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Narrator: In the criminal justice
system, the people are represented

by two separate yet
equally important groups...

The police who
investigate crime,

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Well...

Well, what? They're late!

When you deal with the feds,

you know it's gonna
get screwed up.

Hey, Roberts,
what's your guy in for?

Aw, drug smuggling, gun running.

He's Lebanese. He
brings the drugs in,

takes the guns out. Sometimes
the other way around.

He's an entrepreneur.

Great. How do you
know he's gonna sing?

We got six months of footwork
hanging on his testimony.

We got the DA to go to
bat with the US Attorney.

He can't wait to play canary.

Mine's innocent.

Yeah... right.

Mr. O'Connell says
he's a political prisoner,

unfairly held without trial.

Ours claims he's being
persecuted because he's Cuban.

The mick says it's
because he's Irish...

And belongs to the IRA.

They should send them all
back where they come from.

Max: What about
Italians, Damato?

I-talians is different.

Gentlemen. After you, Max.

Hey, Roberts!

Looks like your entrepreneur
just went into Chapter 11.

What the hell happened here?!

Logan: Take another
from the other side.

Get a wideshot of
the three of them.

Smile, fellas.

Officer: Come on, pal, let's go.

Who's in charge?

I'm senior. Detective
Sergeant Max Greevey.

Special Agent Axelrod.
What the hell happened here?

Three guys shackled together.

One of 'em's dead.

Houdini routine.

The two other guys
never saw a thing.

Just what I freakin'
needed today.

All right, let's get all you Sherlock
Holmses down to the Federal Building.

Whoa!

Why's that?

Why's that?!

Because a federal
prisoner's dead, that's why.

And that makes it our
case. Doesn't play that way.

They signed all three of them over
to us at the Federal Detention Center.

Our prisoners, our case.

Show him the paperwork.
Worthless bag of crap!

Six months I put in on
this case, six months!

Look, gentlemen,

all we want to know
is, who's responsible?

I'd say it's either
Montez or O'Connell.

Roberts: I'll find out!

Gimme 10 minutes
alone with these two jerks,

I'll pound it out
of them! Hey, hey!

Hey, Roberts, thanks anyway,
we'll beat our own prisoners.

What I meant was, who's
jurisdiction are we in?

NYPD's.

Fine! You get the stiff.

They're back in federal
custody as of now.

Wait a second! I got signed
paperwork. I need O'Connell.

I got six Westies
upstairs on trial.

O'Connell's IRA, why do you need
him for a case against the Westies?

What difference does it
make?! He's been subpoenaed!

Gentlemen, gentlemen, I
think we need to prioritize.

Prioritize my ass!

I'm senior on the
scene, it's my homicide!

I got a witness to interview.

I have an
investigation to start.

This is ridiculous,
you do what you want.

I'm taking these federal prisoners
back to the detention center. Now.

You just let the feebs waltz
off with two homicide suspects?

You think we should have
had a shootout over them?

The FBI has no right to interfere
with a homicide investigation!

They are federal
prisoners, Captain.

Signed over to us!
They had no jurisdiction.

You have any idea what this
investigation is going to be like now?

What's the problem?
They gotta wanna close this.

What's the problem?

He's never worked a
case with the "G" before?

They don't cooperate. They
think they're God Almighty.

A case with federal
prisoners involved?

Every time you even
want to see one of them,

you gotta see the
superintendent of the

facility, genuflect
going in and coming out.

I want this thing wrapped
up fast... Like yesterday!

What gives, Montez?

You spoke English
just fine last week.

No comprendé.

Yo sabes qui, muerto...

Uh... qui muerto Mustafa?

Montez: Tu? No, yo!
Yo sabes. O yo muerto.

Tu sabes, o tu muerto?

Where's the damn interpreter?

I think yo means "I."

What? You're saying
"I killed Mustafa."

Then you do it!

No, tu...

Ooo-oooh! Woman: Having trouble?

He's in culture shock.

Como esta?

Ahhh, no es mi culpa.

He says he's not guilty.

Of course, tell
him we believe him.

Well?

You don't want to know.

Basically, he's not talking
until his lawyer gets here.

Let's try the mick.

I'm sure there were a couple
of Logans down Dingle way.

One had the pub, the
other had the funeral parlor.

That about covers it!

O'Connell: They were staunch
republicans, the Logans,

they fought for the
Republic of Ireland.

Not like your
republicans in America.

About the dead Arab?

There's some Greeveys
in County Mayo...

Where's your family
from, Sergeant?

Hell's Kitchen. Ahhh.

Well, at least your
partner knows his history.

See if you can cover some
recent history, okay, Mike?

No?! That's what
I said, Sergeant.

I gave you permission to
interview Montez and O'Connell,

not the other prisoners.
Let me get this straight.

You're telling me to investigate a
homicide without interviewing witnesses?!

There were only two
witnesses... Montez and O'Connell.

Character witnesses then! Guys
who might have heard something.

What is this?! What is this?

This is non-cooperation,
Sergeant.

What the hell is going on?

It's a political hand grenade.

What do you know
about extradition law?

It takes a lot of paperwork.

And a lot of loopholes.

O'Connell entered
the country in '85.

Legally? No, he
walked in from Canada.

The British issued a warrant
against him for terrorism.

So the FBI pops him,
they bring him here.

So why didn't you
put him on a plane?

He found the right judge.

Ruled that whatever he had
done was not "common crime,"

but related to the IRA's
political goal of a unified Ireland.

A federal judge said
this? It gets worse.

INS goes to immigration court,

immigration judge
orders him deported.

But he's still here!

Because the minute the
deportation order comes down,

he applies for political asylum.

So if he did kill Mustafa?

Off the record? If we
have to bring him to trial,

or if we need him as a
witness against Montez,

then he has to stay
here. Nobody wants that.

Maybe nobody with a
federal paycheck wants that,

but me, I'm just
a cop after a killer.

All I'm saying is, obviously
it's not that cut and dried.

You got a federal judge
who says it's political.

You telling me you buy that Blarney
Stone crap he's been spewing?

You know, it's weird. Two of our
grandparents come from the same town.

We've both got
uncles that's priests.

And you're both Libras.
That's destiny for you.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing. I just never seen you
get so chummy with a perp before.

Perp? Come on, Max.
What do you want, huh?

10 to one? 20?

You that sure it's
Montez who did it, huh?

O'Connell never
killed anybody. No?

No. Why is he in a federal
facility as a terrorist?

Accused terrorist. It's political.
He's never even been charged!

What are you
talking about, Mike?

He's been in the
can for five years!

That's right! Held
without charge,

without trial,
without bail, huh?

Makes you think, doesn't it?

Think what?! He's a
bomb-thrower! He deserves it.

You know how I'd
feel if that were true.

O'Connell's never
thrown a bomb in his life.

The man's a thinker. He's
an organizer. He's a patriot.

Oh, for the love of God,
where'd you get all this?

From my uncle... the priest.

But then he's always been full
of that "blarney stone" crap, too.

I don't give a damn about
the feds' image problem.

I want one of those two birds
in here with or without translator,

but with legal counsel. I want
him to fink out the other guy.

Logan: It's the Cuban. What is?

He's already put Montez away.

Irish intuition.

Why don't you just
get his sheet instead?

Hey, 10 bucks says
it ties him to Mustafa.

Maybe you could
also take your intuition

over to the deceased's
place of business. You know,

check out the vibe, if
that's not too much trouble.

Mrs. Mustafa?

We're sorry about your husband.

Why?

What has happened?
You haven't been notified?

About what?

Aw, Jeez.

Ahmed's dead, Mrs. Mustafa.

We're sorry.

Ma'am...

Pay up!

What's that, a
signed confession?

Montez, Savino Joaquin.

Born in Cuba, blah, blah, blah.

Convictions? Twice, murder two.

Both by strangulation.

Lemme guess.

Coroner's report on Mr. Mustafa.

Crushed larynx,

broken windpipe, strangulation.

Montez...

five... no, make that six
possessions of heroin.

Twice with intent to sell.
Now that's in the free world,

God knows what kind of
pranks he pulled in Cuba.

And Mustafa was a heroin dealer.

We establish a relationship
in Leavenworth, we got motive.

You straighten out the feds yet,
about interviewing the other prisoners?

No. We'd like to clean
it up ASAP, Captain.

You know, the way you wanted it?

We want to move on Montez.
That won't be necessary, gentlemen.

What are...

What is he talking about?

According to him, there
is no homicide case.

Oh? And why is that?

Mustafa's not dead.

Don't laugh. The "G" has Elvis
at Terminal Island in California.

Oh, a miracle!

See, once I saw the coroner
wrote "crushed larynx, DOA,

dead as a doornail,"
I was convinced.

Nevertheless, he's still alive as far
as everyone on his rolodex knows.

Why the hell is
that so important?

Because I said it is, Sergeant.

It's national security.

Mustafa had his greasy
fingers in a lot of pies.

He was helping us.

Certain people find out he's
dead, we're back to square one.

Don't worry...
You're already there.

We already told his wife
he was with Allah yesterday.

Cops.

Unless you got some other
fairy tales you want to tell us,

we're gonna see Montez, because
he's convinced Mustafa's dead.

Max: I don't believe it!

God Almighty, wasn't
anybody watching him?

We can't watch
anyone 24 hours a day.

Son of a bitch.

It looks like Montez checked
out, but you never know anymore.

What is that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

No, really. What was that crack?

Just that you feds can bring guys
back from the dead. It's amazing.

So, uh...

I guess we'll call it an
accidental hanging, huh?

I guess we'll call it what the
coroner does when he gets here.

Why don't you stick around in
case this stiff comes back to life too?

I still have a homicide
to investigate,

and I expect you
to start cooperating!

Like I told you
before, Sergeant,

you're free to interrogate
O'Connell to your heart's content.

But the other inmates
are still off limits.

Two prisoners under your
jurisdiction are no longer with us!

One, Mustafa... as you're
so fond of reminding me...

He was murdered on your turf.

Look, we've each
got a job to do,

it's nothing personal.
I'm telling you,

you're dancing very close
to obstruction of justice.

You don't loosen
up, I got no choice.

I go straight to the DA.

Look at that groove on his neck.

Ligature marks. From a bedsheet?

Not in my lifetime.

I'd say rope, since there were
fibers embedded in his neck.

So Montez was strangled
and hung up with a bedsheet.

Wouldn't jump to any
conclusions before the autop.

You authorized the guards
to cut the body down?

He was laid out by
the time we got here.

Mucked up a perfectly
nice crime scene.

Don't they teach these
people procedure?

Hmpf. There's always some new
guy who hasn't read the rule book.

We know he didn't
do a Dutch act,

so why is he dead?

Payback from Mustafa's posse?

Or somebody
wanted to shut him up.

The feds fake a suicide?

Shelby look like
the type to, uh...

host necktie parties to you?

How about your buddy, O'Connell?

What about him? The
guy's a political theorist.

This is nickel-and-dimes.
Junkies and pushers.

Come off it, Mike!

You forget why O'Connell
was going to court?

I grew up with the Westies.

Nice, polite altar boys.

They make the sign of the
cross when they slit your throat.

Oh, come on!

O'Connell's gonna have you
believing there are no snakes in Ireland.

There aren't any.

Touché.

Okay, first we
check the Arab angle,

then we do the mick.

"Moved to Beirut."

Gee, some people
get all the breaks.

Let's check the garbage.

Yeah.

Oh-hh! Oh-hh!

God! How could
anyone eat something

that could even get
to smell like that?

Bingo!

Looks like a breakdancing
chicken wrote this.

Thank you, professor.
We'll send them right over.

It didn't used to
be this hard, Mike.

It used to be a lot simpler.

In the old days.

Hey, Max.

They're having a fundraiser
for O'Connell tonight.

Let's check it out. Where?

McBride's.

McBride's... that's the bar the
FBI popped O'Connell in, in '85.

Excuse me, watch your back...

And watch your hands.

Excuse me.

Ugh.

Something stronger this time?

Just another soda.

Haven't seen you boys before.

We just came by to see what all
the O'Connell excitement was about.

I'm Sheila.

Mike Logan, I'm Max Greevey.

Greevey? Would you be the County
Mayo Greeveys by any chance?

Afraid not.

My mother's half Irish, though.

At least you won't be hitting
on me with a derry can.

Derry can?

Londonderry relief... For
all the widows and orphans

of Catholics taken
away by the British.

Oh, for the love of Mike.

Man: Here's to ya, Pat!
You're one of the lads now!

Who's the birthday
boy? He looks familiar.

I like cops...

But only when they're off duty.

Was it that obvious?

Anybody offering you any
undercover assignments?

Look...

I'm sorry. I-I...

We didn't mean to upset you.

My husband was a cop...

in Belfast.

Oh?

Somebody shot him...

one night, after a IRA
man had been shot,

or maybe it was
a British soldier.

It was just one of those nights
and somebody had to die.

It's all so bloody stupid.

I'm sorry.

Are you going after them?

I don't know, maybe. Right now,
we're just wondering about O'Connell.

You don't know?

The IRA is everywhere.

It's in the prisons,
on the streets,

maybe... even in
your own precinct.

The Provos, the Sinn Fein...

they're all the
same bloody thugs.

The birthday boy...

McCarter...

He's a prison guard.

The translation of the faxes
from Mustafa's apartment...

A lotta talk about "bricks"
being moved out of Lebanon.

So what? We already know
he was into drug smuggling.

One of the faxes talks
about a shipment of clay

from Libya to the
Netherlands. Libya's a desert.

You don't find a lot
of clay in the desert.

Plastic explosives?

Last month, the Dutch police

arrested three IRA guys in
a safehouse in Amsterdam.

They found 100 pounds

of plastic explosives
in the basement.

I got one for you, too.

The birthday boy, the one the
waitress said was a prison guard?

McCarter. Patrick A. McCarter.

He's a federal prison guard.

And guess what?

The report on Montez says he
was the first one at the scene.

He's the one that
cut Montez down.

That's enough for me.

McCarter!

Patrick McCarter, you're under
arrest for the murder of Savino Montez.

You have the right to remain silent
and refuse to answer questions.

Do you understand?

Anything you do say may be
used against you in a court of law.

Do you understand? You
have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford one, one will
be appointed to you by the court.

Do you understand?

The kid might
have ties to the IRA,

but he's a brick wall.
He won't talk to us.

Max: More like Mallahan
won't let him talk.

Robinette: Daniel Mallahan?

Boy's got himself a pretty
expensive mouthpiece.

Big surprise...

Friends of Sinn Fein
are footing the bill.

He's bought and paid for.

"Friends of Sinn Fein,"

that's as subtle
as a Mickey Finn.

We're in court against the IRA.

And if by some miracle
we do turn McCarter,

are you sure that he can implicate
O'Connell in Mustafa's murder?

Montez was the only witness,

O'Connell had a compelling
motive to have him shut up.

All right, we'll twist McCarter.

Thanks, Max.

We may have bitten off
more than we can chew.

Mallahan knows the case is thin.

Look on the bright side.

What bright side?

We're not in Boston.

McCarter was fired from Sanitation
for petty larceny. No charges filed.

Makes him an ideal candidate for
a job in a federal detention center.

He had a little
help getting hired.

Letter of recommendation
from Liam Kildairn.

Commissioner
Shannon's assistant?

Our Mr. McCarter's plugged in.

Stone: Mr. McCarter, who got you
your job in the Bureau of Prisons?

That information is
not within your purview.

Was it your IRA friends?
Who recruited you?

My friend's allegiances
are not at issue.

His membership in a
terrorist organization is.

I'm no terrorist...
I'm a soldier.

What he means is,

he is a man of conscience.

What he means is, he is
the misguided, romantic dupe

of those who consider
him completely expendable.

This interview is over.

Sit down, sir, I'm not finished!

You were just a
common thief, Patrick,

now you're looking at murder.

Counselor, if you have
any relevant questions...

You're way beyond the protection
of those who got you into this.

You talk to us, we're ready
to offer you a plea bargain.

My client is not
looking for a deal!

You don't have a lot of
room to dance, Patrick,

no matter what
your lawyer told you.

You're 22 years old,
do you really wanna

spend the rest of
your life in prison?

He is not interested!

Mr. Mallahan, I'd
like a word with you.

If you want this kid crucified,
you're making all the right moves.

Are you questioning my
professional judgment?

That depends on who your
client is. Patrick McCarter!

Regardless of who pays
my fees. That better be true,

or I'll drag you before the disciplinary
committee of the Bar Association!

And tell them what? That I'm
making you work for your paycheck?

Now, listen to me, Counselor,

you're not going to run-and-gun some
cheap plea down my client's throat!

Your client is facing a murder
rap! The rope we found in his car

matches the marks
on Montez's neck.

And the same kind of rope you
find in the prison machine shop!

It's all circumstantial.

It's not circumstantial
when you have a fiber match,

and hair from Montez on
the rope in McCarter's car.

I guess we'll have to wait
and see what a jury says.

You and I both know
he was the only guard

on the floor for 45 minutes.

That's enough to bury
him, and bury him I will...

Along with you and
your Sinn Fein money.

When I present your conduct
in this case before the bar,

and your clear-cut
conflict of interest,

you'll be lucky
to have a license!

You, uh...

you want to present some options

to my client...

go ahead.

You won't get any
argument from me.

McCarter says he killed
Montez on orders from O'Connell.

Orders? O'Connell is his IRA
superior in the chain of command.

McCarter thinks of
himself as a soldier,

a loyal member of
a long-standing army

that has been under
arms in one form or another

since the battle of the Boyne...
And that was about 300 years ago.

You researched this?
No, it was spoon-fed to me.

My Grandmother was Irish.

Fahey. She thought
it was a holy war.

Michael Collins,
Robert Emmett...

She'd recite those names
like they were saints in heaven.

I suppose in the
time, they were.

But the likes of McCarter
and O'Connell, they're thugs.

They're Nazis with brogues.

You're worried putting
O'Connell on trial

might give him legitimacy,
turn him into a martyr?

To a fanatic, a trial is just
an opportunity to win converts.

How solid is his case?

McCarter says that he'll testify

that O'Connell admitted
strangling Mustafa...

But that's my problem, 'cause it
all depends on the kid's testimony

and I'm afraid he'll
go in the tank on me.

O'Connell threatened to
have him tooled if he talked.

To have him what? It's the
newest weapon in the IRA arsenal.

They kneecap a man with a
power drill... he never walks again.

We can protect him.

He ever give you any indication
of why O'Connell killed Mustafa?

No, and that's another
place we're vulnerable...

Motive.

O'Connell and Mustafa, they
moved in a very shadowy world.

And the faxes that Greevey
and Logan found at Mustafa's,

they make a connection,
but it's nothing I could prove.

Might know someone who can.

Jenny, get me the
British consulate.

Adam said you needed some
information on this Mustafa fellow.

We're looking for
links to O'Connell.

As you know, your FBI has
worked up a whole dossier

on IRA dealings
with the Lebanese.

More to the point,
with Ahmed Mustafa.

No, sir, we didn't know.

Oh? The counter-terrorist division's
had him under surveillance for some time.

Mustafa was a conduit
for weapons to the IRA.

What kind of
weapons? You name it.

He's even suspected of supplying
them with surface-to-air missiles...

Of the same type that shot down
one of our helicopters a short while ago.

The Syrians are
involved along the way.

But your FBI will have all that.

Paul, find out who the head of the
anti-terrorist division in New York is.

That's a chap named Axelrod.

Syrians, IRA, Lebanese,

Red Army,

Baader-Meinhof, Libyans...

You poke a lamp
under the sheets,

and you'll find
strange bedfellows...

doing some very
nasty things together.

Talk about a guy
with his own agenda.

Because Washington
wants O'Connell off page one.

He's become a political tumor.

The man's a
suspect in a homicide.

He did a Lebanese drug dealer.

An inch and a
half on page eight.

What, not enough
sound bite appeal?

Mr. Robinette,

there are 43 million
Irish-Americans in this country,

some of whom wield
enormous political weight.

So we ignore murder
to save ourselves

the international embarrassment of
holding a terrorist without charges?

Look, come next week,

he's probably going to
be granted political asylum,

and then he's
going to be old news.

You put him on trial,
and you give him a pulpit.

It's a whole new concept...

Crime without punishment.

What's the matter with
you guys in the DA's office?!

Got no peripheral vision?
Can't you see the big picture?

We're just not blinded by it.

Five years of unjust imprisonment,
wiped clean in under 10 minutes.

Is that an indication that a
civil suit may be pending?

There'll be no more
legal beagling, ma'am.

I've been given asylum in a country
that truly is the cradle of liberty.

I just want to get
on with my life.

The British petitioned for
your extradition to face charges.

Anything you'd like to say
to the House of Commons?

Kiss me rosie Irish
bum, gentlemen.

No bitterness
toward Capitol Hill

over being held for five years
without any charges brought?

If there's a bitterness,
I can't find it.

All I can feel is a
sense of gratitude.

The American justice
system may be slow,

but at least it's accurate.

This should move it from
page eight to page one.

I'm looking forward to
staying here in New York...

Counselor, a word
with your client?

What about? Maybe
we should talk over here.

Reporter: Sir, who are you? You're under
arrest for the murder of Ahmed Mustafa.

Max: You have the
right to remain silent

and refuse to answer
questions. Do you understand?

Anything you do say may be
used against you in a court of law.

And so, ladies and
gentlemen, what is on trial here

is the Constitution of the
United States of America.

Mr. O'Connell has been held in
the penal system of the United States

for five long years,
ladies and gentlemen,

without ever once having a
charge brought against him until now.

Until the very day of
his first taste of freedom.

And why?

Because the British
government is afraid.

Afraid to have
the truth come out.

Because, ladies and gentlemen...

the life of a Lebanese
heroin pusher

is apparently more important

than the freedom
of an Irish patriot!

Judge: I will not tolerate this!

One more outburst
and I'll clear this court.

Are you at the end of
your blather, Mr. Reilly?

Yes. Yes, Your Honor, I am.

Good.

Mr. Stone?

The People call Patrick
McCarter, Your Honor.

Raise your right hand, please.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth, so help you God?

I do. Please be seated.

Please tell the court your name.

Patrick Aloysius McCarter.

And you're a resident of...?

New York City. And
your occupation?

I'm a prison guard.

At the federal detention center
in Lower Manhattan, correct?

Yes.

Mr. McCarter, did you kill

a federal prisoner
named Savino Montez?

Yes.

Why?

I was ordered to.

By whom?

Answer the question,
Mr. McCarter.

The organization.

They told me to
"shut the Cuban's gob

before he talked about
O'Connell killing the Arab."

Which organization?

The provisional wing of
the Irish Republican Army.

Did Mr. O'Connell have
knowledge of these orders?

Objection, Your Honor, hearsay.

Your Honor, I believe
that the witness

had direct contact
with the accused.

Objection overruled.

Answer the question,
Mr. McCarter.

Yes.

Yes, he did. He told
me I was performing

an act of patriotism.

And did Mr. O'Connell
personally tell you...

that he had killed
Ahmed Mustafa?

Yes, sir. He most certainly did.

He said that he had executed
an enemy of the Irish people.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

I have very few questions
to ask of this... quisling.

Objection, Your
Honor, characterization.

Sustained.

Mr. McCarter, you
admit to the murder

of one Savino Montez in
cold blood, is that correct?

Yes.

You've been allowed
to enter a plea of guilty

to second degree manslaughter
for that heinous crime,

in exchange for your
uncorroborated testimony

against the defendant,
is that not true, yes or no?

Yes, sir.

I have no further questions.

Mr. Axelrod's testimony
goes to the very heart

of O'Connell's motive
for killing Mustafa.

Mr. Stone doesn't get it.

You put me on the
stand, O'Connell's lawyers

will cross-examine my whole
operation into the ground.

The People's
interest can be served

without jeopardizing legitimate
areas of national security.

That's cold comfort, Mr. Stone.

I've got breathing
assets to protect.

And I've got a
murder to prosecute.

The murder of an A-rab
dope-peddler, for God's sake!

An A-rab dope-peddler?!

You went to a lot of
trouble to protect Mustafa.

Now you're going to
let his executioner walk

all because of political
expediency? To me, that's immoral.

Spare me that
sanctimonious bull, Counselor.

I live in the real
world! So do I, sir!

I know my way around politics.

Mr. Axelrod, lay out for
me how this connection

between the IRA
and Mustafa worked.

The Lebanese grow
opium in the Bakaa Valley.

They sell it to the Syrians
who refine it into heroin,

and sell it on the open market.

The Syrians use those profits

to fund a variety
of terrorist groups.

That's including the IRA.

As long as Mr. Stone
confines his questions

to the specifics of
the IRA connection,

I can't see how national
security is compromised.

In other words, Mr. Axelrod,

the IRA buys weapons
with Syrian drug money?

That's right.

And how does Mr. Ahmed Mustafa

fit into the scheme of things?

He was a cutout.

A cutout?

A middleman.

The Syrians used
him to sell drugs.

The IRA used him to buy weapons.

About two months ago, Mustafa
screwed the IRA on a major deal.

He short-changed them to
the tune of about $800,000.

And?

And the IRA high command
put out a hit on Mustafa.

Looks like somebody
carried out the orders.

Objection, Your
Honor! Supposition.

Sustained.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Fascinating, Agent Axelrod,

absolutely fascinating.

But now would you
mind telling this court

exactly what that has
to do with Mr. O'Connell,

who, as we all know,
was held without trial,

without ever once being
charged with a crime,

for five long years?

The defendant is a member
of the Irish Republican Army.

And the last time I
looked, that was not a crime

under federal or
New York State law.

Can you cite any
criminal statute

that Mr. O'Connell has violated
by his membership in the IRA?

Objection, Your Honor,
draws a conclusion of law.

Sustained.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

My membership in the Sinn
Fein is a matter of public record.

It is the legal, political
wing of the IRA.

The non-violent
wing, is that right?

That's right. We're
not a bunch of killers,

despite what the
British press says.

Have you had any personal
dealings with the late Mr. Mustafa?

No, I have not.

Any business?

None.

And for the record, I might say

I abhor the drug dealing
that the man was engaged in,

I consider it
anti-Christian and anti-life.

Yet, we've heard testimony
here linking the IRA

to Syrian drug money
and Mr. Mustafa.

I don't know anything about it. I
have nothing to do with the Provos.

Ah, the Provos.

That would be the "Provisional"
or military wing of the IRA?

Yes, they conduct their
business in their own way.

I don't condone it,

but I understand it.

As I've said, we're in a war.

Sometimes one has to
make pacts with the devil.

And in this war,

you yourself have
never personally

engaged in any violent
act, is that correct?

That's so...

I've never even thrown a punch.

Thank you very much, Mr. O'Connell.
No further questions, Your Honor.

I must say, to a civilian,
it looked rather like

you're getting your
ears boxed by Mr. Reilly.

I didn't see you in court.
One learns to be invisible...

when one wishes.
And deprecating.

About what?

The value of one's own advice.

Go ahead, Mr. Fenwick.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but under
your rules of cross-examination

aren't you allowed to pounce on something
offered as fact under direct examination?

Such as? Such as
a witness's assertion

that he'd never
committed a violent act.

Why? What have you got?

Mr. O'Connell belongs in jail... your
jail, our jail, it doesn't matter which,

as long as he is behind bars. He must
also be exposed for what he really is...

A bloodthirsty terrorist.

I don't need a speech, Mr. Fenwick.
Have you got something I can use?

We have...

a way for you to discredit O'Connell's
contention that he's non-violent.

A way? What is that
supposed to mean?

We could supply
a sworn affidavit.

You bastard! You have
a witness, don't you?

As I said, we could
supply an affidavit...

I'm fed up with this spook crap.

If you have a witness,
get him here tomorrow

or as God is my
witness, I'll subpoena you!

She'll be here in the morning.

Do you consider yourself a Christian,
Mr. O'Connell? Most Certainly.

Yet the credo of the
Irish Republican Army

seems more along the
lines of "an eye for an eye"

as versus "turn the other
cheek," wouldn't you agree?

Is the IRA on trial here?

That depends on you, sir.

I have declared my
membership in the Sinn Fein.

Yes, you have.

What does the political
wing of the army think

when the other wing blows
up a busload of school children?

Objection! We're
going far afield here.

This has relevance as
to character, Your Honor.

Answer the question.

The organization has
always given ample warning

before a device is activated,

but there's always
the risk of human error.

Human error.

You have testified under oath

that you have never
committed a violent act.

Never in my life. Never?

Never.

No more questions, Your Honor.

You may step
down, Mr. O'Connell.

May I ask you a question, sir?

How, with the map of
Donegal on your mug,

did you ever end up
with a name like Stone?

Happenstance, sir.

The same way you ended up
with the name of a real Irish patriot.

Do you have any other
questions, Mr. O'Connell?

Stone: You may step
down, Mr. O'Connell.

Your Honor, the
accused has stated

in both direct and
cross-examination

that he has never
committed a violent act;

that he is a man of conscience,

a prisoner because of politics.

In view of these statements,

the State would like to
call an additional witness.

Objection!

The prosecution has
rested, Your Honor.

Of his own volition,
Mr. O'Connell has made statements

that call for rebuttal, sir.

Overruled.

Call your witness, Mr. Stone.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The People call
Bridget McDiarmid.

Mrs. McDiarmid, are you married?

I was. Do you have children?

I had two.

What happened to your
husband and your children?

That man murdered them.

Objection, Your Honor.
Absolutely irrelevant.

Rebutting the defendant's
sworn testimony

is relevant as to
character, Your Honor.

Overruled. Proceed, Mr. Stone.

Mrs. McDiarmid,
describe in your own words

the events of May 6th, 1981.

John...

My husband...

And I were on...

high street, Kensington,

on our way to the cinema
with Sheila and Tommy.

Your children?

Yes.

We were passing a candy store...

I remember because the
children wanted to stop.

My husband saw a
man tying his shoe,

kneeling on the pavement.

That man.

When he was done, he
got up and hurried away,

but he'd left his...

satchel on the curb,

next to the police van.

Would you describe the satchel?

Come on. Your Honor...

Please continue, Mrs. McDiarmid.

It was, uh... it was black,

leather,

with a grip.

Like any businessman's
in the city.

Thank you. Tell us
what happened next.

My husband called to the man.

You know...

"Oy, mate, you
forgot your satchel."

And...

then he...

he picked up the case
and started after him and...

And?

And he was blown to bits,
and Sheila, and Tommy,

and half the street.

There was nothing but a
shower of glass and blood.

Mrs. McDiarmid,

the man with the satchel...
Are you absolutely positive,

without a question of
a doubt that that man

was Ian O'Connell,
the defendant?

You hardly forget the
face of the man who...

slaughtered your entire family.

Take a good look.

There's your "human error."

And Mr. O'Connell's
sentence of 25-years-to-life

is a fitting conclusion
to this case.

This prosecution shows
the value and necessity

of inter-agency cooperation

on a local, state, federal
and international level.

Now, these men
arrayed behind me,

showed powerful personal,
professional bonds...

in bringing an international
terrorist to justice.

Thank you very much.