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Garrett King, the founder of First Pledge International,

has now become a clear and present danger to the U.S.

How long was she under water? She's pregnant.

I lost the baby.

I know.

I think it's time I have a talk with Conor Devlin.

I've heard of him.

Old-school IRA.

I... I killed his son,

and now he wants to hurt us

the same way that we hurt him.

We need protection for our families.

This is Maisie, my sister.

Don't move.

It's a bomb.

Here we go.

Fiona Quinn, MI-5.

I've been credentialed by your government

to speak to my suspect.

Devlin killed my sister and this man's daughter.

By the time I'm finished,

I'll have taken everyone you love.

Can we not do the thing

where we litigate every part of the meal?

It's friggin' exhausting.

I'm just saying, it was overcooked.

Yeah, well, next time you pay for dinner,

you can complain about it.

And for the love of God,

no TV in the bedroom tonight.

I don't want to fall asleep to fat people singing.

I got a big day tomorrow.

King?

What the...

Oh, my God!

Have a seat, Mr. Maloney.

We have business to attend to.

Hey.

Look, I know you disagree with this...

Disagree?

The man killed my sister,

and you want to put him on a plane back to Ireland?

He needs to answer for the crimes he committed there.

If you let that animal out,

you're asking for trouble.

Are you saying I can't do my job?

I'm saying you shouldn't underestimate Devlin.

My family was torn apart by Conor Devlin

before you'd even heard his name.

And he walked away, didn't he? A free man.

You had your chance.

Now it's our turn.

Unlawful use of explosives,

conspiracy to commit murder,

and most recently,

Mr. Devlin ordered the murder

of FBI Agents' family members.

Objection, Your Honor.

There is no evidence

linking my client to those murders

nor have any charges been made.

Sit down, Mr. Maloney.

This is not a criminal hearing.

We are only establishing

the right of Ireland to extradite your client.

Your Honor, the Republic of Ireland

asks the court to recognize the crimes

Conor Devlin has committed against it.

The assassination of a member of parliament,

terrorism, the funding of terrorism... What is it with her?

She's got skin in the game, too.

Conor Devlin is an Irish citizen. I'm not letting him leave this country.

He's our prisoner. He belongs here.

We're asking for what's rightfully ours.

Conor, he's got a gun on Sheila.

I didn't have a choice.

Wait outside.

Sneaking into Rikers Island?

Garrett King doesn't do something reckless like that

unless he has no choice.

I know the kind of bankroll

your family is working with in Dublin.

I just want what's mine.

Normally, you'd send someone to do your bidding.

Something tells me

you don't have anyone left.

I paid you and your men

to take care of those U.N. witnesses.

You didn't finish the job.

My son is dead.

I'd say we're even.

You're a man without an organization,

without a country,

your assets are frozen, your passport's useless.

I want my money.

Your money was used to buy blood.

You want it back,

you'll have to pay in blood.

We have a common enemy, Mr. King.

That makes us bloody best friends.

What is this, Swiss?

It's a cheese toastie,

or as they like to call it here,

a grilled cheese.

A bloody travesty is what it is.

Balsamic, avocado?

Ugh. No, no.

There is too much going on here.

I simply cannot.

Well, I didn't know you had such discerning taste,

with that chaos of scrap metal hanging off your wrist.

Hey. Sven gave it to me.

Sven?

Mm-hmm. The beau I'm currently bedding.

Don't say that to me.

He's very talented. Yeah?

Sven's an aspiring "video-game influencer."

A what? A video-game influencer? Mm-hmm.

He records himself playing video games,

and then he posts the videos online.

Oh. Has he sought treatment for this?

It can be a very lucrative career.

Some of those blokes have millions of followers.

Yeah? How many does Sven have?

31.

Hmm.

Well, he's got you, doesn't he?

So, I guess that's a start.

Aww. Aww.

What is it?

I haven't been sleeping well

since what happened.

Maisie, you're safe.

How do you know?

Because the man that came after our families

is locked up,

and we've got agents watching

every single one of his friends.

If he comes anywhere near you, we'll know.

And we'll stop them.

I promise.

Okay?

Okay.

I should go.

Just text me when you get home, okay?

Okay.

First, you've got to reload here,

but then, when you slide through the door,

look out... Pew, pew, pew!

Take out the goon with a simple double-tap...

Babe, I'm home.

And another safety shot to the di-di-dome!

What up, flock.

I'm SvenSvantastic,

and you're watching it pop off in the piz-ower hour.

Don't work too hard, sweetie.

Conor Devlin's got 100 years' family history

of murder and mayhem

and... with rare exception... Getting away with it.

IRA murders, church bombings, organized crime...

He has a dad who carved people up in the street,

and a brother who got the worst qualities from both.

None of whom have ever served a serious sentence.

Well, that's not happening this time.

We're gonna find something in all this

to prove what Devlin did to Jessie and Lydia.

Fiona, do you really want to help us?

'Cause if our case falls apart, you get what you want.

What I want is Conor Devlin in a concrete box.

I'd prefer it be in Ireland,

but if it's here, or at the bottom of the Atlantic,

that's just as well.

Okay. So what are we missing?

I don't know.

But there's a reason the Devlins

have gotten away with so much for so long.

They're not just lucky thugs.

They're smart. They study. They plan.

What's that?

It's an old book I found in his cell.

"The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.

That's a prison book if ever I saw one.

"Rule number 1.

All warfare is based on deception."

Hey.

Any luck with Maya Church's computer?

And here we nearly blew ourselves up

to grab that thing.

Not all for nothing...

We haven't discussed this, but...

there was a kiss...

if you remember.

I remember.

I don't want to rock the boat with you and Frank.

I just thought

that we could at least talk about it.

Um...

Oh.

I-I didn't realize.

And so do I.