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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]