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Dad?

Fiona, what is it? What's wrong?

There's something in there, Dad.

I saw something move!

Are you sure it wasn't a nightmare, Fi?

I swear I saw something.

When I was your age,

I once heard a banshee outside my bedroom window.

You know what me ma did?

She gave me protection against that evil monster.

How?

She brought in the big guns.

The Virgin Mary.

She protects us.

Against everything.

Including closet monsters?

Especially closet monsters.

Now,

you think you can go back to sleep with her looking over ya?

Grand.

Get comfy.

That's it.

Goodnight, Fi.

Goodnight, Dad.

Love you.

Cleared it with one of the Garda,

the crime scene's been processed. So, come on.

Let's go.

There was no hard drives logged in to evidence,

but that doesn't mean it's not here.

Hidden away.

Also doesn't mean it's not in Father Al's hands.

That was one creepy video he sent you.

But... didn't sound like he had it.

You think he's the one behind all this?

The one my dad wanted to take down?

Could be. Man's evil enough.

I mean, there's only so many places

Minerva could have hid it.

Maybe she sealed it in the walls?

Hmm.

She would have kept it close.

She said she wanted it for protection.

That it was the only thing keeping her alive.

Hmm, except it didn't.

Gardaí?

What the hell is going on?

You brought her here? To a crime scene?

Fiona believes Ms. Quilligan was murdered

for that missing hard drive.

Fiona believes, does she?

Then maybe we should open a Tribunal of Inquiry.

Huh? Or here's an idea, maybe we should cram the paddy wagon,

drive to Dublin, pop into the Oireachtas,

have a nice chat with the Dáil,

or the Seanad, maybe even the Taoiseach himself.

All because Fiona Murphy has a feckin' notion!

That's a little harsh, don't you think?

Well, you think, do ya?

If you'd listened to me,

Minerva would still be alive, but you ignored me.

And Róisín, who by the way is working her ass off--

Doherty. You are on leave today.

As of this minute in fact.

And you, there'd be a national scandal

if immigration got wind that you had launched

a criminal investigation on a visitor's visa.

You'll be shipped back to the land of the free

and home of the brave before you could blink!

- Are you threatening me? - Yeah.

Now, go!

Come on.

Asshole! There's key evidence in there.

If it's in there, he'll find it.

Look, Fiona, stop. Before he fires me.

Maybe he's a dirty cop.

Dirty Garda. Which, somehow, sounds even dirtier.

We're close. I can feel it.

♪ I'm right where I belong ♪

♪ I'll keep walking on ♪

Oh...

I see you're processing things in a healthy manner.

I have brushed my teeth like 20 times.

I can't believe I kissed that...

...monster!

I know, Mom. I'm sorry.

They have every police force

from Dublin to Dubai searching for--

Don't! Don't even say his name.

God. I am not gonna relax

until we are flying over the Atlantic,

drinking shitty airline champagne.

Fiona Margaret.

We are going home.

I'm not done here yet.

You are endangering yourself

over something that has no bearing on your life--

But it does.

Dad wanted these criminals to be punished.

He lost his life trying to accomplish that.

Carrying out his final wish means something to me.

Why? Fiona this makes no sense!

You think I don't know that?

Loving a man who failed us so...

...utterly and completely makes not one iota of sense!

But it doesn't change the fact that I do.

You're all I have--

You're all I have too, mom.

But we both need more than that.

You have deprived yourself...

...of so much.

Acceptance,

healing,

joy.

And I promise you, I will come home

and we will experience all of that...

...together.

I need you to trust me. I've made up my mind.

Don't you think if I found that, I'd let you know?

Or maybe the hard drive is in the cloud.

I know that's not how the cloud works!

I was being deliberately fatuous for fuck's sake!

Garda Doherty.

Listen, before you rub it in my face.

Right, I know, I was thinking out of my arse

bringing a civilian to a crime scene.

And, whilst I monumentally fecked up,

I am guilty of far less corrupt sins.

Like drive, ambition, justice--

I was just gonna ask if you needed any help.

Oh.

Sorry.

I shoulda listened to ya.

You warned me and now--

Look, just do your best

to try and impress Sergeant Claude going forward.

D'you think he's...

...suspicious?

Of being an utter gobshite, completely.

No, I mean...

...d'you think he's...

...a bent guard?

You've a strange way of trying to impress Claude.

- But if you were in his shoes-- - I hope to be, some day.

Would you kill a line of inquiry

or would you follow up every possible lead?

A woman was murdered! Brutally!

If anyone was trying to infiltrate the Gardaí,

Claude's ego would make him an easy target.

But do I think he's bent?

Maybe.

Hurry it up.

Pack it up and get out of here.

Mary, don't worry about Fiona.

We look out for her.

She'll be grand.

Isadora, I was married to an Irishman.

I know exactly what grand means.

Oh, who's that?

I'll get it.

Doesn't grand mean fine?

Yes. It can mean fine.

It can also mean a tornado is heading straight for us.

Full of misery and rusty nails.

Oh, Siobhan!

Apologies for dropping by unannounced, but...

...I told my father that you were heading back today and...

...he wanted to thank you in person.

- And to offer our condolences. - Thank you.

Before we lose you to America.

Well, one of us is heading home.

It's really lovely to meet you, Mr. Donovan.

Fiona Murphy,

the woman who discovered the truth about my son, Benji.

And who delivered him justice even in death.

I wish we were meeting under happier circumstances.

So do I, my dear. So do I.

Well, we should let you get back to your lunch--

Nonsense. Sit down, sit down, you'll have a cup of tea!

Though, I only have Barry's tea to offer ye.

Only Barry's?

I once sealed a deal

on the top floor of the Guoco Tower

with Barry's Tea.

What's the Guoco Tower?

Fiona, you're not going home then?

Given everything, I do wish you would reconsider.

I've told her. These people are dangerous.

As Minerva found out.

Gee, it sounds like it's not just your over-protective mom

telling you to give your head a good shake.

Callum Deasy's gotta be halfway around the world by now.

And Johnny McIntyre's safely behind bars.

Is it true you got a sample of his cousin's DNA

and that's how you nabbed him?

Yes, indeed. That is true.

What? You got him to spit in a cup

or stole a hair from his head?

Oh, no. Her friend, Musa, was quite instrumental--

I don't know if there's a jail robust enough

to hold that devil, Johnny McIntyre.

Hell would suffice.

Well, with any luck, and by luck I mean expertise

because any good prosecutor makes their own luck,

he will be chewing on stale bread until he dies.

May he never see the light of day again.

- Hmm, guess I'll drink to that. - Cheers.

Thank you.

Johnny?

Róisín.

That didn't take long.

Using our grandmother to get a message to me?

Pretty low.

Even for you.

What do you want?

I just wanna be free.

Right, well, if you're gonna waste my time--

Alright, alright, alright! Let's get down to business, huh?

I'm listening.

I heard about Minerva Quilligan.

You heard? Or you ordered it?

You really think I'd take out an old one? Really?

Maybe.

You murdered that boy.

Benji Donovan was a grown man.

And it ain't murder if I didn't intend to kill him.

Manslaughter at best.

Anyway, I'm not here to defend my actions.

You are here because of your actions.

Yeah, well, it is what it is.

Truth, cousin, is this.

The people I work for won't stop until they get what they want.

And if you care about this Yank, really care about her,

you'll tell me everything that you know.

Like where's the hard drive?

If you lay a finger on Fiona Murphy,

it won't end well.

She's not some small town office clerk.

She's a lawyer.

A big time American lawyer.

The SDU, the FBI,

every combination of letters you can think of

will get involved--

- I take it that's a no then? - That is a no.

Okay.

Have you been to see gran lately?

Over at the care home?

Not recently, no.

It's hard going seeing her like that.

Lying on that bed, just waiting to die.

Definitely not the same person we grew up with.

But you're probably too young to remember the...

...the true majesty of the woman.

You making a complete mess of your life

didn't exactly help things.

Well, you're a McIntyre, just like her.

Don't forget that.

You take one of us down...

...you take us all down.

That was lovely.

Having important people like the Donovans here for tea.

D'you think the neighbors saw?

What? Did they see the post on Facebook?

The picture you put up of their Land Rover in the driveway?

That was a car appreciation post.

All jokes aside, Fiona, can you please explain to me

why you're staying in Ireland?

- I have unfinished business. - Business the Gardaí can't do?

Have you met Sergeant Claude?

- Pig-headed gobshite. - That's right.

Fiona has it in her head she's gonna hunt down

this missing hard drive like she's Nancy Drew.

I'm not taking sides, love,

but that might be something that a trained Garda'd

be more successful at.

Let's take a vote, shall we?

Everyone who thinks that Fiona

should get on a plane with me today, raise your hand.

The tribe has spoken.

Maybe Minerva stashed the hard drive

in some secret lockup.

Why would Minerva have a secret lockup?

She was a...

...devout soul, she had a steadfast dedication

to the Virgin Mary and that's it. No more.

What do you mean no more? That's ridiculous.

You can't know everything about someone.

Well, I do know this.

She always had a bond with the Virgin Mary.

She built that grotto herself.

She was her protection, all of her life, she said.

That didn't work.

I'm calling a taxi.

I think it's time we get you to the airport.

- You've ages yet. - That might be so,

but there's nothing worse than missing a flight.

I can think of a few worse things.

Come on.

Fiona Margaret. What is the rush?

Mary, a stór,

despite the pain of losing Declan,

I've gained a daughter.

And a granddaughter.

I'll be back. Or you could visit me.

- Los Angeles? - Hmm.

Would you introduce me to George Clooney?

Or Brad Pitt? I'm easy.

Is that Tonka Toy my cab?

- That's Róisín. - Aah.

Hey, Róisín.

Hello, Fiona.

And Fiona's mother, and aunt...

...and gran.

"♪Paint a Picture" plays in background.

I love you.

I love you too, mom.

♪ Everlasting ♪

Be safe.

♪ Never changing ♪

♪ Problem you had ♪

♪ Stuck in my head ♪

♪ I am older now ♪

♪ So I sing soft and low ♪

♪ I'm still sketching it out ♪

Thank you, lady.

Thanks for lunch. See you soon.

Bye. - Where is she going?

♪ I can't thank you ♪

Did you bring bungee cords?

Do you seriously expect me

to tie the blessed Virgin Mary herself

to the roof of my car

and drive around the streets of Wicklow?

Absolutely not.

Where do you think Minerva hid it?

Some secret compartment?

Maybe she's like a Pez dispenser.

Hmm, a bit sacrilegious to be grabbing Virgin Mary like that.

You think that's sacrilegious...

Fiona, Fiona, don't you dare. Don't you... no!

There's a quick and easy way to find out

if that hard drive is inside of her...

Well, if you smash her, it's seven years of bad luck!

- She's not a mirror! - Exactly!

She is the blessed Mother of God!

You are looking at an eternity of hellfire!

Róisín, let go!

No!

I may be a lapsed Catholic, but I wasn't built for the heat,

I can't handle two weeks in Spain, never mind Hades!

There is no heaven or hell!

Be that as it may, I'm not taking any chances!

Whoa!

Oh, not her face.

Where is the damned thing?

Damned is right.

She's in bits!

Ah!

It was here all the time!

Let's go. - Yeah.

Can't believe we desecrated

a statue of the Virgin Mary for this.

I'm going straight to hell.

They wouldn't have killed Minerva for nothing.

There's got to be something on here.

Well, don't ask me to help you figure it out.

My parents wouldn't let me near a screen, any screen

until well into my adolescence.

They told me that God gave me

a perfect pair of cameras to view the world with.

Well, luckily, I know

a little cyborg with great shoes.

Hello, Fiona, Róisín.

Hey, Tess. Everything okay?

Uh, yeah. Just dandy.

Is that another Lady Justice behind you?

Uh, yeah, only this time she's bronze,

so she can't break.

And how much does a bronze Lady Justice statue cost?

I mean, you can just write it off.

It is a valid business expense.

Writing it off is actually a misnomer,

because only some things are actually fully deductible.

Mm-hmm.

And once again, Irish Tess knows all.

She's smarter, cooler, she's got that adorable accent.

And on top of that she's got cheekbones to die for. Yeah.

Thank you, Tess.

Your cheekbones are... they're also really good.

Thanks. Um, yeah, you know, Fiona,

I'm actually just not sure why you need me anyways

since you have her.

Because we're a couple of luddites.

Not like a 'couple' couple.

We are a pair of unconnected luddites.

With a hard drive that won't give up its secrets.

Yeah, the whole thing is blank.

Okay, um...

...I guess I could poke around it.

And if something's hidden, I will find it.

See? What would we do without you?

Okay.

That's one way to ruin your night.

Bran Donovan.

Mr. Donovan, I know who you are.

I met Fiona Murphy today.

And she told me that you were instrumental

in uncovering the truth about the death of my son.

And I wanted to thank you in person.

But, perhaps, now is not the best time.

Well, I'm stuck here 'til I pay the hundred euro fine, so...

I'll throw something out there and you can say no.

But how would you like a partner?

A silent partner, for your gym?

I did some research and I know the financial state you're in.

I couldn't.

Yes, you could.

Because I want to give back.

You deserve something good, Musa.

For helping my boy.

So... Johnny McIntyre, Father Al,

both ultimately working for someone else.

Our mystery man... or woman.

Or non-binary person.

And we can't get our hands on Father Al,

but McIntyre, he's just sitting there.

Maybe the guards could make a plea deal with him.

Reduce his sentence to manslaughter

in exchange for information--

Last person you want roaming the streets

is that evil bastard.

Well, as evil as he is,

there are people way worse running things.

I am pretty sure that you cannot get much worse

than Johnny feckin' McIntyre.

You really hate him.

It almost feels personal.

It is personal.

Christ.

My dad, his second name is Doherty.

But my mom, hers is McIntyre.

Johnny McIntyre... is unfortunately my cousin.

- What? - Yeah.

You're just telling me this now.

Well, I'm not exactly proud of it!

Still, he attacked me

and you were at the hotel that night and...

Oh, my god. What we put Musa through!

I know!

This is who he is, Fiona.

He's not gonna flip for us.

So get that out of your head right now.

Uh, you guys, I found something.

Uh... some kind of encryption software

was used to scramble everything.

And if that wasn't enough, there was a hidden volume

and on top of that, a decoy volume was deployed.

See? Irreplaceable.

I know.

And what are on these files?

Oh...

Are you able to trace who these bank statements belong to?

Uh... not yet.

I will have to do some borderline illegal hacking.

Okay, I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

Great. Get on it. And can you make multiple backup copies?

Thanks, Tess.

Bye!

I don't like secrets.

I know...

I'm sorry.

I mean, if I'm being honest, how can I even trust you?

How do I know you're not working for your cousin?

That's why I didn't tell you, or...

...anyone.

Not the Garda Station.

I wouldn't trust me either.

Listen, if you... want me to take a step back, I will.

No.

I need you.

I don't trust anyone at that Garda Station.

Huh. With good reason.

Oh, my god.

- What? - Sergeant Claude!

This morning, he was rattling on the phone

to someone about the hard drive.

He kept circling 6:45 PM

over and over again on his desk calendar.

- Is that for today's date? - Tomorrow.

Maybe he's meeting with one of his crime cronies.

Somebody who wants the hard drive.

Exactly.

Here's what we're gonna do.

Tomorrow, you're going to strut into the Garda Station

like you own the place.

And announce to everyone--

I found the hard drive.

Sergeant Claude won't risk taking it from

the evidence room during the day,

so I'll tail him.

See who he's meeting at 6:45.

While I'm doing that, you set up camp.

I'll text you when Claude is on the move back to the station,

and then we catch him stealing the drive red-handed.

What the hell is he doing?

Uh, no, he's not.

What the fuck?

Primal purge?

Oh, my god.

Róisín?

Sergeant Claude is definitely not our guy.

Really? Because I just heard someone walk in here!

Who?

Róisín!

Róisín!

Róisín!

Thank god, you're alright.

Hmm, well, it's not all good news.

They ordered a CT of my head and turns out...

...not a lot going on up there.

To be fair, I actually didn't need a CT to tell me that.

The person who attacked you, you have no idea who it was?

I couldn't even tell you how many eyes he had.

It happened so quickly.

Assaulting a police officer in a police station,

takes massive cojones.

You'd wanna be pretty desperate

to attempt something like that.

We're getting close to finishing

what my father started.

And it scares the shit out of them.

Garda Henderson.

Here's the hard drive.

That's a good lad.

And the other thing?

Wylie, you sure no one's gonna get hurt?

I can tell you one thing.

You will if you don't fulfill your end of the bargain.

Tax havens galore.

Geez, Dad. Who were you working for?

You sure it wasn't a nightmare, Fi?

Dad?

Fiona.

Dad?

You're not afraid of storms anymore.

I'm not afraid of much anymore.

When you were a wee girl, you were.

I remember the monsters in the closet.

The thunderstorms were way worse.

And I'd say: "Fiona, girl,

it's just the angels gone bowling,"

and then we'd try to count how many pins they'd knocked over.

And soon enough,

you'd drift off to sleep.

Now that was definitely a strike!

When I first saw that cottage,

I thought, imagine Fi living there,

and me, dropping in for a cuppa whenever I liked.

That would've been a dream.

May the dreams you hold dearest

be those which come true, and come true it has.

Cost me a bloody fortune, but it was worth every penny.

How did you afford it?

I was just wondering that myself,

but try as I might, Fi...

I can't seem to get this to add up!

- Why not? - Great question.

Why not?

Why? Why? Why won't this add up?

Why? Why!

Dad!

Why won't you add up?

Can I get you some tea?

Do you have anything stronger?

I own a distillery, of course I do.

Please, sit.

Our finest 12 year old,

matured in rare,

hand-selected sherry casks.

Thank you.

Sláinte.

- Sláinte. - Sláinte.

I told my father about the notice

you received this morning.

Fiona, I should've told you about the cottage, but...

...I didn't know how.

As you know, so I'm not telling tales out of school,

but your father was a bit of a gambler.

He bet the cottage?

No, but he was hundreds of thousands of euros in debt

to some rather unsavory types.

I liked your dad despite his demons.

And so, when he came to me, desperate,

I provided the funds he needed to pay off his debts.

In exchange for the cottage.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, he never changed.

Fiona, there is absolutely no rush to leave the cottage.

Stay as long as you want.

- No, I couldn't do that. - Yes, you can.

We're friends.

In fact, we insist.

Thank you.

For your time.

Jesus, where didn't Declan have hidden accounts?

Yeah, you name the tax haven, he had one.

Singapore, Bahamas, Malta, the Caymans...

You figured all that out already?

You're incredible.

- You're making me blush. - Good.

And you should.

You've taken a bunch of account numbers

and zeroed in on the very banks,

the very branches, where they're registered.

You're amazing.

Far more amazing would be connecting names

to the accounts, but short of a court order...

One step at a time, huh?

I am so sorry for being a freak earlier.

I know I was...

I collect freaks.

I am a freak magnet.

- Oh. - If you will.

I was thinking, you are kind of like

Fiona's very own version of Penelope Garcia.

Who?

Criminal Minds?

No? Jaysus...

What do you Americans do for fun?

Basically wish we were in Ireland.

Well,

must be... pretty late over there.

You should get some sleep.

Night, Tess.

Goodnight, Róisín.

Thank you.

Running a scheme, behind my back?

When you're on leave?

Do you understand, Garda Doherty,

you're in a spot of trouble?

But you did still... call me Garda, so...

Your point?

You're a big ol' softie really, Claude.

Just let me get my things.

If you wouldn't mind giving me a lift,

I shouldn't be driving with a concussion.

I'll wait for you outside.

"♪Mountain Song" plays in background

I blame myself.

You didn't gamble the cottage away.

No, no, but I... I entertained this...

...fantasy that my brother was something other than the...

...charming scoundrel he was.

I supposed I wanted to believe there was more to him than that.

Here. Last dram's for you.

♪ Copper light on your maze of a spine ♪

Oh.

♪ You of icy cold and scorching heat... ♪

Do you think he's using me?

To get revenge?

Would he do that?

Put me in danger for something so...

So... petty?

So selfish?

This is what I blame myself for the most, Fiona.

Is letting my brother,

from beyond the grave,

use you as a pawn.

Declan...

What's next?

Destroy the drive.

Destroy it? What about the--

That's none of your business.

Stop worrying your pretty little head and make it disappear.

Understood.

Johnny McIntyre. A sight for sore eyes, how he is.

Wylie Moles.

Did you walk from Galway, for fuck's sakes?

Can't say I'm a fan of your makeover.

This?

Brings out the blue in me eyes.

Ah, yeah. It does.

Your little friend over here

didn't want to hand over the key.

Nothing a little pain didn't fix.

Well, now that he's served his purpose...

Hang on. Hang on a second.

Let me do the honors, do you mind?

Johnny.

Please...

Well, well, well.

Finn Murphy being all nice and polite to me

now the shoe's on the other foot, hey?

Well, I think it's time somebody taught you some manners.

Whaddya think? Huh?

"♪Mountain Song" by Anna Rieke plays

♪ You of swallowed path and an uphill climb ♪

♪ Now I am miles away ♪

♪ Draw me deeper draw me deeper into ♪

♪ Wild places ♪

♪ Now I am miles away

♪ Draw me deeper draw me deeper into ♪

♪ Wild places ♪

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