Irish Blood (2025) s01e04 Episode Script
Father Al
1
[gentle music, birds chirping]
[gentle music, birds chirping]
[gentle music, birds chirping]
[gentle music, birds chirping]
[door opening]
[inhaling, groaning]
[♪♪]
[floor creaking]
[footsteps approaching]
Who's there?
Breakfast in bed, comin' up.
[exhales] I got you
an oat milk cappuccino
and a latte.
Didn't know which
one you preferred.
And I found this amazing bakery.
I got you a croissant
and a "un pain"
"Ping chocolate." [chuckling]
You didn't have to go
to all this trouble.
Ah, no trouble at all.
[phone buzzing]
And, I also thought,
if you wanted,
we could check out that
waterfall I told you about.
Turns out, though,
it's the second
tallest in Ireland.
[phone buzzing]
Go to sleep, Mom.
It's the middle of
the night there.
[inhales]
[sighing]: Sorry.
What were you saying?
Road trip to a waterfall?
Oh, I should probably
get some work done.
Mrs. Westmiller is
expecting the latest draft
of her divorce settlement.
Oh, no worries. I [inhales]
I got stuff I gotta do, myself.
Yeah
[phone buzzing]
Oh, my god. She's incessant.
If I don't answer
her immediately,
she automatically assumes
I've been murdered.
In all fairness, Fiona,
you've had a few close calls.
[phone buzzing, squealing]
[muttering]: I'm sorry.
It's all right.
Oh it's Tess.
Oh, shit!
What?
-She's coming!
-Your assistant?
No, my mom.
And she's landing in an hour.
Well, let me drive you
to the airport then.
I'd love to meet your mum.
Trust me, you do not
want to get trapped
in a car with her after
an overnight flight.
Bad idea.
Thank you so much!
[intriguing music]
[airplane whirring]
[indistinct chatter]
[♪♪]
[woman over speaker]:
Flight 101-7 to
Ah! Finally heading back to
the glamour of LA, are we?
[chuckling]: Nah,
I'm not quite ready
to swap Wicklow for Bel Air.
Do I detect an Irish
conversion taking hold?
You wouldn't be the first
to succumb to the charms
of the Lands of
Saints and Scholars.
Saints, scholars
rascals, and rogues.
Touché.
Or rather [speaking Irish]
[chuckling]: I'm just
I'm looking for the arrivals?
Traverse the corridor
of costly temptations,
turn left at the cauldron
where the dark beans brew,
you'll arrive at the
isle of empty calories.
I'm sorry, I'm in a
little bit of a hurry
It's right there.
Thank you. [man chuckling]
[woman over speaker]:
Passenger [indistinct]
Please report to gate.
Mom!
Hi.
-Oh, Fiona Margaret!
Oh, my girl.
Oh, I've been worried sick!
I was just tormented by the
thought of you dead in some bog.
Don't knock it.
Some bog people remain
perfectly preserved
even after centuries.
Who needs Botox?
No, you don't get to wave
this off with some joke.
Tess told me what
happened, and
I mean, what was
I supposed to do?
Well, I can think of a few steps
before flying across the world.
Completely irrational, right?
Dropping everything,
jumping on a plane,
hurtling here on a whim!
Okay, okay. You've
made your point.
[indistinct chatter]
I'm here.
Oh, my gosh.
I'm really here.
You are. Welcome to Ireland.
Aww.
[Cryin' My Eyes Out
by Shannon Shaw]
Here I am
Cryin' my eyes out
Wondering when
things will change ♪
When will they change? ♪
It's gorgeous.
It is, isn't it? [chuckling]
It's like something
out of a storybook,
like there should be a pot of
gold hidden somewhere nearby.
The beds are made of straw,
so temper your
excitement. [chuckling]
[inhales sharply]
[melancholic music]
[groaning]: Oh, dammit.
Mom
Oh, sorry. It's just
[♪♪]
After your dad left
I used to lie awake late
at night, wondering, you know,
what if we found him?
And what if we all
moved in together,
and it was somewhere
just like this.
I know.
Come on. I'm gonna
show you inside.
[sighs]
What'd you put in here?
Sweaters.
[gasping]
Oh, wow! [chuckling]
[gasping]: Fiona, this
has so much potential!
Maybe wallpaper?
I'm thinking, like
a pretty stripe
or a big floral, and
loads of plants
Oh, bookshelves!
Floor to ceiling and a cozy
spot to curl up and read.
Hmm, it sounds like
you're moving in.
Oh, we could build a greenhouse
off a kitchen and have
Fiona Margaret.
What the hell is this?
Exactly what it looks like.
It looks like complete insanity!
This is getting me
closer to the truth
of what happened to Declan.
Patsy Burgess, horse
thief and killer,
is now behind bars
because of moi.
Patsy, huh?
Is that the sweetheart who
dragged you out to the bog
and threatened to kill you?
No, that would be
Johnny McIntyre.
He's also in prison, for murder.
Can you blame me for
being so worried?
No, but you didn't
I'm a mother. Mothers worry.
Trust me, I am well
aware. [scoffing]
We can crash here, or
if this is too rustic,
we can ask Declan's family
if we can stay with them?
I-I don't think I'm
ready to meet his family.
Okay.
Well, when you are,
there's Una, his sister.
-Mm-hmm.
-She's a college professor.
There's, uh, his mom, Isadora.
She's frosty at
first, but she's
-Fi.
-Yeah?
[somber music]
I wanna go see your father.
Okay.
[♪♪]
[birds chirping]
[suspiring]: Oh, Declan
[clicking tongue]
Just seeing his name on that
silly little cross, I just
[exhales deeply]
God, I guess, I
always held out hope
that I would some day see
him again, you know, I
I don't know what I
was expecting, but
certainly not this.
[murmuring]: Oh,
that's Declan's mom.
The mean one?
[muttering]: Frosty!
I said frosty.
Isadora. This is my mom,
Mary. [Mary sniffles]
Hello.
Mary?
Yes
[whimpering]
I should have met you years ago!
Oh, oh.
Well, now we have. Now
we have and it's
it's so good to
finally meet you.
Declan's mom
[chuckles softly]
[seagulls squawking]
[record player whirring]
[record crackling]
This must be the last
album that he played.
[A Rainy Night in Soho
plays on turntable]
Must be a bit overwhelming.
So much dad-ness all at once.
[chuckles]
Call Tammy Hunter re taxes,
Order more file folders,
Buy lotto tickets
for next week's draw.
[chuckles softly]
Gosh. It feels like he
he just walked out
of the room and
[sighing]: He used to play
this song all the time
when I was a kid.
He always did have very
good taste in music.
[echoing]: I found it!
I gave this to Declan
years ago in the hopes that
it'd put a rocket under him.
I thought it might make
him think of settling down.
Little did I know, he
already had a family.
It's my mother's
engagement ring.
I want you to have it.
I-I would've given
it to you years ago,
if I'd only known.
[groaning]: Isadora,
I can't, I can't
I um
[whimpering]: I had
to pawn the ring
that Declan gave
me, um years ago.
It's, it's beautiful.
Thank you, Isadora.
I will treasure it.
[door bangs open]
-Alright, lads,
search every room.
[clamor in background]
We have a warrant
to search the premises.
Stay where you are.
[police radios]
[intriguing music]
[grunting]: Vultures.
Have you no respect
for the dead?
-Officer.
-Sergeant.
Right. Now, I'm not one to
question a man doing his duty,
but you are upsetting my
elderly mother-in-law.
I'm not that elderly!
Well then, that man should've
thought about that before
he dipped his toes
into the crypto waters.
[creaking furniture]
-Fiona
I-I only just found out.
What are they looking for?
[muttering]: They had
an anonymous tip-off
about a hard drive.
And on it, an access key, to
now, this is a technical
term, a feckton of Bitcoin.
I don't-I don't understand.
Why would Declan
collect Bitcoin?
Sometimes, criminals
use Bitcoin to launder
large sums of money.
My son was not a criminal.
-I know
-Bingo.
[suspenseful music]
[police radios]
Haven't you some
paperwork, Doherty?
Okay. Bye-bye!
[dissipating footsteps]
[sighs]
[door closes]
[whimpers]
Mom?
[♪♪]
Mom, what is it?
It's fine. I'm-I'm fine.
I'm just a little
jet-lagged, that's all.
I mean laundering
large sums of money?
[murmuring]: I know
-For criminals?
And, me, the trusty fool,
hoping that he had changed.
[sighing] I just
I feel like an idiot.
Why don't we go back
to Isadora's house?
Have something to eat. You can
meet the rest of the family?
Okay.
[melancholic music]
-Oh, mom.
[inhaling shakily]
[♪♪]
Mary, it's lovely
having you here
despite the sad circumstances.
[chuckles softly]
We'll show you around
Wicklow, won't we, Una?
You alright, love?
You seem very quiet.
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
[doorbell ringing]
I'm just thinking
Declan had a secret
family this entire time.
He led quite the double life.
Double? Triple, quadruple.
So, Una, you didn't
have any idea?
About any of this?
I mean, Declan was
always a bit
mind your own business
when it came to work,
but no. Nothing like this.
[echoing]: Una, Father Al
is here to collect money
for the orphanage.
Well, then bring him in and
stop screeching at the door!
Listen, 20 euros a
month is my limit.
If you hear me getting suckered
in by his charms, cough loudly.
This is Fiona,
Declan's daughter.
-Hello.
-And, this is Declan's wife.
Mary.
Callum?
Callum Deasy?
[chuckling]
Oh, my gosh!
[gasping]: Oh!
It's Father Aloysius these days.
Oh!
But you can call me Al.
[chuckling]
[intriguing music] [dog barking]
So how do you know each other?
It was, uh [together]:
The card game.
[chuckling]: It was
1980?
1980. I was a Black
Jack dealer in Vegas.
And you and Declan came
pestering me at work.
Pair of bucks butting heads.
Vying for my attention.
So your mother
devised a card game.
One card, all in. Aces
low, highest card wins.
And to be clear,
it was just a date. [chuckling]
Wait, so dad won
you in a card game?
He won a date.
He worked very
hard for the rest.
He was the proverbial
better man.
Although, admittedly, I
was the better looking man.
[sighing]: Here.
You be the judge.
Wow.
Nice mullet.
Thank you.
[laughing]: Look at you.
[Al laughing]
Ah So, what's with
the whole priest thing?
I realized
that if I was ever going
to balance the scales
before I met the
Big Guy upstairs
I had to turn things around.
Mary.
I was a shit.
You weren't that bad.
No, really, you were
just bad enough.
[chuckling]
-Anyway, I took all of that
bad energy and I focused
it into something good.
Saint Gobnait's School for
Underprivileged Children.
In Togo.
If you show the public
whose lives they're
actually changing,
makes them a bit more generous.
[sighing]
It's been the focus of my
mission the last few years.
People invest in the charity
and get a high rate of return.
We're then able to invest
more in the organization.
I've clients who tried to
start charities overseas,
and wow is it ever complicated.
Did you have trouble with
the Irish charity regulator?
Any and all details like that
I left with my accountant.
[♪♪]
It's good you two stayed
connected over the years.
[chuckling]
You know, I saw him only
a couple of weeks ago.
He had the weight of the
world on his shoulders.
Do you know what
was bothering him?
[thoughtful inhale]
-No
He didn't want to talk about it.
And I couldn't force him to.
[suspenseful music]
[exhales slowly]
Anyway. I have more
doorbells to ring.
Yes.
It's so good to see you, Mary.
Thank you, ladies.
I'm free tonight.
How about dinner?
Well, I-I would, but
I think Fiona might
No, go ahead, mom. It's fine.
Great. I'll give you my number.
Oh!
I have your 20 euro.
Ah, well, thank you, Una.
You are doing the Lord's work.
Well, as they say
in Togo, a bientot.
Ma chérie.
[chuckling]
Be careful with
that fellow, Mary.
From what I hear, his vows
don't include chastity.
Oh, mum. What would you know?
Well, on that note, we
should get going ourselves.
Alright, okay.
I'm serious. Keep your eye on
that fellow around your mother.
Understood.
[intriguing music]
[gulls cawing]
I did not expect to run
into Callum, of all people.
I mean, it really
makes you wonder.
What?
You know, should I
have been with Declan?
Or with him?
I mean, it could have saved
us all so much heartache.
Yes, and I wouldn't
be alive, mother.
Oh, no. You know, what
I mean. It's just
Callum's become
such a stand-up guy.
Isadora might disagree.
And he doesn't seem to know
very much about his own charity.
Don't you find that odd?
Well, your dad was dammit!
I'm just thinking
about all the nights
that you had to
tuck yourself in,
while I was working my
fingers to the bone.
And meanwhile
Declan, the asshole,
was amassing a small fortune
An illicit small fortune
that is part of a
criminal investigation.
Oh, whatever. He could
have paid your tuition
with the click of a mouse
-Mom, who cares
-And you went to law school!
[chuckling]: Who cares
about all of that?
I got through law
school just fine.
[sighs]
And you taught me so much
about being hard-working
and independent.
And strong.
-Oh, honey
Still, I really did think
he was gonna change.
[footsteps approaching]
-Fiona!
-Oh, hi!
-Hi.
And you must be Mary?
-Sorry
-Oh!
Did Fiona tell you about me?
-She did indeed.
-Ah!
I'm Musa.
Musa. Are you two, uh?
Friends. We met at dad's wake
and Musa's been
showing me around.
So
you knew Declan?
Yeah, he was friends
with dad too.
I was very fond of Declan.
He was a good man.
Oh. [phone ringing]
Hello? [chuckling]
Yeah. Okay, sure.
Yeah, I'll be right there.
That was Róisín.
-Uh-huh.
She wants me to
pop by the station.
Yes, go. I-I should
probably get something
to wear for tonight 'cause
all I brought with me
were jeans, so
-Okay.
I could take you to
the shop, if you want.
Oh, I don't want to
interrupt your jog!
Oh, no bother.
Any excuse not to run in
the rain, I'll take it.
[laughing]
-Okay.
-Okay Great. Thank you.
So [clearing throat]
See ya.
You're sure you're
okay about tonight?
Yes, mom. Go. Have fun.
I am gonna be in heaven
being alone tonight.
[murmuring]: You don't have to
be alone tonight
-Okay!
[laughing] See you later. Bye.
Bye. [laughing]
-Shall we?
-Oh.
-I'll take that.
-Oh, thank you.
No worries.
[intriguing music]
So no Bitcoin landmine?
Nope. Just old digitized photos.
This can't be the hard
drive they were looking for.
There must be another one.
I might be barking up the
wrong barstool here, but
I overheard Claude on the
phone to someone earlier.
He kept talking about how there
was no sign of 'the files'.
Who do you think
he was talking to?
Not sure.
I'm thinking
somebody wanted the hard
drive that your father owned.
So maybe they sent me and the
other Gardaí to his office
to do their dirty work.
Well, who would order that?
[♪♪]
Johnny McIntyre?
Or someone he reports to.
If there is another hard drive
with damning evidence on it.
Why didn't Declan just
put it in the briefcase?
Well, he would've.
Unless he gave it to someone
else for safe keeping?
-Minerva.
-Who?
The woman who ran Declan's
office. If anyone knows where
this hard drive is, she does.
Can I ask?
Was, um
Was Declan happy, living here?
Yes and no.
There was a certain
sadness to him. Underneath.
Not just the usual
Irish melancholy?
I think his biggest
regret was you and Fiona.
[exhales]
He, uh spoke about
you two all the time.
[soft guitar music playing]
He told you about us?
[♪♪]
Sorry, I just [sighing]
God, you know, 30 years and
not a single phone call,
I just somehow for
thought he forgotten we existed.
That [chuckling sadly]
I would wager the
exact opposite.
It's always just been Fiona
and me, and Fiona is
guarded is the word I would use,
because the last thing I
wanna do is psychoanalyze
my own daughter, but
I think Declan leaving
the way he did really did
a number on her and
just, be patient with her.
[gentle music]
[gulls cawing]
[mellow folk music]
[church bell clanging]
[♪♪]
[distant dog barking]
You were close with my dad.
I was his assistant.
More like his office manager.
Which, in reality, meant
It meant I managed his office.
Answered his phone.
Restocked his pens.
Now if you don't mind
get to the point, please.
I need to focus on this.
[tense music]
You didn't, uh
hear anything about
the raid we had in his
office this morning, no?
We're looking for
a hard drive?
No, I don't know anything
about any hard drives.
[insistent]: Well, someone does!
Someone does. Someone
knows exactly where it is
and what's on it.
And it sure as hell
isn't random photos!
[tense music continues]
You didn't just restock
pens and answer phones,
you were the executor
of his estate.
So cut the bullshit, Minerva.
[gasping]: Oh!
Now, look what
you've made me do.
You've ruined my focus.
[♪♪]
Look, not to be rude, but would
you ladies please piss off
and let me get back
to my crafting?
Forthright and foulmouthed.
[muttering]: Very.
I can see why Declan liked you.
And because he did, I'm
gonna give you some advice.
We won't be the only ones
to follow the breadcrumbs
to your door, looking
for that hard drive.
But we will be the nicest.
Meh.
[rhythmic music]
[♪♪]
You don't sell those on
Etsy, by any chance, do you?
[door shuts]
I think secretly,
you like the mullet.
[Mary laughing]
Thank you. [restaurant din]
[chuckling]: Oh, my gosh.
Did you order that
bottle on purpose?
That was Declan's favorite wine.
I loved that man with
all my heart. Thank you.
But when it came to wine,
he was talking out his ass.
[together]: But he took a class.
Yeah [laughing]
[groaning]
You know when you said
he had the weight of the
world on his shoulders?
Now, Mary
[sighing]: We hardly
saw each other.
Do you think he was sitting
on all that Bitcoin?
Honestly, I don't know.
But if I'd been sitting
on a small fortune
I wouldn't have
stayed half a world away
from the woman I love.
[softly]: Hm.
[gentle piano music]
[chuckles softly]
[restaurant din]
Minerva's hiding something.
She knows exactly where
that missing hard drive is.
I'm sure of it.
Think she's working
for the big bad?
Well, maybe she tipped
him off about your da.
Maybe. But
wouldn't she just give
them the hard drive then?
Yeah.
[groans]
All this is giving
me a headache!
[chuckling]
[scoffing]: Hey,
young love, huh?
[city soundscape]
Mom?
Oh, my god!
They're really going
for it! [laughing]
God!
-Where are ya going?
We're going that way.
I think we should go say hi!
[intriguing music]
[birds chirping]
[muttering]: Brian Westmiller,
sneaky little bastard.
Squirreling a quarter
million away in a tax haven.
Amateur move.
Hey.
[yawns]
-Mmh, late night?
Kinda.
But I slept like a log.
[whispering]: I'll bet.
[clearing throat]
[yawning]: Oh, yes.
I saw you and Father
Al last night.
Oh, yeah?
You looked beautiful,
by the way.
Thanks.
Why didn't you stop and say hi?
Because you were
making out with him.
Well, I'm glad you
didn't ruin the moment.
Kinda like you're
doing right now.
[chuckling]: He is a priest
He's a minister.
And frankly, Fi, you know.
Kinda none of your business.
[groaning]: How the
tables have turned.
[scoffs] If I ever said:
"It's none of your business,"
you would say: "It is when
you're living under my roof."
You were 16, Fiona. And
had a thing for drummers.
[chuckling]
[inhaling] Una and
Isadora should be here
any minute, so
Look at that. We're
having a conversation,
and so you run away.
[playful music]
Okay.
Okay. Let's talk.
Uh, let's talk about
your friend, Musa.
What about him?
He's a lovely man.
[murmuring]: Yes, he is.
It's obvious you've boinked him.
Boinked? Please don't
use that word again.
And it's obvious that it's
more than just boinking!
I have never heard
the word friend
wielded like such
a slap in the face.
[car horn]
Looks like neither of us
really wanna talk about
our sex life with each other.
Which is probably healthy, so
see you for dinner.
Yup!
Have fun.
I will!
[door opens, shuts]
[sighing]
[melancholic music]
[♪♪]
[rustling]
[tapping on keyboard]
[♪♪]
[sighs warmly]
[muttering]: That's three days
before my 10th birthday
Why are you there, Father Al?
[echoing]: Callum Deasy!
Callum
why are you there, Callum?
[intriguing music]
[muttering]: I saw
it Ah, yes! Okay.
[♪♪]
Cal
[tapping on keyboard]
[intriguing music]
[distant sirens blaring]
[speaking Irish]
[phone ringing]
Uh, Dia huit, stranger.
Mom landed safely?
[confused]: She did
[speaking Irish]
What-what are you
doing right now?
It's Gaelic. I just wanted to
keep up with the O'Joneses
O-okay.
What do you know about Togo?
Oh, Togo. Okay.
Capital city, Lomé.
Official language,
French, and national bird,
the Togo Paradise Whydah.
You scare me sometimes.
Listen, I want you to
look into something.
Mm-hmm?
[intriguing music]
[gulls cawing]
[birds chirping]
[phone ringing]
You're on the website now?
I am and it all looks legit?
I mean, I don't really know
what we're looking for?
Anything fishy.
Can you check the
site's metadata.
So far, everything
in the briefcase
was connected to some
deeper conspiracy,
so why did my dad include
this boarding pass
if it wasn't
somehow significant?
[tapping on keyboard]
-Well, I'll keep digging
around here.
Fishy metadata and the like.
-Thanks.
Hmm, I'm just glad you
brought this to me and not
Irish Tess.
Róisín?
Yeah, of course
she's called Róisín.
Gorgeous and exotic.
Bye. [call disconnects]
[Isadora faintly]: The thing
that I don't get, I think
probably wasn't
listening was the, um
who the executives
are. [phone ringing]
Oh, Fiona.
See how you like having your
calls sent to voicemail.
Is everything okay
between you two?
Oh, she's being a
pain in the ass.
All daughters are. [chuckling]
What's going on?
I went on my, you know, 'date'
with Father Al, last night.
And Fiona caught us kissing.
[gasping]
-I told ya!
What did I say
about him [laughing]
and his vows of chastity?
And you know, there's
really been no one serious
since Declan. It
was very impulsive.
I mean, it meant nothing, but
Oh, I can't blame ya.
Father Al has always been
Wicklow's very own hot priest.
Mm-hmm. Seems I have a type.
And it's Irish rascal.
Mmh, yeah. I like a bad boy too.
Bollocks!
She was the meekest
child you've ever seen.
Never rebelled, never
questioned anything.
Always under a blanket with her
head in a book with a torch.
Hmm, I think Una might
have her secrets.
I sense something smoldering
under the surface.
Well, I went on a
date with someone once
from our faculty and
I mean, he was
a nice guy, but
I got a glimpse into our
future and it was all very
Heidegger and
halitosis. [chuckling]
Swore off nice guys after that.
Swore off all guys,
as far as I can see.
Maybe you should get your
eyes checked, mother.
Ooh [sighing]: So
what should I do about Cal?
Oh, look, you've only
be here for a few days,
it's your vacation.
We'll take Fiona for
dinner and you
handle dessert. [laughing]
Jaysus, what is it with you?
I'm gonna call him.
[♪♪]
[muttering]: It's her holiday.
-Hello?
-Callum? Hi, it's Mary.
[rhythmic music]
[city soundscape]
Okay, you were so right.
Fishy metadata?
Okay, no. Google Maps.
So I went on the site
that was proposed to be
Saint Gobnait's and nothing.
No, like, prefab buildings,
no anything, just wasteland.
Wasteland.
Well, maybe it's just
an old satellite image.
So that's exactly
what I thought.
But then, allegedly,
the school opened
before the satellite image
of the empty field was taken.
So it's a scam?
No external links
to any charity.
[sighing]: And Father Aloysius?
Hit a brick wall.
[chuckling]: What?
That's not like you, Tess.
I know. So then I, like,
mainlined enough oat milk lattes
to talk to molecules and
to feel like a small army,
and then I started
blind googling.
Like, 'Father Aloysius',
'Saint Gobnait', 'Father Al',
and then I remembered the
boarding pass, Callum!
How many coffees have you had?
Do I need to
call an ambulance?
[chuckling]: No! But,
you need to see this.
[phone dinging]
[suspenseful music]
[sighing]: What was
he arrested for?
Small scale money laundering.
A narcissist living
a double life.
Thanks, Tess.
My pleasure, chow for now.
[♪♪]
[phone buzzing]
[upbeat music in background]
Hey, Fiona.
Ah, hello, Father
Al or Callum O'Shea.
Callum Deasy.
Didn't take you
long, now did it?
I need to speak with my mom.
I'm afraid your mom is a tad
preoccupied at the moment.
Put her on the phone.
Your mother's fine, Fiona.
For now.
You bring me that hard drive
and she stays that way.
How the hell would I
know where to find it?
[muttering]: You're not
dumb, so don't play it.
11 o'clock. On the pier.
And what's on that
hard drive exactly?
[call disconnects]
[muttering]: What the fuck?
[chuckling]: Sorry,
that took a while.
The guy in front of me, did you
see, ordered five Guinnesses.
You'd think they'd have
figured out how to pour
them faster by now.
[chuckling]: That's okay.
But listen, I would
like to show you
a little bit more of Wicklow
before it gets too late.
You must be jet-lagged.
-No, no. I mean,
it's like early
afternoon for me, so
Shall we?
Oh, now? Oh, my phone?
Battery died. We'll
find you a charger.
Okay.
[somber music]
Minerva?
You know where
that hard drive is.
[insistently]: Please.
Please! I need it.
[♪♪]
I can't help you.
He has my mom!
He'll hurt her if I
don't give him the drive.
Yeah, that sounds about right.
Callum is an evil prick.
Your father knew
that especially well.
Then give it to me.
It's my protection!
It's the only thing
that's keeping me alive.
I'd want the bloody thing
destroyed too if I was them
Minerva!
My mom is all I have!
I'm sorry.
Please
[distant ship horn blaring]
Callum, what are
we doing out here?
It's the best view of the town.
Okay, but I'm
getting kinda cold.
[chuckling]
Trust me, this is the perfect
spot to see the lights.
Of Wicklow? No offense,
but it's not exactly Paris.
[chuckling] I'm gonna
[gasping]: Callum
You're hurting my arm.
[suspenseful music]
-I really don't want to, Mary.
Let go of me.
[grunting]: Callum, let me go!
Callum!
[tense music]
I have what you want.
Let go of my mom.
[gasping]: Fiona!
What is going on?
Father Al was at our house
a few days before dad left.
[Mary grunting]
-Fiona! Give me the hard drive.
He lead those thugs to our door.
You asshole! [groaning]
Hand it over.
-Okay
-Nice! And slowly.
No heroics.
Or your mother's going for
an ice bath in the Irish sea.
[whimpering]
Give me my mom.
Just. Give me. The hard drive.
And I'll give you your mother.
[♪♪]
Give her to me. [gasping]
I'll see you around, ladies.
[motor whirring]
[muttering]: For
fuck's sake. Seriously?
I couldn't get the hard
drive so, hope that prick
enjoys the family photos.
[coughs]
[birds chirping]
[wind blowing]
And they don't know
where Father Al is?
No. [chuckling]
He's not gonna be
happy with you.
Nope.
Um
The other day, when I
introduced you to my mom
[scoffing]: Fiona
we don't have to
talk about that.
And I was being
you know, weird?
I like you, Musa.
In a way that is not just
a "hey, guy, wanna
fuck some more?" way.
[chuckling]
That was profoundly
moving. [chuckling]
I've a touch of the poet in me.
Hmm.
How about this.
We take it slow.
No pressure.
And we just
just see-see where it goes?
That's good.
-That's good?
-Mm-hmm.
Good.
[gentle music]
[phone dinging]
Oh
It's alright. Go on.
Oh.
It's Father Al.
Hey, Fiona. [ominous music]
I just wanted to send a little
how ya before I take off.
While I applaud your ingenuity,
switching out that hard drive,
you really should've known
that someone would have
to pay the price for it.
Word of warning.
You and your mother
will pay too.
Eventually.
[groaning]: Anyhow
[♪♪]
I'll be seeing you again.
I'm sure.
What does he mean?
Pay what price?
[phone dialing]
[muttering]: Come on, answer
Gardaí Doherty speaking.
Róisín, Father Al
left me a message.
Well, a video, and
he was threatening.
[shakily]: I'm I'm
at Minerva's, Fiona.
Minerva's house?
Yeah, she was
broken into.
And she was
Fiona, she's-she's dead.
What, when?
Early hours. Neighbors called
with a noise complaint.
[melancholic music]
And when the Gardaí showed up
[Bring Me Home, Pt 2
by John Francis Flynn]
I'll phone you later, okay?
I'm sorry.
Yeah, yeah.
Me too.
[♪♪]
Fiona, you have to take
this threat seriously.
Okay? Book a flight home.
Today.
Where storm after storm
rises dark o'er my way ♪
[sighs deeply]
I would not live always,
I ask not to stay ♪
Where storm after storm
rises dark o'er my way
Where storm after storm
rises dark o'er my way ♪♪
[gentle music, birds chirping]
[gentle music, birds chirping]
[gentle music, birds chirping]
[gentle music, birds chirping]
[door opening]
[inhaling, groaning]
[♪♪]
[floor creaking]
[footsteps approaching]
Who's there?
Breakfast in bed, comin' up.
[exhales] I got you
an oat milk cappuccino
and a latte.
Didn't know which
one you preferred.
And I found this amazing bakery.
I got you a croissant
and a "un pain"
"Ping chocolate." [chuckling]
You didn't have to go
to all this trouble.
Ah, no trouble at all.
[phone buzzing]
And, I also thought,
if you wanted,
we could check out that
waterfall I told you about.
Turns out, though,
it's the second
tallest in Ireland.
[phone buzzing]
Go to sleep, Mom.
It's the middle of
the night there.
[inhales]
[sighing]: Sorry.
What were you saying?
Road trip to a waterfall?
Oh, I should probably
get some work done.
Mrs. Westmiller is
expecting the latest draft
of her divorce settlement.
Oh, no worries. I [inhales]
I got stuff I gotta do, myself.
Yeah
[phone buzzing]
Oh, my god. She's incessant.
If I don't answer
her immediately,
she automatically assumes
I've been murdered.
In all fairness, Fiona,
you've had a few close calls.
[phone buzzing, squealing]
[muttering]: I'm sorry.
It's all right.
Oh it's Tess.
Oh, shit!
What?
-She's coming!
-Your assistant?
No, my mom.
And she's landing in an hour.
Well, let me drive you
to the airport then.
I'd love to meet your mum.
Trust me, you do not
want to get trapped
in a car with her after
an overnight flight.
Bad idea.
Thank you so much!
[intriguing music]
[airplane whirring]
[indistinct chatter]
[♪♪]
[woman over speaker]:
Flight 101-7 to
Ah! Finally heading back to
the glamour of LA, are we?
[chuckling]: Nah,
I'm not quite ready
to swap Wicklow for Bel Air.
Do I detect an Irish
conversion taking hold?
You wouldn't be the first
to succumb to the charms
of the Lands of
Saints and Scholars.
Saints, scholars
rascals, and rogues.
Touché.
Or rather [speaking Irish]
[chuckling]: I'm just
I'm looking for the arrivals?
Traverse the corridor
of costly temptations,
turn left at the cauldron
where the dark beans brew,
you'll arrive at the
isle of empty calories.
I'm sorry, I'm in a
little bit of a hurry
It's right there.
Thank you. [man chuckling]
[woman over speaker]:
Passenger [indistinct]
Please report to gate.
Mom!
Hi.
-Oh, Fiona Margaret!
Oh, my girl.
Oh, I've been worried sick!
I was just tormented by the
thought of you dead in some bog.
Don't knock it.
Some bog people remain
perfectly preserved
even after centuries.
Who needs Botox?
No, you don't get to wave
this off with some joke.
Tess told me what
happened, and
I mean, what was
I supposed to do?
Well, I can think of a few steps
before flying across the world.
Completely irrational, right?
Dropping everything,
jumping on a plane,
hurtling here on a whim!
Okay, okay. You've
made your point.
[indistinct chatter]
I'm here.
Oh, my gosh.
I'm really here.
You are. Welcome to Ireland.
Aww.
[Cryin' My Eyes Out
by Shannon Shaw]
Here I am
Cryin' my eyes out
Wondering when
things will change ♪
When will they change? ♪
It's gorgeous.
It is, isn't it? [chuckling]
It's like something
out of a storybook,
like there should be a pot of
gold hidden somewhere nearby.
The beds are made of straw,
so temper your
excitement. [chuckling]
[inhales sharply]
[melancholic music]
[groaning]: Oh, dammit.
Mom
Oh, sorry. It's just
[♪♪]
After your dad left
I used to lie awake late
at night, wondering, you know,
what if we found him?
And what if we all
moved in together,
and it was somewhere
just like this.
I know.
Come on. I'm gonna
show you inside.
[sighs]
What'd you put in here?
Sweaters.
[gasping]
Oh, wow! [chuckling]
[gasping]: Fiona, this
has so much potential!
Maybe wallpaper?
I'm thinking, like
a pretty stripe
or a big floral, and
loads of plants
Oh, bookshelves!
Floor to ceiling and a cozy
spot to curl up and read.
Hmm, it sounds like
you're moving in.
Oh, we could build a greenhouse
off a kitchen and have
Fiona Margaret.
What the hell is this?
Exactly what it looks like.
It looks like complete insanity!
This is getting me
closer to the truth
of what happened to Declan.
Patsy Burgess, horse
thief and killer,
is now behind bars
because of moi.
Patsy, huh?
Is that the sweetheart who
dragged you out to the bog
and threatened to kill you?
No, that would be
Johnny McIntyre.
He's also in prison, for murder.
Can you blame me for
being so worried?
No, but you didn't
I'm a mother. Mothers worry.
Trust me, I am well
aware. [scoffing]
We can crash here, or
if this is too rustic,
we can ask Declan's family
if we can stay with them?
I-I don't think I'm
ready to meet his family.
Okay.
Well, when you are,
there's Una, his sister.
-Mm-hmm.
-She's a college professor.
There's, uh, his mom, Isadora.
She's frosty at
first, but she's
-Fi.
-Yeah?
[somber music]
I wanna go see your father.
Okay.
[♪♪]
[birds chirping]
[suspiring]: Oh, Declan
[clicking tongue]
Just seeing his name on that
silly little cross, I just
[exhales deeply]
God, I guess, I
always held out hope
that I would some day see
him again, you know, I
I don't know what I
was expecting, but
certainly not this.
[murmuring]: Oh,
that's Declan's mom.
The mean one?
[muttering]: Frosty!
I said frosty.
Isadora. This is my mom,
Mary. [Mary sniffles]
Hello.
Mary?
Yes
[whimpering]
I should have met you years ago!
Oh, oh.
Well, now we have. Now
we have and it's
it's so good to
finally meet you.
Declan's mom
[chuckles softly]
[seagulls squawking]
[record player whirring]
[record crackling]
This must be the last
album that he played.
[A Rainy Night in Soho
plays on turntable]
Must be a bit overwhelming.
So much dad-ness all at once.
[chuckles]
Call Tammy Hunter re taxes,
Order more file folders,
Buy lotto tickets
for next week's draw.
[chuckles softly]
Gosh. It feels like he
he just walked out
of the room and
[sighing]: He used to play
this song all the time
when I was a kid.
He always did have very
good taste in music.
[echoing]: I found it!
I gave this to Declan
years ago in the hopes that
it'd put a rocket under him.
I thought it might make
him think of settling down.
Little did I know, he
already had a family.
It's my mother's
engagement ring.
I want you to have it.
I-I would've given
it to you years ago,
if I'd only known.
[groaning]: Isadora,
I can't, I can't
I um
[whimpering]: I had
to pawn the ring
that Declan gave
me, um years ago.
It's, it's beautiful.
Thank you, Isadora.
I will treasure it.
[door bangs open]
-Alright, lads,
search every room.
[clamor in background]
We have a warrant
to search the premises.
Stay where you are.
[police radios]
[intriguing music]
[grunting]: Vultures.
Have you no respect
for the dead?
-Officer.
-Sergeant.
Right. Now, I'm not one to
question a man doing his duty,
but you are upsetting my
elderly mother-in-law.
I'm not that elderly!
Well then, that man should've
thought about that before
he dipped his toes
into the crypto waters.
[creaking furniture]
-Fiona
I-I only just found out.
What are they looking for?
[muttering]: They had
an anonymous tip-off
about a hard drive.
And on it, an access key, to
now, this is a technical
term, a feckton of Bitcoin.
I don't-I don't understand.
Why would Declan
collect Bitcoin?
Sometimes, criminals
use Bitcoin to launder
large sums of money.
My son was not a criminal.
-I know
-Bingo.
[suspenseful music]
[police radios]
Haven't you some
paperwork, Doherty?
Okay. Bye-bye!
[dissipating footsteps]
[sighs]
[door closes]
[whimpers]
Mom?
[♪♪]
Mom, what is it?
It's fine. I'm-I'm fine.
I'm just a little
jet-lagged, that's all.
I mean laundering
large sums of money?
[murmuring]: I know
-For criminals?
And, me, the trusty fool,
hoping that he had changed.
[sighing] I just
I feel like an idiot.
Why don't we go back
to Isadora's house?
Have something to eat. You can
meet the rest of the family?
Okay.
[melancholic music]
-Oh, mom.
[inhaling shakily]
[♪♪]
Mary, it's lovely
having you here
despite the sad circumstances.
[chuckles softly]
We'll show you around
Wicklow, won't we, Una?
You alright, love?
You seem very quiet.
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
[doorbell ringing]
I'm just thinking
Declan had a secret
family this entire time.
He led quite the double life.
Double? Triple, quadruple.
So, Una, you didn't
have any idea?
About any of this?
I mean, Declan was
always a bit
mind your own business
when it came to work,
but no. Nothing like this.
[echoing]: Una, Father Al
is here to collect money
for the orphanage.
Well, then bring him in and
stop screeching at the door!
Listen, 20 euros a
month is my limit.
If you hear me getting suckered
in by his charms, cough loudly.
This is Fiona,
Declan's daughter.
-Hello.
-And, this is Declan's wife.
Mary.
Callum?
Callum Deasy?
[chuckling]
Oh, my gosh!
[gasping]: Oh!
It's Father Aloysius these days.
Oh!
But you can call me Al.
[chuckling]
[intriguing music] [dog barking]
So how do you know each other?
It was, uh [together]:
The card game.
[chuckling]: It was
1980?
1980. I was a Black
Jack dealer in Vegas.
And you and Declan came
pestering me at work.
Pair of bucks butting heads.
Vying for my attention.
So your mother
devised a card game.
One card, all in. Aces
low, highest card wins.
And to be clear,
it was just a date. [chuckling]
Wait, so dad won
you in a card game?
He won a date.
He worked very
hard for the rest.
He was the proverbial
better man.
Although, admittedly, I
was the better looking man.
[sighing]: Here.
You be the judge.
Wow.
Nice mullet.
Thank you.
[laughing]: Look at you.
[Al laughing]
Ah So, what's with
the whole priest thing?
I realized
that if I was ever going
to balance the scales
before I met the
Big Guy upstairs
I had to turn things around.
Mary.
I was a shit.
You weren't that bad.
No, really, you were
just bad enough.
[chuckling]
-Anyway, I took all of that
bad energy and I focused
it into something good.
Saint Gobnait's School for
Underprivileged Children.
In Togo.
If you show the public
whose lives they're
actually changing,
makes them a bit more generous.
[sighing]
It's been the focus of my
mission the last few years.
People invest in the charity
and get a high rate of return.
We're then able to invest
more in the organization.
I've clients who tried to
start charities overseas,
and wow is it ever complicated.
Did you have trouble with
the Irish charity regulator?
Any and all details like that
I left with my accountant.
[♪♪]
It's good you two stayed
connected over the years.
[chuckling]
You know, I saw him only
a couple of weeks ago.
He had the weight of the
world on his shoulders.
Do you know what
was bothering him?
[thoughtful inhale]
-No
He didn't want to talk about it.
And I couldn't force him to.
[suspenseful music]
[exhales slowly]
Anyway. I have more
doorbells to ring.
Yes.
It's so good to see you, Mary.
Thank you, ladies.
I'm free tonight.
How about dinner?
Well, I-I would, but
I think Fiona might
No, go ahead, mom. It's fine.
Great. I'll give you my number.
Oh!
I have your 20 euro.
Ah, well, thank you, Una.
You are doing the Lord's work.
Well, as they say
in Togo, a bientot.
Ma chérie.
[chuckling]
Be careful with
that fellow, Mary.
From what I hear, his vows
don't include chastity.
Oh, mum. What would you know?
Well, on that note, we
should get going ourselves.
Alright, okay.
I'm serious. Keep your eye on
that fellow around your mother.
Understood.
[intriguing music]
[gulls cawing]
I did not expect to run
into Callum, of all people.
I mean, it really
makes you wonder.
What?
You know, should I
have been with Declan?
Or with him?
I mean, it could have saved
us all so much heartache.
Yes, and I wouldn't
be alive, mother.
Oh, no. You know, what
I mean. It's just
Callum's become
such a stand-up guy.
Isadora might disagree.
And he doesn't seem to know
very much about his own charity.
Don't you find that odd?
Well, your dad was dammit!
I'm just thinking
about all the nights
that you had to
tuck yourself in,
while I was working my
fingers to the bone.
And meanwhile
Declan, the asshole,
was amassing a small fortune
An illicit small fortune
that is part of a
criminal investigation.
Oh, whatever. He could
have paid your tuition
with the click of a mouse
-Mom, who cares
-And you went to law school!
[chuckling]: Who cares
about all of that?
I got through law
school just fine.
[sighs]
And you taught me so much
about being hard-working
and independent.
And strong.
-Oh, honey
Still, I really did think
he was gonna change.
[footsteps approaching]
-Fiona!
-Oh, hi!
-Hi.
And you must be Mary?
-Sorry
-Oh!
Did Fiona tell you about me?
-She did indeed.
-Ah!
I'm Musa.
Musa. Are you two, uh?
Friends. We met at dad's wake
and Musa's been
showing me around.
So
you knew Declan?
Yeah, he was friends
with dad too.
I was very fond of Declan.
He was a good man.
Oh. [phone ringing]
Hello? [chuckling]
Yeah. Okay, sure.
Yeah, I'll be right there.
That was Róisín.
-Uh-huh.
She wants me to
pop by the station.
Yes, go. I-I should
probably get something
to wear for tonight 'cause
all I brought with me
were jeans, so
-Okay.
I could take you to
the shop, if you want.
Oh, I don't want to
interrupt your jog!
Oh, no bother.
Any excuse not to run in
the rain, I'll take it.
[laughing]
-Okay.
-Okay Great. Thank you.
So [clearing throat]
See ya.
You're sure you're
okay about tonight?
Yes, mom. Go. Have fun.
I am gonna be in heaven
being alone tonight.
[murmuring]: You don't have to
be alone tonight
-Okay!
[laughing] See you later. Bye.
Bye. [laughing]
-Shall we?
-Oh.
-I'll take that.
-Oh, thank you.
No worries.
[intriguing music]
So no Bitcoin landmine?
Nope. Just old digitized photos.
This can't be the hard
drive they were looking for.
There must be another one.
I might be barking up the
wrong barstool here, but
I overheard Claude on the
phone to someone earlier.
He kept talking about how there
was no sign of 'the files'.
Who do you think
he was talking to?
Not sure.
I'm thinking
somebody wanted the hard
drive that your father owned.
So maybe they sent me and the
other Gardaí to his office
to do their dirty work.
Well, who would order that?
[♪♪]
Johnny McIntyre?
Or someone he reports to.
If there is another hard drive
with damning evidence on it.
Why didn't Declan just
put it in the briefcase?
Well, he would've.
Unless he gave it to someone
else for safe keeping?
-Minerva.
-Who?
The woman who ran Declan's
office. If anyone knows where
this hard drive is, she does.
Can I ask?
Was, um
Was Declan happy, living here?
Yes and no.
There was a certain
sadness to him. Underneath.
Not just the usual
Irish melancholy?
I think his biggest
regret was you and Fiona.
[exhales]
He, uh spoke about
you two all the time.
[soft guitar music playing]
He told you about us?
[♪♪]
Sorry, I just [sighing]
God, you know, 30 years and
not a single phone call,
I just somehow for
thought he forgotten we existed.
That [chuckling sadly]
I would wager the
exact opposite.
It's always just been Fiona
and me, and Fiona is
guarded is the word I would use,
because the last thing I
wanna do is psychoanalyze
my own daughter, but
I think Declan leaving
the way he did really did
a number on her and
just, be patient with her.
[gentle music]
[gulls cawing]
[mellow folk music]
[church bell clanging]
[♪♪]
[distant dog barking]
You were close with my dad.
I was his assistant.
More like his office manager.
Which, in reality, meant
It meant I managed his office.
Answered his phone.
Restocked his pens.
Now if you don't mind
get to the point, please.
I need to focus on this.
[tense music]
You didn't, uh
hear anything about
the raid we had in his
office this morning, no?
We're looking for
a hard drive?
No, I don't know anything
about any hard drives.
[insistent]: Well, someone does!
Someone does. Someone
knows exactly where it is
and what's on it.
And it sure as hell
isn't random photos!
[tense music continues]
You didn't just restock
pens and answer phones,
you were the executor
of his estate.
So cut the bullshit, Minerva.
[gasping]: Oh!
Now, look what
you've made me do.
You've ruined my focus.
[♪♪]
Look, not to be rude, but would
you ladies please piss off
and let me get back
to my crafting?
Forthright and foulmouthed.
[muttering]: Very.
I can see why Declan liked you.
And because he did, I'm
gonna give you some advice.
We won't be the only ones
to follow the breadcrumbs
to your door, looking
for that hard drive.
But we will be the nicest.
Meh.
[rhythmic music]
[♪♪]
You don't sell those on
Etsy, by any chance, do you?
[door shuts]
I think secretly,
you like the mullet.
[Mary laughing]
Thank you. [restaurant din]
[chuckling]: Oh, my gosh.
Did you order that
bottle on purpose?
That was Declan's favorite wine.
I loved that man with
all my heart. Thank you.
But when it came to wine,
he was talking out his ass.
[together]: But he took a class.
Yeah [laughing]
[groaning]
You know when you said
he had the weight of the
world on his shoulders?
Now, Mary
[sighing]: We hardly
saw each other.
Do you think he was sitting
on all that Bitcoin?
Honestly, I don't know.
But if I'd been sitting
on a small fortune
I wouldn't have
stayed half a world away
from the woman I love.
[softly]: Hm.
[gentle piano music]
[chuckles softly]
[restaurant din]
Minerva's hiding something.
She knows exactly where
that missing hard drive is.
I'm sure of it.
Think she's working
for the big bad?
Well, maybe she tipped
him off about your da.
Maybe. But
wouldn't she just give
them the hard drive then?
Yeah.
[groans]
All this is giving
me a headache!
[chuckling]
[scoffing]: Hey,
young love, huh?
[city soundscape]
Mom?
Oh, my god!
They're really going
for it! [laughing]
God!
-Where are ya going?
We're going that way.
I think we should go say hi!
[intriguing music]
[birds chirping]
[muttering]: Brian Westmiller,
sneaky little bastard.
Squirreling a quarter
million away in a tax haven.
Amateur move.
Hey.
[yawns]
-Mmh, late night?
Kinda.
But I slept like a log.
[whispering]: I'll bet.
[clearing throat]
[yawning]: Oh, yes.
I saw you and Father
Al last night.
Oh, yeah?
You looked beautiful,
by the way.
Thanks.
Why didn't you stop and say hi?
Because you were
making out with him.
Well, I'm glad you
didn't ruin the moment.
Kinda like you're
doing right now.
[chuckling]: He is a priest
He's a minister.
And frankly, Fi, you know.
Kinda none of your business.
[groaning]: How the
tables have turned.
[scoffs] If I ever said:
"It's none of your business,"
you would say: "It is when
you're living under my roof."
You were 16, Fiona. And
had a thing for drummers.
[chuckling]
[inhaling] Una and
Isadora should be here
any minute, so
Look at that. We're
having a conversation,
and so you run away.
[playful music]
Okay.
Okay. Let's talk.
Uh, let's talk about
your friend, Musa.
What about him?
He's a lovely man.
[murmuring]: Yes, he is.
It's obvious you've boinked him.
Boinked? Please don't
use that word again.
And it's obvious that it's
more than just boinking!
I have never heard
the word friend
wielded like such
a slap in the face.
[car horn]
Looks like neither of us
really wanna talk about
our sex life with each other.
Which is probably healthy, so
see you for dinner.
Yup!
Have fun.
I will!
[door opens, shuts]
[sighing]
[melancholic music]
[♪♪]
[rustling]
[tapping on keyboard]
[♪♪]
[sighs warmly]
[muttering]: That's three days
before my 10th birthday
Why are you there, Father Al?
[echoing]: Callum Deasy!
Callum
why are you there, Callum?
[intriguing music]
[muttering]: I saw
it Ah, yes! Okay.
[♪♪]
Cal
[tapping on keyboard]
[intriguing music]
[distant sirens blaring]
[speaking Irish]
[phone ringing]
Uh, Dia huit, stranger.
Mom landed safely?
[confused]: She did
[speaking Irish]
What-what are you
doing right now?
It's Gaelic. I just wanted to
keep up with the O'Joneses
O-okay.
What do you know about Togo?
Oh, Togo. Okay.
Capital city, Lomé.
Official language,
French, and national bird,
the Togo Paradise Whydah.
You scare me sometimes.
Listen, I want you to
look into something.
Mm-hmm?
[intriguing music]
[gulls cawing]
[birds chirping]
[phone ringing]
You're on the website now?
I am and it all looks legit?
I mean, I don't really know
what we're looking for?
Anything fishy.
Can you check the
site's metadata.
So far, everything
in the briefcase
was connected to some
deeper conspiracy,
so why did my dad include
this boarding pass
if it wasn't
somehow significant?
[tapping on keyboard]
-Well, I'll keep digging
around here.
Fishy metadata and the like.
-Thanks.
Hmm, I'm just glad you
brought this to me and not
Irish Tess.
Róisín?
Yeah, of course
she's called Róisín.
Gorgeous and exotic.
Bye. [call disconnects]
[Isadora faintly]: The thing
that I don't get, I think
probably wasn't
listening was the, um
who the executives
are. [phone ringing]
Oh, Fiona.
See how you like having your
calls sent to voicemail.
Is everything okay
between you two?
Oh, she's being a
pain in the ass.
All daughters are. [chuckling]
What's going on?
I went on my, you know, 'date'
with Father Al, last night.
And Fiona caught us kissing.
[gasping]
-I told ya!
What did I say
about him [laughing]
and his vows of chastity?
And you know, there's
really been no one serious
since Declan. It
was very impulsive.
I mean, it meant nothing, but
Oh, I can't blame ya.
Father Al has always been
Wicklow's very own hot priest.
Mm-hmm. Seems I have a type.
And it's Irish rascal.
Mmh, yeah. I like a bad boy too.
Bollocks!
She was the meekest
child you've ever seen.
Never rebelled, never
questioned anything.
Always under a blanket with her
head in a book with a torch.
Hmm, I think Una might
have her secrets.
I sense something smoldering
under the surface.
Well, I went on a
date with someone once
from our faculty and
I mean, he was
a nice guy, but
I got a glimpse into our
future and it was all very
Heidegger and
halitosis. [chuckling]
Swore off nice guys after that.
Swore off all guys,
as far as I can see.
Maybe you should get your
eyes checked, mother.
Ooh [sighing]: So
what should I do about Cal?
Oh, look, you've only
be here for a few days,
it's your vacation.
We'll take Fiona for
dinner and you
handle dessert. [laughing]
Jaysus, what is it with you?
I'm gonna call him.
[♪♪]
[muttering]: It's her holiday.
-Hello?
-Callum? Hi, it's Mary.
[rhythmic music]
[city soundscape]
Okay, you were so right.
Fishy metadata?
Okay, no. Google Maps.
So I went on the site
that was proposed to be
Saint Gobnait's and nothing.
No, like, prefab buildings,
no anything, just wasteland.
Wasteland.
Well, maybe it's just
an old satellite image.
So that's exactly
what I thought.
But then, allegedly,
the school opened
before the satellite image
of the empty field was taken.
So it's a scam?
No external links
to any charity.
[sighing]: And Father Aloysius?
Hit a brick wall.
[chuckling]: What?
That's not like you, Tess.
I know. So then I, like,
mainlined enough oat milk lattes
to talk to molecules and
to feel like a small army,
and then I started
blind googling.
Like, 'Father Aloysius',
'Saint Gobnait', 'Father Al',
and then I remembered the
boarding pass, Callum!
How many coffees have you had?
Do I need to
call an ambulance?
[chuckling]: No! But,
you need to see this.
[phone dinging]
[suspenseful music]
[sighing]: What was
he arrested for?
Small scale money laundering.
A narcissist living
a double life.
Thanks, Tess.
My pleasure, chow for now.
[♪♪]
[phone buzzing]
[upbeat music in background]
Hey, Fiona.
Ah, hello, Father
Al or Callum O'Shea.
Callum Deasy.
Didn't take you
long, now did it?
I need to speak with my mom.
I'm afraid your mom is a tad
preoccupied at the moment.
Put her on the phone.
Your mother's fine, Fiona.
For now.
You bring me that hard drive
and she stays that way.
How the hell would I
know where to find it?
[muttering]: You're not
dumb, so don't play it.
11 o'clock. On the pier.
And what's on that
hard drive exactly?
[call disconnects]
[muttering]: What the fuck?
[chuckling]: Sorry,
that took a while.
The guy in front of me, did you
see, ordered five Guinnesses.
You'd think they'd have
figured out how to pour
them faster by now.
[chuckling]: That's okay.
But listen, I would
like to show you
a little bit more of Wicklow
before it gets too late.
You must be jet-lagged.
-No, no. I mean,
it's like early
afternoon for me, so
Shall we?
Oh, now? Oh, my phone?
Battery died. We'll
find you a charger.
Okay.
[somber music]
Minerva?
You know where
that hard drive is.
[insistently]: Please.
Please! I need it.
[♪♪]
I can't help you.
He has my mom!
He'll hurt her if I
don't give him the drive.
Yeah, that sounds about right.
Callum is an evil prick.
Your father knew
that especially well.
Then give it to me.
It's my protection!
It's the only thing
that's keeping me alive.
I'd want the bloody thing
destroyed too if I was them
Minerva!
My mom is all I have!
I'm sorry.
Please
[distant ship horn blaring]
Callum, what are
we doing out here?
It's the best view of the town.
Okay, but I'm
getting kinda cold.
[chuckling]
Trust me, this is the perfect
spot to see the lights.
Of Wicklow? No offense,
but it's not exactly Paris.
[chuckling] I'm gonna
[gasping]: Callum
You're hurting my arm.
[suspenseful music]
-I really don't want to, Mary.
Let go of me.
[grunting]: Callum, let me go!
Callum!
[tense music]
I have what you want.
Let go of my mom.
[gasping]: Fiona!
What is going on?
Father Al was at our house
a few days before dad left.
[Mary grunting]
-Fiona! Give me the hard drive.
He lead those thugs to our door.
You asshole! [groaning]
Hand it over.
-Okay
-Nice! And slowly.
No heroics.
Or your mother's going for
an ice bath in the Irish sea.
[whimpering]
Give me my mom.
Just. Give me. The hard drive.
And I'll give you your mother.
[♪♪]
Give her to me. [gasping]
I'll see you around, ladies.
[motor whirring]
[muttering]: For
fuck's sake. Seriously?
I couldn't get the hard
drive so, hope that prick
enjoys the family photos.
[coughs]
[birds chirping]
[wind blowing]
And they don't know
where Father Al is?
No. [chuckling]
He's not gonna be
happy with you.
Nope.
Um
The other day, when I
introduced you to my mom
[scoffing]: Fiona
we don't have to
talk about that.
And I was being
you know, weird?
I like you, Musa.
In a way that is not just
a "hey, guy, wanna
fuck some more?" way.
[chuckling]
That was profoundly
moving. [chuckling]
I've a touch of the poet in me.
Hmm.
How about this.
We take it slow.
No pressure.
And we just
just see-see where it goes?
That's good.
-That's good?
-Mm-hmm.
Good.
[gentle music]
[phone dinging]
Oh
It's alright. Go on.
Oh.
It's Father Al.
Hey, Fiona. [ominous music]
I just wanted to send a little
how ya before I take off.
While I applaud your ingenuity,
switching out that hard drive,
you really should've known
that someone would have
to pay the price for it.
Word of warning.
You and your mother
will pay too.
Eventually.
[groaning]: Anyhow
[♪♪]
I'll be seeing you again.
I'm sure.
What does he mean?
Pay what price?
[phone dialing]
[muttering]: Come on, answer
Gardaí Doherty speaking.
Róisín, Father Al
left me a message.
Well, a video, and
he was threatening.
[shakily]: I'm I'm
at Minerva's, Fiona.
Minerva's house?
Yeah, she was
broken into.
And she was
Fiona, she's-she's dead.
What, when?
Early hours. Neighbors called
with a noise complaint.
[melancholic music]
And when the Gardaí showed up
[Bring Me Home, Pt 2
by John Francis Flynn]
I'll phone you later, okay?
I'm sorry.
Yeah, yeah.
Me too.
[♪♪]
Fiona, you have to take
this threat seriously.
Okay? Book a flight home.
Today.
Where storm after storm
rises dark o'er my way ♪
[sighs deeply]
I would not live always,
I ask not to stay ♪
Where storm after storm
rises dark o'er my way
Where storm after storm
rises dark o'er my way ♪♪