All language subtitles for Moonlighting S02E07 (1985) WEB-DL 1080p [Ukr_Eng] [Hurtom]_Track04

♪ Some walk by night ♪

♪ Some fly by day ♪

♪ Nothing could change you ♪

♪ Set and sure
of the way ♪

♪ There is
the sun and moon ♪

♪ They sing
their own sweet tune ♪

♪ Watch them
when dawn is due ♪

♪ Sharing one space ♪

♪ We'll walk by night, babe ♪

♪ We'll fly by day ♪

♪ Moonlighting strangers ♪

♪ Who just met
on the way ♪

This has never
happened to me before.

Well, that's happened
to me before.

A lady walking up to me in a bar
and saying what you said...

That's never happened
to me before.

Well... I've never
done that before.

Any chance that
I can... see you again?

As I told you,

tomorrow I have to give up
all my... worldly pleasures...

...all the worldly things.

Yeah. Okay.

But I don't know
what that means.

Are you gonna
become a nun or...

Are you gonna die?

Aww.

Can I at least
know your name?

No.

This has never
happened to me before.

Well, glory be.

I think it's going
to happen again.

Give it to me.

You best leave.

Give it to me.

Oh, I hate this. I hate this.
What are you? What are you?

- The husband? The father?
- You best leave
or harm will come to you.

- Oh, I hate this!
- I said, give it to me!

This has never really
happened to me before.

Look, I'm going. Okay?

I warned you.

May all the unblessed spirits
of the night run wild

Hear the wail of the banshee

And the devil come
and claim your soul

This man is dead.

I think we should
do something.

Ich... am of Ireland.

And of the holy land
Of Ireland.

Goode sir, pray ich.

For the scent of charity

Come and dance with me...
and Ireland.

Un-huh.

Well, uh...

It has been fun.

This has never happened
to me before.

Ooh, sometimes it's scary
how smart I am.

- How what you are?
- I'm sitting in my office.

It's 9:45, and I'm trying
to figure out where to go
for lunch, right?

Why doesn't that surprise me?

So I'm thinking, "Dave,
there are guys like you

all over town: busy,
Overworked, overstressed,

executive types,
all cooking their brains

over the same
weighty decision."

Suddenly, it occurs to me.
Wouldn't it be great
if there was someone

who could make all these
tough choices for you?

Not just
where to go or what to eat,
but the real skull-busters like,

"What tie goes with
what shirt?"

Or "Should I send Cousin April
a check for her wedding

or actually go out
and get something?"

I don't remember
saying, "Come in."

So now I'm possessed.
I can't get this notion
out of my mind.

I realized I've stumbled
across a giant
untapped market here.

A need
waiting to be filled.

But how to fill it?
Then it hits me.

- Thank God.
- The solution
to this problem is a mother.

- Watch your language.
- Not a "mutha." A mother.

Everybody has one,
everybody loves them,

but nobody can't stand
to be around them. And why?

Because they nag.
Ekk ekk ekk ekk ekk ekk ekk!

Where to go, what to do,
what shirt to wear,

what tie to wear, what to get
for Cousin April.

I know there's a point
in there somewhere.

Don't you see?
Don't you get it?

Nobody wants to hear this
from their own mother,

but how about if it
was somebody else's mother?

Someone who hadn't
raised you from a pup,

someone who couldn't make
you feel guilty
at the drop of a hat.

Now, if some bright guy
could just harness
nagging power--

- What do you want?
- Want?

- Why did you come?
- Lunch!

- Lunch?
- Lunch, lunch! The meal
between breakfast and dinner.

I was trying to figure out
where to go when I came up
with the idea for AMFL.

- AMFL?
-"Another Mother For Lease."

Great name, isn't it?

- About lunch...
- Choose away, Mom.

- I'm not having any.
- No lunch today, no TV tonight.

No, I'm skipping lunch.
I'm going to the museum.

They're exhibiting
a new Gauguin.

Gauguin?

Oh, I heard of him.
That's the guy

that duked it out
with Godzilla, right?

I know who it is.
He paints naked girls.

"Nudes."

Nudes, right.
Nakes have staples in them.

- So, can I tag along?
- Why?

Why? Why not?
This may come
as some surprise to you,

- but I like to look
at naked women.
- I'm sure you do.

Not only that, but I know
something about art, too.

- What? That it's
short for Arthur?
- Now, you see?

You see,
that's a cynical remark.

Because I do.
I do know something about art.

There are a couple guys,
a couple of artists,
whose work I admire and respect.

- For instance?
- Rubens.

- Rubens?
- Rubens.

Peter Paul Rubens happens
to be a favorite of mine.

Flemish, 17th century,
master of the baroque style.

- David.
- He liked to paint

those big fat mamas
with major maracas.

- What?
- Liked women well-packed.

An artistic notion
not entirely lost on myself.

You know what they say.
The bigger the cushion

- the better the--
- Stop it!

I don't know why
we're working together.

We have nothing in common.
You--

Your soul is vacant.

You possess no sensitivity.
No poetry.

How can you say that?

Watch carefully.
"You have no poetry."

For your information,
I happen to be
dripping with poetry.

I have poetry
coming out my ears.

I have poetry
stuck between my toes.

- I have poetry
buried under my fingernails.
- Do tell.

It's just that my style
of poetry happens to differ

from your basic
hobnob snob variety.

But then all of us innovative,
vanguard types have
always been misunderstood.

- I don't believe this.
- I remember when
they told e.e. Cummings,

"E, baby, use caps."
But did old E listen?

No. Little N, little O.

I'm not having
this conversation.

Or when they told
Sylvia Plath,

"Hey, Syl, cheer up."

Now I know why people
turn to drugs.

Excuse me.
Mr. Addison, Ms. Hayes,

there's a client
waiting to see you.

- What?
- What?

- Are you sure?
- Are you sure?

I asked her three times.
What do you think
she could want?

I don't know.
Detective, maybe?

Gee, that makes sense.

Why don't you show her in?

Show her in what?

- Here!
- Here!

Right away, Ms. Hayes.

Ms. Hayes, Mr. Addison,
this is...

- Kathleen Kilpatrick.
- Hello, I'm Madelyn Hayes,

- and this is David Addison.
- Hi.

Sorry to be
troubling you like this

without an appointment,

Well, normally, we are
booked months in advance,

but you happened to hit
our slack decade.

Have a seat, please.

I would like to hire you.

I'm being chased by a man,
and I want you to protect me.

- Do you know who this man is?
- No.

- Or why he's chasing you?
- Oh, indeed, I know that.

He's after my pot of gold.

- Your pot of gold?
- Yes, that's right.

Excuse me, I'm afraid
I don't understand.

Just what do you mean
by your pot of gold?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I should've explained.
You see, I'm a leprechaun.

A leprechaun?

Yes.

You are familiar with them,
are you not?

Oh, sure.
I did a lot of reading on them.

- When I was 7.
- Aren't you a little tall?

I can assume all manner
of shapes and sizes.

How convenient.

Ms. Kilpatrick, would you
excuse us a moment?

- What do we gonna do?
- About what?

About her.
Should we call the police,

or the Department
of Mental Health?

Should've known it be
too good to be true.

When she said a client just
walked in off the streets,

should've known
she'd be nuts.

Wait a second. Are you
trying to tell me you
don't wanna take this case?

- What case?
- What case? That case.

The lady is being pursued
by someone.

That lady thinks
she's a leprechaun.

- So?
- So? I should've known.

Maddie, come back.
Wait a second.

Are you trying to tell me
you don't wanna take the case

simply because the woman
said she was a leprechaun?

Boy, are you a tough customer.

I bet you didn't even clap
your hands to save Tinkerbell.

Listen, that woman
does not need a detective.

What she needs
is a psychiatrist.

Perhaps.
Ours is not to reason why.

Ours is to take the case and
the money and...

- You would take this case?
- If we don't do it,
somebody else will.

All right, supposing
she's telling the truth.

Supposing She really
is a leprechaun

trying to protect
her pot of gold, all right?

Doesn't she deserve the same
protection as anyone else?

- She is not a leprechaun.
- In which case,

no one is chasing her
and it'll be the easiest
dough we ever made.

Would you forget
this money?

Can't you see?
That woman needs help.

- It's not right
for us to lead her on.
- What do you mean lead her on?

Do you know
she's not a leprechaun?

I'm reasonably
certain, yes.

- Oh, really?
- Yes, really.

- How do you be so sure?
- Because there's no such
thing as leprechauns.

- Says you.
- Says everyone.

- Not everyone.
- Everyone over
the age of consent.

Are you saying that you actually
think leprechauns exist?

No, I'm not saying
they definitely do.

I'm just saying that if
they do, their money's just
as good as any other person's

- or troll's, or hobgoblin's.
- Addison, that woman is...

- Eccentric.
- Cuckoo.

Know what your problem is?
Your soul is vacant.

You have no sensitivity.
You have no poetry.

- Stick it someplace, Addison.
- Fairytales are poetry.
Fantasy is poetry.

- Leprechauns is poetry.
- Okay, take it, take it.

But you're gonna
take it alone,

'cause I'm not gonna be
a party to this.

Fine, don't be party to this.

- Don't worry, I won't.
- Good.

- Good! Fine!
- Fine! Good!

Good!

I did too
clap for Tinkerbell.

So how did you happen
to pick the Blue Moon
Detective Agency?

Was it the billboards?
The TV commercials?

The magazine ads?
Scratch-and-sniff was my idea.

- Actually, it was the name.
- Swallow me Lucky Charms.

A blue moon is a sign
of luck for leprechauns.

You see, our magical powers
work only at night.

Night, huh?
Mine, too.

That man belongs in a pound.

A pound of what?

Thank you for a most...
enjoyable meal, Mr. Addison.

Don't thank me.
You paid for it.

Besides, it's just part of
the standard service package

we offer all our clients
seeking security

for their pots of gold.

You think I'm crazy,
don't you, Mr. Addison?

I think you're a client,
Ms. Kilpatrick.

- A crazy client.
- A paying client.

There's something
I should tell you.

Something that
you should know.

Something else?
Hard to believe.

Last night... I killed a man,
Mr. Addison.

Yeah, well... last night,
I killed a quart of tequila.

Mr. Addison,
did you hear what I said?

I said I killed a man.

No doubt about it.

This is gonna radically affect
our fee agreement.

Okay, all right.

Let's review for a second
or two, shall we?

- Last night, you killed a man?
- Oh, my goodness.

- Don't look back.
- What?

- Don't look back!
- Don't look back?

Wait a second, wait a second.
Question from the balcony.

Just what is it
back there that I'm not
supposed to be looking at?

A man! A fellow
countryman, I think.

Now, look, Ms. Kilpatrick,
I really don't think

- anybody's back there.
- He's following us.

Up there.

Wait a second,
wait a second.

Please!

Mr. Addison, shh!

Please.

- Did we give him the slip?
- Shh. Quiet. He mustn't hear.

Of course.

Ms. Kilpatrick--

- Please.
- No, you please.

No one is gonna hear us
because there is
no one down there.

I was hired to protect you,
not humor you.

Mr. Addison, I can see
you are not believing,

but I speak the truth.

He's down there,
and I'm telling you,

he'll be wanting
me pot of gold.

I'm sorry, but I kind of
doubt that.

Now, look.
It's late.

And I'm sure both of us
have better things to do

than stand around up here.

Mr. Addison, you're not
really leaving me?

Ms. Kilpatrick,
nobody is following you.

- Oh, but they are.
- Oh, but they are not.

I'm a capitalist.

Usually, I will take
my capital

wherever I can find it.

But I don't want
your money.

- I don't want this case.
- Why?

It's just not right,
me taking money from you.
That's why.

Oh.

I'm even crazier
than you thought, huh?

I don't want the money.

I don't wanna hear
any more of your stories.

I don't wanna talk about it.

I want you
to climb down here,

and I can take you back to
wherever it is you came from

and be done with it.

- But what about the man?
- There is no man--

Kathleen Kilpatrick!

You know what I'm after.

You best leave
or harm will come to you.

People are trying to
sleep over here!

I'm warning you.
You come any closer,

and I'm gonna put
the come-hither on you.

The come-hither?

Don't you have anything
in a go-away hither?

You think I'm fooling.
I ain't fooling.

I'm calling the cops.

Excuse me, sir, but I think
I was ahead of you.

Then again, I might
have been mistaken.

May all the unblessed spirits
Of the night run wild

Hear the wail of the banshee

And may the devil come
and claim your soul.

I'll be back,
Kathleen Kilpatrick.

Hey. Hey, you!

Hello.

It's 3:30 in the morning.

And you're up. What luck.
Need help.

- I've known that for months.
- Could you just
let us in, please?

Hello again, Ms. Hayes.

Oh, my goodness, the elf.

- Leprechaun.
- Of course.

- Would you just
let us in, please?
- All right.

What happened to you?

My head ran into
a plank of wood.

- Let's all talk.
- Why don't you and I talk?

Ms. Kilpatrick, would you
make yourself comfortable
in the living room, please.

Why did you bring
that cuckoo to my house?

She's not a cuckoo.

She is just... coo.

- Great. What does that mean?
- That means somebody
really is chasing her.

- I saw him.
He conked me in the head.
- My kind of guy.

Look, all right, I admit it.
You were right.

The babe belongs in a bin.

But somebody really is
chasing her.

We can't turn our backs
on her now, can we?

What "we"?
I didn't take this case.

Now I have this
strange woman in my house.

I don't even know who she is.

She's Kathleen Kilpatrick.

How do I know she didn't run
away from an institution?

How do I know she didn't
escape from jail?

How do I know
she's not wanted for murder?

- Oh, that reminds me.
- What?

She happened to let it slip
in conversation

that she killed a man
last night.

- What?
- Yeah, with her hand.

- Karate?
- No, more like
early Diana Ross.

That's it.

Ms. Kilpatrick, I think
it's time the two of us

had a little...

Terrific.

Kind of sweet.

- Kind of flattering.
- Flattering?

Look at her.
It's a peaceful sleep.

She trusts us.

She feels safe, Maddie.
She knows we'll protect her.

How can she know that
when I don't?

Wonder who she really is.
What she's really about.

Where she's really from.

I wonder why
she chose leprechaun.

- Huh?
- Of all the dreams to dream.

Of all the things
to be, why that?

In the morning.

Yep, this is him.
Edward O'Leary.

Recognize him?

I don't know.
We never knew him.

Then what did you wanna
look at the body for?

What did we want
to look at the body for?

We're private detectives.
It's what we do.

Wanna look at any others
while you're here?

No, thanks. Our limit is
one stiff per day.

Was there a cause of death?

Heart failure.

- That's it?
- Usually, that's all it takes.

Yeah. Well, tell me something.

Could he have died
from some sort of, uh, spell?

- A spell?
- Yeah, you know.

"Abracadabra.
The guy's a cadaver"?

Did you take a good look
at that guy?

He was 55 years old.

Smoked, climbed
four flights of stairs,

and was 70 pounds overweight.

His ticker just gave out.

- Look at the bright side.
She didn't kill him.
- That's the bright side?

You're right. She didn't
kill him. What a bummer.

Of course, we can't be sure.

What do you mean
we can't be sure?

The coroner said
it was a heart attack.

Maybe that's the way
a leprechaun death

is supposed to look.

Maybe it isn't about
cholesterol at all.

Maybe the rash of heart
attacks in this country

is actually the result
of some major migration

of short Irish people.

Just a theory.

- What are we gonna do?
- About what?

About her.
Clearly, she's out of her mind.

Out of her mind? Don't you
think that's a little strong?

Actually, "out of her mind"
is a pretty good summation.

I don't know.
What do you wanna do?

I don't know,
but we gotta do something

before she gets hurt,
or hurts somebody else.

Such a pretty lie.

- What does that mean?
- I don't know.

Nothing.
It's a shame.

She's such a nice person.

I thinks he doesn't mean
to hurt anyone.

But we can't go on wasting
time protecting someone

who won't tell us
the truth,

who maybe doesn't know
what the truth is.

- You want me to talk to her?
- No, I'll do it.

We'll do it.
We'll do it together.

Afternoon, Ms. Hayes.
Afternoon, Mr. Addison.

Is Ms. Kilpatrick
still in my office?

Yep.

I thought you said
she was in there.

That Kilpatrick woman,
she's a little strange.

Did you hear that?
It's the pot calling
the kettle pot.

Strange? What do you mean?

Where is she?

- Shh.
- Shh.

What do you mean, "shh"?
It's my office.

You're back.

She's been there the whole day.
Ever since you left.

Is something wrong?

Ms. Kilpatrick, what are
you doing in the closet?

Hiding.

You see, it's daytime,
and in the daytime,

I'm at me most vulnerable.

- Me powers only work at night.
- Only work at night.

Right, that's why
I hired you.

To protect me
during the day.

But I understand.
You have to do

your investigating
during the day, too.

So I thought, well--I was
careful not to hurt anything.

And we appreciate that, Kathleen.

Daytime is
a really scary time

for leprechauns.

You see, if we're captured
by the light of day,

we must take our captors
to our pot of gold.

We can't resist in any way.

You must go through
a lot of pots.

Thank you,
Ms. DiPesto.

Ms. Kilpatrick, let's have
a little conversation.

Ooh, are you
gonna get it now.

Kathleen, David and I like you.
We like you a lot.

Well, I like
the both of you.

Good. Good.

Kathleen, we know
you're scared

and we know someone's
chasing you,

and we would really
like to help you.

But it's hard, it's almost
impossible to figure out

what's going on without
the truth to work with.

What do you mean?
I've kept nothing from you.

And we believe you.

But maybe what you think is
the truth isn't the whole truth.

The whole truth?

Well, we believe you're
telling us the truth,

but what you believe is
the truth may not be the truth.

- I'm sorry.
- David, you understand
what I'm saying.

Well, to tell you the truth---
0Kathleen, there are

a million things
I wish I could believe in.

Knights on horses.
Wishing wells.

Santa Claus.
Miracle cures.

Oh, so that's what
this is about.

I have to tell you
what I think.

No, no, it's not
what you think.

It's what you feel.
You see, Ms. Hayes,

believing isn't about thinking.
It's about feeling.

Well, whatever
it's about,

I think--I mean I feel--

I mean I believe
you're not a leprechaun.

Leprechauns are tiny.

They go around casting spells
and granting wishes.

- Can you do anything like that?
- Maddie, easy.

Proof. Is that
what you be wanting?

Yes, yes, yes. Proof.
Proof would be wonderful.

I've been hearing
all this talk all about powers

and pots of gold
and other nonsense.

- Maddie.
- And I haven't seen anything.

Maddie.

If it's proof you be wanting,

what if I took you
to my pot of gold?

I'll get a shovel.

Kathleen, have you ever
seen this pot of gold?

Why, of course not. I've only
been in America two days.

Yeah, well, just where is it
that you stash your pot?

Why, at the end of
the rainbow, of course.

Kathleen, it's getting late,

and it occurs to me there
are no rainbows at night.

Really?

Perhaps you haven't been
looking in the right place.

Kathleen, let's just suppose
that we don't find the rainbow.

Or let's say that
we find the rainbow

and we don't find
the pot of gold.

What if it's just not there?

But it will be.

When I was a little girl,
me father promised me
it would be.

- Oh.
- Every Sunday,

we would have a picnic
in the pasture of Dunsmeadere.

And it was then that he would
talk to me about me gift.

"The gift of being
a leprechaun," he would say.

"Very few people are chosen
to have the magic.

But you, me darling,
you have."

And he would talk to me about
the traditions and the beliefs.

How leprechauns
are the guardians

of all that's good,
decent and honest.

And it's we who keep the demons
of the night in tow.

And even though those
around us don't understand,

we must never stop believing.

Where is your father now?
Is he still in Ireland?

No. When I was six, he left
to find work in America.

He sent me this picture.

And on it he wrote,
"It has your name on it,

me little leprechaun."

That was the last
I heard from him.

He died soon after.

There it be!
That's it!

Stop the car!
Stop the car!

I know I'm intrigued.

Isn't it marvelous?

It is sort of
the right shape.

A steel rainbow.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

♪ Move slow ♪

♪ Sweet Harriet ♪

♪ I'll pay for the room
for the night ♪

♪ Move slow ♪

♪ Sweet Harriet ♪

♪ And move a little more
to the right ♪

Would you stop that?

- Stop what?
- That. Must you sing that song?

You want me to go back to
"Barnacle Bill the Sailor"?

- That's it! I've had it!
- Wait a second.
Where are you going?

Holler if you hit China.

Hey, come here.
Where you going?

What are you doing?

Addison, it's
the middle of the night.

It was the middle
of the night.

I was standing there
digging a hole.

I do not dig holes.
I know how that sounds.
It's not what I mean.

It's simply God's masterplan.

There are hole-diggers
and there are non-hole diggers.

- And I am a non-hole digger.
- Maddie, just a little
while longer.

I do not dig holes.
I do not sing profane songs.

I drink beer in a glass.
I'm sorry. That's just
the way I am.

- Okay. All right. I see.
- No, you don't see.
What are we doing here?

That's not a rainbow.
It's a bridge.

She's not a leprechaun.
She's crazy.

And we're not gonna find
a pot of gold

because there is
no pot of gold.

Ms. Hayes!
Mr. Addison!

Hold that thought.

Ms. Hayes!
Mr. Addison!

I said it was here.

- I don't believe it.
- Look at that.

- Heave!
- Heave!

Ho.

Heave!

Ho.

- Heave!
- Oh, go to ho.

Come on. We can't just
leave it sitting here.

Couldn't you have just
blinked it into the house?

Isn't she beautiful?

Ohh!

I'll tell you something.

Something you won't believe.

There were times, moments...

when I thought,
what if it isn't there?

What if it isn't true?

What if I'm just a woman,
and it's just a story, and...

But it was true.
It was there.

Thank you both.

David, there's a pot of gold
in the middle of my living room.

A pot of gold.

- It's a crock.
- You think so?

No, not the whole thing.
Just the pot.

I mean, technically,
it's a crock.

- Then what's everything else?
- What's that mean?

That woman says
she's a leprechaun.

Says she's trying
to protect her pot of gold.

We say prove it,
and she does.

I don't know what to think.

Didn't you hear the lady?

This has nothing to do
with thinking.

Think too much
and it'll all go away.

Well...

- I should be, uh--
- Yeah, you should be.

I'll see you.

♪ Who came out of the light
but the lady of the house ♪

♪ And her life was meager
on account of loss ♪

♪ Skin a ma rinky
dootin dightin diddly dite ♪

♪ Skin a ma rinky
dootin dightin ♪

♪ Diddly ditin do ♪

♪ Skin a ma rink
dootin dightin

♪ Diddly ditin do ♪

What are you doing?

- Is something the matter?
- What were you doing?

I'm digging a hole,
of course.

I can't very well leave
my pot of gold

laying around
in your living room, can I?

I don't suppose you can.

But, you know, here
in America, we don't do that.

Oh. Well, then.
What do you do with your gold?

- We put it in the bank.
- The bank?

- The bank.
- Oh, no, I couldn't do that.

- Why not?
- Well, that would be
breaking the tradition.

You see, it's got to go
in the ground.

In the ground.

The ground.

I know it's
unorthodox, but...

Ohh! Ha!

How wonderful.

A ready-to-fill hole.

Wait till the other
leprechauns hear.

Oh, this has been
a glorious day.

You and your friend
have done so much to help me.

- Oh, well, no.
- Oh, I want to repay you
for all your kindness.

Believe me, Kathleen,
it's not necessary.

Payment of our fee
is all we expect.

Oh, no, Ms. Hayes.

I would like to grant you
three wishes.

- Excuse me?
- Three wishes.

Anything you want.

Uh, I couldn't.

I wouldn't know
what to ask for.

Oh, by the way,
I would like to

grant Mr. Addison
three wishes as well.

Really? You sure?

I shudder to think
what he would ask for.

Oh. Well...

If you think
it's wise not to.

Trust me.

Good morning.
Sorry I'm late.

Kathleen and I stayed up
most of the night talking.

It's funny, but for someone
who only got four hours' sleep,

- I feel wonderful.
- I'll be the judge of that.

You know, the more
I get to know Kathleen,
the more I like her.

She's so--I don't know.

She's from something.
Some place, a culture.

I mean, I know she's dingy,
but such a wonderful

good kind of dingy.

If there was
such a thing as a leprechaun,

she would be one.

Yeah.

Well.

- She's not.
- Excuse me?

I spent the morning
at the library.

Ms. Kathleen Kilpatrick is
the daughter of a bank robber.

- A bank robber?
- A bank robber.

A hundred thousand dollars
in gold coins

was stolen from
the Bank of Ireland in 1964

by three men.
One of them got away.

- Kathleen's father.
- Oh, my goodness.

They never found him
or the gold.

The other two men
went to prison.

One, a Michael McBride,
died five years ago.

- The other was Edward O'Leary.
- Edward O'Leary?

Yeah, you remember.
The guy we met the other day

with the weight problem
and gray complexion?

He must have followed
Kathleen to this country.

Figuring she might know
where her father hid the gold.

- Oh, David.
- Yep. We just helped that woman

uncover a hot pot of gold.

- Maybe we shouldn't tell her.
- Maddie, we have to tell her.

- Why?
- Why?

Because you can't let a person
go through life thinking

they're supposed
to be casting spells
and granting wishes

and hiding in closets.

Because she has a right
to know the truth
about her father.

And because if we don't
tell her, somebody else will.

- Well, I don't wanna be
the one to tell her.
- Fine.

- And I don't want
anybody else to either.
- Not fine.

- Maddie, look
at the bright side.
- Show it to me.

Well, it's not like
he killed anyone.

Maybe there's a statute
of limitation that's expired.

Maybe there's a reward
for returning the gold.

- Really, you think so?
- It's a possibility.

You're right, you're right.
I'm being pessimistic.

This situation is much
brighter than I'm painting it.

- Absolutely.
- Things aren't as bleak
as I'm making them appear.

- There you go.
- I mean, you look
at the facts one by one,

- he wasn't such a bad man.
- My point exactly.

All right, he robbed a bank.
The deed was heinous

but his motives were noble.

- Yeah, greed.
- He braved a cruel ocean

to make sure his fortune
was here for his daughter.

- Smuggling.
- Found a rainbow
and buried it for her.

- Vandalism.
- Spun fanciful tales to
disguise the ugly truth.

Lied to his own
flesh and blood.

David, the man was dog food.

Tender Vittles.
No doubt about it.

She's probably not even here.

She said she was gonna
go visit her father's grave.

If I'd have known,
we could've lent her some spit.

You tell her.

We'll both tell her.

Kathleen?

I've come to a decision.

- You're leaving?
- I think it's best.

- Why?
- This afternoon
at the graveyard,

- that man was there, waiting.
- What happened?

Well, I managed to get away
without him seeing me.

It's only a matter of time
before he finds out
where I'm staying.

It won't be safe for you
if I'm here.

But we can help you.

Oh, no.
You've done enough already.

I'm not sure this country
is the best place

for a leprechaun
and a pot of gold.

We're being followed.

I don't see anyone, Kathleen.

No, it doesn't matter. I know
we're being followed.

I've caught this act before.

We should give her
the benefit of the doubt.

- So, what do we do?
- Down there.

Addison, how can she just
know she's being followed?

- It's not like she's
really a leprechaun.
- I know that.

Obviously, there' nobody's
following us.

Of course there's
nobody following us.

Just humor her
till she's on the plane.

- As long as you're sure.
- Sure? Sure I'm sure.

I'm positive.
I'm certain.

I'm Positively certain,
and I'm certainly positive

- that no one is following us.
- Kathleen Kilpatrick!

What are we
gonna do now?

Shove like hell.

(Maddie yelps

We're sunk.

Wait a second.
Get on line.

But I don't wanna go
to Ireland now.

How about if I hold
your coat for you?

On second thought,
I always wanted to go
to the Emerald Isle.

Miss, can I help you
with this hatbox?

This isn't gonna work.
He's gonna spot us.

- He is not gonna spot us.
- He's gonna spot us.

He just spotted us.

Coming through! Watch out!
One side! Coming through!

Oh, my.

It's the only way to fly.

Sir--Oh!

Oh!

I belong to her.

I gotta go.
You stay here.

Come on! Me plane leaves
in five minutes.

- ...in five minutes.
- Look!

We need to go!

How are we gonna get past
security with these bags?

Trust me.
It'll be fine!

Walk through, please.
Walk through, please.

Walk through, please.
Thank you.

- Guess we lost him, huh?
- Guess again.

Well, Kathleen Kilpatrick.
We played the game your way.

- Take your mitts off her.
- You know how the legend works.

- Now give me the suitcase.
- Addison!

No, he's right!
I must give him the suitcases.

He captured me!

I'm bound by tradition
to offer them to him

with no resistance.

No resistance!
Go ahead, take them.

- They're yours now.
- You're damned right it's mine.

My father died in prison
because of this gold.

- Your father?
- He was Michael McBride.

And he robbed the bank
with two other men.

- One of them being
Sean Kilpatrick.
- Me father?

Look, she already said
you could take the gold.

You're saying
me father stole it?

Yes, just because he was
lucky enough to escape
and my father wasn't

I figure the rest of
that gold belonged to me.

And all this time
he had you believing
you're a leprechaun.

Don't you listen
to a word he said.

I have a feeling
he spoke the truth.

The real truth.
The whole truth.

Well... there's
not much left to do.

I suppose I should
go get to me plane now.

Maybe Mr. McBride has
actually done me a favor.

Yeah, right.
Let him tip the skycap.

What would you have done
if I gave you the gold?

- Us.
- Yeah.

You mean after I came to?

Well, if it was stolen,
we'd return it.

That makes me choice easier.

I no longer wish
to be a leprechaun.

- Excuse me?
- I don't wanna be
a leprechaun anymore.

Can you do that?
Don't you have to tell somebody?

Give notice
to the head lep?

No. It's simple, really.

I grant
other people's wishes.

I'm just gonna
grant meself one now.

Kathleen, are you sure
you wanna do this?

Oh, yes. Quite.

Truth is, I don't always want
to be looking over me shoulder

to see who's chasing me.

I don't want to be
always worrying

that the people I get
close to might get hurt.

I don't wanna be explaining
myself to people,

trying to get them
to understand something
that they can't see.

Something that
they can only feel.

So you see,
I'm really quite happy.

Now the burden of protecting
the gold is lifted off me.

Flight 417 to Dublin,
final boarding, gate 52B.

Before I go,
do me one favor.

If it has anything
to do with digging
or carrying, I'm out.

- Capture me.
- What?

Capture me. All you have to do
is take me arms. Please.

Ich am of Ireland.

And of
the holy land Of Ireland,

good sir, pray ich

I wish to be mortal.

I wish to be free.

- Thank you.
- That's it?

- That's it.
- I've owned pairs of pants

it's taken me longer
to get out of.

Thank you both
for everything.

- Take care.
- Now, Kathleen,
when you get home,

I want you to take a good look
at yourself, all right?

Work on the hair.
Work on the wardrobe.

Start to work
on a social life.

Date outside your fairytale.

Dance with a fairy.

Make love to a giant.

I give you my word,
Mr. Addison. Mmm.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- What's that?
- Epilogue.

Okay, Monte.
The missus and I have
decided to trade the key

for what's inside
the locker.

Taxi! Excuse me.

She left us the gold.

She really did.
She left us the gold.

Then we did
capture her after all.

But what about McBride?
What did he get?

A hernia?

Skycap, will you give us
a hand with this, please?

Kind of makes you wonder
if there really aren't

some leprechauns
around after all.

Yes, sir?
What might you be wishing for?

♪ Some walk by night ♪

♪ Some fly by day ♪

♪ Nothing could change you ♪

♪ Set and sure of the way ♪

♪ There is the sun and moon ♪

♪ They sing
their own sweet tune ♪

♪ Watch them
when dawn is due ♪

♪ Sharing one space ♪

♪ We'll walk by night, babe ♪

♪ We'll fly by day ♪

♪ Moonlighting strangers ♪

♪ Who just met on the way ♪