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Still playing soldiers, eh?

Haven't you heard? War's over.

You're here, aren't you?

We're planning something, babe.

Better keep that to yourself, then, huh?

Dairy man, obviously.

Born and bred.

Earth to Earth.

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

We therefore commit the body of Rachel Dalton to the ground in the sure

and certain hope of resurrection to eternal life.

Target supporting the trap.

Package being delivered.

You have something for us?

Here. My Hungarian clients will be collecting their shipment tomorrow

You sure put your heart and soul into your works, by the way.

Don't they say if you're going to do something, do it right?

Yes, I think they do say that. Okay.

This contains a video file.

You've got the connections.

See, they get it.

These guys like to see their faces on the telly, all right?

I've a new life out here. I can't get... You will do this.

You heard the man.

When?

You will know.

Don't turn around. Keep your mouth shut.

Long time no see, Sean. Where the fuck did you come from?

Out of the past.

See where you're coming from But I know just what you're running

from And what better speed to Whose better speed to

Want to stop you falling from your ladder And you're feeling like

you're living now And doing things just to please your crowd

Like the way I love you. And I love, but I ain't gonna cut you.

This ain't no place for no hero.

This ain't no place for.

You're getting rusty, Sean.

I'm legit now.

I'm a business man.

Of course you are.

All those years running guns into Belfast, and now you supply from

So tell me, who's on your Christmas card list these days?

Al -Zahari?

Never heard of him.

What about Mairead McKenna? Who?

As soon as we knew she was headed for Budapest, we pulled your phone record,

Sean.

She rang you from Beirut two days ago.

You're playing a very dangerous game, Sean.

I want to talk. Back off.

No. Back off! I want to talk.

Get off me!

There you

go.

You want to die in a green wig? Come on, Sean.

Come on. Please, get me off! You all right?

Come on, Sean. Talk to me about McKenna. I only dealt with her crew.

And what did they want?

Same thing. They always want weapons and explosives.

Mm -hmm. More. More.

That's your lot.

Back over.

I pointed them at an armed shipment coming into the switch yard tomorrow

in Pest.

McKenna's going to ambush us.

Why the fuck did McKenna kill Rachel Dalton? Who the fuck is Rachel Dalton?

Where can we find McKenna? She'll be there tomorrow night.

Now,

you wouldn't lie to me, would you, Sean?

I have grandchildren.

I swear to God, it's the honest truth.

Search him. Yes, sir.

Calm down. Let's go for a walk.

Let's take a walk, big fella.

Jolly green giant, huh?

How you doing, folks?

Don't be silly, Sean.

Stupid fucker.

I'm out.

You're

not

going to chicken out on me with those diamonds, are you?

I don't know.

Come on, Mikey. They're bad guy diamonds.

You hand them in, our guys are going to give them back to Lebanese authorities.

We're probably going to give them back to Hezbollah.

They're just going to buy more guns and kill more of our guys.

Well, so?

Just breaking the cycle.

Yeah, we're just doing everyone a favor, aren't we? Exactly.

It's a messed up world. It certainly is.

Yeah.

Speaking of which...

Saw you and Martinez out there having a little smoochy -smooch.

Just maintaining my cousin, mate. Really? Yeah. Doing a very good job. Oh,

cheers. Glad to see you finally getting to me.

Identification, gentlemen.

Hang on. Where was the... Sergeant Scott and Stonebridge.

Sure.

What's up, please?

And you are?

Out of your league.

I'm Natalie Fisher.

We set up your facility in the Amity Borough. Follow me.

Thank you.

Two of yours, I believe.

Hey. How was it?

Bleak. The IRA gave their dad a better send -off. Yeah, I still think we should

have been there.

Sadly, we don't get to choose where we're sent.

She had a son.

Oh, shit.

Did you know?

No, not until after.

We'll do what we can for the boy.

Well, because the army won't, right?

They're not the first family to pay the price for what we do, Michael.

Coming online.

Hey. Hey, kid. Hi.

How you doing?

Uh, not good.

Nicotine gums.

That shit doesn't work. Try something else.

Uh, sweet pillow.

Uh, it's a bit boring.

There's no gum bottles.

Oh, I miss you guys.

Yeah, our mom here has been crying into her pillow every night.

Yeah, it's true.

And you?

I miss you a little.

A lot.

Okay. All right, I'll see you later.

Bye -bye. See you. Close the door.

Glad you could join us, Leo.

We've decrypted the major file found on Uredan's body.

The attack you have witnessed in Europe today... I'm sorry.

You have brought on your own heads, on the anniversary of the martyrdom of Imam

Ali alayhi salam, you have tasted what we must live with every day

until your governments withdraw from all lands where you are unwanted.

We and our brothers from oppressed nations of this earth will rain the fire

Allah on your heads.

Fuck you too.

Molly, for broadcast after an attack, right?

Yeah, and at most we have 48 hours.

The holy day he refers to is on Wednesday.

Do we have an IRA man with an Al -Tahari communique and an armed shipment that's

about to be ambushed?

Leo? I need you here.

It's difficult.

No.

I need you here, Leon.

I'll make arrangements.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

All right, listen up.

This isn't just a terrorist attack.

What we're looking at here has been every operative's worst nightmare for

last decade.

The old enemy are joining hands with the new.

So we prevent McKenna from getting hold of those weapons. We find out what al

-Zahari's playing at.

And we stop it.

I never wanted to hurt you.

You do it through yourself.

I can give you what you need.

Just like nobody else.

You have to go your own way.

But where did that get you to?

We should drink to that Now

we're gonna drink it we should drink to Dalton

she was one of us really

You fucking kidding me?

She treated you like shit.

God knows how many times she got all of us fucking killed.

Damien, maybe if we'd have got there on time, maybe... Come on, dude.

We're always there. We all fucking carried her.

Well, yeah, I know she's got a little kid.

I'm sorry if that was a boy.

I'd be a fucking liar if I said I wasn't glad she wasn't here.

I'm sorry.

Next round's on me.

I'm sorry, I don't speak Hungarian.

I haven't seen you before.

First time in the city.

Do you work here in Budapest?

Embassy. The diplomat.

Wow, that must be glamorous.

What exactly is it you do?

Endless receptions, being hit on by overexcited businessmen away from home.

Every girl's dream, huh?

Hey.

Hey.

You were right about Dalton.

bald girlfriend.

Yeah.

She could have got married, changed her name.

Yeah.

Look, leave it with me.

Things we do for our country, eh?

Whatever it takes.

You owe me darling, aren't you?

We know Al -Zahari is planning an imminent attack.

The armed shipment Oredan told us about arrives by train tonight.

If we don't stop McKenna's crew getting their hands on those weapons, we lose

the only lead we have of the Al -Zahari attack.

So Colombia, Beirut, we'll all have been for nothing.

Guys, I need you on that train before it reaches Budapest.

Martina, you'll be waiting for them at the switching yard, okay?

Bring me back McKenna.

This is it.

All right.

I'm Butch and you're Sundance. Hey, Sundance is faster.

Yeah, but Butch is better looking.

Yeah, but Sundance got the girl.

Good point.

You can't be Sundance.

All right, just the last car?

Yeah, that's us, that's us.

No one in here.

Bravo 2, are you in position?

All right, that's two hobos on board and on the way.

Roger. Track coming online now.

Oi, do you think Butch and Sundance died at the end?

Nah, dude.

They lived.

Too mad against the entire Philippine army.

Been there and done that, huh?

Well, they definitely lived.

You ever found the bodies?

Those two just disappeared with all that loot.

Yeah. You know, sometimes you gotta know when you gotta go.

Huh.

All right.

Let's get the diamonds valued.

We're just out of curiosity, that's all.

God knows we fall on our faces. Nobody's gonna pick us up.

That much is clear.

Imposition over.

Roger. Any activity?

Over. Negative.

Out.

I'm going to make him pick up.

Mikey, I'm moving.

Come on.

Some heavy -duty shit here.

Enough sign of the Irish, Dad.

Hold up.

I've got a sniper on my 12.

Up on that bridge.

Good position for the ambush, huh? X -ray confirmed.

Fuck. Put your fucking hands up.

Down on your knee.

Here's the partner

Let's finish off the Hungarians. Come on!

Cops will be all over this place soon.

I've got a clue shot at our primary target.

We've got a crew in Middle East.

We're here.

Move those guns now!

Quickly! Target's on the move.

If you can, take her.

Alive, Bravo 2.

Copy that.

Boss,

they're on the move.

The weapons are on the truck.

Do not let them get away with those weapons.

Take the shot.

Take the shot.

Any news on the arms truck?

Nothing yet.

Local police have been alerted, and GCHQ... Well, I mean, sometimes, like,

nothing's the best.

I had it.

Don't be too hard on yourself, dude. It was dark, it was moody, it's hard to get

that fucking house on.

So, you just felt like getting a check -up, huh?

Yes, yeah.

You must be the first man in history to voluntarily visit a doctor.

It's just been a while, that's all.

Routine blood sample.

The results will be passed to Theo in a couple of days.

Anything bothering you, Sergeant?

No, no, nothing.

Anxiety, mood swings?

No, no, not that I can think of.

I used to be Territorial Army.

Two tours.

Iraq.

My number.

Anytime you want to talk.

Back in the day, the IRA used to concentrate their minds on an invisible

to resist interrogation.

You mean torture?

It wasn't the Yanks invented waterboarding.

You were using it enough 40 years ago.

Oh, that's interesting.

You're not IRA. The IRA, Mairead.

If you were, you would know the war's over.

The IRA.

What they settled for we could have had ten years before I was born.

So what are you?

Oh, don't tell me. You're the real IRA.

Do you really think people believe that?

You serve there?

Thick tours.

Armagh?

Mid -80s?

You'd have met my brother then.

Or maybe not.

You're still alive.

What were you doing in Beirut?

You're teaming up with some like -minded jihadists?

You're going to bring Sharia law to the six counties and turn the north into

some Muslim caliphate? Better the Muslims than the British.

You don't really believe that.

Where are your boys?

Where's the truck?

When is this attack going to take place?

The fucking bread broke my head.

Smell it, bastard.

He's dying.

So he needs a fucking priest?

The attack must go ahead. We'll get her right.

That connection's in a conflict.

Power.

It is a loss, right, Power? There's no time for this.

Shoot some fucking respect!

We have a problem here.

We have to clean up your mess.

So tell me, Maraid, why did you kill Major Dalton?

The girl in Beirut?

Bitch was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Casualty of war.

And Sophia Bood, Aldahari's wife?

She could have compromised our operation.

What can you possibly get out of working with the It people?

I get to see the look on your face when you realize every fucker you ever trod

on for the past thousand years has clubbed together and is coming back to

you.

Tell me about the target.

I can keep a secret.

Ask your brother.

My brother's dead.

I know.

He was picked up outside the rock bar on the Falls Road by a loyalist head

squad. You've done your research. What, you want a gold star?

I was there.

Oh, I knew your brother, Maraid.

It was my job, too.

But you knew him personally.

You ran across him.

I ran him.

What? You heard.

Your brother was a tout.

You dirty brick bastard.

My brother was worth ten of you.

He had you not running scared.

The great S .A .S.

Everything you are, you are because of your brother.

And everything you know about him was a lie.

You're the liar.

Sir.

Think about that.

Local police have got a call from a church in District 5.

One of their priests has been kidnapped as he gave the last rites to a man dying

of a gunshot wound.

Seems he was brought in by an Arab and an Irishman.

Okay. Check it out.

Yeah, roger that.

But give the Hungarians operational control.

Will do.

The Irish consulate has been on to the ambassador. Get Natalie in here, will

you? She didn't come in today, sir.

Hey, Sergeant.

Yeah?

Want to grab dinner sometime?

No, nothing too serious. Just some...

Good food, fine wine, and hot butt naked sex.

You really think that's the time to talk about it?

Well, given that we could be dead in 60 seconds, I'd say there's no time like

the present.

You what?

Oh, yeah, Francie had us running to the bank.

50 grand a year we pumped into his account.

Looked expensive.

Still, it was money well spent.

No strings attached?

As long as we can go Dutch. Yeah, yeah, we can.

Sneaky Irish bastards.

Yeah. Huh? Pricks. Yeah, dude.

You gotta get out of this game, Mikey.

You know?

It's not the IRA. It's gonna be some other fucker that gets it.

Dude.

That's way too close.

Way too fucking close.

Yeah. Fuck.

Yeah, they won.

Okay.

Kid with a mark could shake this shit up in ten minutes.

Yeah.

Okay.

Right, then.

Hey, Francie.

Just a little present from the Majesty's Government.

Two soldiers still walking the streets because of you, Francie.

station in Cushendall.

What are

you

doing?

The crew you're running only deferred to you because of who your brother was.

Or who they think he was.

Same reason the actual IRA hasn't wiped you out.

You're Francie McHenry's sweet sister.

You're untouchable.

Let's see how well that holds when I post this on a Republican news website,

shall we?

Better a child molester than an informer, eh, Mairead?

The attack?

When is it?

Where is it?

A word?

Would that be thee, Philip Locke?

Please.

The ambassador's about to bring a ship storm down on your head.

The Irish consulate know that we're holding McKenna. They're threatening to

it to number 10.

Claim we're using the empathy of the black side for illegal renditions.

She's assured them you're going to take McKenna to London.

Now.

Are you serious?

An attack is about to take place, and she is the only lead we have. She has to

go, Philip.

And it has to be efficient.

Bullshit. An imminent attack, and we can't question the terrorists who

it, because we're in the wrong fucking country.

Perhaps if your CIA hadn't set up its own global network of torture

we wouldn't be in this situation now.

As soon as the wheels go up on that plane, I need you lot back here. Got it,

sir. How's your thumb, Philip? You what now, 20?

25?

You mention my son again and I will kill you where you stand.

You got that, boss?

Get her in the car.

You ride with her.

What, was it something up there?

this for me?

Dare you boys, do I?

Don't normally think of rain when you think of Beirut.

But I bet you do now.

She begged me for her life.

What was her name?

Dalton?

Like all of you boys, she was better at dishing it out than taking it.

Okay, you know the score.

Diplomatic protocols apply.

Guns in locked boxes.

The whole nine yards.

Yeah, we'll be sitting ducks.

I need to use the bathroom.

Let's try it, sweetheart.

Move it on the plane.

We're taking a prisoner back to the UK.

These people have seen me on the plane.

Paperwork's all here.

And our jet's on the runway over there.

I need to see everyone's passports.

Thanks, Ed.

There's no record of your arrival.

It was a diplomatic flight from Beirut.

She has a passport.

Oh, my God. One minute, please.

Look, this woman is a wanted terrorist who's been extradited to the UK.

It's been cleared.

You need to read that.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to wait here, gentlemen.

Get me on that plane or let me use the bathroom.

Shut the fuck up. Time of the month?

Girl, bake.

You're women.

Just take her.

You need to go.

I'm not supposed to go.

You'll figure it out.

Okay, everything's in order. Fucking time.

Let's go.

Cheers.

You got some beef? I haven't got one.

Just fucking with you.

Don't lose it. Hold on.

Hurry up.

Right there.

Step this way. Ha!

Find his metal dildo? Yeah, thanks, mate. Those fucking girls. You can go

through.

Where am I going?

I'm walking, walking!

Yep.

Take that shot, Michael!

Mikey! Take that shot!

Take it.

Don't even think about it, you fucker! You're mine!

Fuck!

What the fuck, man? What are you doing?

Move it! Go! Knock!

Now I can see where you...

This ain't no place for no hero This ain't no

place for no better man This ain't no place for no hero

Bye -bye.