Hunter (1984–1991): Season 6, Episode 2 - Shillelagh - full transcript
Devane's girlfriend's brother makes a highly publicized visit from Ireland, which is soon discovered to be an assassination plot.
Tonight, on "Hunter."
-What the hell we 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 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, uh, 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.
-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.
-Ah.
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.
-Yup.
-It's nice.
I'm happy for him.
Aren't you?
-Yes I am.
I'm also jealous.
I'd like to have a real
relationship too, you know.
Oh, but what 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.
-Relax.
Maureen, relax.
-It's been so long.
Suppose he doesn't recognize me?
-Oh, ho, ho.
-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.
-I can't believe you're here.
-It's been too long.
Much too long.
Oh, 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've 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?
- That's it.
That's it.
No 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.
-Hm.
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!
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!
You get the money,
and let's get out of here.
It smells wonderful,
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
schoolteacher
when the lovely
Maureen came to America.
And though I was
sad to see her leave,
I can understand why
she's decided to say.
-Slainte?
-Slainte.
-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.
-Ha ha.
-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, uh,
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, come to America?
-Oh, it... it broke her heart.
She couldn't abide in
Northern Ireland after that.
And, uh, 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.
-Goodnight, Charlie.
-I'll see you out.
-I like him.
-He likes you.
And so do I.
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, looks that way.
His name is, uh,
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?
A minute?
-OK.
Have the lab boys
keep me posted, huh?
-Yeah.
-Yikes.
What have 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
triggering mechanism.
-Right.
-Now he's got the lave
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.
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.
-And it 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.
Looks 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
sakes, can't you...
-Out of the question.
Thanks, but no thanks, Charlie.
-You're still as stubborn
as Doran's donkey.
-Charlie, that's
one of the qualities
she's always loved about me.
-Poor soul.
-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 here.
You now realize that because...
Your drinks, gentlemen.
- that because
of you, the police
are asking questions everywhere.
-Are you calling it off?
-No.
We go as planned.
The 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.
-Well who's Danny McCann?
-One of those American
armchair freedom fighters.
Collects money, runs
errands for the Cause.
-That is something definite.
-Also one of those
guys that if he
had to commit an act of violence
himself, he'd lose his lunch.
-Oh, my kind of guy, huh?
-Pick him up.
-Got it.
Come on.
I've never heard of this Jensen.
-And Lieutenant Hillary seems
to think you're lying, Danny.
-Well what does he know?
Hey look, who is this
"Jensen" anyway?
-Well he was a gunsmith.
-Oh, what'd 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 this
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.
-You can't prove that!
-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've 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 you while
you're at Maureen's
and at your rally,
and I don't want
any argument, 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 a
hundred 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 sell a newspaper
to that guy?
-Can't say that I remember
seeing him before.
Why?
What did he do?
-Ah, it's not important.
Thanks.
You know, you kids will
go blind reading that stuff.
-You little bums, you!
Hey.
Thanks.
Um, I don't know if it's going
to do you any good or not,
but about 35 copies
of that Belfast News
go around to that Irish
pub The Sorry Plow on 10th.
-Yeah.
Appreciate it.
Thanks.
Excuse me, you ever 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 the 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 into me.
Take a look.
-Just keep your head.
Get up slowly and
follow me out the back.
-Stop!
Police!
-Ah!
Ow!
God!
-Come on!
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 that was 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.
-The 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 murder...
-Let me guess.
It matched?
- Absolutely.
-That's it!
We're that close to
closing them down.
-I know.
I'm 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 you.
Police.
-Desk clerk was right.
Milo's skipped.
-Yeah.
He left in a big hurry.
First sloppy thing he's done.
-Well killing Jensen
wasn't exactly neat.
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.
All right, we've got some
phone numbers here.
Check those out.
-Yeah.
-This is Shillelagh.
-Shillelagh?
-Might be some kind of code.
-Charlie, we got
dates and times here.
Could be some sort of 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!
Sean.
Sean.
-I'm sorry.
I left the North of Ireland
to away from this madness!
It never ends!
It never ends.
-Shh.
Come on now.
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 them
under armed guard down
in the dressing room area.
- All right.
Good idea.
-Hey, what about those numbers
you found in Connerhan's room?
-Probably telephones.
We've got them all
under surveillance.
You know, I'm worried.
All this guy's gonna
need is one shot.
-Ah, look.
Milo knows we're onto him.
Maybe will get lucky
and he'll back out.
-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?
SEAN DELANEY: 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 murder.
Sefton.
-The British Consul?
Why?
-He was Colonel
Sefton 5 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?
Maureen.
I love you... I... I'll
always love you.
But I've made my choice.
Now you have to make yours.
-Sean?
-Excuse me, Mr. Delaney.
We must stick to the schedule.
-Oh my god.
-Don't worry.
It'll be all right.
There's plenty of protection.
Sean will be just fine.
You know, these...
these last couple of days
have been really rough,
and what I'm going to say
is maybe gonna 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 I'd just
like you to consider...
-Charlie, it's just
the wrong time.
-I... 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 til 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.
MALE SPEAKER 1:
Air One to R10 David.
The roof is secure.
There is no unusual activity.
MALE SPEAKER 2:
R10 David to all units.
Main principal is
arriving at sector five.
They're safely inside now.
Nothing can happen to them.
Believe me, we've
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.
Ah!
We gotta find Charlie!
Come on!
-What was that?
-R10 David, request
fire department
and paramedic
units to sector one.
MALE SPEAKER 1:
Air One to R10 David.
There are explosions.
People are down.
Request immediate RA
units and metro back-up.
-Charlie!
-Stay down.
Stay down!
-Charlie, it's Sean!
He's going to kill Sefton.
The gun is in the cane!
MALE SPEAKER
2: Responding units,
switch to simplex eight.
-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!
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've 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.
FEMALE SPEAKER Last call
for passengers for flight 301.
For passengers for flight 301.
-What the hell we 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 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, uh, 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.
-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.
-Ah.
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.
-Yup.
-It's nice.
I'm happy for him.
Aren't you?
-Yes I am.
I'm also jealous.
I'd like to have a real
relationship too, you know.
Oh, but what 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.
-Relax.
Maureen, relax.
-It's been so long.
Suppose he doesn't recognize me?
-Oh, ho, ho.
-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.
-I can't believe you're here.
-It's been too long.
Much too long.
Oh, 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've 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?
- That's it.
That's it.
No 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.
-Hm.
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!
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!
You get the money,
and let's get out of here.
It smells wonderful,
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
schoolteacher
when the lovely
Maureen came to America.
And though I was
sad to see her leave,
I can understand why
she's decided to say.
-Slainte?
-Slainte.
-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.
-Ha ha.
-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, uh,
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, come to America?
-Oh, it... it broke her heart.
She couldn't abide in
Northern Ireland after that.
And, uh, 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.
-Goodnight, Charlie.
-I'll see you out.
-I like him.
-He likes you.
And so do I.
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, looks that way.
His name is, uh,
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?
A minute?
-OK.
Have the lab boys
keep me posted, huh?
-Yeah.
-Yikes.
What have 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
triggering mechanism.
-Right.
-Now he's got the lave
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.
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.
-And it 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.
Looks 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
sakes, can't you...
-Out of the question.
Thanks, but no thanks, Charlie.
-You're still as stubborn
as Doran's donkey.
-Charlie, that's
one of the qualities
she's always loved about me.
-Poor soul.
-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 here.
You now realize that because...
Your drinks, gentlemen.
- that because
of you, the police
are asking questions everywhere.
-Are you calling it off?
-No.
We go as planned.
The 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.
-Well who's Danny McCann?
-One of those American
armchair freedom fighters.
Collects money, runs
errands for the Cause.
-That is something definite.
-Also one of those
guys that if he
had to commit an act of violence
himself, he'd lose his lunch.
-Oh, my kind of guy, huh?
-Pick him up.
-Got it.
Come on.
I've never heard of this Jensen.
-And Lieutenant Hillary seems
to think you're lying, Danny.
-Well what does he know?
Hey look, who is this
"Jensen" anyway?
-Well he was a gunsmith.
-Oh, what'd 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 this
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.
-You can't prove that!
-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've 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 you while
you're at Maureen's
and at your rally,
and I don't want
any argument, 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 a
hundred 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 sell a newspaper
to that guy?
-Can't say that I remember
seeing him before.
Why?
What did he do?
-Ah, it's not important.
Thanks.
You know, you kids will
go blind reading that stuff.
-You little bums, you!
Hey.
Thanks.
Um, I don't know if it's going
to do you any good or not,
but about 35 copies
of that Belfast News
go around to that Irish
pub The Sorry Plow on 10th.
-Yeah.
Appreciate it.
Thanks.
Excuse me, you ever 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 the 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 into me.
Take a look.
-Just keep your head.
Get up slowly and
follow me out the back.
-Stop!
Police!
-Ah!
Ow!
God!
-Come on!
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 that was 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.
-The 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 murder...
-Let me guess.
It matched?
- Absolutely.
-That's it!
We're that close to
closing them down.
-I know.
I'm 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 you.
Police.
-Desk clerk was right.
Milo's skipped.
-Yeah.
He left in a big hurry.
First sloppy thing he's done.
-Well killing Jensen
wasn't exactly neat.
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.
All right, we've got some
phone numbers here.
Check those out.
-Yeah.
-This is Shillelagh.
-Shillelagh?
-Might be some kind of code.
-Charlie, we got
dates and times here.
Could be some sort of 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!
Sean.
Sean.
-I'm sorry.
I left the North of Ireland
to away from this madness!
It never ends!
It never ends.
-Shh.
Come on now.
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 them
under armed guard down
in the dressing room area.
- All right.
Good idea.
-Hey, what about those numbers
you found in Connerhan's room?
-Probably telephones.
We've got them all
under surveillance.
You know, I'm worried.
All this guy's gonna
need is one shot.
-Ah, look.
Milo knows we're onto him.
Maybe will get lucky
and he'll back out.
-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?
SEAN DELANEY: 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 murder.
Sefton.
-The British Consul?
Why?
-He was Colonel
Sefton 5 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?
Maureen.
I love you... I... I'll
always love you.
But I've made my choice.
Now you have to make yours.
-Sean?
-Excuse me, Mr. Delaney.
We must stick to the schedule.
-Oh my god.
-Don't worry.
It'll be all right.
There's plenty of protection.
Sean will be just fine.
You know, these...
these last couple of days
have been really rough,
and what I'm going to say
is maybe gonna 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 I'd just
like you to consider...
-Charlie, it's just
the wrong time.
-I... 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 til 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.
MALE SPEAKER 1:
Air One to R10 David.
The roof is secure.
There is no unusual activity.
MALE SPEAKER 2:
R10 David to all units.
Main principal is
arriving at sector five.
They're safely inside now.
Nothing can happen to them.
Believe me, we've
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.
Ah!
We gotta find Charlie!
Come on!
-What was that?
-R10 David, request
fire department
and paramedic
units to sector one.
MALE SPEAKER 1:
Air One to R10 David.
There are explosions.
People are down.
Request immediate RA
units and metro back-up.
-Charlie!
-Stay down.
Stay down!
-Charlie, it's Sean!
He's going to kill Sefton.
The gun is in the cane!
MALE SPEAKER
2: Responding units,
switch to simplex eight.
-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!
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've 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.
FEMALE SPEAKER Last call
for passengers for flight 301.
For passengers for flight 301.