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"♪Just Imagine" by Brandon Combs plays

Hello?

I'm home.

♪ Just imagine everything that we want to do ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪

♪ Just imagine every day is just me and you ♪

♪ Just imagine a sky that would always be blue ♪

♪ Just imagine there's nothing girl that we couldn't do ♪

♪ Just trust in me... ♪

I asked him to stay...

- You're late. - I'm sorry.

Well, at least you showed up.

You're here.

I'm so glad you could come.

Sit.

I'll get it.

You remembered.

I see.

Finn! Finn.

Do you think he's brain damaged?

Oh, darling, are you brain damaged?

Can you hear us, Finn?

Can you say something?

Hi.

I'm not bloody brain damaged!

Jesus.

I'll get a nurse.

- Where's Fiona? - Fiona.

I'm here, Uncle Finn.

Johnny McIntyre has a message for you.

Let me guess,

"stop asking questions or you're dead?"

If he was gonna kill me he would have done it already.

That's not the whole of it.

He said he was gonna wipe out the entire Murphy family.

Then he'll come after your mother...

...and when everyone you love's been murdered,

he'll put an end to you.

Johnny McIntyre has made explicit threats

against my family.

I want guards posted

at my aunt's house until he's locked up.

Are you even listening to me?

Apologies. Garda Doherty,

I barely slept since driving you home from the hospital.

How are you feeling?

Fine... Thanks to...

I got a thick ol' skull, so...

I'm well aware of my reputation as a beacon

of courage and virility.

But when I saw you hurt,

I wanted to cower in a poodle crate

and beat myself with a rusty bike chain.

- That's disturbingly specific. - Jesus...

Ms. Murphy, rest assured

your family will have around the clock Garda protection.

Doherty, now that you have been reinstated,

you will stay with Ms. Murphy,

and devote your full attention to this case.

So now you're taking me seriously?

Please, forgive me.

I've been working through my anger issues.

Therapy's a wonderous thing.

So, what have you deduced?

Well.

The murder of Minerva Quilligan,

Róisín's assault in the evidence room,

and Johnny McIntyre's prison escape are all tied

to my father's investigation,

which has now put my family in danger.

The Garda Siochana will do everything we can

to protect them.

- Thank you-- - Small issue with that.

Um... the person that knocked me down and stole the hard drive

is most likely a Garda.

Clearly we have a traitor in our midst.

We will sus them out.

So.

Who do you reckon's behind all this?

Well, my assistant is

sorting through the financial files on the hard drive.

But we don't know that Callum Deasy

is the ultimate kingpin.

We'll put out an alert.

And start a manhunt on Deasy and McIntyre.

Great.

Your next move?

Literally, moving.

Out of the cottage my deadbeat father gambled away.

At least you didn't have to buy any furniture.

Dad's ghost would've pawned it.

What should we do with this?

Burn it. Take it down, pack it up.

That's like desecrating a work of art.

Then think of it as performance art,

and we are the performers.

Step right up and watch

as two attractive meat puppets

tap dance to the tune

of a dead charlatan's swan song.

I'm flattered you think of me like that.

- As a meat puppet? - An attractive meat puppet.

Malta is a tax haven...

If Malta is a tax haven--

Then maybe this has something to do

with that whole bitcoin fiasco.

Maybe your dad did have a secret fortune stashed away.

If that were the case, why would he sell the cottage

to pay off his debts?

Hmm.

Why can't I let this go?

I just hand over this mess to you

and Sergeant Claude.

And jump on the first plane back to Los Angeles.

Because, Fiona.

Your father,

despite being what some would describe

as a massive, gaping arsehole--

He provokes my eternally enraged curiosity...

So what do you want to do?

- Find out who this belongs to. - I'll do it!

Aw, Tess, when the flowers showed up to my house

I was gob smacked.

The black irises weren't too depressing?

Feck no.

Dramatic.

Unique.

Just like you.

Ah, so...

there are a crap-ton

of financial records on this hard drive,

and I am gradually making my way through all of them.

But I can confirm that the ATM card belongs to...

...drum roll, please...

Father Al.

Callum Deasy.

Guess he had to stash his stolen charity money somewhere.

That tracks.

That bank was linked to several accounts

on your dad's ledger.

Which I suspected already, so this is nothing new.

You see that? - What?

Was TurboClash Maltese?

No.

TurboClash is a red blooded

American robot fighting machine.

But there's something wonky about this emblem.

I don't think that this is the original design.

Your dad bought you a knockoff?

Arsehole power move!

I don't think it's a knockoff.

He covered over the emblem.

This wasn't a gift.

Whaddya mean?

I mean maybe this is some kind of clue he left me.

Oh, for the love of plastic crap.

Would you look at that.

It's also a car.

Who'd have thought.

42...

It's... is it the wrong number?

There was no number.

So the horseshoe led to the death of Beannacht Ben.

The MMA glove

led to the killing of Benji Donovan.

Don't forget the boarding pass.

Express lane to Deasy's charity scam.

Right. So why alter a toy I asked for on my 10th birthday?

Why make it all so mysterious?

Maybe it's a clue only you can solve.

Maybe. But I can't figure it out.

'Tis a riddle wrapped in mystery

inside a giant box of what the fuck.

Car 42.

What's so important about car 42?

TurboClash?

Yes.

Protector of man! Defender of the world!

Watch him change his form!

Give his limbs a twirl!

When evil leads mankind astray...

the crystal compass guides the way!

TurboClash! TurboClash! Hail!

- Hey, dork squad, focus. - Yeah.

Why's there a toy on Claude's desk?

- Oh, it's a clue. - Yup, it is.

My dad painted 42 on TurboClash.

What was the purpose?

The key, Fiona, is finding that purpose.

Epiphany's sweet lightning bolt sizzles my brain once more.

The Wicklow Road Rally.

2017.

Car 42 skidded off the road.

Then what happened?

I think... hang on.

Allow me.

Right, so.

The accident killed the driver, Stephen Mulligan,

who was favored to win, as well as Betsy Smythe,

aged six, who was watching the race from the sidelines.

Both died instantly.

- I remember now. - Oh...

Things took an even darker turn

for the Smythe family after that.

Darker how?

Well, two years later, the family went bankrupt.

This house has been up for sale for years.

Nobody wants to live here because of what happened.

We're being watched.

This is private property!

Who is operating that?

Did you know the people that used to live here?

You're not one of those

fecking true crime podcasters, are you?

Absolutely not.

Garda Róisín Doherty.

You should have led with that.

Turn around.

Hello, dearies.

What can you tell me about the Wicklow Rally?

The Rally is a big deal

on this sleepy section of the road.

The year of the accident...

...I was standing across the road.

The girl, Betsy, was a scrappy little imp.

Those cars would zoom by...

...and the wind blew her hair back.

And she'd scream with laughter.

But then...

...it happened so fast.

One second she was alive...

and then she was gone.

There's no justice in it.

No sense in it at all.

And then the rumor started.

Rumor?

People saw a thug named McIntyre...

...acting dodgy near number 42's pit crew.

But nothing was ever proven.

It was said that Betsy's da, Phillip...

...was a broken man.

And that over the next two years,

he squandered the family's life savings.

They claim Phillip left a suicide note,

taking responsibility for the murder of his wife, Gloria.

And that was the official story.

Which you don't believe.

The official story can feck off.

I don't think he squandered the family money.

Someone was out to get him.

I saw that couple every day.

Phillip was a good man.

And Gloria...

...was three months pregnant...

...when she was shot dead.

Have you made any progress?

Honestly, yes, but it's a lot.

Fiona, your dad had everything from corporate tax returns

to dry cleaning receipts on this hard drive,

so like, where do you want me to start?

Check for any accounts

belonging to Phillip or Gloria Smythe.

Okay? Any bank in particular?

Try Greengold Financial.

It's the biggest bank in the area.

Okay. Checking.

What are you thinking?

Not sure yet.

But the official story just feels wrong.

Okay.

So I found some accounts linked to Greengold,

but none of them are Smythe accounts.

How about any activity

around the time of the Smythe murder-suicide?

You know, large transfers?

Strange deposits?

Okay.

Here's something.

So 10,000 euros were paid out the day before the Smythes died,

and then another 10,000 euros the day after.

The payments were made by a Smith & Jones Limited?

A shell company if there ever was one.

Who received the payments?

Uh... someone named Seamus Kane.

- Rat bastard. - Are you okay?

Seamus Kane. He was a hired gun.

The law finally caught up with him two years ago.

He's serving life in a maximum security prison.

Okay, so I think that someone put a hit on the Smythes.

But who?

And why?

I'm here because you're sponsors

of the Wicklow Car Rally.

Are you looking to bet on our car this year?

Actually, it's about the 2017 event.

One we'd all like to forget.

I think the car was sabotaged.

You think that tragedy with the Smythe girl

was a result of sabotage?

I do. And I also think that her parents were murdered

by a man named Seamus Kane.

- Wasn't it a murder-suicide? - I don't think so.

I suspect the Smythes

were getting too close to the truth

and Kane was hired to kill them.

The truth about what?

The identity of whoever sabotaged the car.

Some people saw Johnny McIntyre lurking in the car pits.

And someone had to have benefited, right?

The rally does have a big cash prize.

Plus endorsements, plus bragging rights

and all the associated gambling revenue.

And Car 42 was the favorite.

So do you think Johnny McIntyre would have profited

from destroying it?

Possibly, I guess.

But...

...not half as richly as Leo Travers did.

- Travers? How so? - Travers' car won that year.

And he bloody well drove it himself.

Caught your eye he did, didn't he, Siobhan?

He was utterly insufferable afterwards.

Insufferable, but...

...capable of murder?

One thing I've learned, Fiona...

...people are capable of evil you cannot imagine.

Well,

if it was a contract killing,

there's one man who knows who paid for it.

- Seamus Kane himself. - Exactly.

Thank you.

This was helpful.

I'm glad.

But please,

be careful, my dear.

Thank you.

Fuck!

Relax!

We'll be grand.

I know I will.

You on the other hand...

This is your mess, father. Fix it.

This is Donovan.

Yeah.

About Fiona Murphy.

It's time you handle things your way.

Musa Makinde!

Do I know you?

You do now.

Leo Travers.

Sorry to hear that your gym's on the verge of collapse.

Is... that why you took a loan out from Bran Donovan?

Not sure what business that is of yours.

Musa, I make everything my business.

You should make it your business to know

who your friends, and your enemies, are.

Mind your step.

Your lace is untied.

What the hell?

Leo Travers?

A car-sabotaging, family-killing murderer?

No way.

He's a Rovers fan.

Finn.

Do you really believe that that little weasel got rich

selling second-hand caravans?

He's pure dodgy.

It's more than dodgy.

The Smythes were targeted.

No, Fiona.

Phillip Smythe killed his wife and then himself, because he...

...he felt he had nothing else to live for.

Well, he had an unborn child to live for.

What?

Gloria Smythe was pregnant when she died.

So many tragedies.

And her killer, Seamus Kane,

is serving a life sentence at Portlaoise Jail.

I need to talk to him.

No. Fiona. That's madness.

Her hunches have been spot on so far.

The warden at Portlaoise and me go back a ways.

I'll pull some strings and see if I can get you a meeting.

- Thank you, Finn. - Finn!

There's no point in trying to talk Fiona

out of something once she's made up her mind.

Right, well, if you're set on it, I'm coming with you.

Great. I could use the company.

I think I misjudged my father.

How so?

Maybe he wasn't motivated by revenge.

Maybe...

he just wanted justice for that family.

Then why drag you into all of this?

He knew it was dangerous.

I think he wanted me to know

that he was actually trying to help people.

Trying to turn his life around.

Happy birthday, Fi.

Look what I got you.

Huh?

I thought...

Hm, I thought that's what you wanted.

I wanted a father.

I wanted my mom to stop crying herself to sleep

every night.

I wanted to stop moving every six months!

You're a horrible father...

You're right, you're right.

I wanted you to come back.

You're a horrible father!

I'm sorry. You're right.

And I wanted you to come back!

You're right, I'm sorry... I'm sorry...

- You're a horrible father-- - Stop!

We can't keep going on like this.

Why are you helping him after what he did?

Because if I only loved perfect people,

I would never love anyone.

Honestly...

...it's time we move on.

Okay.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday dear Fiona ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

We are so lucky to have mom.

You worked so hard.

Sure, we struggled.

But we turned out okay.

Far better than okay, Fiona.

Don't sell yourself short.

You're right.

Mom kicks ass.

Fiona Margaret! Language.

Alright, you two, make a wish and blow out those candles.

Dad...

...would you like a piece of cake?

Thank you.

You need to wake up, Fiona.

But I'll miss my birthday party...

Fiona Margaret.

Wake up!

Una!

Afraid your little auntie can't help you now, darling.

- What did you do to her? - It's a shame you woke up.

Because this next bit...

...is gonna be quite unpleasant.

You don't have to do this.

Oh, I know I don't have to do this.

Free will and all that, yeah?

Thing is, though, higher-ups don't want you talking to Kane.

If you kill me

the Gardaí will be all over your ass.

The Gardaí?

Would you ever shut up?

Run!

- You're both done for! - Hurry!

Gotcha!

Run!

Oh, my God.

Fiona...

Fiona, I killed him!

You saved my life.

You did what you had to.

No one will blame you, Una.

Come on.

Come on.

♪ Blue is the Eye by Ye Vagabonds plays

♪ Over the ocean toward a new world ♪

♪ The city, the island, the tear in the pearl ♪

♪ A boat on the water casts out a clear eye ♪

♪ Lie down and sleep, sleep well, my darling ♪

♪ Blue is the eye that looks after thee ♪

Phillip Smythe was questioned and later released.

Did ye get any sleep, Fiona?

I tried, but I... I couldn't.

So you were awake all night going through that thing.

Should've left it at the Garda station.

And have it stolen like the hard drive?

Exactly.

It's just... my dad seemed fixated on this Car 42...

Now you're fixated on your dad's fixation.

There's so many pieces. I just...

I don't know how they all fit together.

Why don't you explain it all to me?

Okay.

I'll try.

When Car 42 went off the road,

uh... it's rumored that it was sabotage.

Betsy Smythe died in the crash.

Leo Travers won the race.

Johnny McIntyre's house burned down.

No one was charged,

but Phillip Smythe was questioned.

Johnny McIntyre tried to kill me

to stop me from speaking to Seamus Kane.

I think he was hired to kill the Smythes.

Did Leo send him?

If so, how did he know where I was going?

The only people who knew were Una and the Donovans.

Why would they tell him?

You need to sleep on this, Fiona.

Yeah. I know.

I will... soon.

What am I not seeing?

Dear Fiona, I'll keep this short.

A bit of guidance from a man who's often lost his way.

When you want the truth,

Consult your moral compass...

and the answers will be crystal clear.

TurboClash is way cooler than Optimus Prime.

For one thing, he's made of race cars.

And two, the TurboClash Deluxe Warrior Action Figure

has a secret compartment.

What's in the secret compartment?

The Crystal Compass.

When evil leads mankind astray,

the Crystal Compass

guides the way.

Hmm, she was so proud that day.

When she was a child, Una used to go on and on

about the castle she was going to live in

when she grew up.

This is Una's castle.

What did this picture mean to Declan?

Well, to be honest, he never came around here.

He said Una lived beyond her means.

What was that about? Jealousy?

You know, Professors earn a fair bit.

Where is Una?

She couldn't sleep either.

Poor girl, I don't blame her.

She said she wanted to clear her head,

so she's gone for a drive to the cliffs.

Una.

I killed him, Fiona.

How can I live with that?

Johnny McIntyre was a violent man.

You did what you had to.

Did I...

...have to?

Of course you did.

Unless you wanted me to die.

Did you want me to die, Una?

I saved your life.

How did Johnny know we'd be driving on that street

at that exact moment?

While he was lying there...

...on the floor of that warehouse,

I saw a look cross your face.

A look of grief.

And affection.

You were with him, weren't you?

How could you, Una?

Have you wandered so far down a path...

...you just...

...you can't find your way home?

I stood teaching at a podium for 19 years.

I was invisible.

No one heard me.

No one saw me.

He saw me.

You told him which route we were taking.

That's how he found us.

He was only supposed to scare you--

He was gonna kill me.

My dad left this for me.

Hidden inside of a toy car.

What's the connection?

He refused to visit your house.

Why?

How did you buy that house?

Where'd you get the money?

Who are you to judge me?

You've gotten rich picking off the carcasses of dead marriages.

You were with Johnny the night his house burned.

You saw Phillip Smythe set the fire.

So you blackmailed him.

So you could have your dream castle.

And when the Smythe money ran dry,

someone put a hit on the Smythes.

To silence them.

Was it you? - No.

And it wasn't Johnny. - Then who did?

Talk to me.

I'm on your side.

You're in trouble with the law, I will defend you.

Why would you do that?

Because you're family.

I think that's why my dad wanted me to help you.

I think that's why he left me this photo.

I tried to reason with him, but he just wouldn't listen.

All I have is circumstantial evidence.

It's not enough.

Do not involve me in some doomed crusade, Declan.

This is your battle. Not mine.

But you are the key witness.

That's crucial to taking them down.

Look, I'm begging you. Don't go to the Gardaí.

We're not responsible for this!

We might not have pulled the trigger,

but we are still guilty.

We're guilty of looking the other way,

of pretending not to know.

You profited when Johnny blackmailed that family.

And I profited from...

from serving their murderers!

No, it has to stop.

And we have to stop them.

Declan, please.

We're not bad people--

Una.

I just don't believe that anymore.

Fine!

You fucking throw away your freedom!

Go on! But you're not destroying my life!

If you weren't fucking Johnny McIntyre

that family would still be alive!

Declan!

Declan!

You killed my father.

You killed my father.

Fiona, what I know puts everyone I love in danger.

This has to end.

Please, there's been too much death--

- Tell my mother I'm sorry. - No! Don't!

Please, just let me die. Please.

Please, just let me die.

"♪Your Love Is An Island" by Talos plays

♪ With your hounds and wolves ♪

♪ Carry me to the sea ♪

♪ Give your thousand wounds to me ♪

♪ Maybe we're water and this is all salt ♪

♪ Though it never happened it tears us apart ♪

♪ Apart ♪

♪ Your love is an island ♪

♪ I'm scorched in the sands of it ♪

♪ Your love is an island ♪

Una could get a lighter sentence

if she would just cooperate.

She's not talking.

What's there to say?

She killed Declan, she could confess to that much.

There's more to it.

Declan was trying to get her to testify against someone.

She's terrified and not just for herself.

What she needs is a good lawyer.

Preferably one whose da she didn't kill.

Um... I'll be right back.

Hello?

Hello, Fiona. I've been meaning to ask.

Did my good buddy Declan,

God rest his filthy rat soul,

leave anything else in that briefcase?

What the fuck makes you think I'd tell you that?

So many cupcake flavors.

Chai latte, creme brulé, lurch berry...

I can't decide. Oh, I know.

I'll ask the baker which is her favorite.

And can I get you anything else?

Mom.

She is what makes me think you'll tell me.

Hi, Mary.

I've got a proposal for you.

Mom.

Hello?

Mom...