Patriot Games

Admiral Greer:
Excuse me, Jack, tell me one thing in life that is absolutely for certain.

Jack Ryan:
My daughter's love.

Marty Cantor:
Jack, do you have any idea what a big deal it is to retask those satellites?

Jack Ryan:
Yeah.

Jack Ryan:
I want to know where Sean Miller and Kevin O'Donnell are.

Paddy O'Neil:
Let me try and understand this. You want me to sell out my fellow Irishman to you? Is that why you came down here? You don't understand me at all.

Jack Ryan:
Oh, I think I do.

Paddy O'Neil:
Look I don't give a damn what they've done but the day that I sell out my countrymen will be the day that I put a bullet through my own head.

Jack Ryan:
That's it then, huh?

Paddy O'Neil:
That's it. You know on second thoughts maybe I won't have a drink with you.

Jack Ryan:
Ok then I'll go home.

Paddy O'Neil:
Have a safe trip.

Jack Ryan:
I'll go home and call the TV stations. Give them what they want. Let them take their cameras into my daughter's hospital room - put it on the evening news. i don't give a sh*t whether you did it or not and neither will anyone else but I will put such a strangle hold on your gun money that you'll be out in the street throwing rocks! I will f***ing destroy you! I will make it my mission in life.

Jimmy O'Reardon:
Ah, ye're not gonna make me wear a rubber, are ye? Ye know, the church says wearin' one o' them's a sin, darlin'.

Annette Bearer:
So's this. Darlin'.

Sean Miller:
I saw his wife and daughter die, but she and Neddy blew it. Ryan's still alive.

Kevin O'Donnell:
They're not dead, Sean.

Sean Miller:
What?

Kevin O'Donnell:
They survived it. I can't say it any plainer than that. It doesn't matter. Your trip served its purpose.

Sean Miller:
It *does* matter!

Sean Miller:
How's the family, Ryan? Nearly lost 'em, didn't you? It's easy to get at them. Are you there?

Jack Ryan:
Yeah.

Sean Miller:
I understand your little girl's feeling better. Lost her spleen, eh? Pity, that. Make it a might difficult for her to fight off infection, eh Jacky boy?

Jack Ryan:
You sick son of a b*tch.

Jack Ryan:
Paddy O'Neil can sleep at night. And he probably enjoys the irony. She's not Irish; she's English.

Marty Cantor:
You tell him you're looking for a girl, so he gives you pictures of a girl.

Jack Ryan:
I didn't tell him I was looking for a girl, Marty.

Robby Jackson:
So, you just waded on in like John Wayne. Why'd you do it? What were you thinking, man?

Jack Ryan:
I don't know. I wasn't thinking.

Robby Jackson:
That's it? You sound like some of my students.

Jack Ryan:
It just pissed me off. I couldn't just stand there and watch him shoot those people right in front of me. It was... rage. Pure rage... Just made me mad.

Robby Jackson:
Here's hoping you never get mad at me, man.

Cathy Ryan:
It was him, wasn't it? He's never gonna leave us alone.

Jack Ryan:
He'll never get that close to us again, honey. That's why he calls in the middle of the night. It's all he can do.

Cathy Ryan:
You get him, Jack. I don't care what you have to do. Just get him.

[about Paddy O'Neil and the pictures he provided to Jack]

Marty Cantor:
You tell O'Neil that you're looking for a girl, he gives you the pictures of a girl. He obliges you to get you off his back. And you believe him?

Jack Ryan:
I didn't tell him I was looking for a girl, Marty.

Marty Cantor:
[about Sean Miller] They were moving him to Albany Prison in the Isle of Wight while it happened. We think he's left the country.

Admiral Greer:
Marty, excuse me. Let's deal in what we know and not what we don't. We know he's escaped. We know it happened in Kent near the Channel. If he's left the country... Jack, listening? The chances he'd come here, that he'd try, that he could come here are so remote, I have trouble even saying it.

Jack Ryan:
And yet your first instinct was to come all the way here and tell me.

[about Sally Ryan, who they are there to kill]

Miller's Driver:
Kind of cute, isn't she?

Sean Miller:
Is she?

[In the police van in Kent, en route to Albany Prison, Inspector Highland enters with two cups of coffee, and sits down with two other officers]

Inspector Highland:
Hello, Sean. Don't mind if I come along, do ya? [chuckles as the prison convoy gets underway; all throughout, Miller is silent, staring] Although I disapprove of the things you've done, Sean, I can't quite bring meself to condemn ya. I can't, 'cause I understand where the hatred comes from. I more than understand it. But the present fact is we're very near now the darkest hole in all of Great Britain... and ya still won't speak to me.

[Miller remains silent; Highland scoffs and sits back, as the convoy reaches a raising bridge]

Officer on Radio:
They're raising the bridge. We'll be here about five minutes.

First Officer:
Understood.

[Suddenly, the van shakes as an RPG is fired into it, followed by several more explosions outside as the rest of the convoy is taken out; one of the officers tries to communicate with dispatch]

Second Officer:
They've jammed the radio!

[Highland glares at Miller, who smirks back at him. IRA men led by Kevin O'Donnell approach the convoy; O'Donnell pounds on the door]

Kevin O'Donnell:
Open the door! [Highland and the officers look to see O'Donnell with a hostage] Open it, or I'll kill him!

First Officer:
The bridgekeeper!

Second Officer:
What do we do?

Inspector Highland:
[resignedly] We open the door.

First Officer:
Oh, for Christ's sake, man, but --

Inspector Highland:
But what? Wait until they kill him, and then open the door? [glares at Miller, then bangs his head against the side of the van in frustration before he opens the door]

Kevin O'Donnell:
Your guns!

Inspector Highland:
We are unarmed.

Second Officer:
Just who the hell are you? [is promptly shot]

Kevin O'Donnell:
Get them out! [the IRA men pull Highland and the other officer out and throw them to the ground, next to the bridgekeeper; O'Donnell opens Miller's cell, embracing him] Think we'd forgot about you, did ya? [undoes Miller's cuffs, and both men step out]

Sean Miller:
Inspector Robert Highland... this is a friend of mine.

Kevin O'Donnell:
[puts his gun to Highland's head] We meet at last, Mr. Highland. Tell me, what did they pay you to turn against your own people, eh?

Inspector Highland:
Get on with it, and be on your way.

Kevin O'Donnell:
Very well. If that's the way ya feel about it...

[O'Donnell aims... then looks over at Miller, before handing him the pistol. Miller then shoots Highland, the other officer, and the bridgekeeper dead]

Jack Ryan:
Listen! Who are we looking for here, huh? IRA terrorists or some ultra-violent faction of the IRA, fighting the cause their way? Jimmy O'Reardon checked into a hotel with a woman with long red hair. Long red hair! This is who we should be looking for! We find her... we'll find him.

Sean Miller:
[to Ryan] Bloody proud of yourself, aren't you? You stuck your nose in where it didn't belong. And now you've killed my baby brother.

Lt. Cmdr. Robby Jackson:
Attention to orders. I have a presentation to make. For service above and beyond the call of duty of a tourist, or even a Marine, we recognize Professor John Patrick Ryan, with the Order of the Purple Target. [he hangs a medal around Jack's neck in the shape of a bulls-eye, with the words "SHOOT ME" on it] And hope that he will duck next time, lest he become part of history, rather than a teacher of it.

Admiral Greer:
SAS could take out any one of these camps in under two minutes. Kill everybody there and be gone before the echo fades. Are you sure this is the same woman? [Jack has a vacant look on his face] Keep at it, then.