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All right, look sharp, everybody.

Walker, Trivette,

mighty glad you're here at the press conference giving a hand.

Is there anything to be concerned about?

Oh, plenty.

Everywhere McGuire goes, he's in the crosshairs.

Ten days ago he's sitting in a pub in the middle of Belfast,

a car bomb with his name on it goes off outside.

Kills half a dozen innocent people.

Guy finally puts together a real coalition

with a real chance for permanent peace,

and people still taking shots at him.

You're right, Trivette. Excuse me, gentlemen.

You know, I was thinking, Duncan McCallum,

Texas billionaire just sitting around counting his dough,

but there he is working his ass off for Adam McGuire.

Wow, peace in Northern Ireland, Walker.

Yeah, he's a good man, Trivette,

but he remembers how bad it was over there.

Howdy, folks. It's good to see you.

Thanks for coming out.

Now, every now and again, folks will be asking me, "Duncan,

why are you getting so wrapped up in this Irish thing?"

Well, I'll set you straight.

I've seen the destruction over there. I've seen the internal strife.

I know what the problems are, because I was born there.

Folks, we're about to witness history being made.

Five days from now, in our nation's capitol,

a real honest-to-God treaty between the Catholics and the Protestants,

oh, and the good folk of Great Britain, all sitting down at the same table,

signing their names, all because of the man I'm about to introduce.

He was a fighter.

Spent most of his life manning the barricades,

and then he changed sides, from the side of war to the cause of peace.

Ladies and gentlemen of the press, the next Nobel Peace Prize winner,

Adam McGuire.

Thank you very much. Thank you, Duncan.

Lord and begorra, my name and the Nobel Prize in the same sentence.

I was at a funeral a few years back. Nothing unusual about that.

I've attended too many funerals in me life,

but this one, on a cold, wet afternoon,

I looked around and a shiver went up me spine.

All I could see were women,

grandmothers, mothers and daughters without their men.

I was ashamed to be a part of the reason why.

I realized that if we kept it up, killing each other the way we were,

there wouldn't be any men left to fight.

I'm not willing to wait that long.

Now, get down quick and just go.

- Now, go on, down! - Get out of the way!

Freeze.

Yeah, that's a late model black four-by-four.

Malloy. Gavin Malloy.

There'll be no peace, you bloody traitor.

May you rot in hell!

On the gate.

They told me you were shot.

I've had worse.

What happened? What went wrong?

What went wrong? I'll tell you what went wrong, Charlie.

Bloody Texas Ranger, that's what went wrong.

This is terrible. A terrible thing.

Get your voice down. Get control of yourself.

How's my son?

He's worried about you. They all are.

You tell him not to worry about me. There's nothing to worry about.

These cowboys are not gonna break me.

They can't. They're too soft.

This is not the way, Gavin. Not God's way.

Not the way of the Lamb.

Well, you tell that to the bloody Brits,

and while we're on that particular subject, Father Geary,

don't you get any fancy ideas.

Remember the seal of the confessional.

Do you want to offer confession?

I would sooner go to the nearest Protestant ministry in Belfast

than confess to you, Geary.

Now, you remember what I told you.

Nothing has changed.

Pray for me, Father.

Right there. Yeah. There's Ranger Walker. Excuse me, Ranger.

This way please.

Ranger Walker, Ranger Walker, can we get a comment, please?

- Has the IRA taken responsibility? - No comment.

Is the IRA exporting their terrorism to American soil?

Come on, ranger, give us a break.

A real feeding frenzy.

Did the sniper make a statement?

Yeah, he told me where I should go.

Cordell Walker, former Special Forces.

DPS graduate, top of his class.

Texas Ranger, 15 years.

A bullet's too good for him.

The man next to him, James Trivette.

Former professional athlete.

He's been in the service for three years.

Malloy's wife was accidentally killed by a British sniper.

Gavin Malloy tracks this kid down,

he kills him, then he kills his entire family.

People are afraid to talk.

We got no leads to the rest of the team.

Malloy had a visitor today,

a Father Charles Geary from St. Patrick Brendan's Church.

I think I'll go talk to him.

Alexandra Cahill.

Southern Methodist University graduate.

Assistant district attorney, five years.

- Good work, McLane. - Hell, an Irish lass.

What's she doing with the likes of them?

I thought we came here to kill Adam McGuire?

What the hell do these people have to do with that?

It's called homework, Ryan.

They got me dad, and I'll die before I let him rot in prison.

- Now, you shut your mouth. - We'll get him back, Derek.

Oh, boy, the phones are ringing off the hook.

The State Department wants to hold Malloy

for federal terrorism charges, and the British want to extradite him

for crimes against the Crown.

- It'll be interesting to see who wins. - Agent Fisher?

Can you tell us something, Agent Fisher?

I'm not prepared to answer any questions right now.

There'll be a press conference later today.

We'll answer questions then.

This scares me, Walker.

If they get to McGuire, their war starts all over again.

Sort of ironic, isn't it?

The war moves from Belfast to Dallas.

Well, we'll just have to see that it ends here.

I'm sorry, Ranger. I'd like to help you, but I can't.

Then tell me what you know about Gavin Malloy.

I offered to hear his confession, that's all.

Did he accept?

That's God's business, not yours.

A lot of innocent people have died, Father,

so it does make it my business.

International terrorists? IRA assassins?

Little out of my league, don't you think?

You tell me, Father.

Look, there's nothing unusual about a man asking for a priest,

and a countryman, at that.

I hear confessions all day long.

That is my job, to absolve people of their sins.

Well, Malloy's team is still out there, and I've got to find them.

Then I'll pray for your success. Excuse me.

And that's when I saw you shoot the man with the camera,

and I was running...

...and the noise, it was so loud,

and I think I was screaming.

I've never seen someone shot before.

It was so horrible.

And I was so scared.

How was that?

Damn Rangers.

Walker's the key, Derek.

The key to finding and killing Adam McGuire.

I should've been with me dad.

He shouldn't have been there alone.

He carried all the weight. All we did was play bloody decoy.

For the love of Ireland, we'll get your father back.

I promise you.

- I want you to sign it up. - Yeah, okay.

Irish-American Courier.

Yes. I've only been here for three years.

I still haven't gotten rid of my accent yet.

I don't have a Southern drawl yet.

Well, I like your accent.

Actually, my grandmother's from Ireland.

Really? What was her maiden name?

Hargrove. Agnes Hargrove.

Miss O'Neill, right?

Tracy O'Neill.

When you were listening to McGuire,

did you notice anything out of the ordinary?

No. No.

When Adam McGuire speaks,

you don't really hear or see anything else.

How is he? How's he doing?

He's fine.

I was afraid he'd postpone his meetings here

and go home after what happened.

No, I think he's going to stay.

Good.

The Brits want him, but the State Department wants him too

so we're gonna put Malloy in the federal tank

at Fort Sumner while they fight it out.

The shooting happened on our turf. We've still got a case to crack.

This ain't cattle rustling, Trivette. Little out of your league.

Excuse me. I'm from Baltimore.

- We don't have a hassle here. - Excuse me.

It's kind of stupid that we move the guy until we know what's going on.

- What's the problem? - Ask Fisher.

Explain something to your partner here, Walker.

This is a federal court order

signed by a federal judge entrusted to yours truly,

and what do I expect?

I expect a little cooperation.

You'll get our cooperation, Agent Fisher,

but you should use our help.

Hey, maybe we're not Texas Rangers, but we can take care of business.

Anybody got a pen?

Cross your T's and dot your I's.

Thank you.

Sorry for the interruption.

Is she really FBI?

One of the best.

So you didn't notice anything, Miss O'Neill?

Well, when the shooting started, I don't remember much of anything,

but then I saw you.

I saw you shoot the man with the camera,

and then I was running, and the noise, it was so loud,

and I think I was screaming.

I mean, I never saw someone shot before,

it was horrible.

I was so scared.

You okay?

Yes, thank you.

- I'm sorry. - Don't be.

It just feels better talking about it.

I understand.

If I think of anything, is there a way I can get in touch with you?

Yeah, sure. Here's my card.

Thank you, Ranger Walker.

You know, I'm not so sure

about McGuire hiding out in McCallum's office.

You honestly believe this place is safe now?

No place is safe from fanatics.

That's why we can't let anyone know he's here.

Walker, Trivette.

Rangers, I can't thank you enough for what you did for me.

Gentlemen, please, have a seat here.

Now then, what can I do for you?

Can you tell us who's against your peace process?

That's a bit of a general question, Ranger.

We need to find a link to Gavin Malloy, sir.

We need names, Mr. McGuire.

I used to fight along side Gavin Malloy, and men just like him,

but some of us... Some of us got tired of the killing.

I understand the ones that didn't.

I don't know all their names, but I do understand them.

Well, give us the names you know.

We started throwing Molotovs and carrying guns when we were children.

These are hard, angry people, and when Gavin Malloy lost his wife,

he and his son became the hardest and angriest of the lot.

Believe me, I understand their rage, but killing is no way to heal it.

You said his son.

What's his name?

Derek Malloy.

We have to assume he's part of the team.

Yeah. Can you tell us who else might be?

I know you feel like you'd be betraying some folks you still respect, Adam,

but these boys can help.

I don't like this. I don't like going up against the feds.

They're just suits with guns. Relax.

- You sure they're coming this way? - I did my homework, Ryan.

I don't like it. It doesn't feel right.

Why don't you say what's on your mind, huh?

Never mind. Forget it.

No, go on, Ryan.

Speak your mind.

We're all on the same side here. Go ahead.

Look, you know I respect your father, Derek,

but okay, I've got to say it.

He's over-the-hill. Making mistakes.

He had all the time to get his shot off and couldn't.

I could've taken out ten Adam McGuires,

and now we're risking our asses for the old man.

- Well, I don't like it. - You finished?

Yeah.

Somebody's got to speak the truth.

Right.

What do you think you're doing, shooting your own?

You shut your garb.

They're coming. Spread out.

- I thought you were smarter than that. - What?

Arguing with a woman. Fisher.

- Oh, man. - You know, she won.

- She didn't win. - Yes, she did.

Oh, my God.

Mayday. Mayday.

Mayday.

Mayday, Unit 6. We're under attack.

Sumner Road and Travis Junction.

That's Fisher.

- How far is that from here? - About eight miles.

You bitch.

I don't know if you know anything or not, Father,

but I want you to take a look at these.

That is Special Agent Fisher.

She didn't get a priest, Father.

She didn't get her last rites.

Now, do you know where Gavin Malloy is?

Even if I did, I couldn't break my vow.

How many innocent people have to die because of that vow?

What am I to do?

You'll have to look into your heart for that answer, Father.

Lab's been working all night. There's no prints, no trace, no nothing.

The State Department is up in arms, and the British are threatening

to suspend the peace talks until this is cleared up.

- There's got to be a lead somewhere. - Trivette.

They're probably halfway home by now.

The Malloys came over to kill McGuire. They're not gonna leave until they do.

We got trouble, man.

McGuire's on his way to a protocol meeting with the British attaché.

- I thought he called that off. - Called it back on.

Man's not following the rules, Walker.

They're coming in.

I got them.

Damn Walker.

Patience. Patience.

- Walker, what are you doing here? - I thought we had an agreement.

If I go into custody, they win.

If you're dead, they win.

I'm sorry.

McGuire.

We missed. Come on, let's go.

You can get off me now, pilgrim.

I don't know what's so funny. You almost got your head blown off.

I've been shot at before in the head.

You're not supposed to be here.

The press will have a grand day with this.

Great spot on the evening news.

Hardly worth your life, McGuire.

Look, Walker, somewhere, somehow, someplace,

a bullet's going to find me.

And when it does it'll be another man or woman who will take my place.

You can't kill peace. You can only delay it.

Let's get on with it.

Trivette.

There you go, Dad.

Thank you, my dear heart.

Why don't you stay here?

Let us take care of McGuire.

Never.

I won't rest until Adam McGuire is dead.

Derek, I'm gonna be fine.

I mean that, son. I promise you.

We shot Ryan. We shouldn't have shot Ryan.

Since when does having a big mouth sign your death contract?

You, look at me.

Now, you keep your place, boy.

You remember where you came from. Remember your roots.

Oh, I do remember them.

I just wanna go home.

We'll all be home soon enough.

This has got to stop. In God's name, it just can't go on.

You're getting soft, Father.

Leading the good life here in Dallas, Texas, huh?

McGuire wants the killing to stop. What is so terrible about that?

Adam McGuire wants the killing to stop, does he?

Well, then let him stop killing our soul, Father.

Let the great Adam McGuire stop destroying our spirit

with his peace of the damned, and let all the sheep that flock together

to sign this devil's pact with the bloody Brits be blown off a bloody cliff.

We'll have no part of it.

May God forgive you.

Your mother is doing very well, Charlie.

She asks about you.

Now, if you want to see your mum again in life,

you will remember your roots and you will see this thing through to the end.

And if it's not for your love of Ireland,

think of it as your own personal cause, Father.

Walker.

There's a call from McGuire on Line 1.

Put him on.

I've got a couple of names for you.

Terry McLane, systems man.

He might've hooked up with the Malloys in the past few months.

The other name is Jack Childers.

He's the son of a close friend.

Ranger, he's just a lad.

If he's with them,

I'd appreciate it if you could do whatever you can to keep him alive.

I'll do what I can.

I thank you.

Bye.

- Trivette? - Yeah?

I've got a couple of names here. Put faces to them, will you?

- Walker. - Walker,

I've got Tracy O'Neill on Line 2.

Put her on.

I've been talking to some of my friends in the Irish community,

and, well, they had some pretty interesting things to say

about the whole terrorist situation.

I'd love to talk to you about it.

Sure. Go ahead.

Oh, well, actually, I was planning on ordering some Chinese,

and, well, I live alone,

and, well, usually a lot of it goes to waste.

Is that an invitation?

Only if you call me Tracy. How about 8?

I'll see you at 8:00, Tracy.

Great, great.

I'm at 5801

Silvercrest, apartment C.

I'll be there.

What's up?

Maybe nothing,

and then on the other hand, maybe something.

He went for it.

How could he resist?

Jane, you best be careful.

I'd sleep with Satan for Ireland.

There's a split in the community when it comes to the peace process.

Some of them believe that peace without victory is like defeat,

like spitting on the graves of the loved ones who've died,

and other people think that Adam McGuire's a saint.

And what do you think?

Oh, I think if I could learn how to eat with chopsticks...

Here, let me show you.

The first one goes between the thumb and the forefinger there.

This one goes right there.

It's just like holding a pencil, like this.

Like this?

- Looking for this? - Bastard.

How did you know?

Your performance was a little weak.

You're under arrest. Let's go.

Kill him!

No, no, Trivette, I said full lips.

That's better.

Make her nose smaller.

That's it. That's her.

Holy buckets, what a looker.

And you were doing what when she went for the knife?

I was doing my duty, Trivette.

- Yeah, Trivette. - Call for Walker.

He's right here.

Hello. Walker.

Ranger, I've got to see you right away.

God help my mother, but I can't hide the Malloys any longer.

He's talking to the Ranger.

Too bad.

Listen to this.

Ranger, he's just a lad.

If he's with them,

I'd appreciate it if you could do whatever you can to keep him alive.

I'll do what I can.

That call came from McCallum's office.

We got him.

Where we going?

St. Patrick Brendan's Church.

Father Geary?

He's dead.

He said he couldn't hide the Malloys anymore.

Check around.

Walker, there's a basement.

They left in a hurry.

They know where McGuire is.

This will be the most difficult point for the British to concede.

Oh, I agree, Adam.

Now, what about this item number seven?

They're here.

It's dead.

There's nothing but fuzz.

They're jamming. Any weapons here?

I'm Irish. Right here in the top drawer.

Chief?

There's no response from the front gate, sir.

I've sent men to check the generators.

All right. Well, give me your pistol and go see what's going on.

Yes, sir.

We've got to get out of your office. It's a dead end.

All right, follow me.

McLane, go on the stairs.

All the power's out.

Up the stairs.

Go.

This way.

Childers, go help McLane, and find McGuire.

Right.

Go.

Now, go.

It's the kid. Find McGuire.

Hey.

Hey.

Malloy.

McGuire, we were once on the same side.

But killing isn't the answer.

Yeah...

But killing you is.

Sorry, old friend.

Malloy!

Texas Rangers. Freeze.

Come on, let's go.

Troops, we have rangers inside. Be careful.

Go, men, go.

Lock and load.

Jane, Derek, give it up.

There's no way out.

Derek...

...your father's dead.

No more killing.

Dead?

Me dad's dead?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

No!

All we ever wanted was to make things better.

Yeah.

He died for his cause. You don't have to.

I love you, Derek Malloy.

Let's go home.

Let's do it.

No!

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