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[whistle blows]

[upbeat electronic music]

♪ ♪

- The competition in Europe is next level.

You know, look at the first touch.

The control is better than any midfielder

I've played with back at home.

At a dedicated academy, I could learn so much from these guys.

- You know, there's more to life than football.

- Yeah, I really don't think that's true. [chuckles]

- Your mother's not gonna like you living

on the other side of an ocean.

- Yeah.

Look, hear me out.

I'm moving out of the house in two years either way.

If I train here in London,

you and mom can go on some trips,

and you always say that-- - We have to leave.

Get your things.

- What? Practice isn't over.

- We gotta go, right now.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Give me your bag.

Get in the car. - Okay, I'm getting in.

- No, you don't have to do this.

[gunshots]

- Go, go, go!

[engine revving]

- Dad?

Dad!

I need help!

[gasping]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- The shooting occurred just after 0900 hours

at a park in North London.

Alec O'Brien, a dual Irish American citizen,

died at the scene.

His teenage son, James, was rushed

to Regent's Park Medical Centre,

where he's in critical condition.

- The family was in the UK for a week,

touring youth football academies,

planning for the kid's future.

Then, this.

It's infuriating.

- It looks like a drive-by or a professional hit.

Is there any connections to organized crime?

- O'Brien grew up in Northern Ireland.

In his youth, he went by a different name, Alec Murphy.

Alec Murphy was suspected of armed robbery

in Belfast in 1994.

- He was accused of being a member

of the Irish Republican Army.

- Those charges were technically dropped.

- O'Brien has been clean ever since relocating to the States.

Apparently, he left the struggle

for a unified Ireland behind, married an American,

and he's been living as a suburban dad

for the last three decades.

- His death could still be connected.

Maybe he fell back in with his buddies from the old country.

- Okay, but he hardly deserves to be

gunned down in broad daylight in front of his kid.

Sorry.

[soft tense music]

I grew up near there.

I've been to that park dozens of times,

so this one hits close to home, literally.

- Then let's get there right away

and find whoever's responsible.

Scott's gonna meet us in London,

and while we are in the air, I want you

to pull everything you can on Alec O'Brien,

both past and present.

- Everyone's eyes were on the pitch at the time,

at least until they heard the shots.

Then multiple spectators saw a blue or black

subcompact driving away.

- Looks like they left clear tread marks

in the mud, at least.

- Well, the weather here is good that way.

Inspector Mullins, did anyone get a look at the shooter?

- Just the boy.

Two shooters, he said, wearing masks.

That's all we could get.

He was in a bad way, poor thing.

- Okay, so O'Brien is here, the shooters are there.

I mean, maybe there.

It's not great accuracy for close range.

The bullet goes through the window and hits the kid?

- That's right.

- Alec put himself between the attackers and his son.

- Yeah, that's understandable, but it left James

right in the line of fire.

- Shell casings suggest .45 caliber automatic handguns.

- Fired by people who didn't give a damn what else they hit.

- What are you thinking, Vo?

- So the ambush occurred right in the middle of practice,

when nobody else was in the parking lot.

So how did they know that O'Brien was leaving early?

- They must have been watching,

waiting for the right opportunity.

- Guys, I got something you should see.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Could be nothing, just somebody's gym clothes

left behind in all the commotion,

but I don't think so.

- It's a message.

- Tout?

- It's what the Irish call informers

who work with the police, but it's incredibly derogatory.

During the Troubles, "touts get shot," was a common refrain.

- Paramilitaries used hit squads

to execute anyone who turned.

- So O'Brien was shot because he was informing on the IRA.

- It tracks with the relocation and the change of identity,

but London Police didn't say anything about it.

- So who exactly was he talking to?

♪ ♪

- The last thing I want is a return to the days

of IRA street violence.

Not here, not in London.

- I agree, Officer Stroud.

Was MI5 in contact with Alec O'Brien?

- No, not really.

When he booked his travel, we flagged it and advised him

that his protection agreement

only applied in the United States.

He didn't respond.

- The protection deal you gave him for being an informant.

- It's my government's strict policy to neither confirm

nor deny whether any particular individual has ever operated

as a clandestine agent.

- Okay, but you did relocate him.

And according to his FBI file, he was detained in the '90s,

so can you at least confirm that?

- Well before my time, but yes.

O'Brien, or Murphy, as he was then known,

was questioned by our Northern Ireland office in 1994.

But those records have been sealed for decades.

- Okay, well, I think it's time we open them up again.

If he was informing on someone, maybe that person

was the one who killed him.

- It's hardly that simple.

The IRA operates under a strict code of silence.

Breaking that code is punishable by death.

O'Brien knew this.

A few whispers, and every thug in Ireland would want him dead.

He must have thought that enough time had passed

that it was safe to return.

Clearly, he was wrong.

- Well, give me access to his MI5 file,

or at least tell me what he was informing about.

- I'll see what I can do.

But again, I can neither--

- Confirm nor deny, right.

- Yeah.

- You know what?

Let me know if I'm off-base here,

but a man was brutally murdered,

and you do not seem too beaten up about it.

- The IRA is a recognized terror organization.

Membership is a crime, even in Ireland.

You and your team, you're welcome to set up shop here

at Thames House and help me get them off the streets,

but if you're asking me to shed tears for a terrorist,

I can't help you.

O'Brien brought this on himself.

- Got it.

Well, I gotta go visit a teenage boy

with a gunshot wound, so maybe we can at least

get justice for him, huh?

- No more questions.

Not until they tell me James is okay.

- I know this is a terrible time,

but we wanna find out who did this, and every second counts.

- I don't know how I can help.

I wasn't even there.

- James is an eyewitness, okay,

but when the doctors say he's able,

we'll need to talk to him as well.

But while he is in surgery, you are all we've got.

- Okay.

- Did your husband meet with anybody during this trip?

Old contacts, family? - No.

Alec has relatives in Ireland, of course,

but he never kept in touch.

The trip was James's idea.

He made this whole presentation.

He was so passionate.

How does a parent say no to that?

- Did Alec ever talk about his involvement with the IRA?

- Never.

I knew he grew up in a tough time,

and he was proud of his Irish heritage,

but he wasn't a criminal.

And he sure as hell wasn't violent.

That is not the man I knew.

[sentimental music]

When I met him, he was a grad student with a nice accent

and no interest in politics.

- Is there anyone who could have known

that he was an informant?

- He didn't even tell me!

Damn it!

You're just doing your job, I get it.

But every one of these questions

makes me feel I don't know my husband,

and I can't think that right now.

I need him.

Our son needs him.

He didn't even wanna come on this trip.

He was just being a good father.

♪ ♪

- Our one eyewitness is still in surgery.

The bullet was difficult to remove,

but the kid is hanging in there.

- That's good to hear. We may have an ID on a car.

- A blue BMW was reported stolen two days ago

from a lot near Stansted Airport.

The tire treads of that model are consistent

with the tracks at the scene. - Great.

Have Amanda check for passengers

with criminal records landing at that airport

on that day from Derry, Belfast, Dublin, you know--

- I'm on it.

I'll have to loop in MI5 as well.

- I'm not sure how forthcoming they're gonna be.

- Your meeting with Stroud didn't go well?

- No.

I'm used to MI5 sharing everything,

but there is something about this guy.

He's making it hard to dig into O'Brien's past.

- Sounds like what we need is a source within IRA circles.

- You know someone?

- Yeah, but it will require doing something

I generally try to avoid.

- Which is?

- Visiting my mother.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

I doubt I'm gonna need backup.

You can still run for the hills.

- Oh, I wouldn't miss this.

- Well, I don't believe it.

A visit from my own daughter.

Is it Christmas already?

- It's good to see you too, Mum.

- What are you doing ringing the bell?

- You know I don't have a key anymore.

Andre, this is my mother, Scarlett.

- It's a real pleasure to meet you, ma'am.

- Well, don't just stand there on the doorstep

like you're selling something, come on in.

Terry, she's here.

Come and see if you recognize your daughter.

- Dad.

[both chuckle] - Darling.

- Our prayers have been answered.

She's brought a man home.

- She's joking.

- Nice to meet you, sir. - Oh, call me Terry.

It's an absolute pleasure.

We're having tea.

Scarlett makes the best teas.

And the sandwiches?

- Well, I didn't have time to make sandwiches, did I?

- No, it's okay, Mum, we don't have time for tea anyway.

We're here on a case.

- Since Megan started with the FBI,

we see her even less than her brother.

But I won't hold that against you, Andre.

- I appreciate that.

- Mum, I was hoping you could help me

find your old friend, Niall.

I don't remember his surname.

- What's this about? - Oh, the Irishman?

- That's right.

He used to visit when we were kids.

He told stories about your time in Belfast.

Do you think he's still in the IRA?

- [scoffs] Well, I'm sure I don't know.

And it's not polite to talk about politics.

- This is for a homicide investigation.

There could be actual lives on the line.

- If you'll excuse me, I think

I'm gonna go back to my book. - Dad.

- No, no, no, no, it's fine.

So lovely to see you, darling.

Nice to meet you, Andre.

- You know he doesn't like how dangerous your job is.

- Well, I can't help that.

I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important.

- Oh, well, that much is obvious.

- We didn't mean to put you on the spot.

In fact, I'm just here to enjoy this wonderful tea

and get to know you.

But Smitty told me you were a nurse in Belfast

during the last years of the fighting.

- Yes--when I was fresh out of nursing college,

I traveled to Northern Ireland a few weeks a year

for work experience.

We tended to patients on both sides.

- That's where you and Niall met?

- Yeah, I stitched up some of his mates after a raid

on the pub where he worked.

Yeah, he offered all the nurses free drinks.

- Those mates were IRA leaders.

- If someone was hurt, I helped them.

- Maybe he can return the favor.

- Oh, we haven't spoken in years.

I mean, Niall Walsh was entertaining

and he brought you treats, but he was a criminal.

And the last thing he wants is a call from the police.

Now, please, promise you'll drop this

and leave the past alone, hey?

♪ ♪

- Did you get it? - Got it.

Contact's full name is Niall Walsh.

She gave us just enough details that Tate was able

to get a location and a number.

- Okay, great.

I'm almost at MI5.

Let's regroup here before you make the call.

- Just one request.

I'd appreciate it if we could keep this contact hush-hush,

from MI5 and my disapproving mother.

[car alarm blaring]

- Cam? Cam, are you there?

- A bomb just went off.

I'm okay.

[tense music]

Stay back! Stay back!

It's a blue BMW.

I'm not seeing anyone inside.

- We're on our way.

- Wait, there's something written here.

"We're coming for more touts.

Try and stop us and you're next."

It's signed Saoirse Nua.

- Saoirse Nua.

Whoever they are, they're just getting started.

- Okay, the clock is ticking.

Anybody bold enough to blow up a car outside MI5

is liable to try just about anything.

What do we have on the cameras in the area?

- Two suspects, blue BMW.

It all lines up with the perpetrators

of the O'Brien shooting.

- Any luck getting an ID?

- Not with the masks.

- What about the message? - Ah.

Saoirse Nua, it translates to new freedom,

and it's not a person,

it's an extreme-left party based in Ireland.

It's allegedly the political wing of the new IRA.

- Now we're getting somewhere. - Yeah.

They splintered off from Sinn Féin,

taking the more militant dissidents with them.

- Are they claiming credit for the attack?

- No, but their founder, Sullivan Archer,

has been railing against British police

all week on social media.

I found this on their private group.

- They're holding a rally tomorrow morning.

Archer's in London right now.

protestors: One goal: one Ireland,

one future!

One goal: one Ireland, one future!

- Can we count on you to support

the release of all political prisoners

held by the British state? - Absolutely.

Can you point us to whoever's in charge?

- Why?

- We'd like to make a financial contribution.

- You should talk to Sullivan.

- Sullivan Archer.

- That's right.

And you must be more cops

who have no right to disrupt our lawful protest.

- We're with the FBI.

We're investigating a car bombing.

- Saw that on the news.

Thank heavens nobody was hurt.

- Well, we believe it's tied to a homicide.

- The bombers left a threat,

signed with the name of your party.

- Anyone could have written that.

The government would love to paint Saoirse Nua

as a terrorist group.

- Maybe one of these people took your call

for Irish freedom too far.

- No party can be held responsible

for the actions of its most extreme supporters.

- All right.

How long have you and your group been in town?

- Three days, but there is no way

anyone here could have been involved in any crime.

And I can prove it.

See these, uh, gentlemen?

MI5 have been watching me and my group since we landed.

Don't believe me?

Go ask them.

[suspenseful music]

- Niall?

- Oh, Smitty Garretson.

What a day this has turned out to be.

- I appreciate you coming all this way.

It's been, what, 20 years? - Oh, don't be sorry.

I didn't expect to live this long, either.

[both laugh]

- Have I kept you waiting?

- No, I was early.

I'm a little nervous.

There's a pub around the corner.

Do you fancy a drink?

- Oh, I'm at work.

- Of course.

Probably just as well.

If you're anything like your mother,

you'd drink me under the table.

- What, Scarlett?

With her two tiny sips of sherry each Christmas?

- [chuckles] That may be now, but back in the day,

she was an incredible lush.

- [laughs]

- And I mean that in the best possible way.

- I'll have to take your word for it.

It's a shame you two lost touch.

- Aye, must be five years since I've seen her.

But we're not here to reminisce, are we?

- I'm afraid not.

Did you receive the materials I sent you?

- Aye, but Smitty...

I do not know who's behind all of this.

- I do understand,

but I was hoping with your connections,

you'd be able to point me to potential targets.

- You mean other suspected touts?

- Come on, Northern Ireland isn't a big place.

You still know the players.

- All the real troublemakers have passed on.

- So call the ones that haven't.

Ask around.

- I have heard rumors that things

may be starting up again.

But who would want those days back, I don't know.

Don't get me wrong, I still believe in the cause

as much as ever.

Tactics we used, we were fools.

- You want things to be different, here's your chance.

Help me, before what happened to Alec O'Brien and his family

happens to someone else.

- I'll make some calls.

Really good to see you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- If this is about Sullivan Archer, you can shelve it.

He was ruled out by the MI5.

- Is this a bad time?

- [sighs] Sorry, we're just chasing our tail,

and it's starting to get to me.

What's up?

- Well, good news first.

I just got off the phone with the hospital,

and James O'Brien's surgery was a success.

He's not ready to talk yet, but he's stable.

- That's great. I'll have Cameron standing by.

What's the bad news?

- It's just a thought, but two things don't make sense to me.

Why is MI5 being so secretive with O'Brien's file?

And why is the IRA suddenly targeting old informants?

Maybe the same event explains both.

- Okay.

- Is it possible that Stroud or someone else in law enforcement

leaked O'Brien's file?

- That's a hell of an accusation.

- Last year, police in Norfolk and Suffolk

released the data of thousands of victims and witnesses

in response to a Freedom of Information request.

Can we at least rule it out?

- I'll give it a shot.

Stroud and I are due for a polite conversation

about transparency.

- The very suggestion is deeply offensive to me,

Agent Forrester.

- The leaks could come from anywhere.

One of your people could have an axe to grind with O'Brien,

and they could have let his file slip out the door.

- Just because the FBI isn't being read in

on every single detail, doesn't mean

that I am collaborating with the enemy.

Whose side are you actually on?

- The victims.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- What exactly do you want, Agent Forrester?

- Take a long, hard look at your people.

Recheck everything.

If you want, we can do it together.

Old grudges can be held for years, on either side.

- This is it.

We're looking for a priest?

- Father Ian Crowley.

Apparently, he's been an important voice

in maintaining the ceasefire.

- And you trust your contact's intel?

- Niall said he's kept close ties

with the IRA and the police,

so he could be a valuable source.

♪ ♪

- In here! He's here!

Gunshot wound to the abdomen.

He's still breathing. Call it in.

- This is Garretson, I'm...

- Father Crowley, can you hear me?

- I'm at 358 Midbury Road in Letchworth.

[dogs barking] We need backup.

We're looking for an armed suspect.

Oh, bloody hell!

[dogs barking]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

- Help is on the way.

Just breathe.

I got you, okay, just breathe.

You're gonna be okay.

♪ ♪

- Don't move! Don't even twitch!

- Myra Leighton.

23 years old, lives in Derry.

Your business card has your website.

Online contributor to a series of Irish nationalist sites.

You just handed us a clear motive, by the way.

That's helpful.

- You're not British.

- American. I'm FBI.

- And what do you buck eejits have to do with any of this?

- The gun you tried to kill me with

is a ballistics match to the bullets

pulled from two American citizens,

Alec and James O'Brien.

so you're wasting your time.

- So you don't wanna talk about murdering Father Crowley?

Or setting a car bomb off in downtown London?

♪ ♪

You know what? I don't wanna talk about any of that, either,

because you clearly don't give a damn.

But I can think of something you do care about.

- Don't know who that is.

- That's your boyfriend, Brennan O'Doherty.

You got charged for auto theft together 18 months ago.

Then you used this credit card to buy you both tickets

on a ferry from Dublin three days ago,

and then you stole a car

and went on a shooting spree together,

killing informants, trying to reignite a war.

Any of that ringing a bell?

- The Good Friday Agreement was a capitulation

that my generation will not stand by and accept.

- Where's Brennan, Myra?

Who is he gonna hit next?

- The Brits have used spies and informants

against the Irish people since the beginning.

Loyalist gangs murder IRA members,

and the police look the other way.

And you don't see anyone digging up those cases, do you?

- You killed a priest.

There's no moral high ground for you here.

How'd you and Brennan learn about O'Brien's

informant work, anyway?

You weren't even born at that time.

Who's really calling the shots, Myra?

Best you can do is cooperate

and tell me who your boyfriend's hiding

before he gets himself killed.

It's all I've got for you.

- Thanks, but I would rather rot in jail

and watch him die than be a tout.

♪ ♪

- I know it's tough with the masks they were wearing,

but could these be the people you saw?

- I don't know.

I'm sorry, I didn't really look at anyone, to be honest.

It was weird.

I think I mainly was looking at the guns.

- That's okay.

That happens a lot, actually.

- I did get a good look at the older guy with the bag.

- There was another guy? - Yeah, he was in the stands.

He kept staring at my dad like the two of them

knew each other.

That's why we left.

I've never seen my dad scared before.

- What did this person look like?

- He had gray hair, long in the back, but it was thinning.

Tall white guy.

- And how old was he?

- Would you say older than your dad?

- Yeah, definitely.

Here, swipe through these photos

and tell me if you recognize anybody.

It's just like the world's worst dating app.

- Okay.

- What is that?

- My colleagues in Budapest,

they've been pulling together a collection

of suspected IRA members.

Now, we've been looking at people younger,

but James's description narrows it down considerably.

♪ ♪

- That's him, that's the guy.

- Are you sure? - 100%.

- I've gotta get this out right away.

I am so sorry.

- I hope he resists.

I hope that you kill him.

♪ ♪

- Padraig McEwan, former IRA leader.

Do you know him? - Yeah.

He runs a nationalist website. It's called The Hub.

- Where Myra Leighton is a freelance contributor.

They know each other.

McEwan finds a group,

a new generation of radicalists

who are looking for a target for their anger,

and he gives them one: informants.

- And his son can put him at the scene

of his father's murder. - That's right.

Admittedly, it's not hard proof.

- I might be able to help with that.

McEwan's brother died six months ago in prison.

Upon his death, taped testimony was unsealed.

I reviewed the transcripts myself.

None of it mentioned O'Brien, and so I ruled it out.

But after our conversation, I decided to take another look.

Unfortunately, due to a clerical error,

additional recordings from other cases were released,

including statements from O'Brien

and Father Crowley.

- That puts them right in McEwan's crosshairs

while he's grieving.

Scapegoats for his brother's death.

- It appears your theory was partially correct.

Law enforcement did reveal the identities of the informants,

but it wasn't on purpose.

It was a mistake.

We simply let our guard down.

- You have to relocate every single one of these witnesses

in the transcript immediately.

- The process is already underway.

What matters now is that we locate McEwan

before he strikes again.

Your team has already given me a way to do that.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm going to arrest Niall Walsh.

- Niall didn't have anything to do with this.

How did MI5 even know that I contacted him?

- Stroud is sharp.

He probably was watching him

the second he arrived in London.

- He was doing me a personal favor, Scott.

He trusted me. - I know.

But when he tipped us off about the attack on Crowley

before it happened, Stroud figured that he was

talking to someone involved.

- They're gonna charge him as an accomplice.

- The search for the second shooter has turned up nothing.

Niall is the only link that they've got.

Do you know where he is now?

- No.

He isn't answering my calls.

Mum, I am trying to protect him!

- Keep your voice down. Your father's asleep.

- If he's contacted you,

if there's anything that you know...

- I certainly wouldn't tell you.

You lied to me, and now Niall is in danger.

- I never meant for this to happen.

- Oh, you never meant it.

Is that what you'll say when they find him

shot dead in the street?

And how long before the IRA realize

he's working with the police and they come after him too?

- I am sorry for lying to you, but it is my job.

- No, your job is irrelevant.

Niall Walsh had nothing to do with anything

until you stuck your nose in.

You did it because you're selfish.

- You're having a drink?

This is unhinged.

- I haven't seen that man in 20 years.

And you managed to find him and ruin his life in the same day.

- 5 years. - What?

- Niall said he last saw you 5 years ago, not 20.

- Oh, fine, whatever it is, I don't remember.

It doesn't matter.

- I think it does.

You're deliberately downplaying how close you two are.

- Oh, don't be dramatic.

You're making me upset and confused.

- Who confuses 5 years with 20?

You're lying to me.

[sentimental music]

- Niall cared deeply about our family,

about me, about you, and you manipulated that.

He has a good heart.

- You're in love with him.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- Yes, you are.

That's why you didn't want me digging into the past.

here in front of all of us.

It must have gone on for years.

- You can judge me all you like,

but Niall's a good man.

And you signed his death warrant.

[tense music]

Get out of this house.

♪ ♪

- I've been reading Niall's record.

He was a person of interest in the Docklands bombing in 1996.

An explosion in London killed 2, over 100 wounded.

And Niall was here in town at the time.

- They can't connect him. He wasn't charged.

- Right.

Maybe he was just here to visit my mother.

I never should have involved my family.

- Smitty, there's no going back now.

I know that this is complicated for you,

but Stroud is not wrong.

Niall is the best shot we have at finding McEwan

before anyone else gets killed.

He can help us.

- Okay.

I'll send him another message.

This time, I'll tell him I know about the affair.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Is this why you've been helping me?

Guilt? - Smitty.

- Don't call me that.

Is it over?

- It was doomed from the start.

Two people on opposite sides of a war

with conflicting loyalties.

- Like marriage.

- Yeah.

Scarlett was already engaged when we first met.

I was the impulsive one.

Your mother, she was practical and whip smart,

like you were back then.

I remember.

♪ ♪

- Look, MI5 knows you're in contact with Padraig McEwan.

They're threatening to charge you with being in the IRA

unless you turn on him.

- I had nothing to do with this.

The only reason I got back in was to help you.

- You sent me to Crowley without telling me

he was the next target.

You almost got my partner killed.

- I told you everything I know, I swear.

- I don't imagine they'll believe that.

- What are you gonna do?

Meet with McEwan, wear a wire.

If you do that and we can get him,

then I can convince MI5 to forget about your past.

♪ ♪

- I'll do it.

- Are you sure?

- I've made very bad decisions in my life.

I'll try to make this one right.

- We need him admitting that he gave the orders,

because right now, everything we have is circumstantial.

- We'll be watching and listening.

Once we hear what we need, our people will move in.

- You best keep some distance.

McEwan is a crafty bastard.

He'll have somebody watching his back.

Padraig.

- It's been a long time, old man.

You look like the world chewed you up and spit you out again.

- Because it has.

[laughter]

- Two pints, Tommy.

- Comms are up, reading them both clearly.

- Waiting for your signal.

- So, I hear you been calling around after me,

talking to all our old friends.

- Yeah, I heard about your brother.

I thought I'd come and find you and pay my respects.

- We had to fight just to get his body back to Dublin.

- Politicians and bureaucrats.

You know, sometimes I miss the guns.

Guys are telling me about Crowley and O'Brien, two touts.

You know, I should be buying the next round

for what you did to them.

- There's a new generation for that now.

All full of piss and vinegar, and no real sense of loss.

- Well, the car bomb made that pretty clear.

You sure that was a good idea?

- That was Myra, the girl who got picked up.

I just told them to ditch the car.

Kids have a flair for the dramatic.

- Well, if they can find O'Brien on their own

after all this time, we're in good hands.

- Well, not on their own exactly.

The police themselves sent his name to "The Harp."

A lady at the academy tipped me off he was coming.

With Crowley, that made two confirmed touts in London.

I couldn't let that chance pass.

- You're not worried that the shooters

might find a conscience?

- [laughs] Are you kidding?

Those kids said yes

before I could finish giving them the order.

- [claps]

That's it, that's what we need.

Stroud, move in.

- Mind if I join you gentlemen?

- What's going on?

- William Stroud, MI5.

Both of you are coming with me.

- Oh, there is no way that's happening.

[tense music]

Where the hell do you think you are?

- Well, we're not in Belfast anymore, are we, McEwan?

♪ ♪

- Your friend came through.

- Hang on a minute.

We've been spotted. Get down!

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Anybody hit? - We're okay.

- We gotta make a move.

- Wait!

He's right there.

Hold tight.

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

- The evidence.

- Couldn't let the recording get shot up.

- Well done.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, we got them.

♪ ♪

- I know it's not much comfort,

but I wanted to let you know that we did put an end

to Padraig McEwen's attempts to escalate violence.

And thanks to your help, other informers are safe,

and the people who killed your father,

they have been apprehended.

- And they're going to jail?

- With the evidence we have, I am confident

that they will be convicted and put away for a long time.

[soft dramatic music]

- Thanks.

And I shouldn't have told you to kill them.

I don't care about revenge.

My dad wouldn't have wanted that.

- We're going home

to bury the peaceful man we knew.

♪ ♪

- Great work.

- Thank you.

Niall Walsh played a key role,

so we need to make sure that he's protected.

- Yeah, yeah, you have my word.

His slate's wiped clean.

If you like, the FBI can handle his relocation,

in the spirit of transparency.

- I appreciate that.

- It's mystifying, isn't it?

Protestants, Catholics, Republicans, unionists,

all one people, all fighting tooth and nail

over who the hell we are.

Endlessly turning on each other.

Does it ever end?

- I wish I knew.

- Back to work, I suppose.

♪ ♪

- Andre, would you look at this?

- Is something wrong?

- It's one of the pictures from the database

of old IRA members.

- That's now?

- From 1998.

Am I crazy?

Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

- You really wanna know?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Were you going to disappear without a word then?

- I thought you could never forgive me.

- I see.

Well, the least you could do is say goodbye to your daughter.

- Wha-- - I know the truth.

- That's not the way-- - Don't.

I do this for a living.

I checked.

You're my father.

[soft music]

- I wanted to tell you the truth, I swear.

- It's funny.

It explains a few things, actually.

Her constant criticism, all the arguments.

How could I possibly be good enough

when my whole existence is a reminder

for her own imperfections?

- Whatever you think of me, you must forgive your mother.

She never meant to hurt anyone.

Nor did I.

- So what happens now?

- Well...

I'll have to disappear.

- I could help you

to relocate to Budapest.

And maybe we could be in each other's lives

a little, somehow.

- I made the decision a long time ago,

the best thing I could do for my little girl

is let her go.

Now this is the answer to my prayer,

one last moment with my daughter.

♪ ♪

- Are you going back already?

- Work is waiting.

I just wanted to say a quick goodbye

and let you know that Niall is fine.

He was able to tell me everything I needed to know.

- Dad.

Um...

♪ ♪

Thank you for always being there for me.

- [laughs]

- I'll call you as soon as I can.

Next time, I wanna hear all about that book.

♪ ♪

- What do you need right now?

You wanna get drunk or go to a shooting range?

There someone I need to beat up?

Just tell me what you need.

- A friend.

- I'm right here.

- Let's go home.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]