JAG (1995–2005): Season 2, Episode 6 - Trinity - full transcript

(SNIPPING)

(GUN FIRES WITH SILENCER)

(CREAKING)

(BABY COOING)

WOMAN: It's all right.

(SHUSHING)

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

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb, Junior,

suffered a crash while landing his
Tomcat on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps



which investigates, defends
and prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG
lawyer, Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and
out of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity
that made him a Top Gun in the air.

MAN: Morning, Lieutenant.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

HARM: "And from that
time, through wildest woe,

"hope has shone a far light.

"Nor could love's
brightest summer glow,

"outshine that solemn starlight.

"For, thus I hoped
some day to aid.

"Oh, can such hope be vain?

"When my dear country shall
be made a nation once again."

It's about forsaking love for a
higher cause... Independence.



What does that have to
do with child abduction?

It's the only thing the
kidnappers left behind.

Could it be some kind
of coded message?

No. Just a poem. Apparently
a favorite of the baby's father.

So it's not considered
a ransom note?

It seems it's his way of informing
the mother that he has the child

without making an
outright admission.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Enter!

Uh, sir? Flowers for you, sir.

Flowers?

Yes, sir. Roses.

Umm... Set them...
Set them over there.

Yes, sir.

Sir, if, uh,

an insertion team broke in and
out of a US Military base, would...

(COUGHS)

What is it, Mr. Roberts?

Well, a note came
with them, sir.

I'll read it later.

Yes, sir.

(SIGHING) My
Yeoman called in sick.

Had to borrow Lieutenant
Roberts. You were saying, Major?

Well, if this were a
simple custody abduction,

the father would have to
hire his own private army.

He didn't have to. He's IRA.

Which explains why
he likes the poem.

His name is Lorcan Barnes,

leader of an active
Provo faction.

Brits call him The Ghost.

Uh, sir?

There's a Miss Delany on
line 2. Says it's important.

You know, personal.

I'll call her back.

BUD: Yes, sir.

(SIGHING)

Sir, I assumed the baby's
mother was a US Naval officer.

She is.

And she married an IRA leader?

No, she stopped short of that.

Lieutenant Linda Nevins,

former Naval attache in London.

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

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

Oh, her father
pulled a few strings.

Admiral Nevins, CinCPac...

Excuse me, sir, but I really
think you should speak with her.

Lieutenant Roberts,
I am in a briefing.

Yes, sir.

But when I confirmed that
you had received her flowers

and still couldn't take the call

she became very upset.

What line?

Two, sir.

Short version, you're hopping
on the first flight to Heathrow,

then onto Belfast. Admiral
Nevins wants our people on it.

What does he want
us to do in Belfast?

The Royal Ulster Constabulary
has been tracking his movements

in Northern Ireland.

Do what you can to
help them find the kid.

Deal with any legal roadblocks.

Well, I thought you said
this Barnes was a ghost?

Well, Major, I guess
that makes you

ghostbusters.

Aye, sir.

(SIGHING)

Hi, Laura.

HARM: Imagine being
involved with an IRA terrorist?

Talk about being
married to the mob.

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

It just sort of happens.

Oh, now, Major, I never had
you pegged for such a romantic.

Well, you still have to
live with the consequences.

MAN: Would you please give
me a smile, please, one smile.

HARM: Like her? Exactly.

Exactly 24 million consequences.

Lieutenant Commander
Rabb and Major MacKenzie?

That's right. Welcome to the UK.

Jonathan Graham, RUC.

I'm to accompany you to Belfast.

Is there a problem?
Just a precaution.

The IRA have
operatives everywhere.

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

We may be safer traveling alone.

Perhaps. But they did
steal one of your children.

Who knows what they're up to?

And, uh, lose the uniforms.

No point in making
yourselves a target.

GRAHAM: You'll have to
excuse the added security.

Provo activity
has been up lately.

You managed to get
a bead on Barnes yet?

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

Do you think he'll
hurt the child?

GRAHAM: I've long since stopped
trying to figure the buggers out.

But they have the
disposition for it, that's for sure.

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

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

HUTCHENSON: Oh,
we know he had friends!

He had a bloody
network of friends.

(DOOR CLOSING)

What is this? An interrogation?

Certainly not.

She came to us voluntarily.

I met two men at his flat once.

I forget their names. They
left as soon as I got there.

And this was when?

About a year and a half ago.

Probably planning the
Devonshire bombing.

Lorcan had nothing to do with
that. He was with me that night.

Was he? That's strange. What is?

That you should feel
compelled to defend him.

This man who stole your baby.

He's not what you think
he is! You don't know him!

Perhaps it's you who's the
one who doesn't know him.

And who might you be?

Lieutenant Commander
Rabb, US Navy.

Major MacKenzie, United
States Marine Corps.

As you were, Lieutenant.

We represent Lieutenant
Nevins' interest here.

Well, then it seems we
share the same interest.

I'm Inspector
Vincent Hutchenson.

Would you mind if you and I had
a word alone a moment, Inspector?

Not at all. I'm
finished here, I expect.

The Lieutenant has surely
helped us all she can. Good day.

I'll meet you outside.

Not exactly
sympathetic, are they?

No, ma'am.

Have you told them what
Lorcan might want with his son?

They have their own theory.

A human shield.

It wouldn't look good for
the Brits if an American child

was killed while
hunting down a terrorist.

I take it you don't agree?

Lorcan loves Jimmy. He would
never purposely put him in danger.

So what's your theory?

He doesn't want to give him up.

Does he even know him?

I thought you broke off contact
before you even had the baby.

Lieutenant, I'm
here to help you.

If you want to
get your son back,

you'd better start
trusting someone.

Lorcan was living underground
when I first met him.

He didn't tell me he was IRA
until we started talking marriage.

I gave him an ultimatum.

He couldn't give it up.

Seven months later,
Jimmy was born.

I took leave and stayed in
London so Lorcan could see him.

You should have seen his face

the first time he saw his son.

There was an instant bond.

For a moment, I
actually thought he might

give it all up to
take care of him.

But I haven't heard from
him in almost eight months.

So, I finally
requested a transfer.

Jimmy and I were supposed
to leave for Norfolk in 10 days.

I guess Lorcan just wasn't
going to let that happen.

HUTCHENSON: You'll forgive me if
I'm remiss in my sensitivity training.

People seem to forget we're
fighting a war here. Milk and sugar?

No, thank you.

Yes, that's right.

You Yanks like
things straight up.

Inspector, I understand how you might
not appreciate Lieutenant Nevins' position.

A terrorist has her child.
What's not to appreciate?

That the terrorist
is the child's father.

Yes, that.

Well, I'm sure your
Lieutenant knows Mr. Barnes

in an entirely
different context.

I had the honor of interviewing
Mr. Barnes for several days.

He can be quite charming.

You had Barnes in custody?

Well, it's quite
embarrassing, really.

We were moving him
across the Channel

when his compatriots
slipped him off the ferry.

There was something of a
mole. We tended it, mind you.

So he hasn't resurfaced?

Oh, he's resurfaced all
right. Causing bloody havoc.

Who knows how many
deaths he's caused?

So they've given up on
reaching a peace agreement?

There'll be no peace
with the likes of him about.

Well, if he's that active there must be
intelligence on him, leads, informants.

Information grows
old quickly, my friend.

The devil moves
about every 12 hours.

He fancies himself
Yasser Arafat.

Well, so where do I start?

Well, you're going to
find him yourself, are you?

Respectfully, sir, the child
seems low on your priority list.

Respectfully, sir, he is.

I'm no more motivated at finding
Mr. Lorcan Barnes than I was yesterday.

The baby only
complicates the matter.

Inspector, I
appreciate your candor.

But as far as I'm concerned
the child is the matter.

If Lieutenant Nevins can provide
a lead, I'll happily chase it down.

Short of that, I wouldn't
expect too much.

There's a reason we
call him The Ghost.

MAC: So what? That
means we're on our own?

Well, he prefers we go home
and wait for the phone to ring.

Yeah, not likely.

I think he knows that.

Lieutenant?

What is it?

It's Lorcan.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORN BLOWING)

(MAN YELLING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Now, why would Barnes risk being
spotted outside RUC headquarters

just to catch a glimpse
of Lieutenant Nevins?

Maybe he wanted
more than just a glimpse.

And we spooked him away?

Yeah. Maybe this
whole abduction thing

is a twisted way
to hold on to her.

Oh, yeah. Kidnapping
a woman's baby

is a hell of a way
to win her heart.

Oh, he doesn't have to win it.

She's still in love with him.

LINDA: Commander?

I thought we agreed you'd
stay in the hotel, Lieutenant?

Moore. Excuse me?

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

He gave Lorcan a job as
a kid in a... in a boxing club

to keep him out of trouble.

Where did Lorcan grow up?

Somewhere near Newry.

MOORE: Go to the guts, lad!

That head's a post!

(GRUNTING)

HARM: We're
looking for Jack Moore.

(MEN CHATTERING)

Ah, come on! Come on,
you've got to risk a stinging

if you want a bite of honey!

Jack Moore? Who's asking?

US Navy.

Are you now? We don't get
many of those around these parts.

We're looking for an old
friend of yours, Lorcan Barnes.

Old friend of mine, you say?

I know a Joey Barnes, real
scrapper. Can't say I know a Lorcan.

LINDA: He said you
were like an uncle to him.

Perhaps you're looking
for another Jack Moore?

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

Keep your head up!

He'll tag you from underneath!

Barnes and this lady
share a child together.

A child who could be in danger.

Wish I could help you, lass.

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

Well, if you remember anything,

we're at the
Windsor Inn, Belfast.

How many times must
I tell you to duck, huh?

Seeing the sights while you're there,
are you? Hitting the pubs and whatnot?

If there's time.

Try O'Shaughnessy's
on Eaton Place.

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

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

Thanks. I'll keep that in mind.

My pleasure.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN: More power to you, Shane.

Why do I feel like I'm
entering hostile territory?

Well, if you're even
half right about Barnes,

all we need to do is
knock and he'll answer.

So what? You just
walk up to the bartender

and ask if there are any IRA
members we could talk to?

Something like that.

Can I have a stout?

What kind? Fogerty.

Are you sure?
It has a bite on it.

I'll take my chances.

This'll cost you three pounds.

I can make that happen.

Lost are you?

Why? Do I look lost?

This isn't exactly
a tourist attraction.

I'm looking for someone.

Is he a hooligan?

Depends who you ask.

Well, you'll not find him here.

This clientele consists solely
of self-declared degenerates.

Any IRA?

No, just your regular
thieving bastards.

We're not political.

(CHUCKLES)

Know anyone who is?

Well, I can't help
you there, Sunshine.

(SLURRING) If you
don't mind me saying,

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

Um, if... if you don't
mind me saying.

Thank you.

You know, we have a tradition
here at O'Shaughnessy's.

Every new patron must
challenge the pub champion

to a game of darts.

And who might that be?

(LAUGHS) Why
that... That'd be me!

Sorry, I don't play darts.

Well, that's not a problem. You
see, I'm a very, very good teacher.

Oh, that's all right. I'll pass.

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

Hey? ALL: Hey!

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

Here, now take this. Take this.

Now you pull back
slightly and then you...

you lob it easy like
you're... Like you're...

Like you're tossing
pennies down a well.

I hear you're looking
for Lorcan Barnes.

Now, don't look at me, no! No,
lass. You gotta look at the board.

Look at the board.
Oh, and your feet.

You've got spread your
feet shoulder width apart.

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

That's it. Yes.

Well, he's not going to be showing
himself with the RUC all over, you know?

I didn't know they were.

Yeah. Now lean forward
just a bit. Yeah, that's it. Yes.

Yeah, well, there's one over at
the... at the bar near your friend.

There's more outside. And
there's others in the hotel.

That's grand. Oh, that's grand.

That's just... but, oh. You're gripping
too tight. Light fingers. Light fingers.

3:00. Corner of Dunbar
and York, with Linda.

But only if you lose
your tail, all right?

All right, now, let's
see what you've got.

Let's show us how you're doing.

Oh, that's grand! Isn't she
wonderful? You're a natural, love.

MAN: MacKenzie's
coming out with Nevins.

What are they up to?

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

Negative. I've got nothing.

Come on. Come on.

I've lost them.

They're on the bus.

All right. Will follow.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Dunbar and York.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Wait here, will you?

You sure this is it, sir?

Well, according to
Major MacKenzie.

Of course, she has
been wrong before.

It's unlocked.

Wait! What's wrong?

I was hoping for someplace a little
more public. This doesn't feel right.

Let's go. I can't, sir.

It's not open for debate,
Lieutenant. Let's go.

Sir, with all due respect, if you
don't want to stay, I understand.

But he's got my child.

I'll do whatever I
have to to find him.

All right. I'll go.

You stay out of sight.
I'll be back in a minute.

KID 1: Pass it on, pass it on.

KID 2: Come on.

(KIDS CLAMORING)

Commander.

Commander?

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

MAN: He awake?

Indeed. Good.

So?

What's your name, soldier?

HARM: I'm not a
soldier. I'm Navy.

Pardon me. Sailor, then.

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

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb. What's yours?

And what are you
doing in Ireland,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb?

Where's Lieutenant Nevins?

I'll be asking the
questions here, sailor.

I need to know if
Lieutenant Nevins is all right.

No need to worry.

Just wanted to
hear your story first.

Contrast and
compare, so to speak.

Why are the Americans
working with the RUC?

We're not exactly
working with them.

Really?

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

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

I'm listening.

Where's Barnes?

Not your concern.

HARM: I have to
talk with Barnes.

Or am I talking
with him already?

Just answer the question.

We're helping Lieutenant
Nevins find her son.

What?

Her baby was abducted from
Holy Loch three nights ago.

What do... What do
you mean abducted?

Kidnapped. By who?

I don't know. You tell me.

No, you bloody sod! You tell me!

(COCKING GUN) You
tell me! Where is he?

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

Bastards!

Hello, Linda.

Lorcan.

HARM: Are you
all right, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

I want to hear it
from your own lips.

What happened to you?
Why are you doing this?

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

What did you expect me to do?

You took him without leaving
me any way to contact you.

Turned even you against
me, have they, Linda?

You mean you didn't take Jimmy?

Why would you
think such a thing?

How safe would he
be here in Belfast?

The poem.

The poem that you wrote
to me when you decided

you'd rather fight for
the cause than marry me!

What about it?

It was left in Jimmy's crib.

(WHISPERS) Oh...

Who else could have
known about the poem?

Hutchenson.

The Inspector? How?

I got word my mother was
sick, supposed to be dying.

Turned out to be a ruse.
They grabbed me on the way in.

What does that have
to do with Jimmy?

They had me in the
keep for six days.

Used every trick they
could to break me.

I'll spare you the details.
Suffice it to say, it was working.

Until I started to repeat
that poem to myself.

Reminded me of you.

And of Ireland.

I didn't realize till now I must
have been saying it out loud.

Now that bastard's
used it against me.

Why didn't you come back?
You could have left all this behind.

Now you've dragged
our son into it!

I was too hot after
they sprang me.

I thought it best to stay away.

The enemy will use anything
they can, as you can see.

Let us go.

I'll contact our
State Department.

The American
government won't stand by

and allow one of its
citizens to be held illegally.

What do you think
they're going to say?

"Crivens, you caught
us. Here's the kid?"

They don't admit to their own
treachery. They won't admit to this.

Jimmy's as good as
dead if it comes to that.

Then you have to give
them what they want.

You have to turn yourself in.

Oh, have I?

Jimmy will turn up
in a park somewhere

or be recovered in some raid.

You know what will happen if
they get me back in the keep again?

Every man in my unit will
end up dead or in prison.

I'll be better off
committing suicide. No!

Then we play dumb until
we have proof they have him.

Tanks are rolling down
Westlink. They're heading this way.

(COCKING GUNS)

(BEEPING)

Go! Go! Go! Go!

They're on the move.
Heading southeast.

(BARKING)

RAFERTY: They're
passing the tenement.

They've got a fix
on us! He's wired!

We searched him. He
could have swallowed it.

Wait a minute. Shut up!

Hold on. Hold on.

I didn't know.

Let's hope you didn't.

They're moving again.
Turn east down Millfield.

(SIREN WAILING)

(BEEPING)

Closing in. 50 yards.

Come on! Come on!
Wait for it! Wait for it!

Why are we stopping?

(BARKING)

Bloody hell.

Wait for it. Go!

RAFERTY: Go! Go! Go!

(FROGS CROAKING)

Almost got us
killed there, sailor.

It was unintentional,
believe me.

We're not in the habit
of believing anybody.

I say we kill him
now and get on with it.

HARM: Right now we
share the same goal.

You know nothing of our goals.

That'll be, Seamus.

HARM: I'm talking
about your son.

He's a liability.
I said that'll be!

So, any new ideas, sailor?

We need to get
Jimmy back ourselves.

Oh, that's bloody brilliant.

And how do you
expect to do that?

Hey, as bad as
it is between you,

the British would never approve
the kidnapping of an American citizen.

HARM: The majority of the
RUC are probably working

under the assumption
you stole the baby.

I still don't see
how that helps us.

It means this is limited
to a handful of people.

Your son is probably
not that heavily guarded.

Would you mind telling
us how we find him?

We bluff.

Everyone arrested
lived in the neighborhood.

No direct lines to IRA strands.

Anything on the Yank? No.

But if they kill him, we have one
hell of a public relations bomb.

Well, see it doesn't
blow up in our face.

Any word on Lieutenant Commander
Rabb or Lieutenant Nevins?

If you'll excuse me, Major,
I'll get to you when I can.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(PHONE RINGING)

You could be waiting awhile.

Thought you might
enjoy a cup of tea.

No, thanks, I'm
a coffee drinker.

You really should try
this blend. It's quite Irish.

Well, in that case, thank you.

My pleasure.

I thought I had explained it to your
Lieutenant Commander rather clearly.

We're dealing with
terrorists. You don't negotiate.

Had he listened to me,
he wouldn't be missing.

What makes you think
he tried to negotiate?

Oh, come on, Major.

Let's not play games.

What game is that, Inspector?

Withholding information?

What exactly would
you like to know?

Are Commander Rabb and
Lieutenant Nevins still alive?

I honestly don't know.

But the chances are they won't
be before the IRA's finished.

You sound pretty sure.

The IRA kills. It's their mission.
And they're damn good at it.

That's a rather parochial
approach, don't you think?

How should I approach it, Major?

The IRA murder indiscriminately.
Women, children, no matter.

The six counties are filled with
thousands of people who have seen

their loved ones
butchered by these animals.

Including you?

Perhaps it's clouding
your judgment.

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

Now, if there's nothing else.

Actually, there is.

Lieutenant Nevin's son had a checkup
two days before he was kidnapped.

He had something that
looked like a bug bite,

so the base doctor
did a routine blood test.

It came back positive
for Lyme disease.

And how do you know that?

I checked in with the base.

If the baby's not treated
immediately, he could die.

Well, we're doing
everything we possibly can.

I can't promise you
any more than that.

But, please, stay in your hotel.

I don't need any
more complications.

If you'll call me as soon
as you know anything?

On my honor.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Do you ever think about us?

Only all the time.

And you haven't reconsidered?

Look, Linda, it's not a
decision I took lightly.

And I can't say it hasn't
come without regrets. But...

there are some things in life that
are more important than happiness.

If I didn't know you better,

I'd say you weren't sure.

I couldn't get out now,

not even if I wanted to.

(DOOR OPENING)

They went for it.

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

RAFERTY: We've got an
address and a phone number!

Looks like we're
in business, sailor.

How long will it
take us to get there?

Forty minutes. All right,
come on, let's get moving.

Looks like I'll be saying
goodbye again, Linda.

Can't say I cared for
it much the first time.

Kevin here will take you
directly to the US Consulate.

No, I'm going with you.

I'm afraid I can't have that.

You're taking him.

He's insurance.

I don't look at you in the
same way. Look, no offense.

He's my son, too, Lorcan.

Aye.

And he'll need a
parent left to raise him.

God be with you, my love.

I'll get him back, Lieutenant.

Get them both back, sir.

MAN: I apologize if there
was a mistake, Doctor.

But I tested the sample myself.

I can assure you
it was negative.

Thank you.

Shut it down.

We need to cut our
losses. Destroy all evidence.

Sir?

She conned us. They're onto it.

You do know what I mean
by "destroy all evidence"?

Sad to say I do.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

You've got quite a
network in place here.

The mother of necessity and all.

Is all of it?

Necessary? The violence?

Only legitimate targets.

Still, there are always
alternatives to killing.

Well, you can afford
such civility, can't you?

You have your liberty.

Spilled a fair share of British
blood for it, too, if I recall.

It was a different
time, different place.

Different war?

And what the hell
do you think this is?

Something's wrong.
Our man's gone.

I think they're moving on her.

(BEEPING)

Mac, these are with us! Get in!

BARNES: Go! Go! Go! Go!

It's blown. We
have to lose the kid.

Well, how?

I think you know.

No. I can't.

No way.

Come on.

You can't tell me you didn't
know it could come to this.

You do it.

Let's just leave him somewhere.

They'll never be
able to link him to us.

He's just a baby.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

You'll need a third man.

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

You need someone
to cover the back.

You can't go in the front alone.

I've done it before. Not
with your child in the room.

You can't just go in spraying.

Miles, you're with me.

Think you can manage driving?

Pull it around to the
front and have it ready.

We could be coming out fast.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Done.

HARM: There they are.

Damn.

Graham.

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

Harm!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GUN FIRING)

Seamus!

HARM: Let's get the hell
out of here. Back of the van!

HARM: We just want the baby!

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

Just walk away and
no one'll get hurt.

You'll never get him.

We're unarmed. Fake it.

One, two, three, go.

Freeze!

(BABY CRYING)

Don't do it!

I don't have a choice.

(GUN FIRING)

There now. You're all right. Come here.
It's all right. You're safe. You're safe.

Your daddy has you.
No, your daddy has you.

Come on, now. Come on. Jimmy,
you're safe now. You're safe.

Come on. Come on.

(SIRENS WAILING)

We best get going. I'll give
you odds that's Hutchenson.

Don't do it, Barnes.

There's been enough killing
for today, don't you think?

Indeed there has.

Go straight to your
Consulate. Don't trust anyone!

Where are you going? Just
get the boy to his mother.

Wait! There has
to be another way.

Tell Linda I love her.

Let's go.

Let's go.

There it is.

(SIREN WAILING)

Just keep walking.

Run!

(BABY CRYING)
Open the gate, Marine.

Stop right there, both of you.

Back away from the gate.

Jimmy.

Stand back, ma'am.

Don't let them in,
son. They're fugitives.

Arrest them. Open the gate!

HUTCHENSON: Hands on
your head. Get on the ground.

Shoot them if they step inside.

(COCKING GUNS)

Step inside.

(CRYING)

Oh, you're okay, thank
God. I got you back.

Is Lorcan okay?

I'm sorry.

(CRYING)

The Brits picked up Hutchenson in
Londonderry. Have him on a suicide watch.

They want to make
sure he gets to trial.

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

You've got to make peace first.

(WOMAN CHATTERING
ON P.A. SYSTEM)

"From time to time,

"through wildest woe,

"hope has shone, a far light.

"Nor could love's
brightest summer glow

"Outshine that
solemn starlight."