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Previously on "XIII"

Let me help you out some more.

Sheridan:
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 IRA 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.

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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
alongside Ryan Flay.

Now this could be
an opportunity.

How so?

The date 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 Pope Benedict.

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.

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.

Murphy:
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.

CIA 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.

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 Shamus tell Brendan
about working with the CIA?

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 guns.

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 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 CIA.

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 CIA,

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 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-IRA assets that

MI-6 had recently
reclassified as "active."

As DNI, 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.

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 CIA 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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