All language subtitles for Harry Wild s00e01 You Are Cordially Invited.eng

- Flight 253 from Lanzarote
is now arriving at Gate 17.

[pensive music]

- 11, get down.

[music intensifies]

[muffled gunshot]

[high-tempo music]

- We just picked
up some chatter.

We've got a location
on the assassin.

DU is in Ireland.

[tense music]

- I need to talk
to the director.

[theme music]

[peppy music]

- Someone's in a good mood.

- Well, Lola's coming
back from Georgetown.

Vicky's getting married.

We're staying in a castle.

Aren't you happy?

- You know, I'm
nervous, to be honest.

- Oh, you have no reason to be.

You and Lola parted
on good terms.

- Yeah, I know.

But I was thinking.

- Dangerous.

- Funny.

Because I was thinking
of suggesting that

we start seeing
each other again.

- Mixed messages.

- I know, I know.

It sounds flaky.

But the whole reason
why we split up

was so that she would
go to Georgetown.

Right?

Well, now she's gone.

It's not like she's just gonna
pack it all in and come home.

Long distance
relationships can work.

- And they can be very
stressful for both people.

- Does that mean you've made up
your mind about Harry's offer?

- I've made up my mind
to switch off this weekend.

Let's be content about that.

[soothing music]

- Oh, it's stunning.

- Here, you hold this.

- Oh!

- I'm here.

- Hiya, boss.

- Sir.

- No rank this weekend.

Good to see you.

- Quite right.

Just call me Viv.

- Oh, Viv?

- Let's get this party
started, shall we?

- Yeah, okay.

- Hey.
- Let me help you with-

- You're attentive.

- Oh, thanks, Dad.

- Here, give me that.

- How's your drive?
- Great.

No traffic.

- Feel like that
it's real- oh, yeah!

So this- this area is-

sorry.

- Welcome to Carrick Doon.

- And very welcome you are.

- Nice to meet you.

- You too.

- This is Charlotte and Johnny.

They own the castle.

- Ah, my wife owns it.
- Hi.

Charlie.
- I just run it.

- How are you?
- Hi, there.

It's been in our family
for generations.

But I never liked living here.

But Johnny is going to bring
it into the 21st century.

Aren't you, darling?

- Yes my petal.

We are doing some
radical renovations.

And I believe this place
will be out of this world

when it's done.

- Well, I hope we won't
disturb the wedding.

- Don't you worry.

We've downed tools
for the duration.

- All the building work meant
that we could get this place.

Everywhere was booked up.

- Like I told you it would be.

- Well.

Well, our wedding
planner is a genius.

Oh, which reminds me, I have to
talk hors d'oeuvres with her.

- Yeah, I'll go with you,
because I want to make sure

she's not phoning it in.

You would be shocked at how
many unscrupulous wedding

planners there are.

Not to mention
the fake foie gras.

- We're not having foie gras.

- I spotted a nice-looking
pub in the village.

Why don't we dump our stuff
and go for a drink?

- Sounds like a plan.

- And take what the locals
say with a pinch of salt.

There's a lot
of inbreeding around here.

- Johnny, you can't say that!

- Wait till you meet them.

But watch out, there's
a Tolkien convention.

- I'll see you, my love.

- Did you just-

- Yeah, I think so.

- But the forks are
the wrong sort of forks.

You see, we have all
these lovely knives and

lovely spoons, and they match.

But the forks don't match.

They're the wrong forks.

And I know you'd have
to do another round trip,

but you'd be doing it knowing
that the lovely bride,

this lovely bride, will be
eating her entree on the most

important day of her life
with the right forks,

the perfect forks.

And they'll all be down to you.

- Okay.

- Zara, you are
a miracle worker!

- Oh, Vicky.

Look, it's your wedding
day, all right?

- If she was that good, she
wouldn't have got the forks

wrong in the first place.

- What was that, George?

- Nothing.

I didn't say anything.

[light music]

- Are you all right?

- Me?

Oh, absolutely.

- You just seem a bit quiet.

- Oh, no.

It's nothing.

It's just something that
Harry wants me to think about.

- Is he coming this weekend?

- No, he's visiting
with his daughter.

He's planning
on traveling properly.

- Oh.

How long will he be gone?

- Well, that's the thing.

A year or more.

And he wants me to go with him.

- Wow!

What are you thinking?

- Well, it's quite a proposal
from a man like him

who is very
independent, like me.

And it would mean
leaving Fergus.

- Fergus is
an adult now, Harry.

- Well, and you and Charlie
are just getting used to Lola

being away.

And I was thinking we could
spend more time together.

- I really think you
should consider it.

Me and Charlie are fine.

We're thinking
of going traveling

ourselves, to be honest.

- This is really
good of you, sir.

- Charlie.

Vicky wasn't sure about
asking you to give her away.

- Really?

- She didn't want to put you in
an awkward position, you know?

Wasn't sure if it
was overstepping.

- Ah, it's not.

It's an honor.

- What can I get you, fellas?

- I think we'll get two pints
of the black stuff, please.

- Lovely.

Just sit here.

There's just, you know,
something I wanted to-

I wanted to talk to you about.
- Yeah.

What?

- What did you-
first, tell me about-

tell me about Georgetown.
What's it like?

- Oh my god!

I can't thank you enough
for making me go, Fergus.

I mean, I would have
missed out on just

the best adventure of my life.

Washington is so brilliant.

And I've just made
so many friends.

Do you want to see
some pictures?

- Yes, boy, do I.
[laughs] Who, um,

here, who's that fella, there?

He's- he's- he's- he's
in a lot of the photos.

- Oh, that's Ryan.

He's the best.

He's on my course.

And he's on the rowing
team, too.

He is so strong.

Me and this other girl, Ashton,
we can hang off an arm each.

He's like Captain America.

- That's so nice.

- So what did you
want to talk about?

- Oh, nothing, nothing.

I mean, I- I-

wanted to tell you
that I miss you.

- I miss you, too.

You know, the other day, Ryan
said the most brilliant thing.

Oh my god!

You would have loved it.

- I wish I was there.

Yeah.

- Oh, cheer up.

Might never happen.

- Oh, actually, it already has.

A White Russian, please.

What's all this then?

You all "Lord
of the Rings" fans?

- We're on a tour.

- Oh.

- In Ireland?

- Well, actually, Tolkien
was inspired by Ireland.

- The- the hobbits.

- What?

No, the elves.

- I meant the elves.

I misspoke.

- Well, it's a long way to come
to walk through a forest

where Tolkien may
or may not have

heard some elves singing in.

- Not at all.

We're obsessed,
aren't we, sugar bear?

- Yeah, Tom Bombadil
and Goldberry.

You know,
because the old forest?

- We need to get on.

- They are no fans at all.

They've only seen the films.

- There is something
not quite right

about them, that's for sure.

- This village
is being overrun.

Should go back to where
they came from!

- Hello there.

Well, we're staying
in the castle for a wedding,

and they're very happy
to have us there.

- The castle with Johnny
Flood, is this? [spits]

- Hold your waste, will you.

Good.

All those extra jobs.

- Some things you
can't put a price on.

- Did you fair
trade, didn't you?

- Take the soup, why don't ya?

[soft music]

- Should we wait
for the others?

- Let's take a look
around the village.

Get the lay of the land.

- Yeah, I was going
to watch Lord of the-

right.

Yeah.

No, I'll stay with you.

Harry?
Harry?

- Excuse me.

- Can I help you?

- You sure can.

Who are you?

Government, right?

NSA?

CIA?

FBI?

[laughs] FBI.

- I have no idea what
you're talking about.

We're just regular
tourists, ma'am.

- And Hoover was
a vacuum salesman.

- Are you being serious?

- Yeah.

- FBI in Carrick Doon.

- I could have sworn.

[tires screech]

- Oh!

- Oh!

[fast music]

- Are you okay, Fergus?

- This is a dream, right?

- I'm afraid not.

- Who's that?

- How very brave
of you, throwing us

into the back of a van,
tying us up, blindfolding,

and interrogating us?

You think we don't know
who you are, right?

- That's not the point.

- Harry Wild, Fergus Reid.

We're private detectives.

- I'll decide what you are.

- Oh!

Hello, God.

It's me, Harry.

- Funny.

How long have you
two known each other?

- 40 years.

- Harry!

We've known each
other a few years.

- What is the FBI
doing in Ireland?

I mean, you're breaking all
kinds of international laws

by abducting Irish citizens.

- Who says we're FBI?

- Haircuts, ridiculous
undercover clothes,

the absolute lack of humor.

- What do you know?

- Everything.

- Nothing!

- Ma'am.

So they check out, actually.

Yeah, they're- they're-
they're here for a wedding.

Her son's a cop.

Wedding's for a cop.

- Great.

So, Irish cops everywhere.

- Yeah.

- So are you gonna
take the hoods off?

Or are you so ugly we'll turn
to stone when we see you?

- Take them off.

Send them home.

- Okay.

All right.

- Your son's a policeman?

You know the drill.

You weren't here.

You saw nothing.

- Keep up the smashing work.

- Get them out of here.

- [grunts] I thought
we were goners there.

- It takes more than
that to scare me.

[suspenseful music]

- This way, ma'am.

- Thanks for the lift!

We appreciate it.

What the hell was that about?

- Murders, Fergus.

Dozens of them all over the
world, even here in Ireland.

- The screen I saw that
was the Wellington Monument

in Phoenix Park.

And it's been attributed
to somebody called Diyu.

- Diyu?

- Now, either this is the most
prolific serial killer ever,

or it's an assassin.

- Shit!

It just finds us, doesn't it?

- Death?

Indeed.

The question is,
should we investigate?

- Look, I know I'm always gung
ho for these kinds of things-

- But Vicky's wedding.

- Yeah, and her
friends are here.

- It kills me to say
this, but maybe we

need to leave this one alone.

- Hey, maybe he's
just passing through.

- Oh, I don't think so.

There's plenty of wealthy
people in these parts.

Plenty of assassination fodder.

- Assassination fodder?

- Oh, that means it's
unlikely to affect us.

- [scoffs] Right.

You pinky promise?

- We're gonna concentrate
on the wedding.

Do you know what
Diyu is Mandarin for?

Hell.

- Hell?

- Yeah.

No investigating?

- No, absolutely not.

[soft music]

[light chatter, laughter]

- Where have you two been?

- We're three drinks in.

- How many do we
have in the pool?

- Too many.

- Did you get lost
on the way up?

- Yeah, you could say that.

- Large glass of red wine.

[glass shatters]

- Oh!

- My god!

I'm so sorry.

Apparently, she's new.

I was assured the staff
here were top quality.

- I can assure you that
staff are top quality.

- Well, it wouldn't be an Irish
wedding without a few spills.

[laughs] So you two, how
long have you been together?

- Well, according
to her son, too long.

- Oh stop it.

Two glorious years.

- Fergus, you'll have a pint.

- No, maybe a half
one for me, please.

- No, have a full one.

Just cause your dad's
an alcoholic

doesn't mean you'll be.

- Oh, isn't she fun on a drink?

- Why don't my two
favorite men go do

something together tomorrow?

- Well, I mean, we could
explore the local area.

I've been reading-

- Reading is like sleeping.

You can do that at home.

- Don't let Harry
hear you say that?

- This area is actually
full of history.

There are books in that drawing
room all about the local area.

- What about kayaking?

- No.

- Mom?

Johnny!

She's your Ma.

You're not American.

- There's only one of us here
with fake mother syndrome.

- Oh, boys!

- Exactly.

- Drinks, everybody.

- Yes, please.

- Oh, yeah!

- I put in a bid for the build.

It's bloody ridiculous.

I have to pitch it all.

- Well, he's
in charge, Chester.

- Gold-digging bastard!

- Stop it.

Your father will be furious!

- Dad's dead, Mum.

He's dead years.

- I mean, he'd be very upset
at you always attacking Johnny.

Johnny has been so good to me.

- Come on, let's have a drink.

We used to be pals.
[glass shatters]

- Oh!

- Well, that's just a waste
of a 200 euro glass of whiskey.

- Well, I'm sure you can
afford it on my mother's

substantial purse!

- How rich do you
think Charlotte is?

- Do you mean rich enough
for someone to want her dead?

- Well, if this was
a film, the rich heiress

would be a likely target.

- You promised.

- Okay, you got us.

- Oh!

[slow music]

[suspenseful music]

- Mark Croker was found dead
at the Wellington Monument

five years ago from
an alleged mugging gone wrong.

It's on the FBI board.

- Okay.

Diyu, all the online
speculation is that he's

an international assassin.

Should we tell Charlie?

- Josh is enjoying his
break, and Vicky is

enjoying her wedding weekend.

- Yeah.

And we're not
investigating, so.

- But the murder
took place in Dublin.

- Glenn's in Dublin.

He knows someone
in the coroner's office.

What if we got Mark
Croker's files?

- That wouldn't really be
investigating, would it?

- Not even a little!
- No!

No!

No!

Good night, sir.

- Good night.

[bird chirping]

- Oh, I was looking
for my mother.

- Morning after
apology situation?

- What?

- Nothing.

No I was just saying I guess
it's- your stepdad being,

you know, almost the same
age as you, you two could

have gone to school together.

- We were at school together.

- Oh!

Awkward.

- His father, if you
can believe it,

was an actual car salesman,
a walking bloody clich�.

Made a bit of money, sent
his oik to Belvedere.

I was stupid enough
to befriend the bastard,

even brought him
home for the summers.

Never dreamed he'd bloody
well shag my mother.

- Wow!

That is- that is
straight up nuts.

But I guess love is
a powerful thing.

- Love?

I know what he loves-

money.

My poor mother.

She's not right, you know?

I keep telling
people she's ill.

I think he's
poisoning her slowly.

He's got her under his control.

Sick!

- What are you doing?

- Doing?

Nothing.

What do you mean?

- You were questioning him?

- No, no.

We were just chatting.

- Chatting?

Really?

Are you and Granny working?

- What?

No!

No, not at all.

God, no!

- On your suspect list?

- There is no suspect list.

Okay?

All right, fine.

I'll tell you.

But you have to promise
not to tell anyone, okay?

We don't want
to ruin the wedding.

[pensive music]

- So what did he say?

- Fergus.

Fergus, do you have a moment?

- Oh, it's okay, Harry.

She knows.
- Knows what?

There's nothing to know.

- Yeah, yeah.

Not investigating, I know.

Just a little questioning.

- Did you find out anything?

- Well, Chester used to bring
Johnny here for summer.

Schoolmates.

- So not Oedipus.

Oedipus's roommate?

- Johnny's a bit weird.

What if he's hired an assassin
to kill his rich wife?

- Oh, I've just been
talking to his rich wife.

And he gets more while
she's alive than dead.

- Well, then we have nothing.

- Oh, but that's a good
thing, then, isn't it?

Because we're not
investigating.

- Investigating what?

- Nothing.

We- we were just-

what is that?

- That's my own concoction.

Cleanses the system.

One glass every
day, you're golden.

Fancy a try?

- No.
No, thanks.

You're grand.

[suspenseful music]

- I'll leave you
to your breakfast.

- What is it?

- I know who the target is.

- Who?

- Who?

- Johnny has a blue
ring around his iris.

He's being poisoned.
- Oh.

How do you know that?

- I read it in a book.

- What book?
- That's the problem.

I don't remember.

But I vaguely remember.

It was a type of frog.

- He's being
poisoned by a frog?

- It was an old book.

I read it, I don't know,
about 10 years ago.

Fiction.

But the author had
done their research.

The symptoms were a blue circle
beneath the iris, then stomach

cramps, fever, and the death.

- The author, were
they male or female?

- A woman.

Of course, a woman.
- Ha!

Ha, ha!

I was wondering
where you all were.

- Shh.

She's thinking.

Johnny's been poisoned,
and he's about to die.

Harry read a book
about the poison.

[chuckles]

- What is it with you two?

We need to call an ambulance.

- There's no time
for an ambulance.

It works too quickly.

We need to find
the antidote now.

It is set in the Amazon.

Mary- Minnie-

Melissa-

- "Amazon Poison,"
Meredith Endersley.

You loaned it
to me, went on and

on about this
amazing detective and

how it had to be solved
without modern technology,

and I could learn
a thing or two.

- She only wrote one book,
1825, "The Poisoned Wells."

I'll download it.

- Who poisoned him?

- International assassin.

- I've got it.

- Search the text
for the word "frog."

- Here.
"Too late.

They realized he'd been
injected with the poison

of the Amazonian bullet frog.

And even if they could
get to him on time,

the cure was nonexistent."

- But that was
written 200 years ago.

By now-

- He's right.

Amazonian bullet frog antidote.

- Nature really does
look after itself.

You won't believe this.

Garden?

- Oh!

Oh!

Okay, guys, we're looking
for pale white flowers

with a golden center.

- [grunts] I don't feel well.

- Get him in.

Get him down there.

- You need to drink this.

- Oh!

What- what is that?
- It'll help.

Trust us.

[shivers, breaths heavy]

I need to lie down.

Oh!

- Have we killed him?

- We need to call
the local guards.

- Not the guards.

FBI here.

- Well, this just gets better!

- Oh, shush.

[dog barking]

- Here, what's wrong with ya?

You have a face like my ex's
arse when I'd slap it.

- Harry asked me
to do her a favor,

be part
of an investigation like.

She needed a file from
the coroner's office, which

I procured via
my aunt's cousin's

neighbor's ex-wife's
father-in-law.

But it's turned out to be
a complete bloody dead end.

- You need to think
inside the box.

- Yeah.

You mean outside?

- Inside.

Gay.

- What?

- His next of kin.

His partner, Thomas Williams.

- Live and let live, I say.

- He obviously didn't
spend his life grieving.

He's on a dating app now.

- Well, you can't
blame a chap for that.

Partner died years ago.

- Great.

I've listed you on the site,
and I've swiped on Thomas.

- You set me up
on a gay dating app?

- Oh, look, he's
matched already.

I knew I used the right pic.

- What pic?

Hey!

That's- how?

I told Petra that I was
a private picture for her

eyes only.

- She shows me everything.

Everything.

Right.

You and Thomas are
going out for coffee.

No funny business now.

Don't you go turning.

I don't need
an earful from Petra.

- Petra, Petra.

- An assassin?

In Carrick Doon?

Don't be ridiculous.

Assassins are just
in movies, right?

- Killers for hire are a lot
more common than people think,

and relatively cheap.

Making contact
is the hard part.

But if we can find out
who wants you dead,

we might be able to find
out who they hired.

- But who would
want to harm Johnny?

- I have enemies.

Sure.

I made a lot of ruthless
business decisions

over the years.

But to go to these
lengths, that's insane.

- I'm gonna need you to make a
comprehensive list of everyone

who has a grudge against you.

- Here.

Have some water.

- What are you doing?

- I told you categorically
not to get involved.

- You're welcome for us
saving a man's life

and finding your target.

- You the cop?

The guard?

- Chief Superintendent.

- I'll have to talk
to the embassy

and make sure you
have clearance,

but you can stay on site.

- What are you on about?

Surely, you're taking
him somewhere safe.

You're leaving him here?

- He's bait.

Cold.

- This is your first real break
on him, isn't it, this guy?

Is he even a guy, this Diyu?

You don't know.

- How can we be
sure it's even Diyu?

- Are you suggesting
there's a surfeit

of killers in Carrick Doon?

- Well, if you two
are here, who knows?

- It's him.

He used the same poison before.

Look, this is
a delicate operation.

We need to keep it contained.

Tell Mr. Flood I'll
put agents in place.

He'll be safe.

- Well, this is
bloody brilliant.

Vivian's gonna lose her mind.

- Look, if Johnny
is the target,

well, Chester
certainly hates him.

- Well, he's not the only one.

The man in the pub
spat on the floor

when his name was mentioned.

And Charlotte
said that everyone

warned her against him.

- Do you think we
should tell Vicky?

It is her wedding.

- Now we have two jobs here-

find the assassin
and ensure that Vicky

has a wedding to remember.

[suspenseful music]

- Blow-in.

- What now?

- My family have been farming
here for hundreds of years.

Flood, [spits] he's a blow-in-

blows in, takes what
doesn't belong to him.

- But the land
belongs to Charlotte.

And her family's been
here just as long.

She's not a blow-in.

- That's just maybe, but she
wouldn't desecrate that land.

- "Desecrate" is a bit
strong, isn't it?

She just wants
to expand the castle.

- To make it a hotel!

That's farming land.

We don't want hotels.

You build hotels, you
get undesirables from-

from- from Dublin or worse.

- All right.

So you're saying
if Johnny wasn't here,

then Charlotte
would sell to you?

- Of course, she would.

Decent woman, that one.

You tell her I said that.

- Have you ever thought about
getting him out of the way?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Hiring someone
to change his mind.

- If I wanted to change
his mind, I'd do it myself.

Chop into the kneecap
can be very persuasive.

- What do you think?

- That he's one very angry man.

- Oh, but this is madness!

You can't go!

- That's exactly
what I must do.

Don't you understand, my love?

Me being here is putting
you in harm's way.

And I couldn't bear it
if anything happened to you.

- Well, at least let
me come with you.

- Aren't you listening to me?

I need to go alone to save
myself and to keep you safe.

And it's better if I go
before the FBI get here.

And when they find
him, I'll come back.

- Johnny!

Johnny!

Tell me where you're
going to be, at least.

- Better if you don't know.

Nobody should know.

I love you, darling.

[slow music]

- [grunts] Oh!

- What is it?

- Charlotte's had a turn.

[ominous music]

- Here you go.

- Oh, I'm sorry I'm
such a nuisance.

- Oh, don't be silly.

And where's Johnny?

- He's gone.

I couldn't stop him.

I don't even know
where he was going.

He wouldn't tell me.

- Oh, do you think we
need to call a doctor?

- Oh, I have a doctor,
doctor watching.

- Should we tell Agent
Draper he's done a runner?

- I don't know.

I think they were planning
on using him as bait.

We should think about it.

- I'm not sure I can do this.

- You wish.

- He'll probably be able
to smell Petra on me.

- She's been gone for weeks.

Have you not showered?

- Of course, I've
showered, more than once.

I actually- oh, here he comes.

Thomas.

Oh!

- You must be Fernando.

- Must I?

Yes, yes.

- You don't sound
particularly Spanish.

- Oh, I travel quite a bit.

The accent comes
and goes, you know?

- [speaking in Spanish]

- If you don't mind, we stick
to English for practice.

- As you wish.

That was a very entertaining
photo you posted.

I like a man with
a sense of humor.

- Who doesn't, eh?

- How have you been
today, Charlotte?

- Her husband left.

- Really?

Johnny?

- He'll be back.

He must come back.

- Always has been a bit
of a free spirit, hasn't he?

I did warn you.

Well, your blood
pressure's not too bad.

Have you eaten today?

- Oh, I'm not hungry.

- Well, you have to eat.

- I'll speak to your butler.

We'll make sure she's fed.

- Do.

She's a very special lady.

[light music]

- You need to move this on.

- It's not exactly
the easiest thing in the world

to bring up a murdered ex.

- Well, if I know men-
and trust me, I know men-

when he gets back
from the toilet,

he's probably going to suggest
you go somewhere more intimate,

probably his place.

And then I can't help you.

- You're not helping me now.

[door creaks]

[laughs]

- It's very sweet
how you do that-

stand up, I mean.

A gentleman.

Listen, this has been lovely,
but I really need to get going.

- You're not gonna suggest
we go back to yours?

- I don't think-

- It's all right.

Don't worry yourself about it.

But please, tell me something.

Do I give off
an air of neediness?

- What do you mean?

- Well, I never put this on
my profile, but I lost my ex.

He died.

I don't think I've ever
really got over him.

- Oh, I see.

To answer your question, no.

You don't come across as needy.

Hopefully, I don't either.

- That was a long time ago.

But god, how I miss him.

That man could
do things to you,

blow your mind, gay sex things!

But I'm sorry.

Just rambling on there.

Nostalgia land.

You were saying?

- Um.

I lost an ex, too.

He was murdered.

- Oh, my god!

That's awful.

Tell me more.

- I don't like
to talk about it.

- How was he murdered,
if you don't mind me asking?

Somebody have it in for him?

- Mark didn't have
an enemy in the world.

- Unlike me.

Me, I've got loads.

Who stood to benefit
from his death?

- No one.

Me, mostly.

I was his next of kin.

- So you had him killed?

- What?

No.

- Sorry to interrupt there.

I couldn't help overhearing.

Chief Sergeant Detective Brenda
Brinson of An Garda Siochana.

I remember that case.

I remember it very well.

So only you benefited
from Mark's death?

- What?

No.

Other people benefited.

Mark's mother got his art.

He was up for a big
promotion before he died.

So someone else got that job.

He left some money
to charities.

Are you- are you
really a guard?

- What's this
about a promotion?

- He worked at Dublin General.

He was gonna be made
chief of surgery.

Wait, I- I don't think
chief sergeant detective

is a real rank.

- Well, it clearly is.

And I have to get
back to the precinct.

Crime never sleeps.

- That was odd.

[slow music]

- Thank you, sweetheart.

- Oh!
- No.

You're all good.

I love bread.

- Glenn messaged.

He said he and Concepta
are onto something,

and they hope to have
more news tomorrow.

- Is that all he said?

- Mother!

Where's the bastard?

- Chester.

- Offered an olive
branch, put in a tender

for the construction.

Turned out he turned me down!

Where's my mother?

- Your mother.

- Stay out of this.

Family matter.

- Your mother is sick,
and Johnny is gone.

- Gone?

Gone where?

- I think you should
take yourself home now.

- Home?

- Families.

- All right.

- That's quite something.

- So

- Yeah.

[soft music]

[laughter]

- I shouldn't be
telling you this.

I mean, it's career suicide.

No, this is the old
commissioner,

long before the one we have
now, who is a boring old fart.

- Oh, my- my dad knew him.

- They said every time
they raided the brothel,

he was there
on official business.

- That's him!

That's him!

- So we're at this conference
in skipper, slipper-

court.

And I walk out
of the bathroom of my room

and find him standing there,
trousers around his ankles.

I mean, I shouldn't
be telling this story.

It's absolute career suicide.

But you're not gonna
tell anyone, are you?

[laughter]

So I take a photo of his
teeny cashew nodule willie.

- Oh god!

- And three months
later, he makes

me assistant commissioner.

[laughter]

[suspenseful music]

- Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

No, this reminds me
of another dinner party.

Something's not right.

[people coughing, grunting]

What happened?

- We passed out.

Everyone passed out.

- Where's Charlie?
Where's Lola?

- Yeah.

And Vicky and Zara?

[scream]

[tense music]

- Help!

- Help!

Help!

Help!

- Help!

- Anyone!

[phone rings]

- I want Johnny Flood.

You have till midday
to tell me where he is.

After that, one
of these people will

die on the hour, every hour.

[intense music]

- Help!

Help!

- Please!

Please!

- Someone help!

- Anyone there?

- Anyone?

Please!

- What is it?

Where are you?

- An assassin.

An international assassin!

Why didn't you tell us?

- Look, the rest
of us feel okay,

but they still
look really sick.

- I'm not a general
practitioner,

but I can come over
and take a look.

Keep getting fluids into them.

Clearly, the drug leaves
the system after a while.

Their bodies are just
handling it slower.

- Thanks.

Where are we going?

- We're going to find Johnny.

- He wouldn't tell me
where he was going.

I begged him to.

- Did he take his passport?

- Oh, I don't know.

We keep them in the drawer.

- Here?

- Yeah, we keep them there.

[suspenseful music]

- No, he didn't
leave the country.

Has he got any friends
or family that he would go to?

- I've called everyone.

Nobody has seen him.

Oh.

Oh, my head!

This is all my fault.
I'm to blame.

- You mustn't think that way.

It's not your fault.

- I need to find him.

And we need to find
your friends.

I'm so sorry.

I should have stopped
him from leaving.

- We'll find everybody.

We will.

- [sighs]

- Help me!

- He's not going to kill them.

We've all seen enough movies.

He's a professional who plans
everything meticulously.

- But not necessarily.

- Orla is right.

All he wants is Johnny.

We just need to find him.

- Hey, I want Lola-

all of them back safely
as soon as possible.

We're not just gonna hand
a man over to be killed.

- We are gonna have to cross
that bridge when we come to it.

Because I see it, there
are three objectives.

We need to find Johnny.

We need to figure
out who's hired Diyu

and where he's keeping them.

We need to look at this
from every angle.

- I can help.

I- still just a little bit.

- We'll need
your help, but only

when you're able to function.

- Harry, FBI.

- Oh, no!

No, she's gonna cut us out.

- We need all
the help we can get.

- Diyu is not
going to harm them!

- Fergus is right.

We've got too much
at stake not to call her.

[phone rings]

- Hello?

Agent Draper, please.

- You'll be moved
to a safe location.

- Like this place
was safe when you

decided to leave
Johnny here as bait

and let him flit
without even noticing?

- Yeah, these are
our loved ones, okay?

It is less than an hour
from the deadline.

We're not going anywhere.

- I appreciate that
you're distressed,

but there's no
room for civilians.

- And I refer you
to my original comment.

- Nobody is going anywhere.

- Listen, I respect
your role, okay?

- No, you don't.

You are operating
in my jurisdiction.

You may have
received permission

from the justice minister,
but one call from me

and you're off my soil.

- You don't have the authority
to make that call.

- Myself and Latishuk are
extremely good friends.

And he is very good friends
with your secretary of state.

I believe they share a great,
great granny from Mayo.

The FBI might get
to have agents here,

but you don't need
to be one of them.

- Fine.

But don't get in my way.

Mike.

[tense music]

- Do you have that clout?

- God, No.

Latishuk hates me.

I really need to lie down.

- Go.

Thank you.

[suspenseful music]

Charlie, what are you doing?

- Thank you.

That's very helpful.

He didn't take a taxi, train,
or bus out of the village.

And all the castle
cars are still here.

- So wherever he's
gone, he's gone on foot.

- And the nearest village
is 6 miles from here.

And I've already
checked all the B&Bs.

- The next one is 10 miles.

I'll start calling.

- No, no, we need
to be more strategic.

We're running out of time.
- Hang on.

Vivian got me through
to our guys who

monitor credit transactions.

He's not used his
cards anywhere.

- It's almost 11:50, and we
still don't know anything.

- It's all gonna be fine.

He's not just going to kill-

[phone beeps]

- What is it?

- It's Diyu.

He's left us a location pin.

It's in the woods.

- Ma'am.

- Mike?

- The- the civilians, they
are- they are on the move.

They're moving.

- He isn't really
gonna kill them, is he?

- It's two minutes past 12.

- Stop!

- Where are you going?

- Don't have time for this.

Keep up or bugger off.

It's your choice.

Says this is the place.

There's nothing here.

Let me see.

- Lola, Charlie,
Vicky, is anybody here?

- Let's split up and look.

- We'll look this way.

[panting]

- Wait.

That type of mushroom
only grows on wood.

- Wood.

- What is this place?

- I have no idea.

- Harry!

- Fergus, come down here now.

- Harry!

- This way!

There are some
barrels down here.

- Get it open.

What?

All right.

Come on, come on, come on.

All right, watch out.
- What?

- Don't breathe it.

Who is it?

- Oh, it's Asheem.
- He's dead.

Nobody touch him.
- Oh my god!

Oh my god!

He is killing them!

- He's improvising.

- So?

- CO2 is poisoning them.

- Now you know I'm serious.

I want Johnny Flood.

1 o'clock,
or the next one dies.

- Oh!

- That's in 51 minutes, Harry.

What are you gonna do?

Agent Draper, what
are we gonna do?

- Come on.

We'll deal with him later.

- Look.

Drink that, and we'll work
it out piece by piece.

- How do you do it?

How do you always
stay so cool-headed?

- I'm not cool-headed.

I'm a raging ball of fury.

But all that matters right now
is that we get Charlie and Lola

and Vicky and Zara back alive.

- Right.

We still need to find where
Diyu is keeping the others.

- They must be fairly close by.

He only had a few hours
to move and hide five people.

I would guess they're
within, what, 10 miles?

- That's still a lot
of ground to cover.

- Where Asheem was
found, what was it?

- I think it was
an old hiding place.

Smugglers, maybe.

We're not that far
from the coast.

There were plenty
of books in the drawing

room on local history.

Maybe the clues are there.

- We need to divide
and conquer.

Some of us need to go
into the drawing room,

and someone needs
to go into the village

and talk to the locals.
- I'll do that.

- No.
Orla, you can't possibly-

- I need to stay active.

I'm going.

- I'll go with her.

- Pass me my phone.

I'll see what I can
find out from HQ.

- I don't think we should
have ordered all this.

How are we gonna pay?

- This is a nice
place with nice people

who've a lot of money.

We have to blend in.

Don't worry.

I never pay in restaurants.

We have to be meticulous.

Extract the information
with precision.

He's a surgeon.

I'm a surgeon.

Watch and learn.

[light music]

- Is this seat taken?

You are a doctor, aren't you?

- Do I know you?

- No, I can just tell.

You have a certain
bearing about you.

- Well, I'm not.

I'm the chief of surgery.

Now, if you would excuse me.

- I think we both know
what you'd rather eat.

- Do I have to call
the manager?

- Oh.

Well, the more
the merrier, I always say.

He's playing it cool.

It's Ryan Gosling all over
again, and Gosling begged.

He will, too.

Come on.

We're leaving.

- What's the plan then?

Like, for- for not paying?

- I don't know.

I never pay in restaurants.

The man always does.

- Bugger, bugger, bugger.

- Someone must know
where Johnny is.

Mm?

Is someone hiding him?

- No one round here
would help him.

- I'm not sure if that's true.

- I wouldn't help him.

- Well, now, that's true.

Well, he hates Johnny Flood.

- I hate lots of people.

- This is official
Garda business.

- I'm not too fond
of the guards, either.

- Listen to me,
you stupid old man!

I don't have time
for you to mess around.

Where is Johnny Flood?

- I don't know.

I haven't seen him.

Not since yesterday lunchtime.

- What?
Where?

- Nowhere.

Just on the path
up to a cnoc beag.

- A cnoc beag?

- A small hill.

- What's up there?
Does anyone live there?

Are there any houses?

- Nothing.

Just an old shepherd's hut.

- Go check it out.

I'm gonna stay here and see
what else I can find out.

[suspenseful music]

- What the bloody hell!

Get off my grand.

- Hello again, lover.

You dropped your keys,
and I know what that means.

- No, I bloody didn't.

You stole them.

Now get out of my sodding
house before I call the guards.

- Oh, my funny little surgeon.

[piano key strikes]

- Come here.
Give me.

- Oh!

Oh, you like it rough?

Oh, I like it
rough, too, daddy.

- Don't call me "daddy."

- [clears throat] We
need to talk, geezer.

- Are you two
lunatics together?

- I have no idea who she is.

- I have no idea who he is.

- Right.

I am calling the guards.

[gunshot]

- [screams]

- What's happening?

What's-

- Tell me about Diyu?

- Who?

- Five years ago, you
hired a hitman called

to Diyu to kill Mark Croker.

- No.
No, I didn't.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I- I didn't.

- Get down on your knees!

Now, listen here, mate.

My information is wrong, I've
got no further use for you,

have I?

So, what's it gonna be?

1, 2 and 1/2-

- All right!

What do you want to know?

- That you hired
him, for starters.

- There are numerous
mentions of tunnels here,

but no one knows where
they actually are.

- I can't find anything online.

- Oh.

[phone buzzes]

It's from Cormac.

He's saying that Johnny is
hiding out in an old shepherd's

hut up on a cnoc beag.

He's gonna to check it out.

I don't think he
should go alone.

Maybe I should go with him.
- No!

I need you here.

- I'll go.

- Are you up to it?

- Yeah, I'm feeling
much better.

- Look, should we tell
Agent Draper about this?

I mean, what if she
insists on putting him

in protective
custody this time?

- Well, we don't know if he's
actually there yet, do we?

But if he is, he's
our only leverage

to getting Charlie and Lola
and the rest of them back.

No, I think we keep this
to ourselves for now.

- I'm part of an organization,
the League of Asclepius.

- The what is?

- It's old, secret!

Started in India
under the British Raj,

then spread across the world-

Africa, America, Australia.

- All right, all right.

I've heard about the world.

That don't answer
my question, though, does it?

- There's a site
on the dark web.

If a member needs something,
we just have to ask.

Diyu contacted me.

- I don't wanna hear
you telling me porkies.

- Because I'm scared,
and I don't want to die.

- You're all right.

It's cushty.

I'll take the dead
bint with me.

- Get the address.

- Looks like she's
not quite dead.

I mean, bollocks!

Now I've gotta kill her again!

One last question, possibly-

what's the address
you messaged?

- It's-

- Actually, just write it down.

I'll never remember.

Got a head like a sieve.

- Please, don't kill me.

- You might want to bugger
off to South America, love.

We're working with the FBI,
and we'll be sure to tell

them all about you.

[laughs]

- Take it easy, boyo!

- Someone must know
something about them.

- Me Da might know.

- Your dad?

- Really old Pete?

- Me Da!

- Cormac!

I thought you could
do with some backup.

This is the small hill, yeah?

You want to see cnoc more?

- You're up for this?

- Let's go.

- Aren't you a pretty
little thing?

- Your son thought you
might know something

about the old tunnels?

- Tunnels?

I remember tunnels
from when I was a boy.

There was a girl who
worked in the grocer's.

Looked a bit like you.

We had a bit
of a fumble. [laughs]

But then she died,
and I married me wife.

Ugly woman, she was.
- Da!

- Sorry.

Had the mole.

- The tunnels?

- What about them?

- Oh.

- Oh, those tunnels?

I remember.

You see, we were never allowed
to go in to the tunnels

because they belonged to His
Lordship over the castle.

But we used to sneak in because
we were scallies, we were.

[laughs] Where's
Billy and Tommy?

- Dead, Da!

- I'm the only one left now.

- How do I get to the tunnels?

- The only tunnels
we ever found

were in the forest
west of the castle.

- We found that one already.

You don't know of any others?

- No!

It's the only one.

We had to get in through
the coal bunker.

- Coal bunker?

What coal bunker?

- You mean the old ground
keeper's cottage there?

- Yeah, that's right.

- There's not much
but ruins left,

but the coal bunkers are
still there, about half

a mile from the castle.

- Thank you.

[percussive music]

- Who is that?

- Well done, Da!

[intense music]

[clock ticking]

- Vivian is really
struggling with the side

effects of this drug.

I told her to sleep
it off on the couch,

but she's barely
holding it together.

- We're scanning
the topography of the area,

but it's slow going.
- Yeah, too slowly.

The hour is almost up.

- We're doing our best.
[phone buzzes]

- Glenn?

- Harry, me old friend.

- Glenn, we're trying
to keep off this line?

- Mark Croker was murdered.

This other surgeon
wanted his promotion.

Concepta had this whole
plan to seduce him.

And then I shot her.

- My death scene was exquisite.

- We got the address
of the website

that this chap used
to hire the assassin.

- You found the website
to hire Diyu?

- Yeah.

Only problem is, it's
no longer in use.

We'll send you
through the address.

You can tell that FBI gal,
Thaddeus Gibbons is the chump

she wants for Mark Croker.

Oh, one other thing,
might be important,

Diyu works for a group
who call themselves

the League of Asclepius.

Old and secret, apparently.

- Glenn, Concepta, you
are a pair of marvels.

Well done!

- Do I have to do
this much longer?

- Quid pro quo.

Go on.

I help you.

You help me.

- Who exactly are
Glenn and Concepta?

- Secret weapons.

- Yeah.

If that site's been removed,
it's no use anymore.

- No, we can track
its footprint

even if it's been taken down.

It's just gonna take some time.

But this- this is
the biggest break we've had.

[glass shatters]

- Sorry.

- If Diyu is in disguise,
then it could be

anyone who's new to the area.

Zara said the waitress was new.

- We're checking her out.

You're new to the area.

- So are you.

[phone beeps]

- It's Orla.

She found a new tunnel.

[suspenseful music]

- All right.

I sent the pin.

Get some agents down here.

- Come on.

It's almost 1 o'clock.

- Fergus.

- How do you know it's-

great.

I just wanted
to come down- oh!

- I see you.

You're already too late.

- It's 1:00 PM, you bastard!

It's 1-

- There.

There.

Okay.

Fergus.

Come on, Fergus!

- It's coming.

- Oh, okay.

- No!

Lola!

- Oh, it can't be!

It can't-
- Vicky!

- Oh my god!

- Oh my god!

- Oh my god!

- What's up?

- Felt like somebody
just walked on my grave.

What time is it?

- It's just after 1:00.

- We have to call them.

- No, there's no signal.

Cormac, we just
have to keep going.

It's all we can do.

[slow music]

- Poor Vicky.

Poor Cormac.

I thought it was-

so wrong of me!

- Not your fault. Still,
this is horrendous.

- We were here on time.

We were here.

He's not playing fair.

- Hey, she's alive.

There's a pulse.

It's faint, but she's alive.

- What?

- Ford, get an ambulance, stat!

- He knew we were here.

He's watching us.

How is he- how
is he watching us?

- We only have 55 minutes.

What if next time it's-

[tense music]

- [grunts]

- Come on.

It's not connecting.

They must not have any signal.

- Where are they?

Where's Johnny?

Look, I am on your side, okay?

Getting your family back
is my priority, too.

- But what happens if there's
a choice between them

and finding Diyu?

- You need to trust me.

Johnny's in a cabin
on the hill.

- I've sent you the location.

- Ford, get a bird in the sky.

- Yes, ma'am.

- All right, what do you know
about the League of Asclepius?

- Nothing.

- The Rod of Asclepius
is a symbol

of medicine the world over.

Asclepius was the Greek
god of healing.

Oh, no.

Dr. Keys, he wears a signet
ring bearing the symbol.

- That's not odd.

He's a member
of the medical profession.

- No, no.

The symbol has been
bastardized over the years.

It's often mixed up with
the Caduceus of Hermes.

- Speak in non-Harry.

- The Caduceus of Hermes
is a staff with two snakes,

while the Rod of Asclepius
is a staff with one snake.

Dr. Keys has the latter.

I mean, the symbol
for medicine is more

commonly two snakes nowadays.

The fact his ring
only has one suggests

he's a member of the league.

- He is smitten with Charlotte.

- So much so he'd
get rid of his rival?

- Let's find out.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

- I'm not leaving
without a fight!

- Mr. Flood.

It's us, Jordan and Cormac.

We're not the assassin.

- What are you doing here?

- We're here to bring you back.

Diyu kidnapped five
people when you ran.

- He drugged us all,
and he took them.

The deal is, if we give
you up, they don't die.

- That's- you can't
just expect me to hand

myself in to be killed.

But how do we even
know that he's serious?

- One of them is already dead-

Asheem.

He has Vicky, my Vicky.

- Charlie and Lola and Zara.

- Lola, the young girl?

- He's killing them.

He's serious.

- I didn't mean for any
of this to happen.

I just wanted to keep
Charlotte safe!

- Look, we don't
wanna hand you over,

but we need to do something.

- I understand.

You don't need to convince me.

- I think the FBI
have sent a chopper.

[chopper whirring over]

- Let's go.

- I'm a doctor, not a killer.

- You're in the League
of Asclepius.

You have access to Diyu.

- My agents are
already pulling data

fingerprints from the website
you used to hire him.

You're in love with Charlotte.

You saw Johnny
as a problem, and

you came up with a solution.

- In love?

Heavens, no.

I'm fond of Charlotte,
but she's obsessed with Johnny.

I could never-

I mean-

[soft music]

You're right.

It was me.

I hired him.

I did it.

- I can't believe
what I'm hearing.

You were my father's
best friend!

- He's lying.

He didn't hire Diyu.

You're lying because you
are a man in love.

Diyu was hired by Charlotte.

- That's ridiculous.

My mother doesn't go
around hiring assassins!

- Oh, it's sweet
of you to cover for me.

But Harry is right.

I hired Diyu.

- She doesn't know
what she's saying.

It's the tumor.

- Tumor?

What tumor?

- My tumor!

Huh.

I named him Aloysius. [laughs]

- I bloody knew you were-

oh.

You're not well.

- I'm dying.

But I couldn't bear
for Johnny to watch.

It would kill him.

It's better this way.

- This isn't her.

The tumor is pressing
on her prefrontal cortex.

That's the part
of the brain that

deals with rational thought.

She doesn't know
what she's saying.

- Listen to what you just said.

The rational part of her
brain isn't working.

Having Johnny
killed to save him

from the pain of watching you
die makes perfect sense to you,

doesn't it?

- It's the humane thing to do.

- But our friends, our family-

you knew they were
all kidnapped!

- Diyu has taken my son
and my granddaughter.

He's killed Asheem.

- No.

No, no, no, I didn't
want anybody else die.

[grunts]

No.

No, no.

It'll all be fine.

- Charlotte, it's over.

You need to tell Diyu to stop.

- Oh!
Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

There's no stopping.

Once he's started,
he doesn't stop.

Anyway, I wouldn't know
how to contact him.

No.

Diyu you always does
what he was paid to do.

Hmm.

[suspenseful music]

- [grunts]

You can do this.

- We have 20 minutes
to the next deadline.

We're running out of time.

We need to speed things up.

- How are your people getting
on with that web address?

- They're getting somewhere,
just not fast enough

to help us.

Diyu is a ghost.

- How many times have you gone
up against this Diyu before?

- We've been chasing
him for years.

First time we got nothing.

It was a senator.

We had him
in protective custody

in a fortified cabin
in the middle of nowhere,

20 agents around the cabin,
and Diyu snuck past all of them

and managed to put a bullet in
the back of the senator's head.

I still don't know
how he did it.

- He didn't do it.

- Excuse me?

- You know
your Sherlock Holmes?

When you've eliminated
the impossible, what remains,

however improbable,
must be the truth.

One of your agents
killed the senator.

- Absolutely not.

I handpicked my team.

I would vouch for every
man and woman.

- Which is why you
didn't consider them.

Now, we know that Diyu
has no qualms in using

family to get what he wants.

So one of your agents must
have been vulnerable-

a child they'd die for.

And Diyu could have put
a gun to that child's head

and said, you kill
the senator, or else.

- One of my team
quit soon after.

I thought it was
because we failed.

- I didn't know.

I didn't dream anything
like this would happen.

I am so sorry.

I'll hand myself over to Diyu.

I'll make this right.

I- I just need to see
Charlotte first.

- Well, you need
to have a drink first.

There's something
you need to know

before you talk to Charlotte.

- But first, Cormac,
we found Vicky.

Don't worry.

She's okay.

They've taken her
to a hospital in town.

- Thank god.

- I'll get one of my people
to drive you over.

- You should get
yourself that drink.

Did you see anything
in those books

about the League of Asclepius?

- Yes, actually.

It was a secret
organization somewhere

between the Illuminati
and the Freemasons.

This area used to actually
be part of their heartlands

back in the day.

Why do you ask?

- They were Irish?
- No, god, no.

Much bigger.

Global.

Puppetmasters influencing
global events.

They think Leon Czolgosz
was working with them.

- Leon Czolgosz?

- Shot President McKinley.

1901?
- Yeah.

- That happened
a long time ago.

Would they still
be around today?

- That's hard to say.

This is the thing with
secret organizations.

They don't exactly advertise.

- Yes, they do.

[suspenseful music]

[glass shatters]

- Yikes.

- I know who Diyu is.

- What did I miss?

- Why didn't you tell
me you were sick?

- Oh, I'm not sick, darling.

It's just a migraine.

I didn't want it to be true.

[somber music]

- You have him?

- We do.

- This is what I want you to-

- No.

We're not handing him
over until we get-

- You're in no
position to negotiate.

- We disagree.

We have what you want.

You have what we want.

And you've proven that
you can get to any of us

whenever you want.

You agree
to our terms, or we'll

hand Johnny over to the FBI.

- Very well.

Well, if you try to double
cross me, you and your partner

will be my next targets.

- [banging on the box]

[loud thud]

[suspenseful music]

[music intensifies]

- Oh my god!
Dad!

Dad!
Come on.

Wake up!

Dad, come on.
Wake up.

Wake up.
Dad.

Okay, come on.
Dad!

Dad!

Come on, wake up.

Okay.
Come on, Dad.

Wake up.

Dad, wake up.

Dad, wake up.

Dad, you need to wake up.

Dad!

You need to wake up, Dad!

- [coughs]

- Dad!

Are you okay?
Are you okay?

- Oh, lord!

Are you hurt?

- No, I'm fine.

Oh!

I'm so glad you're okay.

[intense music]

- Is there a way out?

- Nothing.

It's an empty room.

- How do we get up there?

- No idea.

- Oh, god!

[loud bang]

- You hear that?

[bang]

- I have eyes on two.

- Oh my god!

- Are you hurt?

- We're okay!

- Thank god!

- Help!

Help!

I'm here!

I'm here!

Please!
Please!

I'm here!

Quick!

Please, help!
Thank you!

Thank you so much!

Thank you!

- Ma'am, we have all three
hostages alive and well.

- Oh!

- Good work, Terry.

- I'm going to get
you some help now.

You're good to go.

- Can I go home, please?

- We'll need
to get a statement,

but you can do that
when you feel up to it.

- Thank you.

I heard what Mr. Flood was
going to do, hand himself

over like that.

Jeez, he's so brave.

I'd like to thank
him before I leave.

Is he here?

- He's in the orangery,
I think.

- Okay.

I don't even know what
to say to you two.

"Thank you" just seem
so inappropriate.

- Don't say anything.
- Yeah.

We'll see each other again.

- By the way, do you
know who that is?

- No.

- Zara Murray.

The real Zara Murray.

- Her body was
discovered about 30

minutes ago in the boot of her
car, parked in Dublin airport.

- But you know
that, don't you-

Diyu?

- I have no idea
what you're on about.

- Do you want to know
how we worked it out?

Fergus and I, we
figured it out at almost

the exact same moment.

Two things- the serpent
tattoo on your finger.

Members of the league
wear a ring.

You could hardly do that.

- And the stain on your sleeve.

- It wasn't on the CCTV
footage of you.

- You pre-recorded yourself.

- And hoped no
one would notice.

- We did.

- Well, shit, ain't you two
just a mighty pain in the ass?

Y'all know who my clients are?

I won't spend a day in prison.

Trust me.

- We'll see about that.
- You won't

- Drop your weapon.
Drop your weapon.

- Death by cop is not gonna
to happen, I'm afraid.

- Ridiculous.

Shit.

- I was wrong about you.

Thank you for your help.

- You're welcome.

What's gonna happen
to Charlotte now?

- Well, I don't know.

According to Dr. Keys,
she probably doesn't

have a lot of time left.

And I'm not sure what we'd
gain by prosecuting her.

- And she doesn't
remember what she did?

- Yeah, this is also true.

- So we go home now.

There's not gonna be a wedding.

I guess it's back to real life.

- And what's real life for you?

- I have a friend who
wants me to give up

everything and live
a life of travel, luxury,

good food, and good wine.

- Sounds awful.

- Doesn't it?

- Seriously, though, that's
not a life for people like us.

- People like us?

- Oh, come on, Harry.

Look, if you joined
the FBI when I did,

you would be my boss by now.

- Well, it sounds like that
would be a lot of paperwork.

- You're right.

It would.

Solving the crimes
and catching the bad guys,

that's what the likes
of you and I do, right?

- Right.

Well, I hope our paths
cross again one day

Special Agent Draper.

- I've got a feeling they
will, Professor Wild.

- We- we didn't
want to interrupt.

Felt like- it was the female
version of a bromance.

- A bramance.

- [laughs]

- Bramance?

That's the most ridiculous
thing I've ever heard.

Bramance.

[chatter]

- Good to see you.

How are you keeping?

- Oh, I'm fine, apart
from having to deal

with this one's cooking.

- I'm a great cook.

- As long as you like lasagna.

- Who doesn't like lasagna?

- I love a bit
of lasagna if you've

actually got any going spare.

- Are you gonna set a new date?

- Oh, something
simpler this time.

- Registry office,
a couple of drinks?

- Yeah, zero murders,
zero barrels.

- Well, I still need someone
to give me away, though.

- Oh, anytime.

- Oh.

- Sweet.

- Couldn't help overhearing
as I was listening intently.

Congratulations!

Have I ever mentioned we do
a mean triangular sandwich?

- Oh!

- Here we go again.

Yeah, Glenn, once or twice.

- Sample selection,
on the house!

Half price.

- Oh, go on, give us one.

- Glenn, you still haven't
understood what "on the house"

means, have you?

- No, Harry.

And I hope I never will.
- Here, Glenn.

These don't look half bad.

I thought Petra was
the triangular sandwich expert.

- Oh she is, yeah.

These are hers.

- What?

- She's been gone
for weeks, man.

- Well, I kept them
in the fridge, mostly.

- Oh, come on!

Stale sandwiches, dude.

Not- not okay.

- Please yourselves.

- We need a toast!

Champagne!

- French or Kyrgyzstani?

- French!

- Fair enough.

- What do you mean, Kyrgyzstan?

- Where's Kyrgyzstan?

- He's always after
the knock-off champagne-

- Quick question- where
do I send my invoice?

- Invoice for what?

- Acting services.

You get a case
involving a plumber,

you wouldn't expect him
to fit a bidet for free.

- And how would we be solving
a murder with a bidet?

- I wouldn't know.

I'm not a plumber.

- Send it to the FBI. [laughs]

- Oh, here, are you going
to be back for Easter?

- I think so.

Mom made me promise to come
back every vacation.

- I was thinking maybe we can-

- It's Ryan.

I'll be right back.

- Ryan.

- Even the darkest night will
end, and the sun will rise.

- I don't think Victor
Hugo helps, Harry.

- You recognize that?

- Yeah.

It's "Les Miserables."

They're still
teaching the course

that you said to Trinity.

[bottle pops]

- Oh!

- Hey!

- There you go.

- Thank you.

- That's right.

- Okay.

- Everyone got one?

Toast.

Ready?

Cheers!

[upbeat music]

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