All language subtitles for Hunter S06E02 - Shillelagh

Tonight on "Hunter."

What the hell we've got here
is an assassination attempt.

You'll have only a few
seconds to shoot him.

Sean Delaney is not just
in the peace movement.

He is the peace movement.

Stop!

Police!

You're going to have
to cancel your rally.

I will not do that.

Why won't you reconsider?

He knows who we are.

We go as planned.

No!

Devane.

Oh, hi.

Perfect timing.

Yeah, I was just about to leave.

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no...

No trouble at all, really.

Uh-huh.

I love you, too.

OK, I'll see you in a bit.

Bye.

Third date this
week, huh, Charlie?

Look, it's not actually a date.

I'm just going to meet
Maureen's brother.

Oh, the flowers
are for him, then?

Oh, that's cute, Hunter.

Really, that's cute.

Going to meet her brother...

Relatives showing up.

I think this sounds
very serious.

Yeah.

Have you two had your fun?

I'd like to go.

His plane arrives in
less than an hour.

Oh, where's he flying
in from, Charlie?

From Ireland.

Actually, Maureen and Sean
are from Northern Ireland...

Londonderry.

Oh.

Sean... Sean Delaney.

This is the guy that's in
the peace movement, right?

McCall, Sean Delaney is not
just in the peace movement.

He is the peace movement.

The man's become a legend
in Northern Ireland.

Now, well, wait just
a second, Charlie.

He may be a legend
in Northern Ireland.

But he's also
Maureen's big brother.

Younger brother, smart guy.

And you want to look your best.

Yeah.

So...

Can I go now?

Yes.

I don't think
that I have seen him

that happy in a very long time.

Yep.

Nice.

I'm happy for him.

Aren't you?

Yes, I am.

I'm also jealous.

I'd like to have a
relationship, too, you know.

Oh, but wait a minute.

You and I do have
a relationship.

Yeah, well, yeah.

But it's just not like that one.

No, it's not...

No.

You don't send me
flowers and stuff.

You got that right.

Get over there.

That's his flight. let's go.

Flight 205 arriving at gate 43.

Relax.

Maureen, relax.

It's been so long.

Suppose he doesn't recognize me.

How do I look?

You look beautiful.

Thanks, Charlie.

Oh, there he is.

Sean!

Sean, what do you hope to
accomplish on your first visit

to the United States?

What are you going
to say at the rally?

I'll have a statement
for you later.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Oh, I can't believe you're here.

It's been too
long... much too long.

Well, this must be the
scoundrel that's been toying

with my sister's affections.

Oh, now... enough of that, Sean.

I'd like you to
meet Charlie Devane.

Welcome, Sean.

Your sister told
me a lot about you.

There hasn't been a single
letter from her lately that

hasn't had at least a
paragraph or two about you...

Small ones, mind you.

Sean, do you really think

anything you can say
here in Los Angeles

will change the situation
in Northern Ireland?

I'll try.
Now, if you'll excuse me.

Can one man alone
have any effect at all?

I am not alone.

I brought with me the voices of
the majority of my countrymen

who want an end to the senseless
killing in Northern Ireland.

Now, come to the rally
at the Ambassador

if you want to hear
what they have to say.

- Mr. Delaney, please...
- That's it!

That's it!
- Just one more...

I'd pay to have a
policeman in the family.

Oh, stop that, you.

I hope you're satisfied.

I am.

You're quite an artist.

Oh, my art is for my pleasure.

I crafted this
weapon for profit.

Now, if you'll excuse
me, I have work to do.

Of course.

Come on, let's go.

Don't you want to know
what this weapon's for?

I couldn't care less.

You don't believe
in anything, do you?

Kevin.

I believe in currency,
preferably US currency.

Now, go away.

People like you make me sick.

Where'd you find
this one, Milo...

In the gutters of Belfast?

Get him out of here
or I'll teach you

a lesson you'll never forget.

Kevin!

You bloody imbecile!

What have you done?

It doesn't matter.

He was scum.

It matters, you fool!

Half the constabulary
of Los Angeles

will be on us any minute.

Get to the money, and
let's get out of here.

It smells wonderful.

Ah, and it looks
wonderful, as well.

Well, a toast to my sister.

Oh.

Derry lost one of
its finest cooks,

and a fair to middling
school teacher,

when a lovely Maureen
came to America.

And though I was sad
to see her leave,

I can understand why
she's decided to stay.

Oh.

Sl inte.

Mm.

Let's eat.

I'm famished.

I'll just get the gravy.

You know, Sean, I feel
a little like a schoolboy

at his first prom.

Oh, that's sort of like
an American formal dance.

Ah.

Well, that's a feeling
I'd like to encourage.

No, seriously, um, you've

made a happy woman of Maureen,
which is quite a difference

since the last time I saw her.

You know about our
younger brother.

Oh, Patrick, yes.

He was killed by
the British army?

Yeah, fighting for the cause,
tragically on the wrong side.

Patrick felt that
force was the only way

to get the British out.

You've always believed in
a peaceful solution, then?

It's the only way.

You know, Maureen doesn't
talk about this very much.

I wonder, was it Patrick's death
that made her leave Northern

Ireland and come to America?

It broke her heart.

She couldn't abide it,
Northern Ireland, after that.

And, uh, it doesn't look like
she's going to return if I

understand the way of things.

Charlie, call for you.

It's the office.

Oh, no.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

Yeah.

So what do you think?

Well, I haven't tasted
the pot roast yet.

Sean.

I like him.

I'm so glad.

Listen, I...

Sorry, but I gotta go.
- Oh, no.

Business.

Ah, it's a grim sort of
work you do, Charlie Devane.

Well, it's a grim sort
of world sometimes, Sean.

Ah, that it is.

Listen, I'm really
sorry, but there's

nothing I can do about it.

Sean, it's been a
pleasure to meet you.

I'm sure I'm going
to see you again.

Good night, Charlie.

I'll see you out.

I like him.

He likes you.

And so do I.

I'll call you tomorrow.

McCall.

Hey, Charlie.

Sorry to cut into
your evening like this.

What is this guy...
Some kind of artist?

Yeah, it looks that way.

His name is Lars
Jensen... at least

that's what the passport says...

Swedish.

Three shots to the chest,
all at close range.

So what do you think
it was... a robbery?

No, I don't think so.

It doesn't look like
anything's been disturbed...

No sign of a struggle.

Captain?

May I?

OK, have the lab boys
keep me posted, yeah?

Yeah.

Yikes, what do we got here?

I have a feeling
our friend doesn't

make his living as an artist.

But then again, maybe he does.

What do you make of that?

Looks like a
standard trigger mechanism.

Right.

Now, he's got the lathe
loaded with those things.

He's making these out of them.

What do you think they are?

I've never seen
anything like that before.

Neither have I.
But I'll bet Russ

Hillary in the
Anti-Terrorist Division has.

Jensen was a master gunsmith.

He set up shop here before
the Summer Olympics in '84.

Interpol tipped us.

We shut him down and
shipped him home.

So you had no idea he was
back in the country, huh?

Well, there were some rumors.

But we couldn't locate him.

You know, according to this
report, Charlie, from Interpol,

he catered mostly
to political groups.

That was any group
that had the money.

So where does this all leave us?

That trigger mechanism

you couldn't identify belonged
to a .25 caliber Walther.

It looked like he
was going to modify

it into a high-powered rifle.

Well, Charlie,
what we've got here

is an assassination attempt.

Yeah, I think so.

Another rumor about Jensen...

Lately, he's been doing work
for the Irish Republican Army.

Please, Sean, listen to Charlie.

I already have.

But it doesn't change anything.

Charlie, when you do
what I do, death threats

are a way of life.

You learn to live with it.

But you don't have
a shred of evidence

that the death of
this man Jensen

has anything to do with me.

All right, I don't.

But just as a
precaution, I'd like

to assign a couple of officers
to keep an eye on you.

I can't do that.

And why not, may I ask?

You know as well as I the
peace movement is rooted

in a posture of strength.

I lead by example.

If I hide behind the police
because of some mere rumor,

how can I expect the people to
have the courage to follow me?

But Sean, for heaven's
sakes, couldn't you...

Out of the question.

Thanks, but no thanks, Charlie.

You're still as stubborn
as Doren's donkey.

Charlie, that's
one of the qualities

she's always loved about me.

Had a time finding the place.

So would anyone else.

You weren't followed?

I went roundabout for
nearly an hour, like you said,

before coming within
a mile of this heap.

You now realize that because...

Your drinks, gentlemen.

That because of
you, the police are

asking questions everywhere.

Are you cutting it off?

No.

We go as planned.

That bastard will
die on Saturday.

Hey, Hunter, come here.

Listen, what's the story
on this Jensen case?

Look, I'm waiting for some
very important information

to come in from Hillary.

In the meantime, we
don't have anything.

However, I think you
got to talk to Sean.

Try to impress upon
him how important it

is to have police protection.

He's not going to
accept protection.

He doesn't see any need for it.

And he's right, you know.

We have nothing definite.

Hunter, I got some good news.

- What's that?
- Danny McCann's back in town.

Uh, who's Danny McCann?

One of those American arm
chair freedom fighters...

Collects money... runs
errands for the cause.

That is something definite.

Also one of those guys if he had

to commit an act of violence
himself, he'd lose his lunch.

- Oh, my kind of guy.
- Pick him up.

Got it.

Come on.

I've never heard of this Jensen.

And Lieutenant Hillary seems

to think you're lying, Danny.

Oh, what does he know?

Hey, look, who is
this Jensen, anyway?

Well, he was a gunsmith.

Oh, what did he do... retire?

No.

One of your boys put three slugs
in his chest the other night.

Oh, you didn't know he was dead?

You sweating, Danny?

Hillary, will you tell this
guy I don't know anything?

Oh, but you do, Danny.

You recognize his phone number...

555-2354.

No.

Well, that's funny
because we found that number

in your address book.

Now, it took us about 10
minutes to put it together,

and we added one
number to each digit.

You know what we got...

Lars Jensen's
unlisted phone number.

Really?

I didn't kill him.

Of course you didn't
kill him, Danny.

You wouldn't have the guts.

But you referred
somebody to him.

That makes you an
accessory to murder.

Oh, you can't prove that.

Naw, I'm betting he can.

Now, would you like to spend

the rest of your stinking life
behind bars for the cause?

Milo... his name is Milo.

We got a problem.

It's not
enough to condemn the IRA,

nor is it enough to condemn
the Protestant extremists.

It's up to both sides
to come together

to put an end to the
horror and the bloodshed.

Each of us must ask ourselves
how far are we willing to go

to put a stop to the madness.

Well, Mr. Delaney, now that
you've braved the lion's den,

I hope you don't
find Her Majesty's

hospitality too distasteful.

I came here today, Sir
Thomas, to forge new ties,

not to strengthen
old differences.

And we appreciate it.

We know the solution to
the problem in Ulster

can only come through the
efforts of men like yourself.

Excuse me.

Charlie?

I've got to talk
to your brother.

Sean?

The assassin's name is Milo.

He's no ordinary hitter.

He's a specialist.

We've linked him up with
a splinter group called

the Irish Freedom Brigade.

Three years ago,
those bloody killers

blew up one of our barracks
near the Falls Road.

14 of our men were killed.

Over 100 were injured.

I remember that tragedy.

The only description

we have is that composite sent
to us by British intelligence

in Belfast.

Well, what am
I supposed to do with it?

Well, you're going to
have to cancel your rally.

I will not do that.

Well, you have to.

There's a man out there
intends to kill you.

Will you speak to him?

Perhaps it would be wise to
at least reschedule the rally.

I will not be intimidated
by these people.

The peace movement hinges
on the full support

of the Irish American community.

With that in mind, sir,
would you cancel the rally?

No, I suppose not.

However, if you wish
to change your mind

and not appear with
me, I would understand.

I'm an old military man.

I've lived with threats.

If you're going to
speak on Saturday,

I think it would reflect rather
poorly upon both my government

and myself were I not to attend.

Charlie, do something.

Look, fellas, I know this is
all very noble and everything.

I cannot order you to
cancel your speech,

but I'm going to
protect while you're at

Maureen's, and at your rally.

And I don't want
any arguments, Sean.

All right.

For Maureen's sake.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Sergeant Hunter, LAPD.

Oh, what can I do for you?

I was told this is
the only newsstand

in LA that gets
the daily newspaper

from Northern Ireland.

Well, I carry about
100 copies every day.

And I don't
understand why people

bother to read that thing.

Everybody gets killed
all the time in it.

Yeah.

You ever sell a
newspaper to that guy?

Can't say that I
remember seeing him before.

Why?

What did he do?

That's not important.

Thanks.

You know, you kids'll go
blind reading that stuff.

Hey, you little bums, you!

Hey!

Thanks.

Um, I don't know if it's
going to do any good or not,

but about 35 copies
of that Belfast News

go round to that Irish pub,
the Starry Ploughk on 10th.

Yeah.

Appreciate it.

Thanks.

I find myself in the cycle.

Excuse me, anybody see
this fella in here before?

Never saw him before.

Well, you haven't
looked at it yet.

Never saw him before.

I know that man.

You do?

That's that bloody bastard
who ran off with my wife

back in '59, or was it '69?

Thanks very much.

I'll have one of
those at the back.

The tall man at
the bar's a copper.

Relax.

He knows who we are.

He's staring at me.

Take a look.

Just keep your head.

Get up slowly, and follow
me out to the back.

Stop!

Police!

Ow!

God.

Who are you?

What's your name?

Who was that guy... Milo?

Go stick it.

Turn around.

Go stick it, huh?
- Ow!

God, go easy.

That's my leg all shot up.

Ah, what do we got there?

What's that belong to?

Never saw it before.

Hey, hey, hey, come on.

Don't die on me now.

Talk to me.

Copper, go to hell.

That dead body
is Kevin Connerhan.

He's wanted in Belfast and Derry
for bombing and for murder.

A real charmer.

Is there any connection
to the Jensen case?

Yeah, get this...

Connerhan was carrying
a 9 millimeter.

I asked ballistics to check
it against the Jensen...

Let me guess... it matched?

Absolutely.

That's it!

You were that close
to closing him down.

I know, but not close
enough, though, Charlie.

My guess is whatever they
got going is still on.

You were right.

Crime lab got the code number.

It belongs to an old hotel,
the Figueroa room 207.

Let's go.

Great, thanks.

I'll, uh, see ya.

Police.

The desk clerk was right.

Milo skipped.

Yeah, he left in a big hurry...
First sloppy thing he's done.

Well, killing Jensen
wasn't exactly neat.

You think Mrs. Connerhan
knitted this sweater

for her little boy?

Hey, Mrs. Connerhan's
little boy almost killed

Mrs. Hunter's little boy.

Let's see what we got here.

Uh, we got some
phone numbers here.

Check those out.

Yeah.

This says shillelagh.

Shillelagh?

Might be some kind of code.

Charlie, we got
dates and times here.

It could be some
sort of a schedule.

I know whose, too.

So you've arrived
at this theory with some scraps

of paper from a trash bin.

Every item on here
corresponds to your itinerary.

They've even got your
return flight number.

Well, why would
they have that if they

were going to do it here?

Could be a contingency plan.

Sean, will you call it
off now, please, for me?

I can't.

Look, I've already
lost one brother.

I don't think I
could stand it again.

Please, I'm begging you.

Maureen... Maureen, don't
you think I feel your pain?

When Patrick was killed,
a part of me died, too.

A day doesn't go by when
I don't think about him

or remember him lying
there dead in the street.

We've both suffered enough.

Then why won't you reconsider?

Because... because
this is for him and all

the others who have died.

If I'm frightened
away now, it would

be the same as turning my back
on everything I stand for.

And those bastards
will have won.

And I would rather die
than live with that.

I'm sorry.

Sean, look what
you're out there doing!

Oh, Sean.

Sean!

I'm sorry.

I left the North of Ireland

to get away from this madness.

It never ends.

It never ends.

Maureen, come on.

Come on.

It'll be all right.

Come on.

Shh.

I'm sorry.

We have our people
at every entrance and exit,

with metal detectors.

Nobody gets in or out
without one of these badges.

OK, now what about Delaney
and the British Consul General?

Well, we're going to
bring them in an hour

before the doors open.

Then we're going to keep
him under armed guard down

in the dressing room area.
- Ah, good idea.

Hey, what about those numbers
you found in Connerhan's room?

Public telephones... we got
them all under surveillance.

Now, I'm worried all this guy's
going to need is one shot.

Well, look, Milo
knows we're onto him.

Maybe we'll get lucky,
and he'll drop it?

I wish, huh?

I'll be fine now, Officer.

Thank you.

It's me.

Are you daft calling me here?

You could ruin everything.

You know about Kevin?

You did what you had to do.

Did you get the cane?

My sister's gone to fetch it.

Your sister... was that wise?

I have no choice.

The police are with
me everywhere I go.

Any trouble getting
into the grounds?

I got in before the police
sealed everything off.

The diversion is ready.

You'll have only a
few seconds to shoot

him after the explosion.

At that range, you
shouldn't miss.

I won't.

Well, that's it then.

Good luck, Sean.

Maureen!

This is a weapon?

Have you gone mad?

I'm sorry you had to know.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Who's to die?

A bloody murderer...

Sefton.

The British Consul?

Why?

He was Colonel
Sefton five years ago,

commander of the Belfast brigade
who led the bloody soldiers who

executed our brother Patrick.

Patrick wasn't executed.

He died planting a
bomb, a bomb that might

have killed innocent people.

He died for the cause.

But this isn't about the cause.

This is about revenge.

Yes, it is, Maureen.

It's about our country.

Oh, stop that.

This is just an excuse
for... for murder.

My God, what's happened to you?

How many times have you preached
that violence isn't the answer?

Didn't you believe any of it?

I believed all of it.

Only, it died with Patrick
in the streets of Belfast.

Only then did I know
our brother was right.

The only way to drive
the British out of Ulster

is with force.

Then you'll die the way he did.

Then at least I'll die
for something I believe in.

What do you believe in?

Not this!

Then what...

Running away to
America where you

don't have to see the horror
that we live with every day?

I couldn't face it anymore.

I know.

But you have to now.

What you're about
to do is wrong.

Then do something about it.

For once, stand up for
something in your life.

All right, then, call
your Charlie Devane.

But know this... he'll have
to kill me to stop me.

Could you run away with that?

Oh, Maureen.

I love you I'll...

I'll always love you.

But I've made my choice.

And now you have to make yours.

Sean.

Roger.

The correct location
of your call.

Excuse
me, Mr. Delaney,

we must stick to the schedule.

Santa Monica.

Oh, my God.

Don't worry.

It'll be all right.

There's plenty of protection.

Sean'll be just fine.

Do you know these...
These last couple of days

have been really rough.

And what I'm going to say is
maybe going to sound stupid.

But out of all this,
my feelings for you

have really gotten stronger.

And... and I know...

Charlie, don't.

Well, I think that we're
good for one another.

And... and... and I'd just
like you to consider...

Charlie, it's
just the wrong time.

I've always had lousy timing.

I'm sorry.

No, it's all right.

Maybe we should go inside
and get ready, huh?

Sure.

Are you still in
here looking at this?

Yeah.

You know, I've seen an awful
lot of weaponry in my day,

but nothing this intricate.

So what?

You know, if somebody
wanted to kill Sean,

why not do it in
Northern Ireland?

Why wait till LA to do it?

Well, I don't know.

It's a good point, but
it's something we're

going to have to discuss later.
We're late.

Come on, let's go.

Mickey, put this away for me.

Thank you.

Come on.

Air 1 to R10 David.

The roof is secure.

There is no unusual activity.

R10 David to all units.

Main principle is
arriving at sector 5.

392 and 393, southwest.

They're safely inside now.

Nothing can happen to him.

Believe me, we got
this place covered.

Look... nothing
can happen to Sean now.

I don't really
want this, you know?

You just wait here a second.

I'm going to go talk
to Lieutenant Hillary.

Mr. Consul General...

Mr. Delaney... this way, please.

Will you come on?

Put this on.

You know, this gun
mechanism's got me nuts.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I do.

But just forget about it, OK?

Come on.

Hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

God, we gotta find Charlie.

Come on!

What was that?

R10 David,
request fire department

and paramedic units to sector 1.

Air 1 to R10 David.

Explosions, people are down.

Request immediate RA
units and metro backup.

Charlie!

Stay down.

Stay down.

Charlie, it's Sean.

He's going to kill Sefton.

The gun is in the cane.

Responding
units, switch to simplex 8.

Going inside!

OK.

Milo!
Freeze!

Police!

You're under arrest!

Colonel Sefton, remember
the streets of Belfast

and a young patriot
named Patrick Delaney?

He... he was a terrorist.

He was my brother.

Sean!

Sean!

Charlie, you all right?

Sean!

Sean!

No!

No!

No!

Sean! No.

No.

Sean!

Will passengers for flight 301

please begin
boarding at gate 43.

Thank you.

Maureen.

Is the security guard
going to be all right?

Yes.

Good.

I'm so sorry, Maureen.

You had no choice, Charlie.

But I did.

Maureen, you didn't kill Sean.

His own hatred did it.

I loved him so.

I know.

Don't go back.

It's not safe there.

Well, that's true.

But I have to go back.

It was Sean, after all, who told
me what it was I had to do...

Stand up for something.

I'm going home to do
the work that Sean

should have been doing.

No matter what the cost?

No matter.

Will I see you again?

Oh, Charlie.

I need to remember
what it was that I once

loved about my own country...

My own people.

I love you, Maureen.

Last call
for passengers for flight 301.