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It's all right.

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

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb, Jr.

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.

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 some day to aid
Oh, can such hope be vain?

When my dear country shall be made
A nation once again

It's about forsaking love
for a higher cause, independence.

What does it 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 favourite
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.

- Enter.
- Sir?

Flowers for you, sir.

- Flowers?
- Yes, sir. Roses.

- Set them over there.
- Yes, sir.

Sir, if an insertion team
broke in and out

of a U.S. Military base, would...

What is it, Mr. Roberts?

A note came with them, sir.

I'll read it later.

Yes, sir.

My yeoman called in sick
and I borrowed Lieutenant Roberts.

You were saying, major?

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.

It explains why he likes the poem.

Name's Lorcan Barnes,
leader of an active Provo faction.

Brits call him The Ghost.

Sir?

There's a Miss Delany on line 2.

Says it's important.

You know, personal.

- I'll call her back.
- Yes, sir.

Sir, I assume the baby's mother
was a U.S. Naval officer.

- She is.
- And she married an IRA leader?

No, she stopped short of that.

Lieutenant Linda Nevins,
former naval attach� in London.

Transferred to Holy Loch, Scotland
after she had the baby.

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

Her father pulled a few strings.
Admiral Nevins, CINC-PAC.

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 on to Belfast.
Admiral Nevins wants our people on it.

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.

But I thought you said
this Barnes was a ghost.

Well, major, I guess
that makes you...

...ghostbusters.

Aye, sir.

Hi, Laura.

Imagine being involved
with an IRA terrorist?

Talk about being married
to a mob.

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

It just sort of happens.

You know, major, I never had you
pegged for such a romantic.

Well, you still have to live
with the consequences.

Could you please give me
a smile, please?

- One smile.
- Like her?

- Exactly.
- Yeah.

Exactly 24 million consequences.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb
and Major MacKenzie?

- That's right.
- Welcome to the U.K.

Jonathan Graham, R.U.C.
I'm to accompany you to Belfast.

- Is there a problem?
- Just a precaution.

The IRA have operatives everywhere.

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

We may be safer travelling alone.

Perhaps.

But they did steal one of your children.
Who knows what they're up to?

And lose the uniforms.
No point in making yourselves a target.

Please excuse the added security.
Provo activity has been up.

You managed to get a bead
on Barnes yet?

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

You think he'll hurt the child?

I've long since stopped
trying to figure the buggers out,

but they have the disposition for it.
That's for sure.

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

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

Oh, we know he had friends.
He had a bloody network of friends.

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,
U.S. 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 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?

- Doesn't wanna 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 wanna 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 gonna let
that happen.

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 honour 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?
- 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.

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 Yasir Arafat.

Well, so, where do I start?

Well, you're gonna 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 candour,

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.

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.

Watch it, there. Get off the yard.

Now, why would Barnes risk
being spotted outside

R.U.C. 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.

He doesn't have to win it.

She's still in love with him.

Commander?

I thought we agreed
you'd stay in the hotel.

- Moore.
- Excuse me?

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

He gave Lorcan a job as a kid when...
In a boxing club

- to keep him out of trouble.
- Where'd Lorcan grow up?

Somewhere near Newry.

Go to the guts, lad.

That head's a post.

We're looking for Jack Moore.

Come on.

Come on, you gotta risk a stinging
if you want a bite of honey.

- Jack Moore?
- Who's asking?

- U.S. Navy.
- Are you now?

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.
Real scrapper.

Can't say I know a Lorcan.

He said you were
like an uncle to him.

Perhaps you're looking
for another Jack Moore?

Perhaps you can tell him
we just wanna talk to Barnes?

Keep your head up.

He'll tag you from underneath.

Barnes and this lady share
a child together,

a child that could be in danger.

Wish I could help you, lass.

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

Well, if you remember anything,
we're at the Windsor Inn in Belfast.

How many times
must I tell you to duck?

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.

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

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

Thanks. Keep that in mind.

My pleasure.

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.
- Know anyone who is?

Well, can't help you there, sunshine.

If you don't mind me saying,

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

- 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?

Why, that'd be me.

- Sorry, I don't play darts.
- Well, that's not a problem.

- See, I'm a very, very good teacher.
- That's all right. I'll pass.

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

Hey, hey.

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

Here, now take this. Take this.

Now, you pull back slightly
and then you lob it easy, 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 wanna look at the board.

Look at the... Your feet.

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

Shoulder-width and then move
your left foot back just a hair.

That's it, yes.

He's not gonna show himself
because of the R.U.C. All around you.

- I didn't know they were.
- Yeah.

Now lean forward just a bit.
That's it, yes.

Yeah, well, there's one over
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...

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.

That's grand. Isn't she wonderful?

Hey, you're a natural, love.

MacKenzie's coming out with Nevins.

What are they up to?

I've lost visual.
You have them, Unit 3?

Negative. I've got nothing.

Come on, come on.

I've lost them.

- They're on the bus.
- All right, we will follow.

Dunbar and York.

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 wanna 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.

Commander?

Commander?

- He awake?
- Indeed.

Good.

So?

- What's your name, soldier?
- I'm not a soldier. I'm Navy.

Pardon me.

Sailor, then.

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

Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb.
What's yours?

And what are you doing in Ireland,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb?

Where's Lieutenant Nevins?

I'll be asking
the questions here, sailor.

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 R.U. C?

They're not exactly working
with them.

Really?

Well, they don't give out
these security badges to just anyone,

- now, do they?
- It's a private matter.

I'm listening.

- Where's Barnes?
- Not your concern.

I have to talk with Barnes.

Or am I talking with him already?

Just answer the question.

We're helping Lieutenant Nevins
find her son.

What?

Her baby was abducted
from Holy Loch three nights ago.

- What do you mean abducted?
- Kidnapped.

- By who?
- I don't know. You tell me.

No, you bloody sod, you tell me.

- You tell me.
- Where is he?

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

Bastards!

Hello, Linda.

Lorcan.

Are you all right, lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

I wanna hear it from your own lips.

What happened to you?
Why are you doing this?

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

What did you expect me to do?

You took him without leaving a 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.

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 realise 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 gonna 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.

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.

You know what would 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.

Go, go, go.

They're on the move.
Heading southeast.

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.

Hold on, hold on.

- I didn't know.
- Let's hope you didn't.

They're moving again.

Turn east, down Millfield.

Closing in, 50 yards.

Come on.

- Come on, come on.
- Wait for it.

- Wait.
- Why are we stopping?

Bloody hell.

Wait for it. 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.

Right now, we share the same goal.

- You know nothing of our goals.
- That'll be, Seamus.

- 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 R.U.C.
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 neighbourhood.

- No direct lines to IRA strands.
- Anything on the Yank?

No, but if they kill him, we've 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?

Will you excuse me, major,
I'll get to you when I can.

You could be waiting a while.

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 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 judgement.

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

Now, if there's nothing else...

Actually, there is.

Lieutenant Nevins' 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 honour.

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
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.

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

We've got an address
off 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 U.S. 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.
No offence.

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.

I apologise
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.

You 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 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.

Mac, he's with us. Get in.

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.

You need a third man.

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

You need 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.

Done.

There they are.

Damn.

Graham.

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

Harm.

Seamus.

Get the hell out of here.
Back of the van.

We just want the baby.

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

Just walk away
and no one will get hurt.

- You'll never get him.
- We're unarmed.

Fake it.

One, two, three, go.

Freeze.

- Don't do it.
- I don't have a choice.

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.

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.

There it is.

Just keep walking.

Run.

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.

Hands on your head.
Down on the ground.

Shoot them if they step inside.

Step inside.

Thank God you're okay. Thank God
he got you back. He got you back.

Is Lorcan okay?

I'm sorry.

The Brits picked up Hutchenson
in Londonderry.

Have him on a suicide watch.

Well, they wanna make sure
he gets to trial.

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

You gotta make peace first.

From time to time,
through wildest woe

Hope has shone, a far light

Nor could love's
brightest summer glow

Outshine that solemn starlight