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His name is Conor Devlin.

I killed his son,
and now he wants to hurt us

the same way that we hurt him.

By the time I'm finished,

I'll have taken
everyone you love.

This is Maisie, my sister.

She's alive, and that
means she has a chance.

But it also means he has
plans for her, Ryan.

You'll have to pay in blood.

Ahh!

He's still breathing.
Fight.

We've applied for extradition.

The man killed my sister, and you want
to put him on a plane back to Ireland?

What I want is Conor Devlin
in a concrete box.

If it's here, or at the bottom of
the Atlantic, that's just as well.

Your extradition to
Ireland has been approved.

VFA 2-0-6
on descent into Dublin.

I'm gonna get an ETA
from the pilot.

We've been on this plane
for five hours.

And you're the only one

who hasn't looked me in the eye.

Ryan Booth.

As soon as we land,
an armed convoy

will be waiting to take you
to an Irish prison.

You tell us
where Maisie Doyle is,

we'll tell them you cooperated.

It was you who killed my son,
wasn't it?

It was me.

I don't think so.

You're right.
It was me.

And I'd do it again.

It was each one of us.

Easy for you to say,
Miss Parrish.

You haven't lost anyone.

Yet.

You think you're the first
animal I'm up against?

I've been hunted, imprisoned,

chased to the end of the world.

I'm still here.

So am I, love.

So am I.

Hey.

Oh, I'm better. Thanks.

Good. So, we've interrogated
every dockworker,

we've searched every ship
that left New York City

the night Maisie disappeared,
and she's gone.

They probably offloaded
the girls onto smaller ships

to evade detection.

Still looking?
No, she's gone.

She's probably
already in Ireland.

What the hell?

Shelby!

Okay. We're losing
cabin pressure.

Ryan.

Get Devlin.

That's good, Shelby.
Deep breaths.

You can ditch your mask.
We're low enough to breathe.

Bad news is we're about
two minutes from crashing.

We got to bail now!
Let's go!

Alex was gonna question Devlin
again on the flight over.

Maybe she got something. Let's
just wait till she checks in.

No, no. I'm done waiting.
I'm done following leads.

I'm going to Ireland
to find my sister.

- Harry.
- Owen!

What?

Hey! Shelby.
You okay?

Yeah. You?

I think so.

Okay. Uh...

Oh, no.

Ryan. Ryan?

Hey.

Am I dead?

No. You're in Ireland.

Oh, babe. Thank God.

Any of you seen McQuigg?

The last I saw, he was headed
to the other side of the lake.

Wind must've caught him.

We should call the Irish authorities,
tell them what happened.

- No. Don't.
- Why not?

The best thing we have
going for us right now

is that Conor Devlin
thinks we're dead.

She's right.

This whole county is
Devlin-controlled territory.

You saw the cop on the plane.
He's got people everywhere.

He's right.
No one knows we're coming.

We're ghosts.
Let's keep it that way.

That can't be good.

This thing hasn't run
since Beatlemania.

Oh, ye of little faith.

Shipping and Receiving.

Jolly Roger, 82741.
I need a relay.

- This isn't a secure line.
- I need a relay now.

You need a secure line.
Discard your mobile now,

dry clean, and find
a public landline.

Wa--

We need to find a payphone.

Ha! German engineering.

Come on. Let's go.

Shipping and Receiving.

Jolly Roger, 82741.

As the crow flies?

Alfa bravo papa 364.

Special Agent Parrish,
you're free to speak.

All right. I need an urgent
relay to the New York office.

Special Agent Harry Doyle.

They're alive.

They're alive.

Alex called. They parachuted
out of the plane.

Ohh.

They're fine. They got
separated from McQuigg.

Look, my flight leaves
in an hour, so...

I'll go with you.

Ireland.

What's going on, there, boy-o?

Looks like you're in
a spot of trouble.

I'm American. FBI.

And I'm Batman.

D'ja have a smooth flight?

Bit of turbulence.
Nothing unexpected.

Radio says you went down

in a fiery crash over
the Wicklow Mountains.

Congratulations, brother.
You're dead.

It's good to see you.

It's good to be home.

Something wrong, boy?

Just good to see you, Conor.
That's all.

Little Bobby's never seen a man

resurrected from
the dead before, is all.

He doesn't know the things that
my big brother is capable of.

I've been 10 years gone.
Might need a little reminding.

Come on, then.

You the man in charge?

I'm Chief O'Kealy.

My name's Mike McQuigg.
Special Agent with the FBI.

I know who you say you are, son.

You want us to believe
Conor Devlin hijacked

an American military plane
with four FBI agents aboard?

Yeah, he had some help.

Ah. Either that
or he's a sorcerer.

Now...
let's try it again, eh?

Try again?

You should be out there
hunting Conor Devlin.

The man murdered my sister.

Ah. So you got
an ax to grind.

What the hell are you
talking about?

Sounds to me like you've got a
good reason to kill Conor Devlin.

Maybe you sabotaged that plane,
Special Agent Mike McQuigg.

You've got to be kidding me.

Is there anyone in Ireland
who can verify your tale?

Or did you kill them, too?

That's good.

Fiona Quinn. MI-5.

You call her, she'll
straighten this out.

We followed protocol.
Why didn't McQuigg?

Owen said to rendezvous here,
so that's what we're gonna do.

Nice digs.

Hey. Thank God.

Harry, I have never been more
glad to see those ears.

Hey. Ohh. Ohh.
Easy. Easy.

The doctor okayed your release?

Of course he doesn't.

Okay. We've got no jurisdiction,
no backup plan.

No one even knows we're here.
If something happens...

There's no safety net.

Is everyone okay with that?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Okay, then.

Let's get started.

Don't touch her!

You're a pretty one, huh?

- Please, let me go!
- Get off of her!

The hell are you doing?

If you ever touch
the merchandise again,

I'll kill you.

I see you haven't
lost your touch.

Get them back in their stalls.

You looking for something?

Just getting
the lay of the land.

And how does it look?

Different from when I left.

I supposed crates
of drugs and guns

were a little less mouthy.

But that cargo don't get you
a million per unit.

We got by all right.

On what I built.
On what our Da' built.

We didn't need
this sordid business.

Sordid business.

Is that why you were
willing to sacrifice

our New York operation
for your freedom?

I did what I had to.

So did I.

Which is why, a week from now,

you'll be in a beautiful
Spanish villa in Marbella

enjoying your retirement.

Got it all arranged.

Have you, now?

Putting me out
to pasture, brother?

Like some sick mule?

My place is here.

At the head of this family.

And how is that
gonna work, Conor?

You died in that plane,
remember?

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Come on.
You know what to do.

What's this?

You have a visitor.

Justice is a fickle
mistress, isn't she?

Son of a bitch.

You're not wrong.

She was a bit of a bitch, me ma.

But me pa, he was the scary one.

Owned boxing clubs.

He used to say there are
two types of boxers.

Brawlers and stallers.

Brawlers, they're aggressive.

Play dirty.
Put on a good show.

But then there's stallers.

They're destined to lose, but
damn if they don't draw it out.

That's you people.

You just don't know
when to stay down.

Now...

tell me where the rest
of your team is.

They're dead.

That's a shame.

Enough!

I can't let you kill him.

Says who?

Your brother.

Oh, God. Mike!

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Or eye, I guess I should say.

Who did this to you?

Take a guess.

This is my fault.

The extradition. We played
right into Devlin's hands.

You were right.

Is the rest of the team --
Are they okay?

Please tell me they're okay.

They jumped same as me.
But I don't know.

I'll reach out to Owen.
Find out what I can.

And I'll do whatever it takes to
get you out of here. I promise.

- Okay?
- Thank you.

I hope you're prepared
to explain yourself

to the U.S. Ambassador.

This man belongs in a hospital,
not in a jail cell!

Conor's little brother runs the
family business over here, right?

Maybe the key to finding Maisie
lies with Eamon.

Guys.

I'm so glad you're all safe.

Owen.

I thought we were
supposed to be ghosts.

Not anymore. We should assume
Conor knows you're alive.

Why?

McQuigg is alive.

And Conor knows it.
He's in custody.

A local police chief
on the Devlin payroll.

It gets worse.

McQuigg was badly beaten.

By Conor Devlin himself.

Oh, my God.

I had him moved to a
local hospital, but --

Well, if Devlin can
find him in a prison cell,

he can definitely find him
in a hospital.

We need to get McQuigg
out of there now.

Excuse me. Alex.

We need to save Maisie.

We need to do both.

Okay. Fiona, can you just
tell us everything you know

about Eamon Devlin, please?

To understand Eamon Devlin,

first you have to understand
Sheriff Street.

Okay. Who's that?

Not a who.
It's a place.

Conor and Eamon grew up there.

Their father built
the business there.

The Devlins run the docks,

they run the bars,
they run the clubs.

And when Conor
went off to America,

Eamon fancied himself
the mayor of Sheriff Street.

All right, boys.

Want to make a little bit
of extra cash?

Got a little job for you,
working security.

Harry, that's
Eamon's lieutenant.

The one they call Little Bobby.
Follow him.

Are you seeing this?

Well, that looks like
a dead drop.

Owen, that's Titus Walker.

He owns half the television
channels in Europe.

What does he have
to do with this?

- You again.
- Me again.

Patient's not seeing
any visitors.

Well, I'm not here to see him.
I'm here to take him.

Orders from your commissioner,

transferring care to
St Olan's in Dublin.

I didn't hear nothing
about this.

You?

Well, it's spelled out
right there.

I can help you
with the big words.

I'm calling O'Kealy.

Stay here.
Keep her out.

Jumping out a plane,

getting thrown in jail,

nearly beat to death.

Small price to pay to see you
in that nurse's outfit.

Ow. What are you doing?

Getting you out of here.
Just go with it.

Doctor!

He's coding.

Get these off him now!

I can't do that.

Do you want me
to get electrocuted?

Then uncuff him.

Sell it, bro.

Clear!

He's not responding!

Get O.R. three prepped.
Cardiomyoplasty.

Possible atrial fibrillation.
Let's move.

Get out of my way.
Go, go, go, go, go!

Driver.
Unlock this door now.

Let me out!

Who are you people?

What the hell is this?

This is where you...

open the envelope.

What envelope?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I don't like liars.

We saw the dead drop
in the library.

It's print-protected.
Open it.

Open it!

Do it, or we'll take your
thumb and do it ourselves.

What is this? Hm?

I'm only gonna ask you
one more time!

It's a catalogue.

For what?

For the auction.

This auction.
It's today?

At the old power station,
down on the docks.

- How do we get in?
- You can't.

It's like that tablet,
verified by thumbprint.

And after someone, uh...

buys my sister...

then what happens?

Whatever they want.

Hm.

Please. Don't kill me.
I can get you money.

As much as you need.

There's only one thing
that I need.

Where have you been?

That's no way to greet a man

that's hard at work
trying to make us whole.

Make us whole?

Burning our New York operation,
taking down a jetliner.

Your extradition,
this vendetta...

doesn't come cheap.

Well, it isn't done yet.
They're alive.

Who's alive?

The people who killed my boy.

They're somewhere in Dublin.

I'm taking men, I'm taking guns,
and I'm hunting them down.

You and you, with me.

I don't think you
understand, brother.

We're set to bring in
10 million. At least.

We're done losing money
trying to avenge your son.

What are you gonna do?

Kill me?

'Course not.

I could never
kill my own brother.

Okay.

The auction is highly secretive
and completely anonymous.

Eamon's clients
value his discretion.

So we can use that
to our advantage.

Harry and I will
go through the front.

Alex, McQuigg, and Fiona,

you go in between the
cooling towers -- here.

Shelby, Jocelyn, and I

will run operational support
from the van.

Primary objective is saving
Maisie and the girls...

Yeah. But if we can get Conor
and Eamon, too, all the better.

Auction's supposed to start
at 5:00. Last about an hour.

That's a tight time frame
to surveil and raid.

I should loop in MI-5 as backup.

No. We can't rely
on outside help.

It would just be a small group.
Agents I know and trust.

Over and over again, the Devlins
have proven how long their reach is.

Just because you trust MI-5
doesn't mean I do.

We need all the firepower
we can get.

I trust Fiona's judgement.

If she's good with them,
then so am I.

Loop them in.

I heard our jailbird escaped.

Sounds like he had some help.

That's right.

And after I earned their trust,

they took me back
to their safehouse.

The whole team's there?

We could take a few men,
finish it right now.

Not yet.

I got a new plan
for our FBI friends.

Something I can help with?

You've done enough.

You saved my brother and I
from the streets.

You gave us a life.

I could never do enough.

I'm just glad someone around
here remembers their history.

Please check in.

So, do you have eyes
on every point of entry?

Excuse me?

I'm walking a man worth
11 billion into there.

I need to know he's safe.

Believe me. Every contingency
has been planned for.

Right this way, sir.

Mouths shut.

Time to go.

Remember.
Smile for the clients.

If you don't snag a bidder,
you get something much worse.

Come on. Go.

- Owen, we're in.
- Copy.

According to the catalogue,

each buyer has two minutes
with every girl.

Chance to see what
they're bidding on.

Buyers place their bids
electronically,

completely anonymously.

Inevitably driving up the price.

We're already at 8 million.

In less than 45 minutes.

Do you still think this
is a, uh, sordid business?

I'll admit it, little brother.

I'm impressed.

Maybe I was wrong.

About what?

About who should be
running the family business.

Don't even think
about touching me.

Maisie, it's me.

I knew you'd come for me!

We don't have much time.

We're gonna get you
out of here, okay?

Not just me. You have to
save all the girls.

- Promise me.
- Yeah, of course. Promise.

Now, listen.
The room where they're

keeping you and the girls,
what does it look like?

It was a-a very large room.
Lots of shelves.

Uh, there was a catwalk
above us.

What was on the shelves?

Like, uh, parts and stuff.

Owen, are you getting this?

It's the tool room.
That has to be it.

Okay. Another 100 feet
and make a left.

It's on the other side

of the double-wide set
of utility doors.

Roger that.

MI-5 backup standing by?
All right.

Tell them to post on the
west side of the building.

We'll exfil the girls there.

Calling it in.

Okay. We haven't
got much time.

Listen to me. They're gonna come
back in here in a few moments.

They're gonna take you away. We're
gonna have to let them do that.

No. No, no, no.
But listen. I'll be right with you.

Every single step of the way.

- What is it?
- Put this inside your ear.

Now you can hear me. Yeah?
I can hear you.

Now you just tell us when and
where they're moving you, okay?

Okay.

I won't let anything else
happen to you. I promise.

Time's up.

They're taking
us back to the tool room now.

Who are you talking to?

Rachel, it's almost over.

Shut it!
No more talkin'!

Hey. You're gonna be okay.

We're getting you out of here.

Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.

Seems like you got
a little problem, brother.

Security to the
holding room. Now!

Right, boss.

Keep back!

Get back! Now!

Get back!

Fiona, where's our backup?

Fiona?!

This was a trap!

I want every gun we have
in the tool room right now!

Do not let those girls
leave this building!

- We're on it.
- We go through that door,

we get lit up before
we can reach the van.

Owen.
We're cornered here.

We got 'em!
Move in! Move in!

Exit now.

All right.
We're good to go. Come on.

Come on, ladies.

McQuigg, take the girls
to the van.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna go after Fiona.

Come this way. Come this way. Mind your
heads. Mind your heads. In the van.

Please.
In the back of the van.

- That's it.
- Harry!

Ohh!

Get in the van. Come on.
Go, go, go.

Where are we going?

You're safe now, Maisie.

I'm gonna get you
back to Mom and Dad.

Well, they've got the girls.

I told you those agents
were still a problem.

Let's get out of here.

What are you doing?
Let's go!

Just saying a prayer.

What are you talking about?

For my dear, departed brother.

Murdered at the hands
of the FBI.

Don't even think about moving.

Get out of here, Conor!

Go!

Fiona!

She just helped Conor escape.

This whole time?

You were working for
Devlin this whole time?

Are you willing to die for him?

I was dead when he found me.

Hey.

Officers found Eamon dead
in the control room.

Now, it wasn't our kill.

So then who did it?

The one who stands to
inherit the kingdom.

Conor.

He wanted us to
raid that auction.

He needed the cover
to kill his brother.

The son of a bitch got away.
Again.

We can't leave Ireland
till we find him.

We won't.

Right.
We'll need a place to stay.

Mm.

I think I know somewhere
we can crash.

This is where
Titus Walker lives?

Yeah. I don't think he'll be
needing it for a while. Do you?

Come on. I want dibs
on the best room.

- No, no, no.
- Hey!

You -- Wait! Shelby!

Hey.

Hey. You coming?

I can't believe I didn't see it.

I didn't see Fiona
for who she really was.

Mike.

No.

I got to be honest with myself.
I almost got us all killed.

I trusted her.
I backed her play.

We all trusted her.

Hey. Look.

We're stronger together
than we are apart.

Well, we should
probably head inside.

Hey.

There weren't, uh,
any blankets in my room.

It's pretty cold, so...

That so?

Yeah. I thought you
might have an extra.

Nope. Just the one.

That presents a problem.

Not for me.

No?

- Oh, yeah. You...
- Hm.

- I can't. I can't. I can't.
- You can't what?

- I can't.
- You can't what?

I can't get involved with
someone I work with...

Please, sir.

W-Why are you doing this?

Because you are very
valuable to me, Andrea.

When's this gonna end?

It will end when I have
the man who killed my son.

Ryan Booth.