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Denied on Hunter.

What the hell we got here is an
assassination attempt.

He'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'll have to cancel your rally. I will
not do that.

Why won't you reconsider?

He knows who we are. We go as planned.

Devayne.

Oh, hi.

Perfect timing.

Yeah, I was just about to leave.

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

No trouble at all. Really?

I love you too.

Okay.

I'll see you in a bit.

Third date this week, huh, Charlie?

Look, it's not actually a date.

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

Oh, the flowers for him.

Oh, that's cute. 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

from, Charlie? From Ireland.

Actually, Marina and Sean are from
Northern Ireland.

Londonderry. Sean.

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

Nicole, Sean Delaney is not just in the
peace movement. He is the peace

movement. The man's become a legend in
Northern Ireland. No, well, wait just a

second, Charlie. He may be a legend in
Northern Ireland, but he's also

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.

Nice.

I'm happy for him, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

I'm also jealous.

I'd like to have a real relationship
with you.

You and I do have a relationship.

Yeah, well, yeah. But it's just not like
that one. No, it's not.

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.

So what, he doesn't recognize me? How do
I look?

You look beautiful.

Thanks, Charlie.

Oh, there he is.

Sean!

Sean, what do you hope to accomplish on
your first visit to the United States?

What are you going to say at the rally?
I'll have a statement for you later now,

if you'll excuse me.

I can't believe you're here.

It's been too long. What's too long?

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

to the tenseless killing in Northern
Ireland.

Now come to the rally at the Ambassador
if you want to hear what they have to

say.

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

I hope you're satisfied.

I am.

You're quite an artist.

Oh, my art is for my pleasure.

I crafted this weapon for profit.

I feel 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, your love.

You don't believe in anything, do you?
Cabin.

I believe in currency.

Preferably U .S. 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.

Get him!

Bloody imbecile!

What have you done?

It doesn't matter. He was scum.

It matters, you fool!

Half the constabulary of Los Angeles
will be on us any minute!

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

It smells wonderful.

And it looked wonderful as well.

Well, a toast to my sister.

Derry lost one of its finest cooks. An
affair to middling school teacher when

the lovely Marine came to America.

And though I was sad to see her leave, I
can understand why she's decided to

stay.

Doctor? Yes?

Let's eat. I'm famished.

I'll just get the gravy.

You know, Sean... I feel a little like a
schoolboy at his first prom.

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

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

No, seriously, you've made a happy woman
at Marine, which is quite a difference

since the last time I saw her. You know
about our younger brother?

Oh, Patrick, yes. He was killed by the
British Army?

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

Patrick felt that force was the only way
to get the British out.

You've always believed in a peaceful
solution. It's the only way.

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

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

to America?

Oh, it broke her heart.

She couldn't abide in Northern Ireland
after that.

And it doesn't look like she's going to
return if I understand the way of

things.

Charlie called for you to the office.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

I haven't tasted the pot roast yet.

Sean.

I like him.

I'm so glad.

Listen, I'm sorry, but I've got to go.

Oh, no.

It's a grim sort of work you do,
Charlie. Well, it's a grim sort of work

sometimes, Sean. Ah, that it is.

Listen, I'm really sorry. There's
nothing I can do about it.

Sean, it's been a pleasure to meet you.
I'm sure I'm going to see you again.

Good night, Charlie.

I see it.

McCall. Hey, Charlie.

Sorry to cut into your evening like
this.

What is this guy, some kind of artist?

Yeah, it looks that way. His name is
Lars Jensen. At least that's what the

passport says.

Swedish.

Three shots to the chest, all at close
range.

So what do you think, it was a robbery?

No, I don't think so.

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

No sign of a struggle.

Captain?

Okay, have the lab boys keep me posted.
Yeah.

Yikes! What have we got here?

I have a feeling our friend doesn't make
his living as an artist.

Then again, maybe he does.

What do you make of that?

Looks like a standard trigger mechanism.

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

He's making these out of them.

What do you think they are?

I've never seen anything like that
before.

Neither have I.

But I'll bet Ruth Hillary and the Anti
-Terrorist Division have.

Jensen was a master gunsmith.

Set up shop here before the Summer
Olympics in 84.

Interpol tipped it. 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

this report, Charlie, from Interpol, he
catered mostly to political groups.

That was any group that had the money.

So where does this all leave us? A
trigger mechanism you couldn't identify?

Belonged to a .25 caliber Walther.

Looked like he was going to modify it
into a high -powered rifle. Well, truly,

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

on you. I can't do that.

Why not, may I ask?

You know as well as I, the peace
movement is rooted in a posture of

I lead by example.

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

How can I expect the people to have the
courage to follow me? But, Sean, for

heaven's sake, 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.

We have a time fight in the place.

So will anyone else.

You won't follow.

I went round about for nearly an hour,
like you said, before coming within a

mile of the thing.

You now realize that because... Good
evening, 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.

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

Look, I'm waiting for some very
important information to come in from

In the meantime, we don't have anything.
However, I think you've got to talk to

Sean. Try to impress upon him how
important it is to have police

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've got some good

What's that?

Danny McCann's back in town.

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 Henry seems to think you're lying,
Danny. Oh, what does he know?

I mean, look, who is this Jensen anyway?
Well, he was a gunsmith.

Oh, what did he do, retire?

No, one of your boys put three slugs in
his chest the other night.

Oh, you didn't know he was dead?

We told this guy you don't know
anything?

Oh, but we do, Danny. You recognize his
phone number?

555 -2354?

No. Well, that's funny, because we found
that number in your address book.

It took us about ten minutes to put it
together, and we added one number to

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. Well, you can't prove that.

I'm betting he can.

Would you like to spend the rest of your
stinking life behind bars for the

cause?

Milo.

His name is Milo.

We got a problem.

It's not enough to condemn the IRA nor
is it enough to condemn the Protestant

extremists. It's up to both sides to
come together to put an end to the

and the bloodshed.

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

madness?

Well, Mr. Delaney, now that you've
braved the lion's den, I hope you don't

Her Majesty's hospitality too
distasteful. I came here today, Sir

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.

Shaw?

The assassin's name is Milo.

He's no ordinary hitter.

He's a specialist.

We've linked them up with a splinter
group called the Irish Freedom Brigade.

Three years ago, those bloody killers
blew up one of our barracks near the

Road. Fourteen of our men were killed.

Over a hundred 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 intending 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

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

you're at Marines and at your rally, and
I don't want any arguments, Sean. All

right.

Poor Maureen.

Excuse me, Sergeant Hunter, LAPD.

Oh.

What can I do for you?

I was told this is the only newsstand in
L .A. that gets 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.

There's still a newspaper of that guy.

Can't say that I remember seeing him
before. Why? What did he do?

That's not important.

You know, you kids go blind reading that
stuff.

Hey, I'll let him bum you!

Hey.

Thanks.

I don't know if it's going to do you any
good or not, but about 35 copies of

that Belfast News will go around to that
Irish pub, the Fowry Plow, on 10th.

Yeah, do that thing.

Ever see this fellow in here before?

Never saw him before.

Well, you haven't looked at him 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.

Who was it? 69.

Thanks very much.

I'll have one of those at the back.

The tall man at the bar is a copper.

Relax.

He knows who we are.

He's staring at me, Tickle.

Keep your head.

Get up slowly and follow me out the
back.

What's your name?

Who was that guy, Milo? Don't stick it.
Turn around.

Don't stick it, huh?

Oh, God, do easy. That's my Lego
shuttle.

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 Conneran. 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.

Connor was carrying a 9mm. I asked
Ballistic to check it against the

me guess.

It matched? Absolutely.

You weren't that close to closing them
down. I know. Not close enough, though,

probably. 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,

207. Let's go.

Clark was right. My little skipper.
Yeah, he left in a big hurry. First

thing he's done.

Well, killing Jensen wasn't exactly
neat.

Think Mrs. Conneran knitted this sweater
for her little boy? Hey, Mrs.

Conneran's little boy almost killed Mrs.
Hunter's little boy.

What have we got here?

Oh, we've got some phone numbers here.

Check those out.

Galilee? Galilee.

Might be some kind of code.

Probably got dates and times there.

Could be some sort of a schedule.

I know who it is.

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.

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

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.

I would rather die than live with that.

I'm sorry.

Sean, look what you're after, dude.

Sean, don't.

It'll be all right.

Come on.

We

have

our people at every entrance and exit
with metal detectors. Nobody gets in or

out without one of these badges. Okay,
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. Ah, good

idea. Hey, what about those numbers you
found in Conrad's room?

Public telephones.

Got them all under surveillance.

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

Look, Rick, Milo knows we're on to him.

Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll die.

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?

He did what he had to do.

Did you get the cane?

My sister's gone to fetch it.

Your sister? Was that wise?

I have no choice. The police are with me
everywhere I go.

Any trouble getting into the ground?

I got in before the police sealed
everything off.

The diversion is ready.

He'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, I had to know.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Who's to die?

A bloody murderer.

Sefton.

The British consul?

Why? He was Colonel Sefton five years
ago.

Commander of the Belfast Brigade.

Who led the bloody soldiers who executed
our brother Patrick. Patrick wasn't

executed. He died planting a bomb.

A bomb that might have killed innocent
people.

He died for the cause. But this isn't
about the cause. This is about revenge.

Yes, it is, Maureen.

It's about our country.

Oh, stop that. This is just an excuse
for 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 that.

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.

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.

They'll have to pill me to stop me.

Could you run away with that?

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I'll always love you.

I've made my choice.

Now you have to make yours.

Excuse me, Mr. Delaney. We must stick to
the schedule.

Don't worry.

It'll be all right.

There's plenty of protection.

John will be just fine.

You know, these last couple of days have
been really rough, and what I'm going

to say is maybe going to sound stupid,
but out of all this, my feelings for you

have really gotten stronger.

And I know... Don't.

Well, I think that we're...

good for one another, and I'd just like
you to consider... Charlie, it's just

the wrong time.

What was that lousy timing?

I'm sorry. No, it's all right.

Maybe we should go inside and get ready.

Still in here looking at this?

Yeah. You know, I've seen an awful lot
of weaponry in my day, but nothing

intricate.

So what?

You know, if somebody wanted to kill
Sean, why not do it in Northern Ireland?

Why wait to L .A. to do it? I don't
know. It's a good point, but it's

we're going to have to discuss later.
We're late. Come on. Let's go. Mickey,

this away from me.

Thank you. Come on.

R10 David to all units. Main principle
is arriving at Sector 5.

They're safely inside now.

Nothing can happen to them.

Believe me, we got this place covered.

Look, nothing can happen to Sean now.

I don't really want this, you know.

You just wait here a second. I'm going
to go talk to Lieutenant Hillary.

Mr. Consul General, Mr. Delaney, this
way, please.

Will you come on?

What's the fun? You know, this gun
mechanism's got me not... You know what

mean? Yeah, I do, but just forget about
it, okay? Come on.

Hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

God, we gotta find Charlie. Come on.

R -10 David, request fire department.

Pair many units to sector one.

Pair one to R -10 David. For explosions,
people are down. Request immediate fire

units and metro backups.

Stay down, stay down.

Charlie, it's John.

He's going to kill Dustin.

The gun is in the cane.

Spining unit, switch to simplex eight.

Mono! Freeze! Police! You're under
arrest!

Colonel Thepton, remember the streets of
Belfast and a young

patriot named Patrick Delaney?

He?

He was a terrorist.

He was my brother!

Charlie, you're right.

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 know.

Don't go back. It's not safe there.

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

Stand up for something.

I'm going home to do the work that Sean
should have been doing.

No matter what the cost?

No matter.

Will I see you again?

I need to remember what it was that I
once loved about my own country.

My own people.

I love you, Marie.