Ryan, why don't you come down here and face me?
Could you smell her flower, Liam?
I've enjoyed talking to you, Liam. I don't want to be rude, but I must go. Your new wife and daughter just got home.
My name is Liam. Liam McGivney.
I'm not from here. I'm from Ireland. I was born and raised in Belfast. We were at war. I was just a kid. They recruited me off the playground. One minute, I'm a kid on the merry-go-round thinkin' how blue the sky is and the next I'm learning how to turn bleach into bombs. My whole life I was taught to hate the English. Get them out of Ireland.
Then you're I.R.A.
No, he was too crazy for that.
I screwed up his plans. I tried to stop his bomb. The others got killed, he got captured. I turned my back on him. I left. I want you to leave. Go to the Cape. Go to Max's. Do it right now.
This is my home.
Katie, you can't stay around here, around me. Do you understand that? Now, it's safe in there. Go in, get your stuff and go.
I don't even... I don't even know who you are.
Yeah, more than you know. It was Gaerity.
He killed Blanket with concussion. He blew Rita and Cortez out of the truck. He's taking out the squad the same way his sister and the others died back in Ireland.
He blames me for what happened. He's probably right.
That bomb would've killed hundreds if it had blown like Gaerity had wanted. That doesn't matter to Ryan. He's killed three. He'll go for more. He's already... He's already threatened Liz and Katie.
In your cottage. Hope you don't mind.
I told her the truth. I should've a long time ago.
So, you found us, Liam? And your country's birthday as well?
You always made us laugh, Ryan.
We sure had good time, didn't we, Liam?
Yeah, we did, and you're not fun anymore. (frisks Gaerity) Do you have any weapons, Ryan?
No, no, just this. (reveals a remote control) Look. Now you're gonna blow my brains or shoot my finger off? What do you think it's the safest course of action, Liam? Think it over.
Why don't you do it? I'm tired of war. Go ahead, take us both.
No, no, it's not for us. It's for your lovely wife. It could be her farewell performance. Now you would be back away from me that goddamn pistol.
There she is sawing away on her fiddle for 500,000 beautiful Americans celebrating revolution. I'll bet little Lizzy is there as well. She's waiting for the fireworks, Liam.