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Now, I serve the politics of both sides,
You broke every rule, Hughie.
I buried my brother-in-law, before that, my da and my two cousins.
What about our mule?
I'll have my cell at all times.
gives me leeway to press certain men
You were once one of those hotheads, Liam.
Their names, aliases, and location!
Ngoc Minh Quan.
Good man.
Yes. I'm Chinese Nung.
Yeah.
(QUAN YELLS)
We don't want them jumping to the wrong conclusion
But if you give us something useful,
(LAUGHS) Hardly. It was the toilet in the hall.
No one gets hurt. That's what we agreed to. You gave me your word.
No, I don't need them. I'll handle it.
Plans are afoot to put the paratroops
(PANTING) Is that your laptop? Yeah.
I need you to go to London and meet someone...
Punji sticks, if you can believe that.
Now, that we're all here,
Let him be.
LIAM: Jesus Christ!
It's been a long time, indeed.
So, don't wait up, and don't be worried.
why are these IRA men, who come from your own ranks,
And so, she reached out to me.
from Wapping High Street to the A1203.
He's afraid to use his power.
I want to know who they are, who's behind them.
trying to ID any call terminating at the time of the incident.
You don't give a shit about those men!
Sit.
Unless someone here's got a better idea.
(GRUNTS)
Not even fuckin' warnings!
Six more men are on their way from Belfast.
He roughed up Benny and Sean. They'll be fine.
(WATER STOPS)
Do you even know what's happened?
I've spoken to the PM.
Oh, Jesus.
How did you find me?
but we'll find a way.
Liam, it sounds like he's trained.
Sara just confirmed he's going.
mixed it with weed killer, packed it into some plastic plumbing pipes.
(DOORBELL RINGING)
Stop, stop, stop!
We just need the right mule.
I'll consider it.
Will they get punished?
You're Catholic, but you fought for British. Why?
Go fuck yourself.
A Mr. Quan from London, very insistent.
taking classes at the open university.
you know nothing about?
An acute case of food poisoning.
All I'm adding is the Semtex, a micro-chip, and a few inches of wire.
You tell your supervisor I'll be calling back.
Twelve dead so far, three times as many injured.
You're on the next flight back to London.
You gave me up to the Brits?
(IAN CHUCKLES)
not profiting off a divided one.
(WOMAN SOBBING)
Intent on God knows what, and you're calling it a problem?
A Richard Bromley in SO15.
JOKER: Room clear!
And for some, they are more than happy to resort to violence,
(SIGHS) I've just come from Downing Street.
Go, go, go!
She used you.
Aye. I wouldn't count on it.
We go now, to an interview I recorded earlier in Belfast
So, you can appreciate the need for discretion.
For God's sake, 16 dead, twice that injured.
Four came up short. Two were yours.
No. Not yet.
go back to New York, son.
(PHONE RINGS)
We apologize for the inconvenience.
Talk, you rotten slag!
MARY: What is goin' on?
It's a nice dress. You'll be very pretty.
nor how your cozy relationship with him will sink your career...
Well, I've been better. There's been another bombing.
(WOMEN SCREAMING) (QUAN GRUNTS)
Same as before. Fear and anger.
I tried my best to console him,
Never been more so, Patty.
(DEVICE BEEPS) (EXPLOSION)