Irish Blood (2025) s01e01 Episode Script
Briefcase
1
You wanna know how
I ended up here?
Actually, I blame my father.
See, when I was a kid,
I idolized many heroes.
But two of them
loomed the largest.
One was my father.
Handsome and funny.
And I guess you could say, mysterious.
My other hero was my mom.
She was witty and glamorous,
with a heart of gold.
Oh, hey!
She made an art
out of making a home.
Do you know what this is?
Do you know what this is?
Traditional Irish folk music!
Right out of Dublin,
my pretty! Come on.
They were crazy
about each other.
We were the perfect family.
Until we weren't.
Oh, my god.
Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.
Happy birthday.
Happy birthday, honey.
Here. Here, here, here.
Come sit with me.
Guess what?
- And to this day
Mom?
Over 30 years later
What happened?
I still haven't forgiven
the cowardly shit waffle
that beat up my mom and left
us to fend for ourselves.
And that's why
I became a divorce lawyer.
You want my advice?
Trust no one.
Don't be fooled
by charming narcissists.
They will use you and abuse you.
They will rip out your heart,
throw it on the ground
and stomp on it
until there's nothing
but a gooey, sticky mess.
Wow, wasn't that
inspirational, right?
Okay, does anyone have
any questions for Ms. Fox?
Okay, go ahead.
What's a "shit waffle"?
That is a shit talker
who is also an asshole.
Okay!
Field trip is over.
Thank you so much
for your visit.
That went rather well,
don't you think?
You have certainly
given them lots to discuss
15 years from now
with their therapists.
Therapy has done wonders for me.
I can tell.
But now, we are celebrating
Nancy Buchanan's
alimony settlement.
- To vengeance.
- To justice
We won.
You poured a huge shot!
By the way,
I booked your usual room.
And Mom sent your favorite,
mm-hmm.
Excellent.
You pick for me.
Fun.
Okay, how about this guy?
Um, looking for long term.
- Pass.
- Okay, seeking life partner?
- Pass.
- "Are you my soulmate"?
- Hard pass.
- He looks nice.
And you're terrible at this.
Oh. Looks like you
already have a date tonight.
Dave says he can't wait
to see you?
- Hmm?
- He loves you.
Oh, yeah. Forgot.
Sure. You could invest in
stocks, bond, mutual funds.
You could. My point is Bitcoin
is big screw you to the system.
Crypto empowers the little guy
Whoa, look how late it is.
Time to go bye-bye.
It's 9:30.
I'm like snoring by 10:00.
Aww.
I was thinking this time
I'd stay the night.
Let's take this relationship
to the next level.
How's that sound?
Um
You gotta go.
You gotta go, Dave.
Sorry.
Hi, good morning.
Good morning.
How was Dave?
Ah, uh, Dave.
Dave is "finito."
Done like dinner.
I thought he might be
boyfriend material.
Boyfriend material?
What am I, 14?
What's on this morning?
Uh, new client,
contested divorce, and
this came in the mail
for you today.
You open it.
Might have anthrax.
I Stop.
I've made a lot of enemies.
Is there anything else?
Mmm, says it's from
Wicklow, Ireland,
which is random.
- What?
- Yeah.
Oh! Sheesh!
Is this a bad omen?
Because I feel like
this is a bad omen.
It's fine.
Everything is perfectly fine.
Okay, great.
I'm gonna go get the broom
and some sage and, um
remember that your meeting
is with
Marjorie Westmiller,
15 minutes, gotcha.
And worthy justice
bites the dust.
You've reached
Declan Murphy Accounting.
Please leave a message.
It's Fiona.
Your daughter.
I got your package.
I don't know
what this is all about,
but after 30 years
of no word, Declan,
if you want to talk to me
Dad?
Who's your dad, luv?
Declan Murphy.
He left a message for you.
He left me a message?
Why didn't he just call me?
The message is
Blackbeard holds the key
to the treasure.
What? Why are you whispering?
I think mysteries
are best left whispered.
Hello?
What the actual hell?
Damn it.
And so it goes.
How's that?
- It is perfect, thank you.
Good, good. I'll get Erin
to wrap that up for you.
Have a happy retirement party.
- Oh, thanks, Mary.
Hey.
- Retirement party?
Yeah, dozen English professors.
They're jacked up on sugar,
deconstructing Dickinson.
It's gonna be a rager.
What's up?
Well, this was delivered
to my office.
What is it?
Well, that's Declan's
handwriting, isn't it?
It might be.
Well, that's the number to
his accounting firm in Wicklow.
I heard his voice on his
answering machine
- You called him?
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, Fi, I don't know about this.
I mean, after all this time
I'll finally be able
to live out my lifelong fantasy
of tearing him a new one.
No, I just
I, we don't know what
kind of man he's become
or what he might
be messed up in.
I just
Let it go.
Honey, just forgive and forget.
Well, I don't forgive him.
I don't forgive him
for leaving us.
It was 30 years ago.
I don't forgive him
for never coming back!
Why would you want him back?
The man was a trainwreck
I don't want him back.
I want to look him in the eye
and ask him how
he could leave me.
Us. And on my goddamn
10th birthday.
I can't deal
with this right now.
Some things are
just not worth knowing.
- Mom
- Mary, you have a customer.
Oh, I have a customer.
Not now, Fi.
- I'll wait.
- Don't. We'll talk tomorrow.
- Somehow, I doubt that.
- Hey, Denise.
- Hi!
- Oh. Unbelievable.
I sense you're in
a cherry cheesecake
frame of mind.
Bye, Mom.
See you, honey.
I wish I was a fisherman
Tumblin' on the seas
Far away from dry land
Thank you.
And it's bitter memories
What do you mean?
You're in Ireland?
I took the red eye.
I had to.
What about your appointments?
I'll only be here for a day.
I just wanna track down Declan
and interrogate his ass
until he tells me
why he suddenly metamorphosed
into a complete jackass
on my 10th birthday.
Okay. What about
the mystery locker photo?
There better be a TurboClash
Deluxe action figure in there.
A what?
Uh nothing.
I'll text you later.
Welcome to Wicklow, Fiona.
I've been expecting you.
I bet you weren't
expecting this
Holy Christ.
This one's got an arm on her.
Fiona meet Fiona.
I got her to replace you.
Look at her go.
- TurboClash?
- Miss?
- What the fuck?
- Miss?
We've arrived at your hotel.
Oh.
Oh. Wow.
Oh, thank you, sir.
There you go.
What's the combination?
Well, I could tell you, but
I'd have to kill me.
Wait a minute. Is my birthday
present in here?
The Cabbage Patch doll, yeah.
The TurboClash Deluxe
Warrior action figure.
I'll tell you what.
Guess the combination
and the treasure shall be yours.
Mom?
Declan!
Mom?!
Please stop!
Fiona!
Leave me alone!
Stay in your room!
Oh, my god.
He's having a party.
Because of course he is. Mm-hmm.
Screw it.
Excuse me, do you know
where I might find Declan?
He's in the back room.
Thank you.
You come to sit with Declan?
- Yes.
- Brilliant.
I'm dying for the loo.
Uh, keep an eye on him,
would you?
You never know who's gonna
come along for a last swing.
Okay?
No.
No.
Dad?
Dad.
Dad, no.
No.
My son always knew how
to take a lady's breath away.
Deep breaths, darling.
I don't want to have
to scrape you off the floor
if you pass out.
You're Declan's mother?
Well, sure as hell
not his father.
Isadora Murphy.
And you are?
I'm so sorry for your loss.
There, there, child.
Let-let's get you something
wet to dry those tears.
Yeah.
This must be very hard for you.
Do you have other family
here to support you?
I do. My
my two other children,
Finn and Una.
Did Declan have
family of his own?
A wife? Children?
No, he never
gave me grandchildren.
And he never married.
Just as well, really.
He was charming and great fun,
but he was
he was far from perfect.
Do you, do you live here?
In Ireland?
No, I live in Los Angeles.
Los Angeles.
Oh, my son
was there for a while.
That's a long way
to come for a funeral.
Well
Declan was diligent
in maintaining my accounts.
His diligence
made you cross the Atlantic
and weep on his coffin.
I'd always wished
I had gotten to know him
on a more personal level.
You wish you got
to know your accountant
on a more personal level?
That sounds weird, doesn't it?
What do you think?
Undercover Gardaí?
Una? Why would the Gardaí go
undercover at Declan's wake?
We both know Deck
had a dark side.
Yeah. But who doesn't?
I don't!
Excuse me.
I'm going to spend some
time with my son
before they put him
in the ground.
How are you?
Oh, uh, sorry.
I think I need a refill.
Yeah.
Sorry for your loss.
Ah, thank you, Miss
Smith.
You're a long way from home.
Yeah.
Alright, you maniacs, pipe down.
I know you're all enjoying
the food and the drinks and
the wit, but we've lost
one helluva good man.
And it's, uh, it's time we
honored Declan Murphy.
In that spirit
- Bye!
I offer this melody,
of which he was especially fond.
The boys are back in town
Miss Smith?
The boys are back in town
- Toast Declan with us?
- Yeah.
The boys are back in town
Spread the word around
Guess who's back in town
Thank you so much.
I needed that.
Leaving already?
Oh, um, well, I don't really
know anyone here, so
Well, you could stick around
and get to know us.
I would, but I'm jetlagged
and I've gotta get
back to the hotel.
I have a flight tomorrow.
You're not sticking around
for Declan's funeral?
I think I've paid
my respects tonight.
Still, surely,
you want to visit
Ireland's highest waterfall?
It's got all this water.
And it's sort of you know
Falling?
Yeah, yeah.
Falling.
- Yeah.
Why am I babbling like a moron?
Not a moron.
Just maybe the world's
worst tour guide?
Oh. That's my ride.
Nice to meet you.
I'm sorry about
your father, Fiona,
but at least you got
some closure, right?
I met my relatives.
Oh, were they
surprised to see you?
Well, I didn't
tell them who I am.
Why not?
Because they're strangers
and I'm never gonna
see them again.
Plus, Declan didn't care enough
to tell them I exist,
so why should I?
Well, I mean, that
whispering lady on the phone
kinda knew about you.
Yeah, what was that all about?
Why tell some rando about me,
but not the rest of my family?
Was he ashamed of me?
Well, no, there's no possible
world in which a father would be
ashamed of a daughter like you.
I mean, obviously Declan
had issues and his motives
are a complete mystery.
Yeah. I guess you're right.
Speaking of mysteries.
I spent all night doing, like,
reverse image searches
on that locker photo.
Tess, you've gotta get out more.
I know.
Um, I was just trying to, like,
think like you, you know?
Analyze it for clues.
- Find anything?
I see a decal, a cartoon
maybe, and some
letters? It's kind of fuzzy.
Can you sharpen the focus?
Oh, my god. It's an address!
Or at least, a location.
- Okay.
Text me the address,
book me a rental car,
and charge my return flight
to the day after tomorrow.
Wait, I thought we weren't
playing your dad's little game.
It could be dangerous.
I laugh at danger.
I'm sure I'll be fine.
Right, I guess I forgot
who I was talking to.
- Bye.
- 'Kay, bye.
One, two!
Have you seen the new
Summer Hill gym?
They've got treadmills,
battle ropes, rowing machines.
It's all brand new
and state of the art, man.
Looking for a sparring partner?
I was. Change of plans.
Didn't expect to see you here.
Yeah, me either.
Why do you have
Declan's briefcase?
He wanted me to have it.
Why would he want
a stranger to have it?
I'm not a stranger.
He sent me this.
And, uh this key.
You're Fiona.
He told you about me.
He said the less people
who knew about you,
the safer you'd be.
From what?
Not really sure.
But I know you're a secret
he kept close to his heart.
Still, he told you about me.
Why?
He trusted me.
Knew I wouldn't run my mouth.
I mean, we
We had our disagreements,
but still.
We were tight.
He was kind of
like a father to me.
Wish he'd been more
of a father to me.
I'm sorry.
How did you guys meet?
I, uh, I box.
Semi pro.
Declan used to bet on me.
- So you must be good then?
- Nah, I'm shite.
Then why did he bet on you?
'Cause he was
an even worse gambler.
He'd swear by the same
lucky numbers every time.
Swear even louder
every time he lost.
But honestly, I
I think he believed in me.
You know?
Yeah.
I miss him.
Glad someone does.
I hear you.
Fatherless and confused
is a shite way to grow up.
How did he die?
He went over the cliffs
at Ballybunion.
He fell?
Fell. Jumped some say.
Was he depressed?
Your dad was like
a roller coaster.
Up and down.
But suicide?
I don't buy it.
- Did he leave a note?
- None.
And Declan loved
having the last word,
so I highly doubt he planned
on dying that day.
I think it was an accident.
You know, he-he
he liked his whiskeys
and, you know,
those cliffs are treacherous.
Why was he out there?
Was he alone?
I don't know, Fiona.
He said he liked
going out there to
to clear his head
and-and look across the sea.
I think something was
weighing on him lately.
You know?
I suspect you weren't
the only secret he kept.
It's the storm we share
It's up to you get there
Excuse me?
Excuse me, sir?
We all belong to the
Haigh, a stor!
Sorry. Do you speak English?
Yeah. I do indeed.
And who might you be?
Sorry. Fiona.
Wylie. Can I help ya?
Yeah.
I didn't know the fella, but
I'd see him here on occasion.
He'd be just standing.
Looking over the sea.
Was he always alone?
He was when I saw him.
But I'm not here 24-7,
so who the hell knows?
Surely not me.
You reckon he was
here meeting friends?
I have no idea.
I barely knew the man.
You barely knew your own da?
That's a bleeding shame.
Yeah.
- I'm sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.
Oh, my God.
Shut up! Shut up!
Are you sure you don't need
to go to the hospital?
I just wanna go home.
I'm so done with Ireland.
- Where are you from?
- Los Angeles.
That makes sense.
And you're a lawyer?
- Yup.
So we're like
law and order.
We should pair up.
He was about 5'9".
He was wearing all black.
He had a scar
on the back of his
right hand.
And he had a toothbrush
sticking out of his eye.
Why did he have a toothbrush
sticking out of his eye?
Because I stuck it there.
Hmm. Okay.
Hotel burglaries
are fairly common,
but they usually occur
when you're
out of the room.
It's not a burglary
if they don't take anything.
He left my wallet,
my phone, my jewelry.
What? So, you think he just
came in to mess shit up?
It's weird, right?
Unless he didn't
find what he was looking for
Hi, Mom.
Where have you been?
Don't freak out,
but I'm in Ireland.
I had to come here
to find out what he wanted.
And?
Well, the joke's on me.
He's dead.
He's what
He's what, he's
He's dead.
No.
Mom!
Don't cry over my deadbeat dad!
Don't tell me
how to feel, Fiona.
I couldn't be with your father,
but make no mistake, I
I loved him.
I guess part of me always
just hoped that, you know
What?
How did he die?
They say he fell off a cliff.
I think he was murdered.
He what?
I was attacked in my hotel room.
Fiona! Are you hurt?
Listen to me, you come home now.
Mom, I'm fine.
You know what was
in that stupid locker?
His old briefcase.
His briefcase?
Get rid of that.
Okay? Throw that in the river.
Why?
Because it's
Because there's more
to this than you know.
He beat the shit out of you.
Why are you protecting him?
Beat me? What are you
Declan never laid a hand on me.
I saw the bruises, Mom.
Oh, my god. Fiona.
That's what you thought
all these years?
No, it-it wasn't
like that at all.
Please, just
Come home and I will
explain it to you.
You tell me now!
Time's up.
Oh, Fiona, damn it.
Good afternoon,
we are now pre-boarding
for flight
See ya, bye.
Hi.
Okay.
The night your father left,
these men came
to the house and
they trashed the place
and, um
they roughed me up, but
What did they want?
Declan was in
to some dodgy shit.
You know, like gambling
and money laundering
and loan sharks. He was
He was up to his neck in debt
to some very
dangerous men and, um,
they came to collect
on that debt.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because we made a vow
to each other
that, um,
I would never
tell you about his demons and
he would clean up his act
and come back to us.
So
I wasted years waiting, but
that day never arrived.
We were just trying
to protect you.
I have to go.
I'll call you later.
Okay.
Guess the combination
and the treasure shall be yours.
Blackbeard
holds the key to the treasure.
His lucky numbers
Five, seven
Okay.
He remembered.
TurboClash
Hello, Fiona.
Hi, Dad
Glad you cracked the code,
or broke the lock, or however
you got into my briefcase.
Listen, I want you to know
that I've watched you grow up,
my beautiful girl.
You're a bigshot lawyer now.
I am so proud of you.
You could've told me
that in person!
But as you have likely surmised,
your dad's a notorious screw up.
I have got in over my head.
But I'm so close
to turning this around.
Listen,
everything in this
briefcase is evidence.
- What?
- Alright?
Evidence against the criminals
who tore me from my family.
But they're starting
to suspect me.
They?
If they get to me,
who knows what they'll do
to the people I love?
If anything happens to me,
it was not an accident.
The truth is, Fiona, I'm
There he is.
Declan, come on.
What's the hold-up?
Occupied!
Shit!
Yes!
Yes.
No!
Flight 1963 to Los Angeles
now boarding at Gate D.
Okay.
I suspect you aren't
the only secret he kept.
If anything happens
to me it was not an accident.
The truth is, Fiona
What is the truth?
That is the question
that has bedeviled
far better minds
than mine, I'm afraid.
Last call for Flight 1963
Boarding pass, please.
Flight 1963 to Los Angeles
now departing.
Please fasten your seatbelts.
Take me to Wicklow.
One way, or another
I'm gonna see ya
One day, maybe next week
I'll meet ya
I will drive past your house
I'll see who's around
One way, or another
I'm gonna find ya
One way, or another
I'm gonna win ya
I'll get ya, I'll get ya
difuze
You wanna know how
I ended up here?
Actually, I blame my father.
See, when I was a kid,
I idolized many heroes.
But two of them
loomed the largest.
One was my father.
Handsome and funny.
And I guess you could say, mysterious.
My other hero was my mom.
She was witty and glamorous,
with a heart of gold.
Oh, hey!
She made an art
out of making a home.
Do you know what this is?
Do you know what this is?
Traditional Irish folk music!
Right out of Dublin,
my pretty! Come on.
They were crazy
about each other.
We were the perfect family.
Until we weren't.
Oh, my god.
Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.
Happy birthday.
Happy birthday, honey.
Here. Here, here, here.
Come sit with me.
Guess what?
- And to this day
Mom?
Over 30 years later
What happened?
I still haven't forgiven
the cowardly shit waffle
that beat up my mom and left
us to fend for ourselves.
And that's why
I became a divorce lawyer.
You want my advice?
Trust no one.
Don't be fooled
by charming narcissists.
They will use you and abuse you.
They will rip out your heart,
throw it on the ground
and stomp on it
until there's nothing
but a gooey, sticky mess.
Wow, wasn't that
inspirational, right?
Okay, does anyone have
any questions for Ms. Fox?
Okay, go ahead.
What's a "shit waffle"?
That is a shit talker
who is also an asshole.
Okay!
Field trip is over.
Thank you so much
for your visit.
That went rather well,
don't you think?
You have certainly
given them lots to discuss
15 years from now
with their therapists.
Therapy has done wonders for me.
I can tell.
But now, we are celebrating
Nancy Buchanan's
alimony settlement.
- To vengeance.
- To justice
We won.
You poured a huge shot!
By the way,
I booked your usual room.
And Mom sent your favorite,
mm-hmm.
Excellent.
You pick for me.
Fun.
Okay, how about this guy?
Um, looking for long term.
- Pass.
- Okay, seeking life partner?
- Pass.
- "Are you my soulmate"?
- Hard pass.
- He looks nice.
And you're terrible at this.
Oh. Looks like you
already have a date tonight.
Dave says he can't wait
to see you?
- Hmm?
- He loves you.
Oh, yeah. Forgot.
Sure. You could invest in
stocks, bond, mutual funds.
You could. My point is Bitcoin
is big screw you to the system.
Crypto empowers the little guy
Whoa, look how late it is.
Time to go bye-bye.
It's 9:30.
I'm like snoring by 10:00.
Aww.
I was thinking this time
I'd stay the night.
Let's take this relationship
to the next level.
How's that sound?
Um
You gotta go.
You gotta go, Dave.
Sorry.
Hi, good morning.
Good morning.
How was Dave?
Ah, uh, Dave.
Dave is "finito."
Done like dinner.
I thought he might be
boyfriend material.
Boyfriend material?
What am I, 14?
What's on this morning?
Uh, new client,
contested divorce, and
this came in the mail
for you today.
You open it.
Might have anthrax.
I Stop.
I've made a lot of enemies.
Is there anything else?
Mmm, says it's from
Wicklow, Ireland,
which is random.
- What?
- Yeah.
Oh! Sheesh!
Is this a bad omen?
Because I feel like
this is a bad omen.
It's fine.
Everything is perfectly fine.
Okay, great.
I'm gonna go get the broom
and some sage and, um
remember that your meeting
is with
Marjorie Westmiller,
15 minutes, gotcha.
And worthy justice
bites the dust.
You've reached
Declan Murphy Accounting.
Please leave a message.
It's Fiona.
Your daughter.
I got your package.
I don't know
what this is all about,
but after 30 years
of no word, Declan,
if you want to talk to me
Dad?
Who's your dad, luv?
Declan Murphy.
He left a message for you.
He left me a message?
Why didn't he just call me?
The message is
Blackbeard holds the key
to the treasure.
What? Why are you whispering?
I think mysteries
are best left whispered.
Hello?
What the actual hell?
Damn it.
And so it goes.
How's that?
- It is perfect, thank you.
Good, good. I'll get Erin
to wrap that up for you.
Have a happy retirement party.
- Oh, thanks, Mary.
Hey.
- Retirement party?
Yeah, dozen English professors.
They're jacked up on sugar,
deconstructing Dickinson.
It's gonna be a rager.
What's up?
Well, this was delivered
to my office.
What is it?
Well, that's Declan's
handwriting, isn't it?
It might be.
Well, that's the number to
his accounting firm in Wicklow.
I heard his voice on his
answering machine
- You called him?
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, Fi, I don't know about this.
I mean, after all this time
I'll finally be able
to live out my lifelong fantasy
of tearing him a new one.
No, I just
I, we don't know what
kind of man he's become
or what he might
be messed up in.
I just
Let it go.
Honey, just forgive and forget.
Well, I don't forgive him.
I don't forgive him
for leaving us.
It was 30 years ago.
I don't forgive him
for never coming back!
Why would you want him back?
The man was a trainwreck
I don't want him back.
I want to look him in the eye
and ask him how
he could leave me.
Us. And on my goddamn
10th birthday.
I can't deal
with this right now.
Some things are
just not worth knowing.
- Mom
- Mary, you have a customer.
Oh, I have a customer.
Not now, Fi.
- I'll wait.
- Don't. We'll talk tomorrow.
- Somehow, I doubt that.
- Hey, Denise.
- Hi!
- Oh. Unbelievable.
I sense you're in
a cherry cheesecake
frame of mind.
Bye, Mom.
See you, honey.
I wish I was a fisherman
Tumblin' on the seas
Far away from dry land
Thank you.
And it's bitter memories
What do you mean?
You're in Ireland?
I took the red eye.
I had to.
What about your appointments?
I'll only be here for a day.
I just wanna track down Declan
and interrogate his ass
until he tells me
why he suddenly metamorphosed
into a complete jackass
on my 10th birthday.
Okay. What about
the mystery locker photo?
There better be a TurboClash
Deluxe action figure in there.
A what?
Uh nothing.
I'll text you later.
Welcome to Wicklow, Fiona.
I've been expecting you.
I bet you weren't
expecting this
Holy Christ.
This one's got an arm on her.
Fiona meet Fiona.
I got her to replace you.
Look at her go.
- TurboClash?
- Miss?
- What the fuck?
- Miss?
We've arrived at your hotel.
Oh.
Oh. Wow.
Oh, thank you, sir.
There you go.
What's the combination?
Well, I could tell you, but
I'd have to kill me.
Wait a minute. Is my birthday
present in here?
The Cabbage Patch doll, yeah.
The TurboClash Deluxe
Warrior action figure.
I'll tell you what.
Guess the combination
and the treasure shall be yours.
Mom?
Declan!
Mom?!
Please stop!
Fiona!
Leave me alone!
Stay in your room!
Oh, my god.
He's having a party.
Because of course he is. Mm-hmm.
Screw it.
Excuse me, do you know
where I might find Declan?
He's in the back room.
Thank you.
You come to sit with Declan?
- Yes.
- Brilliant.
I'm dying for the loo.
Uh, keep an eye on him,
would you?
You never know who's gonna
come along for a last swing.
Okay?
No.
No.
Dad?
Dad.
Dad, no.
No.
My son always knew how
to take a lady's breath away.
Deep breaths, darling.
I don't want to have
to scrape you off the floor
if you pass out.
You're Declan's mother?
Well, sure as hell
not his father.
Isadora Murphy.
And you are?
I'm so sorry for your loss.
There, there, child.
Let-let's get you something
wet to dry those tears.
Yeah.
This must be very hard for you.
Do you have other family
here to support you?
I do. My
my two other children,
Finn and Una.
Did Declan have
family of his own?
A wife? Children?
No, he never
gave me grandchildren.
And he never married.
Just as well, really.
He was charming and great fun,
but he was
he was far from perfect.
Do you, do you live here?
In Ireland?
No, I live in Los Angeles.
Los Angeles.
Oh, my son
was there for a while.
That's a long way
to come for a funeral.
Well
Declan was diligent
in maintaining my accounts.
His diligence
made you cross the Atlantic
and weep on his coffin.
I'd always wished
I had gotten to know him
on a more personal level.
You wish you got
to know your accountant
on a more personal level?
That sounds weird, doesn't it?
What do you think?
Undercover Gardaí?
Una? Why would the Gardaí go
undercover at Declan's wake?
We both know Deck
had a dark side.
Yeah. But who doesn't?
I don't!
Excuse me.
I'm going to spend some
time with my son
before they put him
in the ground.
How are you?
Oh, uh, sorry.
I think I need a refill.
Yeah.
Sorry for your loss.
Ah, thank you, Miss
Smith.
You're a long way from home.
Yeah.
Alright, you maniacs, pipe down.
I know you're all enjoying
the food and the drinks and
the wit, but we've lost
one helluva good man.
And it's, uh, it's time we
honored Declan Murphy.
In that spirit
- Bye!
I offer this melody,
of which he was especially fond.
The boys are back in town
Miss Smith?
The boys are back in town
- Toast Declan with us?
- Yeah.
The boys are back in town
Spread the word around
Guess who's back in town
Thank you so much.
I needed that.
Leaving already?
Oh, um, well, I don't really
know anyone here, so
Well, you could stick around
and get to know us.
I would, but I'm jetlagged
and I've gotta get
back to the hotel.
I have a flight tomorrow.
You're not sticking around
for Declan's funeral?
I think I've paid
my respects tonight.
Still, surely,
you want to visit
Ireland's highest waterfall?
It's got all this water.
And it's sort of you know
Falling?
Yeah, yeah.
Falling.
- Yeah.
Why am I babbling like a moron?
Not a moron.
Just maybe the world's
worst tour guide?
Oh. That's my ride.
Nice to meet you.
I'm sorry about
your father, Fiona,
but at least you got
some closure, right?
I met my relatives.
Oh, were they
surprised to see you?
Well, I didn't
tell them who I am.
Why not?
Because they're strangers
and I'm never gonna
see them again.
Plus, Declan didn't care enough
to tell them I exist,
so why should I?
Well, I mean, that
whispering lady on the phone
kinda knew about you.
Yeah, what was that all about?
Why tell some rando about me,
but not the rest of my family?
Was he ashamed of me?
Well, no, there's no possible
world in which a father would be
ashamed of a daughter like you.
I mean, obviously Declan
had issues and his motives
are a complete mystery.
Yeah. I guess you're right.
Speaking of mysteries.
I spent all night doing, like,
reverse image searches
on that locker photo.
Tess, you've gotta get out more.
I know.
Um, I was just trying to, like,
think like you, you know?
Analyze it for clues.
- Find anything?
I see a decal, a cartoon
maybe, and some
letters? It's kind of fuzzy.
Can you sharpen the focus?
Oh, my god. It's an address!
Or at least, a location.
- Okay.
Text me the address,
book me a rental car,
and charge my return flight
to the day after tomorrow.
Wait, I thought we weren't
playing your dad's little game.
It could be dangerous.
I laugh at danger.
I'm sure I'll be fine.
Right, I guess I forgot
who I was talking to.
- Bye.
- 'Kay, bye.
One, two!
Have you seen the new
Summer Hill gym?
They've got treadmills,
battle ropes, rowing machines.
It's all brand new
and state of the art, man.
Looking for a sparring partner?
I was. Change of plans.
Didn't expect to see you here.
Yeah, me either.
Why do you have
Declan's briefcase?
He wanted me to have it.
Why would he want
a stranger to have it?
I'm not a stranger.
He sent me this.
And, uh this key.
You're Fiona.
He told you about me.
He said the less people
who knew about you,
the safer you'd be.
From what?
Not really sure.
But I know you're a secret
he kept close to his heart.
Still, he told you about me.
Why?
He trusted me.
Knew I wouldn't run my mouth.
I mean, we
We had our disagreements,
but still.
We were tight.
He was kind of
like a father to me.
Wish he'd been more
of a father to me.
I'm sorry.
How did you guys meet?
I, uh, I box.
Semi pro.
Declan used to bet on me.
- So you must be good then?
- Nah, I'm shite.
Then why did he bet on you?
'Cause he was
an even worse gambler.
He'd swear by the same
lucky numbers every time.
Swear even louder
every time he lost.
But honestly, I
I think he believed in me.
You know?
Yeah.
I miss him.
Glad someone does.
I hear you.
Fatherless and confused
is a shite way to grow up.
How did he die?
He went over the cliffs
at Ballybunion.
He fell?
Fell. Jumped some say.
Was he depressed?
Your dad was like
a roller coaster.
Up and down.
But suicide?
I don't buy it.
- Did he leave a note?
- None.
And Declan loved
having the last word,
so I highly doubt he planned
on dying that day.
I think it was an accident.
You know, he-he
he liked his whiskeys
and, you know,
those cliffs are treacherous.
Why was he out there?
Was he alone?
I don't know, Fiona.
He said he liked
going out there to
to clear his head
and-and look across the sea.
I think something was
weighing on him lately.
You know?
I suspect you weren't
the only secret he kept.
It's the storm we share
It's up to you get there
Excuse me?
Excuse me, sir?
We all belong to the
Haigh, a stor!
Sorry. Do you speak English?
Yeah. I do indeed.
And who might you be?
Sorry. Fiona.
Wylie. Can I help ya?
Yeah.
I didn't know the fella, but
I'd see him here on occasion.
He'd be just standing.
Looking over the sea.
Was he always alone?
He was when I saw him.
But I'm not here 24-7,
so who the hell knows?
Surely not me.
You reckon he was
here meeting friends?
I have no idea.
I barely knew the man.
You barely knew your own da?
That's a bleeding shame.
Yeah.
- I'm sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.
Oh, my God.
Shut up! Shut up!
Are you sure you don't need
to go to the hospital?
I just wanna go home.
I'm so done with Ireland.
- Where are you from?
- Los Angeles.
That makes sense.
And you're a lawyer?
- Yup.
So we're like
law and order.
We should pair up.
He was about 5'9".
He was wearing all black.
He had a scar
on the back of his
right hand.
And he had a toothbrush
sticking out of his eye.
Why did he have a toothbrush
sticking out of his eye?
Because I stuck it there.
Hmm. Okay.
Hotel burglaries
are fairly common,
but they usually occur
when you're
out of the room.
It's not a burglary
if they don't take anything.
He left my wallet,
my phone, my jewelry.
What? So, you think he just
came in to mess shit up?
It's weird, right?
Unless he didn't
find what he was looking for
Hi, Mom.
Where have you been?
Don't freak out,
but I'm in Ireland.
I had to come here
to find out what he wanted.
And?
Well, the joke's on me.
He's dead.
He's what
He's what, he's
He's dead.
No.
Mom!
Don't cry over my deadbeat dad!
Don't tell me
how to feel, Fiona.
I couldn't be with your father,
but make no mistake, I
I loved him.
I guess part of me always
just hoped that, you know
What?
How did he die?
They say he fell off a cliff.
I think he was murdered.
He what?
I was attacked in my hotel room.
Fiona! Are you hurt?
Listen to me, you come home now.
Mom, I'm fine.
You know what was
in that stupid locker?
His old briefcase.
His briefcase?
Get rid of that.
Okay? Throw that in the river.
Why?
Because it's
Because there's more
to this than you know.
He beat the shit out of you.
Why are you protecting him?
Beat me? What are you
Declan never laid a hand on me.
I saw the bruises, Mom.
Oh, my god. Fiona.
That's what you thought
all these years?
No, it-it wasn't
like that at all.
Please, just
Come home and I will
explain it to you.
You tell me now!
Time's up.
Oh, Fiona, damn it.
Good afternoon,
we are now pre-boarding
for flight
See ya, bye.
Hi.
Okay.
The night your father left,
these men came
to the house and
they trashed the place
and, um
they roughed me up, but
What did they want?
Declan was in
to some dodgy shit.
You know, like gambling
and money laundering
and loan sharks. He was
He was up to his neck in debt
to some very
dangerous men and, um,
they came to collect
on that debt.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because we made a vow
to each other
that, um,
I would never
tell you about his demons and
he would clean up his act
and come back to us.
So
I wasted years waiting, but
that day never arrived.
We were just trying
to protect you.
I have to go.
I'll call you later.
Okay.
Guess the combination
and the treasure shall be yours.
Blackbeard
holds the key to the treasure.
His lucky numbers
Five, seven
Okay.
He remembered.
TurboClash
Hello, Fiona.
Hi, Dad
Glad you cracked the code,
or broke the lock, or however
you got into my briefcase.
Listen, I want you to know
that I've watched you grow up,
my beautiful girl.
You're a bigshot lawyer now.
I am so proud of you.
You could've told me
that in person!
But as you have likely surmised,
your dad's a notorious screw up.
I have got in over my head.
But I'm so close
to turning this around.
Listen,
everything in this
briefcase is evidence.
- What?
- Alright?
Evidence against the criminals
who tore me from my family.
But they're starting
to suspect me.
They?
If they get to me,
who knows what they'll do
to the people I love?
If anything happens to me,
it was not an accident.
The truth is, Fiona, I'm
There he is.
Declan, come on.
What's the hold-up?
Occupied!
Shit!
Yes!
Yes.
No!
Flight 1963 to Los Angeles
now boarding at Gate D.
Okay.
I suspect you aren't
the only secret he kept.
If anything happens
to me it was not an accident.
The truth is, Fiona
What is the truth?
That is the question
that has bedeviled
far better minds
than mine, I'm afraid.
Last call for Flight 1963
Boarding pass, please.
Flight 1963 to Los Angeles
now departing.
Please fasten your seatbelts.
Take me to Wicklow.
One way, or another
I'm gonna see ya
One day, maybe next week
I'll meet ya
I will drive past your house
I'll see who's around
One way, or another
I'm gonna find ya
One way, or another
I'm gonna win ya
I'll get ya, I'll get ya
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