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His name is Conor Devlin.

I killed his son, and now he wants to hurt us

the same way that we hurt him.

By the time I'm finished,

I'll have taken everyone you love.

This is Maisie, my sister.

She's alive, and that means she has a chance.

But it also means he has plans for her, Ryan.

You'll have to pay in blood.

Ahh!

He's still breathing. Fight.

We've applied for extradition.

The man killed my sister,

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

What I want is Conor Devlin in a concrete box.

If it's here, or at the bottom of the Atlantic, that's just as well.

Your extradition to Ireland has been approved.

VFA 2-0-6 on descent into Dublin.

I'm gonna get an ETA from the pilot.

We've been on this plane for five hours.

And you're the only one

who hasn't looked me in the eye.

Ryan Booth.

As soon as we land, an armed convoy

will be waiting to take you to an Irish prison.

You tell us where Maisie Doyle is,

we'll tell them you cooperated.

It was you who killed my son, wasn't it?

It was me.

I don't think so.

You're right. It was me.

And I'd do it again.

It was each one of us.

Easy for you to say, Miss Parrish.

You haven't lost anyone.

Yet.

You think you're the first animal I'm up against?

I've been hunted, imprisoned,

chased to the end of the world.

I'm still here.

So am I, love.

So am I.

Hey.

_

Oh, I'm better. Thanks.

Good. So, we've interrogated every dockworker,

we've searched every ship that left New York City

the night Maisie disappeared, and she's gone.

They probably offloaded the girls onto smaller ships

to evade detection.

_

Still looking? No, she's gone.

She's probably already in Ireland.

_

What the hell?

Shelby!

Okay. We're losing cabin pressure.

Ryan.

Get Devlin.

That's good, Shelby. Deep breaths.

You can ditch your mask. We're low enough to breathe.

Bad news is we're about two minutes from crashing.

We got to bail now! Let's go!

Alex was gonna question Devlin again on the flight over.

Maybe she got something. Let's just wait till she checks in.

No, no. I'm done waiting. I'm done following leads.

I'm going to Ireland to find my sister.

- Harry. - Owen!

What?

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Hey! Shelby. You okay?

Yeah. You?

I think so.

Okay. Uh...

Oh, no.

Ryan. Ryan?

- Hey. -

Am I dead?

No. You're in Ireland.

Oh, babe. Thank God.

Any of you seen McQuigg?

The last I saw, he was headed to the other side of the lake.

Wind must've caught him.

We should call the Irish authorities, tell them what happened.

- No. Don't. - Why not?

The best thing we have going for us right now

is that Conor Devlin thinks we're dead.

She's right.

This whole county is Devlin-controlled territory.

You saw the cop on the plane. He's got people everywhere.

He's right. No one knows we're coming.

We're ghosts. Let's keep it that way.

That can't be good.

This thing hasn't run since Beatlemania.

Oh, ye of little faith.

Shipping and Receiving.

Jolly Roger, 82741. I need a relay.

- This isn't a secure line. - I need a relay now.

You need a secure line. Discard your mobile now,

dry clean, and find a public landline.

- - Wa...

We need to find a payphone.

Ha! German engineering.

Come on. Let's go.

Shipping and Receiving.

Jolly Roger, 82741.

As the crow flies?

Alfa bravo papa 364.

Special Agent Parrish, you're free to speak.

All right. I need an urgent relay to the New York office.

Special Agent Harry Doyle.

They're alive.

They're alive.

Alex called. They parachuted out of the plane.

- Ohh. - _

They're fine. They got separated from McQuigg.

Look, my flight leaves in an hour, so...

I'll go with you.

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Ireland.

What's going on, there, boy-o?

Looks like you're in a spot of trouble.

I'm American. FBI.

And I'm Batman.

D'ja have a smooth flight?

Bit of turbulence. Nothing unexpected.

Radio says you went down

in a fiery crash over the Wicklow Mountains.

Congratulations, brother. You're dead.

It's good to see you.

It's good to be home.

Something wrong, boy?

Just good to see you, Conor. That's all.

Little Bobby's never seen a man

resurrected from the dead before, is all.

He doesn't know the things that my big brother is capable of.

I've been 10 years gone. Might need a little reminding.

Come on, then.

You the man in charge?

I'm Chief O'Kealy.

My name's Mike McQuigg. Special Agent with the FBI.

I know who you say you are, son.

You want us to believe Conor Devlin hijacked

an American military plane with four FBI agents aboard?

Yeah, he had some help.

Ah. Either that or he's a sorcerer.

Now... let's try it again, eh?

Try again?

You should be out there hunting Conor Devlin.

The man murdered my sister.

Ah. So you got an ax to grind.

What the hell are you talking about?

Sounds to me like you've got a good reason to kill Conor Devlin.

Maybe you sabotaged that plane, Special Agent Mike McQuigg.