldn't look good
for the Brits

if an American child was killed
while hunting down a terrorist.

I take it you don't agree?

Lorcan loves Jimmy. He would never
purposely put him in danger.

So what's your theory?

He doesn't want to give him up.

Does he even know him?

I thought you broke off contact
before you even had the baby.

Lieutenant,
I'm here to help you.

If you want
to get your son back,

you'd better start
trusting someone.

Lorcan was living underground
when I first met him.

He didn't tell me he was IRA until we
started talking marriage.

I gave him an ultimatum.

He couldn't give it up.

Seven months later,
Jimmy was born.

I took leave and stayed in London so
Lorcan could see him.

You should have seen his face

the first time he saw his son.

There was an instant bond.

For a moment, I actually thought
he might give it all up

to take care of him.

But I haven't heard from him
in almost eight months.

So, I finally
requested a transfer.

Jimmy and I were supposed to leave for
Norfolk in ten days.

I guess Lorcan just wasn't going
to let that happen.

[Hutchenson] You'll forgive me if I'm
remiss in my sensitivity training.

People seem to forget we're fighting a war
here. Milk and sugar?

No, thank you.

Yes, that's right.

You yanks
like things straight up.

Inspector, I understand how you might not
appreciate Lieutenant Nevins' position.

A terrorist has her child.
What's not to appreciate?

That the terrorist
is the child's father.

Yes, that.

Well, I'm sure
your Lieutenant knows Mr. Barnes

in an entirely
different context.

I had the honor of interviewing Mr. Barnes
for several days.

He can be quite charming.

You had Barnes in custody?

Well, it's quite embarrassing,
really.

We were moving him
across the Channel

when his compatriots
slipped him off the ferry.

There was something of a mole.
We tended it, mind you.

So he hasn't resurfaced?

So he hasn't resurfaced?

Oh, he's resurfaced, all right.

Causing bloody havoc.

Who knows how many deaths
he's caused?

So they've given up
on reaching a peace agreement?

There'll be no peace
with the likes of him about.

Well, if he's that active there must be
intelligence on him, leads, informants.

Information grows old quickly,
my friend.

The devil moves
about every 12 hours.

He fancies himself
Yasser Arafat.

Well, so where do I start?

Well, you're going to find him
yourself, are you?

Respectfully, sir,

the child seems low
on your priority list.

Respectfully, sir, he is.

I'm no more motivated at finding Mr.
Lorcan Barnes than I was yesterday.

The baby
only complicates the matter.

Inspector,
I appreciate your candor.

But as far as I'm concerned
the child is the matter.

If Lieutenant Nevins can provide a lead,
I'll happily chase it down.

Short of that,
I wouldn't expect too much.

There's a reason
we call him The Ghost.

[MacKenzie] So what?
That means we're on our own?

Well, he prefers we go home
and wait for the phone to ring.

Yeah, not likely.

I think he knows that.

Lieutenant?

What is it?

It's Lorcan.

-[tires screeching]
-[horn blowing]

[man yelling]

[people chattering]

Now, why would Barnes risk being spotted
outside RUC headquarters

just to catch a glimpse
of Lieutenant Nevins?

Maybe he wanted more
than just a glimpse.

And we spooked him away?

Yeah. Maybe this whole
abduction thing is a twisted way

to hold on to her.

Oh, yeah.
Kidnapping a woman's baby

is a hell of a way
to win her heart.

Oh, he doesn't have to win it.

She's still in love with him.

[Linda] Commander?

I thought we agreed you'd stay in the
hotel, Lieutenant?

-Moore.
-Excuse me?

Jack Moore. Lorcan told me
about a man named Jack Moore.

He gave Lorcan a job as a kid
in a, in a boxing club

to keep him out of trouble.

Where did Lorcan grow up?

Somewhere near Newry.

[Moore] Go to the guts, lad!

That head's a post!

[grunting]

[Rabb]
We're looking for Jack Moore.

[men chattering]

Ah, come on! Come on,
you've got to risk a stinging

if you want a bite of honey!

-Jack Moore?
-Who's asking?

US Navy.

Are you now? We don't get many of those
around these parts.

We're looking for an old friend
of yours, Lorcan Barnes.

Old friend of mine, you say?

I know a Joey Barnes, a real scrapper.
Can't say I know a Lorcan.

[Linda] He said
you were like an uncle to him.

Perhaps you're looking
for another Jack Moore.

Perhaps you can tell him
we just want to talk to Barnes.

Keep your head up!

He'll tag you from underneath!

Barnes and this lady
share a child together.

A child who could be in danger.

Wish I could help you, lass.

But like I said,
I don't know the man.

[Rabb]
Well, if you remember anything,

we're at the Windsor Inn,
Belfast.

How many times must I tell you
to duck, huh?

Seeing the sights
while you're there, are you?

-Hitting the pubs and whatnot?
-If there's time.

Try O'Shaughnessy's
on Eaton Place.

It has a familiar air to it if you're
looking for that sort of thing.

Try a pint of Fogerty's Stout.
It'll see you right.

Thanks. I'll keep that in mind.

My pleasure.

[people chattering]

[man] More power to you, Shane.

Why do I feel like I'm entering
hostile territory?

Well, if you're even half right
about Barnes,

all we need to do is knock
and he'll answer.

So what? You just walk up
to the bartender and ask

if there are any IRA members
we could talk to?

Something like that.

Can I have a stout?

What kind?

Fogerty.

Are you sure?
It has a bite on it.

I'll take my chances.

This will cost you three pounds.

I can make that happen.

Lost are you?

Why? Do I look lost?

This isn't exactly
a tourist attraction.

I'm looking for someone.

Is he a hooligan?

Depends who you ask.

Well, you'll not find him here.

This clientele consists solely

of self-declared degenerates.

-Any IRA?
-No,

just your regular
thieving bastards.

We're not political.

[chuckles] Know anyone who is?

Well, I can't help you there,
Sunshine.

[slurring]
If you don't mind me saying,

you're much too fine a lady
to be sitting here alone.

Um, if,
if you don't mind me saying.

Thank you.

You know, we have a tradition

here at O'Shaughnessy's.

Every new patron
must challenge the pub champion

to a game of darts.

And who might that be?

[laughs] Why that? That'd be me!

Sorry, I don't play darts.

Well, that's not a problem.

You see, I'm a very,
very good teacher.

Oh, that's all right. I'll pass.

Who would like to see
the fair lass take me in a game?

-Hey?
-[all] Hey!

Well, there you are.
There you have it, love.

Here, now take this. Take this.

Now you pull back slightly
and then you, you lob it.

Easy, like you're, like you're,

like you're tossing pennies
down a well.

I hear you're looking
for Lorcan Barnes.

Now, don't look at me, no!
No, lass.

You gotta look at the board.

Look at the board.
Oh, and your feet.

You've got to spread your feet
shoulder-width apart.

Shoulder width and then move your left
foot back just a hair. That's it. Yes.

Well, he's not going to be showing himself
with the RUC all over, you know?

I didn't know they were.

Yeah. Now lean forward
just a bit.

Yeah, that's it. Yes.

Yeah, well, there's one
over at the, at the bar

near your friend.
There's more outside.

And there's others in the hotel.

That's grand. Oh, that's grand.

That's just... but, oh.

You're gripping too tight.

Light fingers. Light fingers.

Three o'clock, Corner of Dunbar
and York, with Linda.

But only if you lose your tail,
all right?

All right, now,
let's see what you've got.

Let's show us how you're doing.

Oh, that's grand!
Isn't she wonderful?

You're a natural, love.

[man] MacKenzie's
coming out with Nevins.

What are they up to?

I've lost visual.
Do you have them, Unit Three?

[man]
Negative. I've got nothing.

Come on. Come on.

I've lost them.

They're on the bus.

[man] All right. Will follow.

[tires screeching]

Dunbar and York.

[children chattering]

Wait here, will you?

You sure this is it, sir?

Well, according
to Major MacKenzie.

Of course,
she has been wrong before.

It's unlocked.

Wait!

What's wrong?

I was hoping for someplace
a little more public.

This doesn't feel right.

-Let's go.
-I can't, sir.

It's not open for debate,
Lieutenant. Let's go.

Sir, with all due respect, if you don't
want to stay, I understand.

But he's got my child.

I'll do whatever I have to
to find him.

All right. I'll go.

You stay out of sight.
I'll be back in a minute.

-[kid 1] Pass it on, pass it on.
-[kid 2] Come on.

[kids clamoring]

Commander.

Commander?

[screams]

[man] He awake?

-Indeed.
-Good.

So?

What's your name, soldier?

[Rabb] I'm not a soldier.
I'm Navy.

Pardon me. Sailor, then.

Either way, I'd still
like to know your name.

[Rabb] Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb. What's yours?

And what are you doing
in Ireland,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb?

[Rabb]
Where's Lieutenant Nevins?

I'll be asking the questions
here, sailor.

[Rabb] I need to know if Lieutenant Nevins
is all right.

No need to worry.

Just wanted to hear
your story first.

Contrast and compare,
so to speak.

Why are the Americans
working with the RUC?

[Rabb] We're not exactly
working with them.

Really?

Really?

Well, they don't give out
these security badges

to just anyone, now, do they?

[Rabb] It's a private matter.

I'm listening.

[Rabb] Where's Barnes?

Not your concern.

[Rabb]
I have to talk with Barnes.

Or am I talking with him
already?

Just answer the question.

[Rabb] We're helping Lieutenant Nevins
find her son.

-What?
-[Rabb] Her baby was abducted

from Holy Loch three nights ago.

What do, what do you mean
abducted?

-[Rabb] Kidnapped.
-By who?

[Rabb]
I don't know. You tell me.

No, you bloody sod! You tell me!

[cocking gun]

You tell me! Where is he?

I don't know.
We thought you took him.

Bastards!

Hello, Linda.

Lorcan.

[Rabb]
Are you all right, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

I want to hear it
from your own lips.

What happened to you?
Why are you doing this?

You told this to Yank I kidnapped my own
child, did you?

What did you expect me to do? You took him
without leaving me any way to contact you.

Turned even you against me,
have they, Linda?

You mean you didn't take Jimmy?

Why would you think
such a thing?

How safe would he be here
in Belfast?

The poem.

The poem that you wrote to me
when you decided

you'd rather fight for the cause
than marry me!

What about it?

It was left in Jimmy's crib.

[whispers] Oh...

Who else could have known
about the poem?

Hutchenson.

The Inspector? How?

I got word my mother was sick,
supposed to be dying.

Turned out to be a ruse.
They grabbed me on the way in.

What does that have to do
with Jimmy?

They had me in the keep
for six days.

Used every trick they could to break me.
I'll spare you the details.

Suffice it to say,
it was working.

Until I started to repeat
that poem to myself.

Reminded me of you.

And of Ireland.

I didn't realize till now I must have been
saying it out loud.

Now that bastard's used it
against me.

Why didn't you come back? You could have
left all this behind.

Now you've dragged our son
into it!

I was too hot
after they sprang me.

I thought it best to stay away.

The enemy will use anything
they can, as you can see.

Let us go.

I'll contact
our State Department.

The American government
won't stand by

and allow one of its citizens
to be held illegally.

What do you think
they're going to say?

"Crivens, you caught us.
Here's the kid?"

They don't admit to their own treachery.
They won't admit to this.

Jimmy's as good as dead
if it comes to that.

[Rabb] Then you have to give them what
they want.

You have to turn yourself in.

Oh, have I?

Jimmy will turn up in a park
somewhere

or be recovered in some raid.

[Barnes]
You know what will happen

if they get me back
in the keep again?

Every man in my unit
will end up dead or in prison.

I'll be better off
committing suicide.

No!

Then we play dumb until we have proof they
have him.

Tanks are rolling down Westlink.
They're heading this way.

[cocking guns]

[beeping]

Go! Go! Go! Go!

They're on the move.
Heading southeast.

[barking]

[Raferty]
They're passing the tenement.

They've got a fix on us!
He's wired!

-We searched him.
-He could have swallowed it.

-Wait a minute.
-Shut up!

[Barnes] Hold on. Hold on.

I didn't know.

Let's hope you didn't.

They're moving again.
Turn east down Millfield.

[siren wailing]

[beeping]

Closing in. Fifty yards.

-Come on! Come on!
-Wait for it! Wait for it!

Why are we stopping?

[barking]

Bloody hell.

-Wait for it.
-[Raferty] Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Almost got us killed there,
sailor.

It was unintentional,
believe me.

We're not in the habit
of believing anybody.

I say we kill him now
and get on with it.

[Rabb] Right now
we share the same goal.

You know nothing of our goals.

That'll be, Seamus.

[Rabb]
I'm talking about your son.

He's a liability.

I said that'll be!

So, any new ideas, sailor?

We need to get Jimmy back
ourselves.

Oh, that's bloody brilliant.

And how do you
expect to do that?

Hey, as bad as it is
between you,

the British would never approve

the kidnapping
of an American citizen.

The majority of the RUC
are probably working

under the assumption
you stole the baby.

I still don't see
how that helps us.

It means this is limited
to a handful of people.

Your son is probably
not that heavily guarded.

Would you mind telling us
how we find him?

We bluff.

Everyone arrested lived in the
neighborhood. No direct lines to IRA
strands.

-Anything on the Yank?
-No. But if they kill him,

we have one hell
of a public relations bomb.

Well, see it doesn't blow up
in our face.

Any word on Lieutenant Commander Rabb or
Lieutenant Nevins?

If you'll excuse me, Major,
I'll get to you when I can.

[door closing]

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

You could be waiting awhile. Thought you
might enjoy a cup of tea.

No, thanks,
I'm a coffee drinker.

You really should try this blend. It's
quite Irish.

Well, in that case, thank you.

My pleasure.

I thought I had explained it to your
Lieutenant Commander rather clearly.

We're dealing with terrorists.
You don't negotiate.

Had he listened to me,
he wouldn't be missing.

What makes you think
he tried to negotiate?

Oh, come on, Major.

Let's not play games.

What game is that, Inspector?

Withholding information?

What exactly
would you like to know?

Are Commander Rabb and Lieutenant Nevins
still alive?

I honestly don't know.

But the chances are they won't be before
the IRA's finished.

You sound pretty sure.

The IRA kills.

It's their mission.
And they're damn good at it.

That's a rather parochial approach, don't
you think?

How should I approach it, Major?

The IRA murder indiscriminately.

Women, children, no matter.

The six counties are filled
with thousands of people

who have seen their loved ones
butchered by these animals.

Including you?

Perhaps
it's clouding your judgment.

You'll see soon enough
how clear my judgment is.

Now, if there's nothing else.

Actually, there is.

Lieutenant Nevin's son
had a checkup

two days
before he was kidnapped.

He had something
that looked like a bug bite,

so the base doctor
did a routine blood test.

It came back positive
for Lyme disease.

And how do you know that?

I checked in with the base.

If the baby's not treated immediately, he
could die.

Well, we're doing everything
we possibly can.

I can't promise you any more
than that.

But, please, stay in your hotel.

I don't need
any more complications.

If you'll call me
as soon as you know anything?

On my honor.

[birds chirping]

Do you ever think about us?

Only all the time.

And you haven't... reconsidered?

Look, Linda, it's not a decision
I took lightly.

And I can't say it hasn't come
without regrets. But...

there are some things in life that are
more important than happiness.

If I didn't know you better,

I'd say you weren't sure.

I couldn't get out now,

not even if I wanted to.

[door opens]

They went for it. A blood sample was sent
in for a Lyme disease test.

We've got an address
and a phone number!

Looks like we're
in business, sailor.

How long will it take us
to get there?

-Forty minutes. -All right, come on, let's
get moving.

Looks like I'll be saying
goodbye again, Linda.

Can't say I cared for it much
the first time.

Kevin here will take you
directly to the US Consulate.

No, I'm going with you.

I'm afraid I can't have that.

-You're taking him.
-He's insurance.

I don't look at you in the same way. Look,
no offense.

He's my son, too, Lorcan.

Aye.

And he'll need a parent left
to raise him.

God be with you, my love.

I'll get him back, Lieutenant.

Get them both back, sir.

[man] I apologize if there was
a mistake, Doctor.

But I tested the sample myself.

I can assure you
it was negative.

Thank you.

Shut it down.

We need to cut our losses.
Destroy all evidence.

Sir?

She conned us. They're onto it.

You do know what I mean
by "destroy all evidence"?

Sad to say I do.

[door opens]

[door closes]

You've got quite a network
in place here.

The mother of necessity and all.

Is all of it?

Necessary? The violence?

Only legitimate targets.

Still, there are
always alternatives to killing.

Well, you can afford
such civility, can't you?

You have your liberty.

Spilled a fair share of British blood for
it, too, if I recall.

-It was a different time, different place.
-Different war?

And what the hell
do you think this is?

Something's wrong. Our man's gone. I think
they're moving on her.

[beeping]

Mac, these are with us! Get in!

[Barnes] Go! Go! Go! Go!

It's blown.
We have to lose the kid.

Well, how?

I think you know.

No. I can't.

No way.

Come on.

You can't tell me you didn't know it could
come to this.

You do it.

Let's just leave him somewhere.

They'll never be able
to link him to us.

He's just a baby.

[tires screeching]

You'll need a third man.

Slow down, sailor.
I don't trust you that much.

You need someone to cover the back. You
can't go in the front alone.

-I've done it before. -Not with your child
in the room.

You can't just go in spraying.

Miles, you're with me.

Think you can manage driving?

Pull it around to the front and have it
ready. We could be coming out fast.

[people chattering]

Done.

[Rabb] There they are.

Damn.

Graham.

-[MacKenzie] Does he have the baby? -I
don't know.

-Harm!
-[tires screeching]

[gun firing]

Seamus!

[Rabb] Let's get the hell
out of here. Back of the van!

[Rabb] We just want the baby!

He's no good to you anymore!
It's too late.

Just walk away
and no one'll get hurt.

You'll never get him.

-We're unarmed.
-Fake it.

One, two, three, go.

Freeze!

[baby crying]

[Rabb] Don't do it!

I don't have a choice.

[gun firing]

There now. You're all right. Come here.
It's all right. You're safe. You're safe.

Your daddy has you.
No, your daddy has you.

Come on, now. Come on. Jimmy,
you're safe now. You're safe.

Come on. Come on.

[sirens wailing]

We best get going. I'll give you odds
that's Hutchenson.

Don't do it, Barnes. There's been enough
killing for today, don't you think?

Indeed there has. Go straight to your
Consulate. Don't trust anyone!

-Where are you going?
-Just get the boy to his mother.

Wait!
There has to be another way.

Tell Linda I love her.

Let's go.

Let's go.

There it is.

[siren wailing]

Just keep walking.

Run!

-[baby crying]
-Open the gate, Marine.

Stop right there, both of you.

Back away from the gate.

Jimmy.

Stand back, ma'am.

Don't let them in, son.
They're fugitives.

-Arrest them.
-Open the gate!

[Hutchenson] Hands on your head.
Get on the ground.

Shoot them if they step inside.

[cocking guns]

[man] Step inside.

[crying]

Oh, you're okay, thank God.
I got you back.

Is Lorcan okay?

I'm sorry.

[crying]

The Brits picked up Hutchenson in
Londonderry. Have him on a suicide watch.

They want to make sure
he gets to trial.

Do you think it'll help
or hurt keep peace?

You've got to make peace first.

[woman chattering on PA system]

"From time to time,

through wildest woe,

hope has shone, a far light.

Nor could love's
brightest summer glow...

...outshine that
solemn starlight."

[closing theme music playing]