All language subtitles for FBI - International - S03E11 - Touts.en

[whistle blows]

[upbeat electronic music]

♪ ♪

- The competition in Europe
is next level.

You know,
look at the first touch.

The control is better
than any midfielder

I've played with back at home.

At a dedicated academy, I could
learn so much from these guys.

- You know, there's more
to life than football.

- Yeah, I really don't
think that's true. [chuckles]

- Your mother's not
gonna like you living

on the other side of an ocean.

- Yeah.

Look, hear me out.

I'm moving out of the house
in two years either way.

If I train here in London,

you and mom can go
on some trips,

and you always say that--
- We have to leave.

Get your things.

- What? Practice isn't over.

- We gotta go, right now.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Give me your bag.

Get in the car.
- Okay, I'm getting in.

- No, you don't
have to do this.

[gunshots]

- Go, go, go!

[engine revving]

- Dad?

Dad!

I need help!

[gasping]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- The shooting occurred
just after 0900 hours

at a park in North London.

Alec O'Brien, a dual
Irish American citizen,

died at the scene.

His teenage son, James,
was rushed

to Regent's Park
Medical Centre,

where he's
in critical condition.

- The family was
in the UK for a week,

touring youth
football academies,

planning for the kid's future.

Then, this.

It's infuriating.

- It looks like a drive-by
or a professional hit.

Is there any connections
to organized crime?

- O'Brien grew up
in Northern Ireland.

In his youth, he went by a
different name, Alec Murphy.

Alec Murphy was suspected
of armed robbery

in Belfast in 1994.

- He was accused
of being a member

of the Irish Republican Army.

- Those charges were
technically dropped.

- O'Brien has been clean ever
since relocating to the States.

Apparently,
he left the struggle

for a unified Ireland behind,
married an American,

and he's been living
as a suburban dad

for the last three decades.

- His death could
still be connected.

Maybe he fell back in with his
buddies from the old country.

- Okay, but he hardly
deserves to be

gunned down in broad daylight
in front of his kid.

Sorry.

[soft tense music]

I grew up near there.

I've been to that park
dozens of times,

so this one hits
close to home, literally.

- Then let's get there
right away

and find whoever's responsible.

Scott's gonna
meet us in London,

and while we are in the air,
I want you

to pull everything you can
on Alec O'Brien,

both past and present.

- Everyone's eyes were
on the pitch at the time,

at least until
they heard the shots.

Then multiple spectators
saw a blue or black

subcompact driving away.

- Looks like they left
clear tread marks

in the mud, at least.

- Well, the weather here
is good that way.

Inspector Mullins, did anyone
get a look at the shooter?

- Just the boy.

Two shooters,
he said, wearing masks.

That's all we could get.

He was in a bad way,
poor thing.

- Okay, so O'Brien is here,
the shooters are there.

I mean, maybe there.

It's not great accuracy
for close range.

The bullet goes through
the window and hits the kid?

- That's right.

- Alec put himself between
the attackers and his son.

- Yeah, that's understandable,
but it left James

right in the line of fire.

- Shell casings suggest
.45 caliber automatic handguns.

- Fired by people who didn't
give a damn what else they hit.

- What are you thinking, Vo?

- So the ambush occurred right
in the middle of practice,

when nobody else was
in the parking lot.

So how did they know that
O'Brien was leaving early?

- They must
have been watching,

waiting for the right
opportunity.

- Guys, I got something
you should see.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Could be nothing,
just somebody's gym clothes

left behind
in all the commotion,

but I don't think so.

- It's a message.

- Tout?

- It's what the Irish
call informers

who work with the police,
but it's incredibly derogatory.

During the Troubles, "touts get
shot," was a common refrain.

- Paramilitaries
used hit squads

to execute anyone who turned.

- So O'Brien was shot because
he was informing on the IRA.

- It tracks with the relocation
and the change of identity,

but London Police didn't
say anything about it.

- So who exactly
was he talking to?

♪ ♪

- The last thing I want
is a return to the days

of IRA street violence.

Not here, not in London.

- I agree, Officer Stroud.

Was MI5 in contact
with Alec O'Brien?

- No, not really.

When he booked his travel,
we flagged it and advised him

that his protection agreement

only applied
in the United States.

He didn't respond.

- The protection deal you gave
him for being an informant.

- It's my government's strict
policy to neither confirm

nor deny whether any particular
individual has ever operated

as a clandestine agent.

- Okay, but you did
relocate him.

And according to his FBI file,
he was detained in the '90s,

so can you at least
confirm that?

- Well before my time, but yes.

O'Brien, or Murphy,
as he was then known,

was questioned by our Northern
Ireland office in 1994.

But those records have
been sealed for decades.

- Okay, well, I think it's time
we open them up again.

If he was informing on someone,
maybe that person

was the one who killed him.

- It's hardly that simple.

The IRA operates under
a strict code of silence.

Breaking that code
is punishable by death.

O'Brien knew this.

A few whispers, and every thug
in Ireland would want him dead.

He must have thought that
enough time had passed

that it was safe to return.

Clearly, he was wrong.

- Well, give me access
to his MI5 file,

or at least tell me what
he was informing about.

- I'll see what I can do.

But again, I can neither--

- Confirm nor deny, right.

- Yeah.

- You know what?

Let me know if
I'm off-base here,

but a man was
brutally murdered,

and you do not seem
too beaten up about it.

- The IRA is a recognized
terror organization.

Membership is a crime,
even in Ireland.

You and your team, you're
welcome to set up shop here

at Thames House and help me
get them off the streets,

but if you're asking me
to shed tears for a terrorist,

I can't help you.

O'Brien brought this
on himself.

- Got it.

Well, I gotta go
visit a teenage boy

with a gunshot wound,
so maybe we can at least

get justice for him, huh?

- No more questions.

Not until they tell me
James is okay.

- I know this is
a terrible time,

but we wanna find out who did
this, and every second counts.

- I don't know how I can help.

I wasn't even there.

- James is an eyewitness, okay,

but when the doctors
say he's able,

we'll need to talk to him
as well.

But while he is in surgery,
you are all we've got.

- Okay.

- Did your husband meet
with anybody during this trip?

Old contacts, family?
- No.

Alec has relatives
in Ireland, of course,

but he never kept in touch.

The trip was James's idea.

He made this whole
presentation.

He was so passionate.

How does a parent
say no to that?

- Did Alec ever talk about
his involvement with the IRA?

- Never.

I knew he grew up
in a tough time,

and he was proud
of his Irish heritage,

but he wasn't a criminal.

And he sure as hell
wasn't violent.

That is not the man I knew.

[sentimental music]

When I met him, he was a grad
student with a nice accent

and no interest in politics.

- Is there anyone
who could have known

that he was an informant?

- He didn't even tell me!

Damn it!

You're just doing
your job, I get it.

But every one of
these questions

makes me feel I don't
know my husband,

and I can't
think that right now.

I need him.

Our son needs him.

He didn't even
wanna come on this trip.

He was just being
a good father.

♪ ♪

- Our one eyewitness
is still in surgery.

The bullet was
difficult to remove,

but the kid is
hanging in there.

- That's good to hear.
We may have an ID on a car.

- A blue BMW was reported
stolen two days ago

from a lot
near Stansted Airport.

The tire treads of that model
are consistent

with the tracks at the scene.
- Great.

Have Amanda check
for passengers

with criminal records
landing at that airport

on that day from Derry,
Belfast, Dublin, you know--

- I'm on it.

I'll have to loop in MI5
as well.

- I'm not sure how forthcoming
they're gonna be.

- Your meeting with Stroud
didn't go well?

- No.

I'm used to MI5
sharing everything,

but there is something
about this guy.

He's making it hard
to dig into O'Brien's past.

- Sounds like what we need
is a source within IRA circles.

- You know someone?

- Yeah, but it will
require doing something

I generally try to avoid.

- Which is?

- Visiting my mother.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

I doubt I'm gonna need backup.

You can still run
for the hills.

- Oh, I wouldn't miss this.

- Well, I don't believe it.

A visit from my own daughter.

Is it Christmas already?

- It's good
to see you too, Mum.

- What are you doing
ringing the bell?

- You know I don't
have a key anymore.

Andre, this is my mother,
Scarlett.

- It's a real pleasure
to meet you, ma'am.

- Well, don't just stand
there on the doorstep

like you're selling something,
come on in.

Terry, she's here.

Come and see if you
recognize your daughter.

- Dad.

[both chuckle]
- Darling.

- Our prayers
have been answered.

She's brought a man home.

- She's joking.

- Nice to meet you, sir.
- Oh, call me Terry.

It's an absolute pleasure.

We're having tea.

Scarlett makes the best teas.

And the sandwiches?

- Well, I didn't have time
to make sandwiches, did I?

- No, it's okay, Mum, we don't
have time for tea anyway.

We're here on a case.

- Since Megan started
with the FBI,

we see her even less
than her brother.

But I won't hold that
against you, Andre.

- I appreciate that.

- Mum, I was hoping
you could help me

find your old friend, Niall.

I don't remember his surname.

- What's this about?
- Oh, the Irishman?

- That's right.

He used to visit
when we were kids.

He told stories about
your time in Belfast.

Do you think
he's still in the IRA?

- [scoffs]
Well, I'm sure I don't know.

And it's not polite
to talk about politics.

- This is for
a homicide investigation.

There could be actual lives
on the line.

- If you'll excuse me, I think

I'm gonna go back to my book.
- Dad.

- No, no, no, no, it's fine.

So lovely to see you, darling.

Nice to meet you, Andre.

- You know he doesn't like
how dangerous your job is.

- Well, I can't help that.

I wouldn't be here
if it wasn't important.

- Oh, well,
that much is obvious.

- We didn't mean
to put you on the spot.

In fact, I'm just here
to enjoy this wonderful tea

and get to know you.

But Smitty told me
you were a nurse in Belfast

during the last years
of the fighting.

- Yes--when I was fresh out
of nursing college,

I traveled to Northern
Ireland a few weeks a year

for work experience.

We tended to patients
on both sides.

- That's where
you and Niall met?

- Yeah, I stitched up
some of his mates after a raid

on the pub where he worked.

Yeah, he offered
all the nurses free drinks.

- Those mates were IRA leaders.

- If someone was hurt,
I helped them.

- Maybe he can
return the favor.

- Oh, we haven't spoken
in years.

I mean, Niall Walsh
was entertaining

and he brought you treats,
but he was a criminal.

And the last thing he wants
is a call from the police.

Now, please,
promise you'll drop this

and leave the past alone, hey?

♪ ♪

- Did you get it?
- Got it.

Contact's full name
is Niall Walsh.

She gave us just enough details
that Tate was able

to get a location and a number.

- Okay, great.

I'm almost at MI5.

Let's regroup here
before you make the call.

- Just one request.

I'd appreciate it if we could
keep this contact hush-hush,

from MI5 and my
disapproving mother.

[car alarm blaring]

- Cam? Cam, are you there?

- A bomb just went off.

I'm okay.

[tense music]

Stay back! Stay back!

It's a blue BMW.

I'm not seeing anyone inside.

- We're on our way.

- Wait, there's something
written here.

"We're coming for more touts.

Try and stop us
and you're next."

It's signed Saoirse Nua.

- Saoirse Nua.

Whoever they are,
they're just getting started.

- Okay, the clock is ticking.

Anybody bold enough
to blow up a car outside MI5

is liable to try
just about anything.

What do we have
on the cameras in the area?

- Two suspects, blue BMW.

It all lines up
with the perpetrators

of the O'Brien shooting.

- Any luck getting an ID?

- Not with the masks.

- What about the message?
- Ah.

Saoirse Nua,
it translates to new freedom,

and it's not a person,

it's an extreme-left party
based in Ireland.

It's allegedly the political
wing of the new IRA.

- Now we're getting somewhere.
- Yeah.

They splintered off
from Sinn Féin,

taking the more militant
dissidents with them.

- Are they claiming credit
for the attack?

- No, but their founder,
Sullivan Archer,

has been railing
against British police

all week on social media.

I found this
on their private group.

- They're holding
a rally tomorrow morning.

Archer's in London right now.

protestors:
One goal: one Ireland,

one future!

One goal: one Ireland,
one future!

- Can we count
on you to support

the release of all
political prisoners

held by the British state?
- Absolutely.

Can you point us
to whoever's in charge?

- Why?

- We'd like to make
a financial contribution.

- You should talk to Sullivan.

- Sullivan Archer.

- That's right.

And you must be more cops

who have no right
to disrupt our lawful protest.

- We're with the FBI.

We're investigating
a car bombing.

- Saw that on the news.

Thank heavens nobody was hurt.

- Well, we believe
it's tied to a homicide.

- The bombers left a threat,

signed with the name
of your party.

- Anyone could
have written that.

The government would
love to paint Saoirse Nua

as a terrorist group.

- Maybe one of these people
took your call

for Irish freedom too far.

- No party can be
held responsible

for the actions of its
most extreme supporters.

- All right.

How long have you
and your group been in town?

- Three days,
but there is no way

anyone here could have been
involved in any crime.

And I can prove it.

See these, uh, gentlemen?

MI5 have been watching me
and my group since we landed.

Don't believe me?

Go ask them.

[suspenseful music]

- Niall?

- Oh, Smitty Garretson.

What a day this has
turned out to be.

- I appreciate you
coming all this way.

It's been, what, 20 years?
- Oh, don't be sorry.

I didn't expect
to live this long, either.

[both laugh]

- Have I kept you waiting?

- No, I was early.

I'm a little nervous.

There's a pub
around the corner.

Do you fancy a drink?

- Oh, I'm at work.

- Of course.

Probably just as well.

If you're anything
like your mother,

you'd drink me under the table.

- What, Scarlett?

With her two tiny sips
of sherry each Christmas?

- [chuckles] That may be now,
but back in the day,

she was an incredible lush.

- [laughs]

- And I mean that
in the best possible way.

- I'll have to take
your word for it.

It's a shame
you two lost touch.

- Aye, must be five years
since I've seen her.

But we're not here
to reminisce, are we?

- I'm afraid not.

Did you receive the materials
I sent you?

- Aye, but Smitty...

I do not know
who's behind all of this.

- I do understand,

but I was hoping
with your connections,

you'd be able to point me
to potential targets.

- You mean other
suspected touts?

- Come on, Northern Ireland
isn't a big place.

You still know the players.

- All the real troublemakers
have passed on.

- So call the ones
that haven't.

Ask around.

- I have heard rumors
that things

may be starting up again.

But who would want
those days back, I don't know.

Don't get me wrong,
I still believe in the cause

as much as ever.

Tactics we used, we were fools.

- You want things to be
different, here's your chance.

Help me, before what happened
to Alec O'Brien and his family

happens to someone else.

- I'll make some calls.

Really good to see you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- If this is about Sullivan
Archer, you can shelve it.

He was ruled out by the MI5.

- Is this a bad time?

- [sighs] Sorry,
we're just chasing our tail,

and it's starting to get to me.

What's up?

- Well, good news first.

I just got off the phone
with the hospital,

and James O'Brien's surgery
was a success.

He's not ready to talk yet,
but he's stable.

- That's great.
I'll have Cameron standing by.

What's the bad news?

- It's just a thought, but two
things don't make sense to me.

Why is MI5 being so secretive
with O'Brien's file?

And why is the IRA suddenly
targeting old informants?

Maybe the same event
explains both.

- Okay.

- Is it possible that Stroud or
someone else in law enforcement

leaked O'Brien's file?

- That's a hell
of an accusation.

- Last year, police
in Norfolk and Suffolk

released the data of thousands
of victims and witnesses

in response to a Freedom
of Information request.

Can we at least rule it out?

- I'll give it a shot.

Stroud and I are due
for a polite conversation

about transparency.

- The very suggestion
is deeply offensive to me,

Agent Forrester.

- The leaks could
come from anywhere.

One of your people could have
an axe to grind with O'Brien,

and they could have let
his file slip out the door.

- Just because the FBI
isn't being read in

on every single detail,
doesn't mean

that I am collaborating
with the enemy.

Whose side are you actually on?

- The victims.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- What exactly do you want,
Agent Forrester?

- Take a long, hard look
at your people.

Recheck everything.

If you want,
we can do it together.

Old grudges can be held
for years, on either side.

- This is it.

We're looking for a priest?

- Father Ian Crowley.

Apparently, he's been
an important voice

in maintaining the ceasefire.

- And you trust
your contact's intel?

- Niall said
he's kept close ties

with the IRA and the police,

so he could be
a valuable source.

♪ ♪

- In here! He's here!

Gunshot wound to the abdomen.

He's still breathing.
Call it in.

- This is Garretson, I'm...

- Father Crowley,
can you hear me?

- I'm at 358 Midbury Road
in Letchworth.

[dogs barking]
We need backup.

We're looking
for an armed suspect.

Oh, bloody hell!

[dogs barking]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

- Help is on the way.

Just breathe.

I got you, okay, just breathe.

You're gonna be okay.

♪ ♪

- Don't move!
Don't even twitch!

- Myra Leighton.

23 years old, lives in Derry.

Your business card
has your website.

Online contributor to a series
of Irish nationalist sites.

You just handed us
a clear motive, by the way.

That's helpful.

- You're not British.

- American. I'm FBI.

- And what do you buck eejits
have to do with any of this?

- The gun you tried
to kill me with

is a ballistics match
to the bullets

pulled from two
American citizens,

Alec and James O'Brien.

so you're wasting your time.

- So you don't wanna talk
about murdering Father Crowley?

Or setting a car bomb off
in downtown London?

♪ ♪

You know what? I don't wanna
talk about any of that, either,

because you clearly
don't give a damn.

But I can think of something
you do care about.

- Don't know who that is.

- That's your boyfriend,
Brennan O'Doherty.

You got charged for auto theft
together 18 months ago.

Then you used this credit card
to buy you both tickets

on a ferry from Dublin
three days ago,

and then you stole a car

and went
on a shooting spree together,

killing informants,
trying to reignite a war.

Any of that ringing a bell?

- The Good Friday Agreement
was a capitulation

that my generation will
not stand by and accept.

- Where's Brennan, Myra?

Who is he gonna hit next?

- The Brits have used
spies and informants

against the Irish people
since the beginning.

Loyalist gangs
murder IRA members,

and the police
look the other way.

And you don't see anyone
digging up those cases, do you?

- You killed a priest.

There's no moral high ground
for you here.

How'd you and Brennan learn
about O'Brien's

informant work, anyway?

You weren't even born
at that time.

Who's really
calling the shots, Myra?

Best you can do is cooperate

and tell me who
your boyfriend's hiding

before he gets himself killed.

It's all I've got for you.

- Thanks, but I would rather
rot in jail

and watch him die
than be a tout.

♪ ♪

- I know it's tough with
the masks they were wearing,

but could these be
the people you saw?

- I don't know.

I'm sorry, I didn't really
look at anyone, to be honest.

It was weird.

I think I mainly was
looking at the guns.

- That's okay.

That happens a lot, actually.

- I did get a good look
at the older guy with the bag.

- There was another guy?
- Yeah, he was in the stands.

He kept staring at my dad
like the two of them

knew each other.

That's why we left.

I've never seen my dad
scared before.

- What did this person
look like?

- He had gray hair, long in
the back, but it was thinning.

Tall white guy.

- And how old was he?

- Would you say
older than your dad?

- Yeah, definitely.

Here, swipe through
these photos

and tell me if you
recognize anybody.

It's just like the
world's worst dating app.

- Okay.

- What is that?

- My colleagues in Budapest,

they've been pulling
together a collection

of suspected IRA members.

Now, we've been looking
at people younger,

but James's description
narrows it down considerably.

♪ ♪

- That's him, that's the guy.

- Are you sure?
- 100%.

- I've gotta get
this out right away.

I am so sorry.

- I hope he resists.

I hope that you kill him.

♪ ♪

- Padraig McEwan,
former IRA leader.

Do you know him?
- Yeah.

He runs a nationalist website.
It's called The Hub.

- Where Myra Leighton
is a freelance contributor.

They know each other.

McEwan finds a group,

a new generation of radicalists

who are looking for a target
for their anger,

and he gives them one:
informants.

- And his son can
put him at the scene

of his father's murder.
- That's right.

Admittedly,
it's not hard proof.

- I might be able
to help with that.

McEwan's brother died
six months ago in prison.

Upon his death,
taped testimony was unsealed.

I reviewed the transcripts
myself.

None of it mentioned O'Brien,
and so I ruled it out.

But after our conversation,
I decided to take another look.

Unfortunately,
due to a clerical error,

additional recordings
from other cases were released,

including statements
from O'Brien

and Father Crowley.

- That puts them right
in McEwan's crosshairs

while he's grieving.

Scapegoats for his
brother's death.

- It appears your theory
was partially correct.

Law enforcement did reveal the
identities of the informants,

but it wasn't on purpose.

It was a mistake.

We simply let our guard down.

- You have to relocate every
single one of these witnesses

in the transcript immediately.

- The process
is already underway.

What matters now
is that we locate McEwan

before he strikes again.

Your team has already
given me a way to do that.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm going to arrest
Niall Walsh.

- Niall didn't have
anything to do with this.

How did MI5 even know
that I contacted him?

- Stroud is sharp.

He probably was watching him

the second he arrived
in London.

- He was doing me
a personal favor, Scott.

He trusted me.
- I know.

But when he tipped us off
about the attack on Crowley

before it happened,
Stroud figured that he was

talking to someone involved.

- They're gonna charge him
as an accomplice.

- The search for the second
shooter has turned up nothing.

Niall is the only link
that they've got.

Do you know where he is now?

- No.

He isn't answering my calls.

Mum, I am trying
to protect him!

- Keep your voice down.
Your father's asleep.

- If he's contacted you,

if there's anything
that you know...

- I certainly
wouldn't tell you.

You lied to me,
and now Niall is in danger.

- I never meant
for this to happen.

- Oh, you never meant it.

Is that what you'll say
when they find him

shot dead in the street?

And how long before
the IRA realize

he's working with the police
and they come after him too?

- I am sorry for lying to you,
but it is my job.

- No, your job is irrelevant.

Niall Walsh had nothing
to do with anything

until you stuck your nose in.

You did it because
you're selfish.

- You're having a drink?

This is unhinged.

- I haven't seen that man
in 20 years.

And you managed to find him and
ruin his life in the same day.

- 5 years.
- What?

- Niall said he last saw you
5 years ago, not 20.

- Oh, fine, whatever it is,
I don't remember.

It doesn't matter.

- I think it does.

You're deliberately downplaying
how close you two are.

- Oh, don't be dramatic.

You're making me
upset and confused.

- Who confuses
5 years with 20?

You're lying to me.

[sentimental music]

- Niall cared deeply
about our family,

about me, about you,
and you manipulated that.

He has a good heart.

- You're in love with him.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- Yes, you are.

That's why you didn't want me
digging into the past.

here in front of all of us.

It must have gone on for years.

- You can judge me
all you like,

but Niall's a good man.

And you signed
his death warrant.

[tense music]

Get out of this house.

♪ ♪

- I've been reading
Niall's record.

He was a person of interest in
the Docklands bombing in 1996.

An explosion in London
killed 2, over 100 wounded.

And Niall was here
in town at the time.

- They can't connect him.
He wasn't charged.

- Right.

Maybe he was just here
to visit my mother.

I never should have
involved my family.

- Smitty, there's no
going back now.

I know that this is
complicated for you,

but Stroud is not wrong.

Niall is the best shot we have
at finding McEwan

before anyone else gets killed.

He can help us.

- Okay.

I'll send him another message.

This time, I'll tell him
I know about the affair.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Is this why
you've been helping me?

Guilt?
- Smitty.

- Don't call me that.

Is it over?

- It was doomed from the start.

Two people
on opposite sides of a war

with conflicting loyalties.

- Like marriage.

- Yeah.

Scarlett was already engaged
when we first met.

I was the impulsive one.

Your mother, she was practical
and whip smart,

like you were back then.

I remember.

♪ ♪

- Look, MI5 knows you're
in contact with Padraig McEwan.

They're threatening to charge
you with being in the IRA

unless you turn on him.

- I had nothing
to do with this.

The only reason I got back in
was to help you.

- You sent me to Crowley
without telling me

he was the next target.

You almost got
my partner killed.

- I told you everything
I know, I swear.

- I don't imagine
they'll believe that.

- What are you gonna do?

Meet with McEwan, wear a wire.

If you do that
and we can get him,

then I can convince MI5
to forget about your past.

♪ ♪

- I'll do it.

- Are you sure?

- I've made very bad decisions
in my life.

I'll try to make
this one right.

- We need him admitting
that he gave the orders,

because right now, everything
we have is circumstantial.

- We'll be watching
and listening.

Once we hear what we need,
our people will move in.

- You best keep some distance.

McEwan is a crafty bastard.

He'll have somebody
watching his back.

Padraig.

- It's been a long time,
old man.

You look like the world chewed
you up and spit you out again.

- Because it has.

[laughter]

- Two pints, Tommy.

- Comms are up,
reading them both clearly.

- Waiting for your signal.

- So, I hear you been
calling around after me,

talking to all our old friends.

- Yeah, I heard
about your brother.

I thought I'd come and find you
and pay my respects.

- We had to fight just
to get his body back to Dublin.

- Politicians and bureaucrats.

You know,
sometimes I miss the guns.

Guys are telling me about
Crowley and O'Brien, two touts.

You know, I should be
buying the next round

for what you did to them.

- There's a new generation
for that now.

All full of piss and vinegar,
and no real sense of loss.

- Well, the car bomb
made that pretty clear.

You sure that was a good idea?

- That was Myra,
the girl who got picked up.

I just told them
to ditch the car.

Kids have a flair
for the dramatic.

- Well, if they can
find O'Brien on their own

after all this time,
we're in good hands.

- Well,
not on their own exactly.

The police themselves
sent his name to "The Harp."

A lady at the academy
tipped me off he was coming.

With Crowley, that made
two confirmed touts in London.

I couldn't let
that chance pass.

- You're not worried
that the shooters

might find a conscience?

- [laughs] Are you kidding?

Those kids said yes

before I could finish
giving them the order.

- [claps]

That's it, that's what we need.

Stroud, move in.

- Mind if I join you gentlemen?

- What's going on?

- William Stroud, MI5.

Both of you are coming with me.

- Oh, there is no way
that's happening.

[tense music]

Where the hell do
you think you are?

- Well, we're not in Belfast
anymore, are we, McEwan?

♪ ♪

- Your friend came through.

- Hang on a minute.

We've been spotted. Get down!

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Anybody hit?
- We're okay.

- We gotta make a move.

- Wait!

He's right there.

Hold tight.

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

- The evidence.

- Couldn't let the recording
get shot up.

- Well done.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, we got them.

♪ ♪

- I know it's not much comfort,

but I wanted to let you know
that we did put an end

to Padraig McEwen's attempts
to escalate violence.

And thanks to your help,
other informers are safe,

and the people who
killed your father,

they have been apprehended.

- And they're going to jail?

- With the evidence we have,
I am confident

that they will be convicted
and put away for a long time.

[soft dramatic music]

- Thanks.

And I shouldn't have
told you to kill them.

I don't care about revenge.

My dad wouldn't
have wanted that.

- We're going home

to bury the peaceful man
we knew.

♪ ♪

- Great work.

- Thank you.

Niall Walsh played a key role,

so we need to make sure
that he's protected.

- Yeah, yeah, you have my word.

His slate's wiped clean.

If you like, the FBI
can handle his relocation,

in the spirit of transparency.

- I appreciate that.

- It's mystifying, isn't it?

Protestants, Catholics,
Republicans, unionists,

all one people,
all fighting tooth and nail

over who the hell we are.

Endlessly turning
on each other.

Does it ever end?

- I wish I knew.

- Back to work, I suppose.

♪ ♪

- Andre,
would you look at this?

- Is something wrong?

- It's one of the pictures
from the database

of old IRA members.

- That's now?

- From 1998.

Am I crazy?

Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

- You really wanna know?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Were you going to disappear
without a word then?

- I thought you could
never forgive me.

- I see.

Well, the least you could do is
say goodbye to your daughter.

- Wha--
- I know the truth.

- That's not the way--
- Don't.

I do this for a living.

I checked.

You're my father.

[soft music]

- I wanted to tell you
the truth, I swear.

- It's funny.

It explains a few things,
actually.

Her constant criticism,
all the arguments.

How could I possibly
be good enough

when my whole existence
is a reminder

for her own imperfections?

- Whatever you think of me,
you must forgive your mother.

She never meant to hurt anyone.

Nor did I.

- So what happens now?

- Well...

I'll have to disappear.

- I could help you

to relocate to Budapest.

And maybe we could be
in each other's lives

a little, somehow.

- I made the decision
a long time ago,

the best thing I could do
for my little girl

is let her go.

Now this is the answer
to my prayer,

one last moment
with my daughter.

♪ ♪

- Are you going back already?

- Work is waiting.

I just wanted to say
a quick goodbye

and let you know that
Niall is fine.

He was able to tell me
everything I needed to know.

- Dad.

Um...

♪ ♪

Thank you for always
being there for me.

- [laughs]

- I'll call you
as soon as I can.

Next time, I wanna
hear all about that book.

♪ ♪

- What do you need right now?

You wanna get drunk
or go to a shooting range?

There someone
I need to beat up?

Just tell me what you need.

- A friend.

- I'm right here.

- Let's go home.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]