XIII: The Series (2011–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Irish Version - full transcript
Following up on a lead he got while in the Venezuelan prison, XIII travels to Ireland--with Jones in tow. There, they soon find themselves in the middle of an international arms deal that could have repercussions across the world.
Previously on "XIII"
Let me help you out
some more.
Miguel Santos.
He was your trainer and your handler
after the CIA recruited you.
You're going to get yourself
arrested for buying drugs?
Santos is the only lead
I have right now,
about what happened to
me in those 5 years
that my file went blank.
You learned your
Spanish is Costa Verde.
Ryan Flay, you were
his trainer.
- Shame.
- What?
I asked Santos about Ryan Flay
and he kept saying shame.
What does it mean?
No idea.
Sheridan
set me up.
When you finally discover
who you really were,
you'll understand that you
and I have a lot in common.
I could have been
an interrogator.
Tortured people.
Looked like a robbery gone bad,
just like you wanted.
Your next target is in an
apartment above Cantina Morisquos.
Why would he
do that?
You didn't send him to
that rendition camp to rot
because he had faith
in his moral fiber.
You need to
move on.
You need to keep searching
for who you are.
That is what Sam
would have wanted.
Nice décor.
Yeah the previous
occupant was a middleman
for a drug cartel.
DEA knocked out the head of the
outfit a couple of weeks ago,
so if anyone comes back here
it's going to be in pieces.
Look, you'll be
safe here alright?
Nobody knows about this place
except for me.
I know it's not Sam's
place but it's a place.
Yeah.
All of the improvements they have
made are state of the art.
Fully shielded,
fiber and electric,
set con routed through
third parties,
fully redundant
systems.
Completely
untraceable.
Lucky me.
Sam deserved
better, Ryan.
So do you.
I appreciate that.
So your debrief
for Venezuela--
You said that asking Santos about
Ryan Flay was a dead end?
I definitely knew
him and he knew me,
he seemed to
recognize the photo,
at least I thought so.
He kept saying
"shame."
Shame-- Shame--
Ahhhhh!
Shame on what?
Shame on me? On him?
I did some checking
into Santos.
And?
Open it.
You know that Ryan
Flay was recruited
by a company called Transcom,
which is a CIA front operation, right?
What you don't know is that he
wasn't the only one recruited.
You obviously
have a theory.
Shame--
What if shame isn't
an emotion here?
What if it's a name?
Seamus.
Seamus O'Neill.
O'Neil was definitely
a CIA asset.
And his intake date was exactly
the same as Ryan Flay's.
So we must have
known each other.
Unfortunately, the CIA loses the plot
on Seamus O'Neill fairly quickly.
What they lost
an asset?
It happens more often
than you think.
Shamus O'Neil went
home to Glenlarkin to
await assignment but
was never called up.
That's odd.
Yeah, very.
Glenlarkin is
NRA territory--
You think they're
involved?
Well there's
no way to be sure.
But what I do know is there's a flight
leaving for Ireland in the morning.
There are even a couple
of aisle seats left.
Two conditions.
I'm listening.
One.
Don't follow me.
Because Giordino
will be following you.
Understood.
Two?
Redecorate.
I was a secret agent,
betrayed by
my own people.
Robbed of my face,
my memories, my history--
Hidden in my past
is a secret that
threatens all humanity.
I search for answers
with nothing to hold onto
but the tattoo that
has become my name.
I am XIII.
♪ XIII: The Series - 1x04 ♪
The Irish Job
Original Air Date May 11, 2011
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
This better be
important.
I'm on track to
break 80.
TSA logs
just came in.
XIII tripped facial scanners
in JFK on his way to Dublin.
What the hell's he doing
in Ireland?
We think it has something
to do with an old asset.
An old Transcom recruit
named Seamus O'Neill.
Irish National.
What do we know?
File was buried with CIA
bureaucracy so long
it didn't trip anything when
it was accessed last week.
Who made the request?
We don't know.
They covered
their tracks..
O'Neill's a footnote,
but it appears he trained
along side Ryan Flay.
Now this could be
an opportunity.
How so?
The data that XIII
delivered was incomplete..
O'Neill, or someone like him
they might be able to
lead him to the other pieces.
Well you tell me this--
if XIII's memory is gone,
how is he making contact
with old friends?
Guardian angel in the
intelligence community.
Oh that won't do.
Not unless we're
running them.
I don't want XIII finding anything
unless we can access it too.
You find the angel.
And clip their damn wings.
♪
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Hi, I have a reservation
for two nights.
Ah, yes.
The Yank!
Oatmeal and a fry
in the morning til half eight.
Bathroom's
down the hall.
Fresh towel every day.
One per room.
Thanks.
That arrived
for ya.
My condolences.
You're a tourist?
Or just family business.
I'm just passing through.
He wanted to
come home.
Actually, I'm also looking
for a buddy from college--
We lost touch.
Can I show you
a picture?
Kelly O'Neill's boy;
Seamus.
Oh, you knew him.
Terrible scrapper--
He got caught up
in it at the end.
In the troubles?
That father
of his.
We were so relieved
when he went to America.
But he came back.
Yes.
After his father passed.
For a time.
Then he was
gone again.
God help her, doesn't
Moira still pine for him?
Moira?
Where can I
find her?
Pulling pints in town,
same as ever, I'd expect.
Thanks.
Thank you
very much.
♪
♪
Tommy, that cider better be
your first or I'll be hurt.
For once it's not as grey as
a banker's smile out there.
How are yous?
Right. Who needs
another refill?
How 'bout you then?
Pint.
Whiskey chaser.
Ah.
A Yank.
You tryin' to impress me
with that order?
Maybe.
Moira.
Ryan.
I'll get you
your pint.
♪
That's a Claddagh.
I have one too.
It's Irish.
A Claddagh friendship ring.
Usually there are
two of them.
Right, is your wife
with you then?
Oh, I'm not
married.
You're wearing it
wrong, I'm afraid.
Left hand, crown in
means you're married.
Right hand, crown out means
the heart's still lookin'.
Yours is turned in.
Spoken for.
Who's the lucky guy?
We don't need
sad stories, do we?
Let me see if I can
guess his name.
Not Paddy.
You okay, love?
Ah, don't worry.
Not Michael.
You are a persistent
bugger.
How about
Seamus?
Seamus hasn't been in
in a long while.
Any idea where
I could find him?
No, I don't.
Pint's on me.
There won't be
another.
There's an American in here,
he's winding Moira up.
How'd she seem?
Rattled.
Okay, tell me
about the yank.
Bit a swagger, good teeth--
A Yank, Brendan!
What do you want
me to say?
This is a bad time for anyone
to be asking questions!
Ah, that's why
I called ya.
What do you want
me to do?
Nip it in the bud.
Okay, boss.
♪
♪
You alright, Moira?
I'm not made
of China.
Go on,
give us a light.
Brandon hates to
see you upset.
You tell Brandon not to
be starting with me again.
♪
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CRASH!
♪
♪
You wanted to
see me, Sir?
Close the door.
Imagine my surprise
this morning.
I'm sorry, Sir?
XIII departs for Dublin.
15:20 hours.
Really.
Ireland is one
of the largest
arms transshipment
points in Europe.
There are eight groups
with a presence there.
I don't want XIII anywhere
near any of them.
I should have been
told about the trip.
Maybe he's going to
kiss the Blarney stone.
Was that supposed to
be funny?
No. No, Sir, it wasn't,
but the President's
standing orders are to allow
XIII freedom of movement.
If you have a different
interpretation of that directive,
I'd be happy to
hear it.
I don't have to agree
with the President's decisions
in order to protect
his interests.
I'll certainly keep
that in mind, Sir.
If there's nothing else.
Who is
Seamus O'Neill?
Sit down.
Is XIII trying to
contact him?
No. He's just trying to
figure out who he is.
Or maybe he's building
an arsenal and he's meeting
with former IRA terrorists who
are a security threat to the U.S.
Sir, I assure you
that is not the case.
You're very naïve,
Agent Jones!
But you seem to be the
resident XIII whisperer,
so I want you there.
Next time, I want to
find out about it
before it's
yesterday's news.
Yes, Sir.
Now you can go.
♪
♪
♪
You want the
police down on us?
They should mark it
on the road signs.
It's a hazard.
You shut--
Brendan, you can't
freelance a move like this.
That'll get you 2 slugs
in your kneecaps.
And we're back to the
IRA history lesson.
Tourist drives drunk--
Whoops, cracked head.
None of yours,
boy.
We was just
scarin' him off.
Oi. Watch the boxes,
yeah?
You haven't been a hard
man for years, Murphy,
I don't expect you to
be bold.
Bold! Bold--
Bold's gonna get you
jammed up or in a box.
Can we talk about our
thuggy cousins, now?
That depends.
Depends on your driver
and your truck.
You have them here
by eight,
they'll be on the road
by eight-thirty--
My man'll be there.
Chinese freighter docks
in Galway, first light.
The right people
have been paid.
Just another load of Crisps
and Pot Noodle going to market.
Okay, and the Belgians
are in London,
they're gonna hook
up with the Dutch.
We give them the word, they'll
be here within a matter of hours.
We don't have to
'Sieg Heil', do we?
Maybe we can scare up
some Black Forest cake,
bit a strudel.
Strudel, yeah--
Franz might
like that.
Look, they might be right wing,
but their money's good. Alright?
Right wing, my arse,
Neo Nazies is what they are.
They had complaints
about the price.
Typical. Bad enough
they can't afford their pure,
German made guns.
Now they have to
go and haggle over my lovely,
state-of-the-art Chinese knockoff?
They have concerns,
okay?!
They're getting' ordnance that'd drive
INTERPOL up their Adolf-loving arses.
Which is exactly why
they're still on the hook.
Good.
My contacts,
my front, your network.
See how nicely
everyone plays.
Don't play me,
Brendan.
Maybe it'll be a couple of
grenades in your pillow.
Give the wife a
bang for a change.
You little shi--
Ah, ah--
Hip Hop and Red Bull
makes them crazy.
Alright.
Your pipeline worked.
Turns out groceries are the
perfect cover. You were right.
Keep it up.
Could be the first of many.
Would you look at that,
Yankee tourist all forgotten.
Now can we all stay smiley
long enough to get rich?
Sure.
See ya, fool.
♪
♪
Accident?
Yeah.
You'll be wanting
a hospital, then?
Uh, no.
I see.
It was that
sort of accident.
The name's Mullway.
Sean.
Ryan Flay.
You're were askin' in town
about Seamus O'Neill.
I guess those questions hit
a sore spot with somebody.
Bad sorts, the O'Neill's.
Rebels and hard luck
types, all of them.
Seamus--
I wouldn't be surprised
if he came to a bad end.
More than that
I don't ask.
So the peace brought
no peace to Glenlarkin?
Take away a man's politics,
he soon turns to money.
Is that what
happens?
To me?
I'm well out
of all of that.
Say you were
still that sort...
Where would I
find you?
Look it's just a
whole lotta noise.
Not worth getting
tied into.
If you're smart,
you'd be on your way.
Yeah.
♪
♪
I need to talk to
you in private.
There's something about
the way you looked at
everybody else in
the bar today.
I think you were
sizing them up.
Like lambs for slaughter.
Seamus used to do that.
I knew Seamus.
Back in Bolder.
Right, college friends?
And I'm Pop Benect.
My name is
Ryan Flay.
Are you sure you have
no idea where he is?
He just ran off,
didn't he.
Not a word.
Him gone and forgotten
and me sitting here
waiting like a fool.
Someone ran my car
off the road today.
Someone who didn't want me
asking questions about Seamus.
That's got nothing
to do with me.
I think it does,
Moira.
I have loved Seamus since
I was fifteen years old.
But the coldness, I never
found the bottom of it.
Men like you and him are
riddled with heartbreak.
And there's not one
of you can be saved.
Brendan Towey.
What about him?
Owns a food
distributors in town,
he inherited it,
lucky sod.
I've been fightin'
him off for years.
He's always coming in,
bragging about
how hard a man
he is, as if--
As if that's all it would
take to take Seamus' place.
That and free crisps.
Brendan didn't like
Seamus.
And Seamus
kept secrets.
Brendan was younger
he ran his mouth off
so much
he leaked like
a sieve.
And he always had big
plans, mostly about guns.
You need to go.
♪
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♪
♪
I wanna get
a huge Sony.
Fifty-eight, sixty-one
inches. An X-Box.
Sixty-one inches
my bollocks.
That hole
of a flat you're in,
you gotta hang your
business out the window
if you wanna get
a good flush.
What are you gonna
do with a TV?
What's your plan for
your cut then, Brendan?
Real-estate, boys.
Depressed mortgages
in Dublin and Limerick.
Tellin' ya, Celtic Tiger
has life in her yet.
My arse.
Who knows?
That much flash maybe
I'll get me a little lady.
Go riding.
- Those guys friends of yours?
- Ah--
Small town, everybody's in
everybody's business.
What business
would that be?
Oh, that talk a lot.
Occasionally get pissed.
Anything else you'd be
better off asking them?
I was just curious.
Hmm-- 'Cause you're a
long-lost relative, right?
Let's go, lads!
We got a job to do.
See yas later,
Moira.
Bye, love.
"Prosperity" painted
right in the side.
And they say the Chinese
don't have a sense of humor.
We're gonna go
over this again!
There's a right way and
a wrong way of doin' it
and there's no mistakes.
They as
touchy as you are?
Your Gestapo friends.
My men line
the men and cover,
your boys stay the
hell back here--
I set up the deal
with the Chinese.
Baby sat it all the way,
dealt with the middleman,
drank a whole lot
of tea
and gained their trust.
You boys are just the
bank, so act accordingly.
I'm getting sick
of your mouth!
And I think you should
watch your place.
Boss!
Look what I found!
And where are you
going, love?
Just making sure the
factory's wheat-free, guys.
Who the hell is that?
It's that girl
from the pub.
This place was
locked up.
I was just looking for a
bathroom and I can see
you guys are busy,
I'm fine to go--
She's been snooping!
You said this was secure!
You, shut it!
Take her out
the back, boy.
Go 'round back!
Go!
Get down!
Stay down!
CRASH!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Amateurs!
What the hell
just happened?!
Damn it!
You want to tell me
what's going on?
What are we doing all
the way out here?
♪
Do you mind telling me
how you came over here
looking for Seamus O'Neill
and ended up
in the middle of an
international arms deal?
Maybe later.
Do you have
any idea how far
out onto a limb
I've gone for you?
Amos thinks you're over
here building an arsenal.
I gotta tell you, this doesn't
exactly prove him wrong.
I trusted you.
You promised
you wouldn't follow me.
I had no choice.
♪
Mrs. Derkin.
I heard you come in
from the garden.
Oh...
I was just bringing you
a fresh towel...
Oh--
One per day.
Get on the phone, find
out anything you can
about Neo Nazi groups in
Europe looking to deal arms.
I don't understand
your plan.
You're looking at it.
Bit early for you,
Brendan.
Yeah, the motor
ways are covered.
He must have
the van stashed.
We'll find him,
I promise.
We have time.
Yeah, we'll still
make the meeting.
I have no use for a van full
of weapons, Brendan.
What do want then?
Information about
Seamus O'Neill.
Nobody talks
about Seamus.
Then maybe it's time.
I heard he had
some shady friends.
C.I.A. friends.
Some women like that
sort of thing.
I'll trade you the weapons
for intel on Seamus.
Where he is,
how he got there.
Give me your cell.
You know, if I sing a song
about Seamus,
you might not like
how it ends.
As long as it's the truth,
you get your truck.
I'll let you know the where
and when to make the trade.
♪
♪
Oh, uh, no,
thank you.
But, uh...
keep it close.
Everything alright?
Fantastic.
You look sick
with worry.
You know, that's
not good for ya.
Gives ya lines
around the eyes.
And gout, I think...
How long have you known
Ryan, Mr. Mullway?
I met him on the road.
Just a good samaritan.
Doing my best to
improve the community.
Uh huh.
You're an American.
You should appreciate
the value in that.
How many countries are you
renovating right now?
Excuse me.
Tom, what do you got?
Okay, send it to
my phone.
I owe you one.
Thanks.
You can't be here.
Mrs. Derkin let me in.
You have to leave.
For years I held a sliver of
hope that maybe he'd come back.
Today, after hearing
you two talking,
that all fell away.
I'm sorry, Moira.
Did Seamus tell Brendan
about working with the C.I.A.?
He told nobody but me.
He burned all his
communications.
Wrote in code in
his black book.
This place is
dangerous.
Why would you wait so long
before coming to look for him?
He said he was
your friend.
It's complicated.
♪
I was injured.
I don't even
remember Seamus.
I don't remember
anything.
I was hoping that
he'd help me.
Well...
Aren't we a pair then.
I'm sorry I said
you were cold.
You weren't wrong.
You just dredged up
all these memories.
I'm sorry about that.
And you...
Not to remember
anything you've lost.
I think that
must be worse.
No.
Yes.
No.
It won't make
it easier.
I suppose not.
For either one of us.
I don't think that's the
way the world works.
I suppose.
You find out what
happened to Seamus.
That much
I promise you.
♪
♪
Yeah, boss?
She came to
see the Yank.
For how long?
Twenty minutes.
Maybe a little bit longer.
Okay.
When the Yank calls with
the van's location we move.
The one who kills him
gets a thousand Euros.
What about Moira?
I'm done with her.
♪
Do you know Tom Sabathia,
my analyst on the Europe desk?
Can't say that I do.
Well he's doing
great work for Jones.
Pulling together intel on Neo-Nazi
groups looking to deal weapons.
Assumed it was off
your authorization.
Jones is on a
special assignment.
I suppose Jones sees
some strategic advantage
in stirring that pot.
Operationally, what
would be the up side?
Trust.
Turning an asset.
Cover for a legend,
or counter-intelligence.
I'd really have to know
more about the specific op.
Anyway--
Tom says that Jones'
inquiries are more
general than specific,
so it might just be
some deep background.
Where would they be
buying the guns from?
Hell, I can name six or
seven new vendors right now.
Guns are a
sellers market.
Anyone less capable,
I might caution them
against opening such
a Pandora's box.
Yeah.
But Jones--
A very capable
operative.
Very capable.
Anyway, just wanted
you to know that she
and Tom are working
very well together.
Inter-agency
cooperation at its finest.
Good night, Sir.
♪
♪
We still have
a deal?
We have a deal.
Come closer.
Just stay
cool here, lads.
That's far enough.
Tell me about
Seamus O'Neill.
He was a lousy
dancer.
And when he went to
America nobody blinked.
Nobody cared.
That's not what
I want to know.
The family he
came from?
Patriots.
All of them.
And him consulting
with the C.I.A.
How did that look?
You were in love
with his girl.
How did that look?
What happened to him,
Brendan?
Where is Seamus now?
Back in the day, the IRA
would rouse you at night
if you looked at a man
the wrong way.
Your Ma would never know
where you were buried.
What the hell is this?
But the troubles
were over
and the boys had
lost their edge.
That's a load
of bollocks!
That's the truth!
When I overheard Seamus asking
his orders from the C.I.A.,
I did what these
tossers couldn't.
You little bastard.
I did what needed to
be done.
And now the traitor's
sleeping with his fathers
and that's better
than he deserved!
With his fathers.
Yeah.
Okay.
A noble cause as the
excuse to kill a boyfriend
is never a good idea.
And one last thing.
Think before you start
shooting.
You never know
who you might hit.
I had a chat
with your buyers.
They had concerns.
Hold!
Everybody
just calm down!
This can still happen!
Don't move, man!
Let him go, Brendan!
For God sakes!
I'm tellin' ya!
Stop walking!
As long as the cargo
is here, Brendan,
the odd man over there
doesn't matter.
I told you, Brendan,
I'm not interested in the guns.
Lower your weapons,
Brendan!
Let's have no
misunderstandings here, okay!
It's all in there, Brendan.
The automatic rifles,
the grenades--
Even the C-4.
Look, I'm dropping
you at Moira's.
Make sure she stays
off the street.
Where are you going?
Church!
♪
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Seamus...
♪
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Ugh!
Oh!
♪
THUD
♪
Brendan's dead,
Moira.
Good.
We better clear out.
If any of those boys survived,
they'll be out for blood.
Moira...
It looks like Seamus
was shot in the back.
He wouldn't
have suffered.
Figures.
Brendan wouldn't have the
stones to look him in the eyes.
He was a jealous
snake.
What will you
do now?
Put Seamus to
proper rest.
Then leave here.
Should have done it
a long time ago.
It's hard to let
go of old ghosts.
Seamus' book.
It's full of ciphers.
There's nothing in here
for me.
We'll get into this
when we get back.
There is something
that you should have.
The Claddagh
was a promise.
It's a promise he
meant to keep.
He always did like
the flash.
He guarded it
with his life.
♪
♪
The group included members
of the Belgian, Dutch
and French far right and
various Neo-Nazi elements.
The Belgian cell was
responsible for bombing
a marketplace in
Antwerp last year.
Cooperation between
these groups is new.
Securing grenades and
military-grade explosives
would have been a
significant escalation.
But we have reliable ground
reports that the
senior leadership
of this group was
liquidated in Ireland
forty-eight hours ago.
Completely liquidated?
Yes.
In large part due to
cooperation between
CIA and NSA assets.
Good integration,
people. Well done.
Who did
the liquidating?
It appears the arms deal went south
and they turned on each other.
They also took out
ex-I.R.A. assets that
MI-6 had recently
reclassified as "active."
As D.N.I., my report to
the President will state
that these events set back
European activities by eleven months.
So collateral damage
works for us for a change.
The evidence
points to that.
For now.
That's all.
Thank you, Sir.
Thanks,
everyone.
You know I know a senior analyst
at Langley who's big into crypto
if you want an
assist with that.
I've got it covered.
Another talent I
never knew I had.
Background and operational
details for an infiltration mission.
What kind
of infiltration?
Corporate.
Seamus believed they'd
never activate him.
Why?
The agency was moving slowly,
making sure his legend was in place.
They tasked him for
the mission but--
Then it gets
weird.
Huh.
Weird sounds bad.
They wanted to train him
with a bunch of mercenaries
in a terrorist training
camp in Montana.
A terrorist training camp?
On U.S. soil?
It's real.
These are letters,
drafts with a similar
encryption sent to
Ryan Flay.
Seamus discussed the
mission in detail
while he was waiting
for a go.
So what was Ryan?
His handler?
Back up.
You're telling me that C.I.A. sent an
operative to a terrorist training camp?
That's what you're
trying to tell me.
Seamus died before
he was activated.
The legend was
still good.
So Ryan went
in his place.
No. No, you're probably
getting it wrong.
Let me call
my guy at Langley
and he can backfill
you in on this--
Think this through.
Ryan was a kid
from the Midwest.
They wanted someone
with a pedigree,
someone with family
terrorist leanings.
Somebody Irish.
Seamus O'Neill.
You're telling me that
you were Seamus O'Neill?
For the purpose of
that mission, yeah.
I did this. I became
Seamus O'Neill.
I was in Montana.
I was in that camp.
I don't want to
hear this.
It's in Bitterroot.
The contact protocols are
spelled out in the doc.
I sent him a
blind message.
And got a response.
They're still active.
I don't want to
hear this!
You're saying this happened
in our own backyard!
And you were
a part of it!
It's not the kind of place
you can just stroll into.
Yeah.
So don't! This is against
everything I stand for!
I don't want to
help you.
I want to call in
an air strike!
I have to
go back there!
You are not
a terrorist, Ryan!
And how do we
know that?
You're going to
need a plan.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪
♪
Let me help you out
some more.
Miguel Santos.
He was your trainer and your handler
after the CIA recruited you.
You're going to get yourself
arrested for buying drugs?
Santos is the only lead
I have right now,
about what happened to
me in those 5 years
that my file went blank.
You learned your
Spanish is Costa Verde.
Ryan Flay, you were
his trainer.
- Shame.
- What?
I asked Santos about Ryan Flay
and he kept saying shame.
What does it mean?
No idea.
Sheridan
set me up.
When you finally discover
who you really were,
you'll understand that you
and I have a lot in common.
I could have been
an interrogator.
Tortured people.
Looked like a robbery gone bad,
just like you wanted.
Your next target is in an
apartment above Cantina Morisquos.
Why would he
do that?
You didn't send him to
that rendition camp to rot
because he had faith
in his moral fiber.
You need to
move on.
You need to keep searching
for who you are.
That is what Sam
would have wanted.
Nice décor.
Yeah the previous
occupant was a middleman
for a drug cartel.
DEA knocked out the head of the
outfit a couple of weeks ago,
so if anyone comes back here
it's going to be in pieces.
Look, you'll be
safe here alright?
Nobody knows about this place
except for me.
I know it's not Sam's
place but it's a place.
Yeah.
All of the improvements they have
made are state of the art.
Fully shielded,
fiber and electric,
set con routed through
third parties,
fully redundant
systems.
Completely
untraceable.
Lucky me.
Sam deserved
better, Ryan.
So do you.
I appreciate that.
So your debrief
for Venezuela--
You said that asking Santos about
Ryan Flay was a dead end?
I definitely knew
him and he knew me,
he seemed to
recognize the photo,
at least I thought so.
He kept saying
"shame."
Shame-- Shame--
Ahhhhh!
Shame on what?
Shame on me? On him?
I did some checking
into Santos.
And?
Open it.
You know that Ryan
Flay was recruited
by a company called Transcom,
which is a CIA front operation, right?
What you don't know is that he
wasn't the only one recruited.
You obviously
have a theory.
Shame--
What if shame isn't
an emotion here?
What if it's a name?
Seamus.
Seamus O'Neill.
O'Neil was definitely
a CIA asset.
And his intake date was exactly
the same as Ryan Flay's.
So we must have
known each other.
Unfortunately, the CIA loses the plot
on Seamus O'Neill fairly quickly.
What they lost
an asset?
It happens more often
than you think.
Shamus O'Neil went
home to Glenlarkin to
await assignment but
was never called up.
That's odd.
Yeah, very.
Glenlarkin is
NRA territory--
You think they're
involved?
Well there's
no way to be sure.
But what I do know is there's a flight
leaving for Ireland in the morning.
There are even a couple
of aisle seats left.
Two conditions.
I'm listening.
One.
Don't follow me.
Because Giordino
will be following you.
Understood.
Two?
Redecorate.
I was a secret agent,
betrayed by
my own people.
Robbed of my face,
my memories, my history--
Hidden in my past
is a secret that
threatens all humanity.
I search for answers
with nothing to hold onto
but the tattoo that
has become my name.
I am XIII.
♪ XIII: The Series - 1x04 ♪
The Irish Job
Original Air Date May 11, 2011
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
This better be
important.
I'm on track to
break 80.
TSA logs
just came in.
XIII tripped facial scanners
in JFK on his way to Dublin.
What the hell's he doing
in Ireland?
We think it has something
to do with an old asset.
An old Transcom recruit
named Seamus O'Neill.
Irish National.
What do we know?
File was buried with CIA
bureaucracy so long
it didn't trip anything when
it was accessed last week.
Who made the request?
We don't know.
They covered
their tracks..
O'Neill's a footnote,
but it appears he trained
along side Ryan Flay.
Now this could be
an opportunity.
How so?
The data that XIII
delivered was incomplete..
O'Neill, or someone like him
they might be able to
lead him to the other pieces.
Well you tell me this--
if XIII's memory is gone,
how is he making contact
with old friends?
Guardian angel in the
intelligence community.
Oh that won't do.
Not unless we're
running them.
I don't want XIII finding anything
unless we can access it too.
You find the angel.
And clip their damn wings.
♪
♪
Hi, I have a reservation
for two nights.
Ah, yes.
The Yank!
Oatmeal and a fry
in the morning til half eight.
Bathroom's
down the hall.
Fresh towel every day.
One per room.
Thanks.
That arrived
for ya.
My condolences.
You're a tourist?
Or just family business.
I'm just passing through.
He wanted to
come home.
Actually, I'm also looking
for a buddy from college--
We lost touch.
Can I show you
a picture?
Kelly O'Neill's boy;
Seamus.
Oh, you knew him.
Terrible scrapper--
He got caught up
in it at the end.
In the troubles?
That father
of his.
We were so relieved
when he went to America.
But he came back.
Yes.
After his father passed.
For a time.
Then he was
gone again.
God help her, doesn't
Moira still pine for him?
Moira?
Where can I
find her?
Pulling pints in town,
same as ever, I'd expect.
Thanks.
Thank you
very much.
♪
♪
Tommy, that cider better be
your first or I'll be hurt.
For once it's not as grey as
a banker's smile out there.
How are yous?
Right. Who needs
another refill?
How 'bout you then?
Pint.
Whiskey chaser.
Ah.
A Yank.
You tryin' to impress me
with that order?
Maybe.
Moira.
Ryan.
I'll get you
your pint.
♪
That's a Claddagh.
I have one too.
It's Irish.
A Claddagh friendship ring.
Usually there are
two of them.
Right, is your wife
with you then?
Oh, I'm not
married.
You're wearing it
wrong, I'm afraid.
Left hand, crown in
means you're married.
Right hand, crown out means
the heart's still lookin'.
Yours is turned in.
Spoken for.
Who's the lucky guy?
We don't need
sad stories, do we?
Let me see if I can
guess his name.
Not Paddy.
You okay, love?
Ah, don't worry.
Not Michael.
You are a persistent
bugger.
How about
Seamus?
Seamus hasn't been in
in a long while.
Any idea where
I could find him?
No, I don't.
Pint's on me.
There won't be
another.
There's an American in here,
he's winding Moira up.
How'd she seem?
Rattled.
Okay, tell me
about the yank.
Bit a swagger, good teeth--
A Yank, Brendan!
What do you want
me to say?
This is a bad time for anyone
to be asking questions!
Ah, that's why
I called ya.
What do you want
me to do?
Nip it in the bud.
Okay, boss.
♪
♪
You alright, Moira?
I'm not made
of China.
Go on,
give us a light.
Brandon hates to
see you upset.
You tell Brandon not to
be starting with me again.
♪
♪
CRASH!
♪
♪
You wanted to
see me, Sir?
Close the door.
Imagine my surprise
this morning.
I'm sorry, Sir?
XIII departs for Dublin.
15:20 hours.
Really.
Ireland is one
of the largest
arms transshipment
points in Europe.
There are eight groups
with a presence there.
I don't want XIII anywhere
near any of them.
I should have been
told about the trip.
Maybe he's going to
kiss the Blarney stone.
Was that supposed to
be funny?
No. No, Sir, it wasn't,
but the President's
standing orders are to allow
XIII freedom of movement.
If you have a different
interpretation of that directive,
I'd be happy to
hear it.
I don't have to agree
with the President's decisions
in order to protect
his interests.
I'll certainly keep
that in mind, Sir.
If there's nothing else.
Who is
Seamus O'Neill?
Sit down.
Is XIII trying to
contact him?
No. He's just trying to
figure out who he is.
Or maybe he's building
an arsenal and he's meeting
with former IRA terrorists who
are a security threat to the U.S.
Sir, I assure you
that is not the case.
You're very naïve,
Agent Jones!
But you seem to be the
resident XIII whisperer,
so I want you there.
Next time, I want to
find out about it
before it's
yesterday's news.
Yes, Sir.
Now you can go.
♪
♪
♪
You want the
police down on us?
They should mark it
on the road signs.
It's a hazard.
You shut--
Brendan, you can't
freelance a move like this.
That'll get you 2 slugs
in your kneecaps.
And we're back to the
IRA history lesson.
Tourist drives drunk--
Whoops, cracked head.
None of yours,
boy.
We was just
scarin' him off.
Oi. Watch the boxes,
yeah?
You haven't been a hard
man for years, Murphy,
I don't expect you to
be bold.
Bold! Bold--
Bold's gonna get you
jammed up or in a box.
Can we talk about our
thuggy cousins, now?
That depends.
Depends on your driver
and your truck.
You have them here
by eight,
they'll be on the road
by eight-thirty--
My man'll be there.
Chinese freighter docks
in Galway, first light.
The right people
have been paid.
Just another load of Crisps
and Pot Noodle going to market.
Okay, and the Belgians
are in London,
they're gonna hook
up with the Dutch.
We give them the word, they'll
be here within a matter of hours.
We don't have to
'Sieg Heil', do we?
Maybe we can scare up
some Black Forest cake,
bit a strudel.
Strudel, yeah--
Franz might
like that.
Look, they might be right wing,
but their money's good. Alright?
Right wing, my arse,
Neo Nazies is what they are.
They had complaints
about the price.
Typical. Bad enough
they can't afford their pure,
German made guns.
Now they have to
go and haggle over my lovely,
state-of-the-art Chinese knockoff?
They have concerns,
okay?!
They're getting' ordnance that'd drive
INTERPOL up their Adolf-loving arses.
Which is exactly why
they're still on the hook.
Good.
My contacts,
my front, your network.
See how nicely
everyone plays.
Don't play me,
Brendan.
Maybe it'll be a couple of
grenades in your pillow.
Give the wife a
bang for a change.
You little shi--
Ah, ah--
Hip Hop and Red Bull
makes them crazy.
Alright.
Your pipeline worked.
Turns out groceries are the
perfect cover. You were right.
Keep it up.
Could be the first of many.
Would you look at that,
Yankee tourist all forgotten.
Now can we all stay smiley
long enough to get rich?
Sure.
See ya, fool.
♪
♪
Accident?
Yeah.
You'll be wanting
a hospital, then?
Uh, no.
I see.
It was that
sort of accident.
The name's Mullway.
Sean.
Ryan Flay.
You're were askin' in town
about Seamus O'Neill.
I guess those questions hit
a sore spot with somebody.
Bad sorts, the O'Neill's.
Rebels and hard luck
types, all of them.
Seamus--
I wouldn't be surprised
if he came to a bad end.
More than that
I don't ask.
So the peace brought
no peace to Glenlarkin?
Take away a man's politics,
he soon turns to money.
Is that what
happens?
To me?
I'm well out
of all of that.
Say you were
still that sort...
Where would I
find you?
Look it's just a
whole lotta noise.
Not worth getting
tied into.
If you're smart,
you'd be on your way.
Yeah.
♪
♪
I need to talk to
you in private.
There's something about
the way you looked at
everybody else in
the bar today.
I think you were
sizing them up.
Like lambs for slaughter.
Seamus used to do that.
I knew Seamus.
Back in Bolder.
Right, college friends?
And I'm Pop Benect.
My name is
Ryan Flay.
Are you sure you have
no idea where he is?
He just ran off,
didn't he.
Not a word.
Him gone and forgotten
and me sitting here
waiting like a fool.
Someone ran my car
off the road today.
Someone who didn't want me
asking questions about Seamus.
That's got nothing
to do with me.
I think it does,
Moira.
I have loved Seamus since
I was fifteen years old.
But the coldness, I never
found the bottom of it.
Men like you and him are
riddled with heartbreak.
And there's not one
of you can be saved.
Brendan Towey.
What about him?
Owns a food
distributors in town,
he inherited it,
lucky sod.
I've been fightin'
him off for years.
He's always coming in,
bragging about
how hard a man
he is, as if--
As if that's all it would
take to take Seamus' place.
That and free crisps.
Brendan didn't like
Seamus.
And Seamus
kept secrets.
Brendan was younger
he ran his mouth off
so much
he leaked like
a sieve.
And he always had big
plans, mostly about guns.
You need to go.
♪
♪
♪
♪
I wanna get
a huge Sony.
Fifty-eight, sixty-one
inches. An X-Box.
Sixty-one inches
my bollocks.
That hole
of a flat you're in,
you gotta hang your
business out the window
if you wanna get
a good flush.
What are you gonna
do with a TV?
What's your plan for
your cut then, Brendan?
Real-estate, boys.
Depressed mortgages
in Dublin and Limerick.
Tellin' ya, Celtic Tiger
has life in her yet.
My arse.
Who knows?
That much flash maybe
I'll get me a little lady.
Go riding.
- Those guys friends of yours?
- Ah--
Small town, everybody's in
everybody's business.
What business
would that be?
Oh, that talk a lot.
Occasionally get pissed.
Anything else you'd be
better off asking them?
I was just curious.
Hmm-- 'Cause you're a
long-lost relative, right?
Let's go, lads!
We got a job to do.
See yas later,
Moira.
Bye, love.
"Prosperity" painted
right in the side.
And they say the Chinese
don't have a sense of humor.
We're gonna go
over this again!
There's a right way and
a wrong way of doin' it
and there's no mistakes.
They as
touchy as you are?
Your Gestapo friends.
My men line
the men and cover,
your boys stay the
hell back here--
I set up the deal
with the Chinese.
Baby sat it all the way,
dealt with the middleman,
drank a whole lot
of tea
and gained their trust.
You boys are just the
bank, so act accordingly.
I'm getting sick
of your mouth!
And I think you should
watch your place.
Boss!
Look what I found!
And where are you
going, love?
Just making sure the
factory's wheat-free, guys.
Who the hell is that?
It's that girl
from the pub.
This place was
locked up.
I was just looking for a
bathroom and I can see
you guys are busy,
I'm fine to go--
She's been snooping!
You said this was secure!
You, shut it!
Take her out
the back, boy.
Go 'round back!
Go!
Get down!
Stay down!
CRASH!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Amateurs!
What the hell
just happened?!
Damn it!
You want to tell me
what's going on?
What are we doing all
the way out here?
♪
Do you mind telling me
how you came over here
looking for Seamus O'Neill
and ended up
in the middle of an
international arms deal?
Maybe later.
Do you have
any idea how far
out onto a limb
I've gone for you?
Amos thinks you're over
here building an arsenal.
I gotta tell you, this doesn't
exactly prove him wrong.
I trusted you.
You promised
you wouldn't follow me.
I had no choice.
♪
Mrs. Derkin.
I heard you come in
from the garden.
Oh...
I was just bringing you
a fresh towel...
Oh--
One per day.
Get on the phone, find
out anything you can
about Neo Nazi groups in
Europe looking to deal arms.
I don't understand
your plan.
You're looking at it.
Bit early for you,
Brendan.
Yeah, the motor
ways are covered.
He must have
the van stashed.
We'll find him,
I promise.
We have time.
Yeah, we'll still
make the meeting.
I have no use for a van full
of weapons, Brendan.
What do want then?
Information about
Seamus O'Neill.
Nobody talks
about Seamus.
Then maybe it's time.
I heard he had
some shady friends.
C.I.A. friends.
Some women like that
sort of thing.
I'll trade you the weapons
for intel on Seamus.
Where he is,
how he got there.
Give me your cell.
You know, if I sing a song
about Seamus,
you might not like
how it ends.
As long as it's the truth,
you get your truck.
I'll let you know the where
and when to make the trade.
♪
♪
Oh, uh, no,
thank you.
But, uh...
keep it close.
Everything alright?
Fantastic.
You look sick
with worry.
You know, that's
not good for ya.
Gives ya lines
around the eyes.
And gout, I think...
How long have you known
Ryan, Mr. Mullway?
I met him on the road.
Just a good samaritan.
Doing my best to
improve the community.
Uh huh.
You're an American.
You should appreciate
the value in that.
How many countries are you
renovating right now?
Excuse me.
Tom, what do you got?
Okay, send it to
my phone.
I owe you one.
Thanks.
You can't be here.
Mrs. Derkin let me in.
You have to leave.
For years I held a sliver of
hope that maybe he'd come back.
Today, after hearing
you two talking,
that all fell away.
I'm sorry, Moira.
Did Seamus tell Brendan
about working with the C.I.A.?
He told nobody but me.
He burned all his
communications.
Wrote in code in
his black book.
This place is
dangerous.
Why would you wait so long
before coming to look for him?
He said he was
your friend.
It's complicated.
♪
I was injured.
I don't even
remember Seamus.
I don't remember
anything.
I was hoping that
he'd help me.
Well...
Aren't we a pair then.
I'm sorry I said
you were cold.
You weren't wrong.
You just dredged up
all these memories.
I'm sorry about that.
And you...
Not to remember
anything you've lost.
I think that
must be worse.
No.
Yes.
No.
It won't make
it easier.
I suppose not.
For either one of us.
I don't think that's the
way the world works.
I suppose.
You find out what
happened to Seamus.
That much
I promise you.
♪
♪
Yeah, boss?
She came to
see the Yank.
For how long?
Twenty minutes.
Maybe a little bit longer.
Okay.
When the Yank calls with
the van's location we move.
The one who kills him
gets a thousand Euros.
What about Moira?
I'm done with her.
♪
Do you know Tom Sabathia,
my analyst on the Europe desk?
Can't say that I do.
Well he's doing
great work for Jones.
Pulling together intel on Neo-Nazi
groups looking to deal weapons.
Assumed it was off
your authorization.
Jones is on a
special assignment.
I suppose Jones sees
some strategic advantage
in stirring that pot.
Operationally, what
would be the up side?
Trust.
Turning an asset.
Cover for a legend,
or counter-intelligence.
I'd really have to know
more about the specific op.
Anyway--
Tom says that Jones'
inquiries are more
general than specific,
so it might just be
some deep background.
Where would they be
buying the guns from?
Hell, I can name six or
seven new vendors right now.
Guns are a
sellers market.
Anyone less capable,
I might caution them
against opening such
a Pandora's box.
Yeah.
But Jones--
A very capable
operative.
Very capable.
Anyway, just wanted
you to know that she
and Tom are working
very well together.
Inter-agency
cooperation at its finest.
Good night, Sir.
♪
♪
We still have
a deal?
We have a deal.
Come closer.
Just stay
cool here, lads.
That's far enough.
Tell me about
Seamus O'Neill.
He was a lousy
dancer.
And when he went to
America nobody blinked.
Nobody cared.
That's not what
I want to know.
The family he
came from?
Patriots.
All of them.
And him consulting
with the C.I.A.
How did that look?
You were in love
with his girl.
How did that look?
What happened to him,
Brendan?
Where is Seamus now?
Back in the day, the IRA
would rouse you at night
if you looked at a man
the wrong way.
Your Ma would never know
where you were buried.
What the hell is this?
But the troubles
were over
and the boys had
lost their edge.
That's a load
of bollocks!
That's the truth!
When I overheard Seamus asking
his orders from the C.I.A.,
I did what these
tossers couldn't.
You little bastard.
I did what needed to
be done.
And now the traitor's
sleeping with his fathers
and that's better
than he deserved!
With his fathers.
Yeah.
Okay.
A noble cause as the
excuse to kill a boyfriend
is never a good idea.
And one last thing.
Think before you start
shooting.
You never know
who you might hit.
I had a chat
with your buyers.
They had concerns.
Hold!
Everybody
just calm down!
This can still happen!
Don't move, man!
Let him go, Brendan!
For God sakes!
I'm tellin' ya!
Stop walking!
As long as the cargo
is here, Brendan,
the odd man over there
doesn't matter.
I told you, Brendan,
I'm not interested in the guns.
Lower your weapons,
Brendan!
Let's have no
misunderstandings here, okay!
It's all in there, Brendan.
The automatic rifles,
the grenades--
Even the C-4.
Look, I'm dropping
you at Moira's.
Make sure she stays
off the street.
Where are you going?
Church!
♪
♪
Seamus...
♪
♪
Ugh!
Oh!
♪
THUD
♪
Brendan's dead,
Moira.
Good.
We better clear out.
If any of those boys survived,
they'll be out for blood.
Moira...
It looks like Seamus
was shot in the back.
He wouldn't
have suffered.
Figures.
Brendan wouldn't have the
stones to look him in the eyes.
He was a jealous
snake.
What will you
do now?
Put Seamus to
proper rest.
Then leave here.
Should have done it
a long time ago.
It's hard to let
go of old ghosts.
Seamus' book.
It's full of ciphers.
There's nothing in here
for me.
We'll get into this
when we get back.
There is something
that you should have.
The Claddagh
was a promise.
It's a promise he
meant to keep.
He always did like
the flash.
He guarded it
with his life.
♪
♪
The group included members
of the Belgian, Dutch
and French far right and
various Neo-Nazi elements.
The Belgian cell was
responsible for bombing
a marketplace in
Antwerp last year.
Cooperation between
these groups is new.
Securing grenades and
military-grade explosives
would have been a
significant escalation.
But we have reliable ground
reports that the
senior leadership
of this group was
liquidated in Ireland
forty-eight hours ago.
Completely liquidated?
Yes.
In large part due to
cooperation between
CIA and NSA assets.
Good integration,
people. Well done.
Who did
the liquidating?
It appears the arms deal went south
and they turned on each other.
They also took out
ex-I.R.A. assets that
MI-6 had recently
reclassified as "active."
As D.N.I., my report to
the President will state
that these events set back
European activities by eleven months.
So collateral damage
works for us for a change.
The evidence
points to that.
For now.
That's all.
Thank you, Sir.
Thanks,
everyone.
You know I know a senior analyst
at Langley who's big into crypto
if you want an
assist with that.
I've got it covered.
Another talent I
never knew I had.
Background and operational
details for an infiltration mission.
What kind
of infiltration?
Corporate.
Seamus believed they'd
never activate him.
Why?
The agency was moving slowly,
making sure his legend was in place.
They tasked him for
the mission but--
Then it gets
weird.
Huh.
Weird sounds bad.
They wanted to train him
with a bunch of mercenaries
in a terrorist training
camp in Montana.
A terrorist training camp?
On U.S. soil?
It's real.
These are letters,
drafts with a similar
encryption sent to
Ryan Flay.
Seamus discussed the
mission in detail
while he was waiting
for a go.
So what was Ryan?
His handler?
Back up.
You're telling me that C.I.A. sent an
operative to a terrorist training camp?
That's what you're
trying to tell me.
Seamus died before
he was activated.
The legend was
still good.
So Ryan went
in his place.
No. No, you're probably
getting it wrong.
Let me call
my guy at Langley
and he can backfill
you in on this--
Think this through.
Ryan was a kid
from the Midwest.
They wanted someone
with a pedigree,
someone with family
terrorist leanings.
Somebody Irish.
Seamus O'Neill.
You're telling me that
you were Seamus O'Neill?
For the purpose of
that mission, yeah.
I did this. I became
Seamus O'Neill.
I was in Montana.
I was in that camp.
I don't want to
hear this.
It's in Bitterroot.
The contact protocols are
spelled out in the doc.
I sent him a
blind message.
And got a response.
They're still active.
I don't want to
hear this!
You're saying this happened
in our own backyard!
And you were
a part of it!
It's not the kind of place
you can just stroll into.
Yeah.
So don't! This is against
everything I stand for!
I don't want to
help you.
I want to call in
an air strike!
I have to
go back there!
You are not
a terrorist, Ryan!
And how do we
know that?
You're going to
need a plan.
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