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Who's there?

Breakfast in bed, comin' up.

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."

You didn't have to go to all this trouble.

Ah, no trouble at all.

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.

Go to sleep, Mom.

It's the middle of the night there.

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...

I got stuff I gotta do, myself.

Yeah...

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.

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!

Flight 101-7 to...

Ah! Finally heading back to the glamour of LA, are we?

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...

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.

Passenger

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.

I'm here.

Oh, my gosh.

I'm really here.

You are. Welcome to Ireland.

Aww.

♪ Here I am

♪ Cryin' my eyes out

♪ Wondering when things will change ♪

♪ When will they change? ♪

It's gorgeous.

It is, isn't it?

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.

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.

What'd you put in here?

Sweaters.

Oh, wow!

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.

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?

I wanna go see your father.

Okay.

Oh, Declan...

Just... seeing his name on that silly little cross, I just...

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.

Oh, that's Declan's mom.

The mean one?

Frosty! I said frosty.

Isadora. This is my mom, Mary.

Hello.

Mary?

Yes--

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...

This must be the last album that he played.

Must be a bit overwhelming. So much dad-ness all at once.

Call Tammy Hunter re taxes, Order more file folders,

Buy lotto tickets for next week's draw.

Gosh. It feels like he...

he just walked out of the room and...

He used to play this song all the time

when I was a kid.

He always did have very good taste in music.

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.

Isadora, I can't, I can't--

I um...

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.

Alright, lads,

search every room.

We have a warrant

to search the premises.

Stay where you are.

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.

Fiona...

I-I only just found out.

What are they looking for?

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.

Haven't you some paperwork, Doherty?

Okay. Bye-bye!

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?

I know... - For criminals?

And, me, the trusty fool, hoping that he had changed.

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.

Oh, mom.

Mary, it's lovely having you here

despite the sad circumstances.

We'll show you around Wicklow, won't we, Una?

You alright, love? You seem very quiet.

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

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.

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?

Oh, my gosh!

Oh!

It's Father Aloysius these days.

Oh!

But you can call me Al.

So how do you know each other?

It was, uh... The card game.

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.

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.

Here. You be the judge.

Wow.

Nice mullet.

Thank you.

Look at you.

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.

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.

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.

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?

No...

He didn't want to talk about it.

And I couldn't force him to.

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.

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.

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!

Who cares about all of that?

I got through law school just fine.

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.

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.

Hello?

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.

- Okay. - Okay... Great. Thank you.

So...

See ya.

You're sure you're okay about tonight?

Yes, mom. Go. Have fun.

I am... gonna be in heaven being alone tonight.

You don't have to

be alone tonight-- - Okay!

See you later. Bye.

Bye.

- Shall we? - Oh.

- I'll take that. - Oh, thank you.

No worries.

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.

He, uh... spoke about you two all the time.

He told you about us?

Sorry, I just...

God, you know, 30 years and not a single phone call,

I just somehow for--

thought he forgotten we existed.

That...

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.

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.

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.

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!

You didn't just restock pens and answer phones,

you were the executor of his estate.

So cut the bullshit, Minerva.

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.

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.

You don't... sell those on Etsy, by any chance, do you?

I think secretly, you like the mullet.

Thank you.

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.

But he took a class.

Yeah...

You know when you said

he had the weight of the world on his shoulders?

Now, Mary...

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.

Hm.

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.

All this is giving me a headache!

Hey, young love, huh?

Mom?

Oh, my god!

They're really going for it!

God! - Where are ya going?

We're going that way.

I think we should go say hi!

Brian Westmiller, sneaky little bastard.

Squirreling a quarter million away in a tax haven.

Amateur move.

Hey.

Mmh, late night?

Kinda.

But I slept like a log.

I'll bet.

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.

He is a priest--

He's a minister.

And frankly, Fi, you know. Kinda none of your business.

How the tables have turned.

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.

Una and Isadora should be here

any minute, so...

Look at that. We're having a conversation,

and so you run away.

Okay.

Okay. Let's talk.

Uh, let's talk about your friend, Musa.

What about him?

He's a lovely man.

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.

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!

That's three days before my 10th birthday...

Why are you there, Father Al?

Callum Deasy!

Callum...

why are you there, Callum?

I saw it... Ah, yes! Okay.

Cal...

Uh, Dia huit, stranger. Mom landed safely?

She did...

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?

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?

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.

The thing that I don't get, I think

probably wasn't listening was the, um...

who the executives are.

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.

What's going on?

I went on my, you know, 'date' with Father Al, last night.

And Fiona... caught us kissing.

I told ya!

What did I say about him

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.

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... 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.

Jaysus, what is it with you?

I'm gonna call him.

It's her holiday.

- Hello? - Callum? Hi, it's Mary.

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.

And Father Aloysius?

Hit a brick wall.

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?

No! But, you need to see this.

What was he arrested for?

Small scale money laundering.

A narcissist living a double life.

Thanks, Tess.

My pleasure, chow for now.

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?

You're not dumb, so don't play it.

11 o'clock. On the pier.

And what's on that hard drive exactly?

What the fuck?

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.

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.

Minerva?

You know where that hard drive is.

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...

Callum, what are we doing out here?

It's the best view of the town.

Okay, but I'm getting kinda cold.

Trust me, this is the perfect spot to see the lights.

Of Wicklow? No offense, but it's not exactly Paris.

I'm gonna...

Callum... You're hurting my arm.

I really don't want to, Mary.

Let go of me.

Callum, let me go!

Callum!

I have what you want. Let go of my mom.

Fiona! What is going on?

Father Al was at our house a few days before dad left.

Fiona! Give me the hard drive.

He lead those thugs to our door.

You asshole!

Hand it over.

- Okay-- - Nice! And slowly.

No heroics.

Or your mother's going for an ice bath in the Irish sea.

Give me my mom.

Just. Give me. The hard drive.

And I'll give you your mother.

Give her to me.

I'll see you around, ladies.

For fuck's sake. Seriously?

I couldn't get the hard drive so, hope that prick

enjoys the family photos.

And they don't know where Father Al is?

No.

He's not gonna be happy with you.

Nope.

Um...

The other day, when I introduced you to my mom...

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.

That was profoundly moving.

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.

Oh...

It's alright. Go on.

Oh.

It's Father Al.

Hey, Fiona.

I just wanted to send a little howya 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.

Anyhow...

I'll be seeing you again.

I'm sure.

What does he mean?

Pay what price?

Come on, answer...

Gardaí Doherty speaking.

Róisín, Father Al left me a message.

Well, a video, and he was threatening.

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.

And when the Gardaí showed up...

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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪