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Gather around.

Gather around and listen.

Listen to me now.

As you travel through life,

you'll encounter many barriersto happiness.

You'll go down some rough roads,

and sometimes you may take a wrong turn.

Well, if that happens take heed of what I say to you now,

for someday these words may help you.

A long time ago,

when our land was new and our people young,

like some of you,

there lived in those ancient times

an Irish king,

whose greed and avarice were known throughout the land.

A tyrant who would covet

and then obtain anything of value within his realm.

But, with all his treasures and possessions,

he knew no happiness.

He had no joy,

or fulfillment, and so,

he was unable to find his way.

And, much like that king of old,

there is a man who not so long ago,

thought he had everything in life.

Wealth, and fame, and power.

But, he really had nothing.

For the one thing he wanted most

eluded him,

the love of his lost child.

As a young man, in a dark and brooding moment,

he had wanted to end it all.

He was beyond despair,

when suddenly,

he was given a second chance.

A chance to begin again, and so he did.

So you see, my brethren,

it's a truth that those who put greed

and avarice before love

are destined to live a life full of sadness and misery.

Ah, but those who put love first,

will always find the rainbow.

So, get out there

and start looking for that rainbow.

For all you know,

it could be right around the corner.

Oh God, Danny, look at the time. I'm gonna be late.

I suppose you're wondering

why I called you all together in this way,

especially since I'm now

as dead as a doornail.

To my wife, Margaret,

I leave the house called, Second Chance,

with all it's contents, and land,

together with a sum of money

which is more than sufficient for her needs.

Although, she of course, will disagree.

There you are, Sir.

Let's have some water now.

Breeta, have you no respect for your father?

Can't you leave that creature outside?

To my elder daughter, Fiona,

I leave the business, Byrne Enterprises.

Yes.

And as she's unencumbered,

except for her own incompetence,

I advise her to ask Tom Molloy,

our sales director to manage the company.

But, knowing her obstinacy,

she'll do no such thing.

My younger daughter, Breeta,

has already inherited my love of Celtic myths and legends,

but since she told me

she doesn't care at all about my money,

in material terms, I leave her absolutely nothing.

And, since her boyfriend, Paddy Whelan,

showed no desire to become one of the family,

I leave exactly the same to him.

What is he doing here?

When it comes to that, why should she be here?

But, to our housemaid, Nora Flood,

I leave the sum of 2,000 pounds,

in recognition of her faithful service to us.

And to John Herlihy,

in gratitude for his service

as our handyman for 20 years,

and especially for his rare devotion

during my last

horrendous days,

I leave the sum of 25,000 pounds.

And, I hope he uses it wisely.

Now, Michael Davis,

I have the highest opinion of his abilities

as our gardener,

but I don't trust his financial acumen.

Indeed, I have arranged with our senior solicitor,

Harry Ryan,

to pay him a monthly stipend,

on condition that he finishes his course in Horticulture.

Last of all,

I hope that Jessica Fletcher will be here as I asked.

To her I leave Rose Cottage,

together with it's contents,

and the land on which it stands.

For it was she who, long ago,

gave a second chance in life

to a man she didn't even know.

Outrageous!

- Thank you. - There you are.

I'll bet that...

put the cat among the pigeons.

But I have another wee surprise for you all.

So just settle down.

I think perhaps, I should leave the room.

Not at all, Mrs. Fletcher, sit down.

This concerns you, too.

Charlie, would you play that for me please?

Indeed I will.

Just like her father to play silly games.

The last will and testament of Eamon Byrne, part two.

Harry Ryan will hand each one of you a sealed envelope

containing a clue.

If these clues are shared among you,

they will lead to a treasure of inestimable value.

But, you will have to put aside your difference,

and work together,

or the treasure will be lost forever.

Amen.

Brilliant, Dad.

Absolutely bloody brilliant.

Breeta!

Breeta, we're not finished here yet.

Oh, let her go, Mother.

Charlie, hand these over, will you?

There's one for everyone except for Mr. Herlihy and Mr. Molloy.

Yes. Yes I will.

Mrs. Fetcher.

Nora.

Shawna.

Michael.

Paddy.

Mrs. Byrne.

Um... well,

I'll keep Breeta's.

I'll take it for her.

The hell you will. I'll take it to her.

I'll take care of that.

You know, Mrs. Byrne,

Breeta doesn't live here now.

And you, Paddy Whelan,

are no longer welcome here.

I think if you don't mind,

I'll take a look around the garden.

Mr. Molloy!

Mr. Molloy!

Tom, would you wait a minute?

Michael.

There's something I need to talk to you about.

Well, I need to get back to the office.

You know, I so want to be a member of the family.

Really?

Me and Breeta are going to get married.

She's not interested in the business but I am.

Oh?

Dare say it's not doing too well just now.

Why do you say that?

Well, um...

stands to reason.

Eamon's been failing badly in the last few months.

Michael, you know absolutely nothing about business.

That's what Eamon thought, but he was wrong.

Now, if you and me sat down,

went through the accounts to see what money was laying idol,

I have some great ideas of how we could put it to good use.

Do you seriously think I'm going to let the gardener

look through the accounts?

But I told you I...

When, and if,

you become a member of the family we might.

I say might, talk about this again.

Meanwhile, I suggest you stick to your flowers.

I hope you're satisfied. It cost your inheritance.

Oh, I'm sorry, Paddy, I'm sure of it.

I didn't realize you only wanted me for my money.

Oh, come on, that's a bloody stupid thing to say and you know it.

Is it?

All you ever talk about is the money, Paddy.

So it must be the most important thing to you.

Well, if that's what you really feel,

we may as well call it a day.

That suits me.

Oh, come on, Breeta!

Why don't you leave her alone?

And why don't you mind your own business?

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher, there you are.

- Oh, Mr. McCafferty. - I wanted to apologize,

Wouldn't want you to think of our shame as Irish hospitality.

Look, I understand that this is a very difficult time.

But is Mr. Ryan still here?

I'm afraid he's gone back to town.

- Can I help you with anything? - Well,

I find myself in a very embarrassing situation.

Mr. Ryan's letter invited me to stay at the house.

And it's quite obvious that I am not welcome there.

So I thought if I could get a room at the local hotel,

Then I could change my plane reservation and leave tomorrow.

Oh, no, no, no. Don't do that.

There's some beautiful country around here and besides,

believe it or not,

there's some very nice people too.

Oh, I'm sure there are.

And, there will be formalities to be completed,

relating to the inheritance of Rose Cottage.

Well, I not at all sure

that I am going to accept it.

Ah, well,

even then there will be papers to sign.

Anyway, the hotel in town is fully booked for the music festival.

So you really can't leave.

And besides, I have a message from Mrs. Byrne.

That said they're just about to sit down today.

They'd be delighted if you'd join them.

And I wonder who's idea that was?

I can't imagine.

Ah, come on now, Mrs. Fletcher, give us another chance!

You know, I'm a great admirer of your mystery books.

You are?

Indeed I am.

Does that settle it then?

All right.

Good.

We'll arrange a meeting in my office.

Here's my card,

call me if I can help you with anything.

Breeta!

Hi.

How did you know it was me?

Your friend.

Oh, I suppose being a mystery writer makes you a nosey parker as well?

Guilty as charged.

And it does mean that...

I notice things.

Such as?

Well, such as, that it's not the easiest thing

to be the youngest member of the family.

Hm.

Well, my mother, thinks that I am totally crazy.

And all Fiona ever thinks about is herself.

But your father understood.

Yeah, he did.

Until, uh...

Well now,

Rose Cottage belongs to you.

And everything that's in it,

but I'd like to keep this please.

Oh yes, of course,

that belonged to your father.

How did you know that?

Well he was wearing it in the video.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Oh, I'd love some!

I'll just put her in her box.

There you go.

Patty Whelan tells me that you're not staying at Second Chance.

No.

You've probably guessed I've been living here.

Well, you're welcome to stay on here!

You and your friend.

Her name is Uisnech.

I'll remember that.

Hello Uisnech, I'm Jessica.

Well now, Jessica,

why did my dad leave you Rose Cottage?

And what did he mean by the second chance that you gave him?

It's a long story.

It happened some time ago!

You see...

Breeta, I thought you might be here.

I just wanted to be sure Mrs. Fletcher found the place all right.

Oh, she could hardly miss it, Michael.

No, you're right.

But thank you for your concern.

Aye.

Breeta, your mother put your envelope in her desk.

I think you should ask her for it.

Why should I?

Well, Eamon said that we should all work together.

And you know better than anyone how your fathers mind worked.

You were always doing crosswords together.

Are you going to share your clue with us, Mr. Davis?

It's Michael, and indeed I am.

A piercing sphere,

waging war.

And mine is,

"I am the sea-swell."

These sound as if they come from a poem?

Yeah, it is, it's an old Celtic poem

called "The Song of Amergin."

Danny will probably sing it at the music festival.

Who's Danny?

Oh, he's the local crack pot.

Michael, he's not.

He's sort of a poet.

I heard Nora talking about

the lost boy.

What did she mean by that?

Well, it's one of the songs that Danny always sings,

I'm sure Nora must've heard it.

She was talking to John Herlihy in the kitchen about it.

You heard her, didn't you Michael?

Yeah, I don't really remember what she was sayin'.

Maybe it was part of the clue she was giving.

Breeta, do you have any notion of what the treasure might be?

No, I don't.

You must have an idea!

Oh, for God's sake Michael, I don't, okay?

And I don't care.

I told my dad

I didn't give a fig for his money or the treasure.

It can stay hidden for all I care!

Okay!

I better get after her.

When she's head up, she can act like an idiot.

Breeta!

Breeta, wait a minute!

"Celtic Myths And Legends."

Oh, my goodness!

Nora?

Nora?

Nora?

Oh, my God!

Mrs. Fletcher?

- Mrs. Fletcher. - Yes.

I'm Inspector O'Dwyer.

I understand you had a very distressing experience.

Yes.

Could you show me exactly what happened?

Oh, yes of course.

It's right up here in the barn.

So you just walked inside,

and John Herlihy, he fell through that trap door?

Yes, that's right.

He fell head first.

Did he indeed?

When I went to feel his pulse

I'm almost sure that he was dead.

So you saw him fall through the trapdoor?

And he landed on his head and that's what killed him?

No, I don't believe

that it was the fall that killed him.

You see, when I examined him,

he had a severe hematoma on the back of his neck.

Now that could have killed him outright.

But there was an undeveloped one

on his forehead,

that he got on the way down on the trap door.

Are you in the medical field?

- No. - All right.

So as a mystery writer

you are looking for the unexpected.

And if you don't mind me saying so,

- the sensational. - Well not really...

You see a man fall through a trapdoor and you say...

"Ah, sure that fellow was hit in the back of the head."

Well, it appears...

No, as a hard working policeman,

I'm looking for the likely.

Your man John Herlihy was a known drunk.

And our people had found half a bottle of whiskey up there.

So, I'd say,

he tumbled through the trap door,

hit his forehead as he fell

and landed on the back of his head.

And that's what killed him.

All right, but I'm almost sure,

that immediately after he fell,

I heard the sound of movement.

Someone up there.

Well, there will be a postmortem.

So that'll tell us how the poor fella died.

Excuse me.

Breeta!

Breeta!

Breeta, are you all right?

Yeah, I just... I feel a little bit sick.

I have something to tell you.

Look, if it's about John Herlihy, I...

- He's been killed. - I know.

And I'm real sorry. But, Britta, this is about you and me.

Michael, there is no you and me.

Okay?

We are just friends.

I can't tell you why,

but, Britta, things are going to be different.

I have prospects now, good prospects!

No, no.

No, you and your get rich quick schemes.

I don't want to hear about them!

I am going to Rose Cottage and I want to be on my own.

Mr. Whelan,

are you on your way to Second Chance?

Maybe you could show me the way?

Um... sure.

Okay.

That was a terrible thing about John Herlihy.

Yeah, well I never cared for the fella myself.

Oh?

Oh, well not that I wished him any harm or anything.

But uh, he was always on the make you know?

Eamon could never see it.

Are you in business, Mr. Whelan?

I own a garage.

Oh, family business?

No, I don't come from around here.

I see.

I came from Cannamera looking for work.

Eamon Byrne gave me a job.

Then the owner of the garage died.

And you bolted?

I did.

Well, with the help of Eamon Byrne.

Ah, that's very nice of him.

Well, there's Second Chance.

You should be all right now.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

As our attorney,

what are you saying, Charles?

Really? Are you sure of that, Charles?

What? What did he say?

Mother... Will you... I'm on the phone...

Yes, Charles, yes.

I see.

Right, thank you. Goodbye.

Charles agrees with us.

Father couldn't have done it by himself.

So he must've asked John Herlihy to hide the treasure.

That's why Herlihy got no envelope.

Yeah, and now he's dead, so no one knows where the treasure is.

Well, just as well.

When he was drunk, he could've told anyone.

What about that ridiculously large bequest?

The 25,000 pounds, how much is that in Euros?

Charles says that under the terms of the will,

Herlihy's bequest comes back to the estate.

Oh, well that's something I suppose.

Though it should come to me.

Oh, for God's sake, Mother.

I'm only saying as the senior survivor,

that the money is mine.

He left you a very substantial amount.

How much money do ya need?

Oh, it's not that I need anything.

I'm only suggesting that we do the right thing, Fiona.

Oh,

Mrs. Fletcher.

We were just saying what a terrible tragedy

about poor John Herlihy.

And I gather,

you were there when it happened?

Yes I was.

Oh, that poor man.

Oh.

You must be exhausted.

Fiona,

tell Nora to show Mrs. Fletcher up to her room.

Thank you.

She's wailing and howling like a banshee.

You'd have thought John Herlihy was a close relative.

Well, tell her to stop!

- Poor Nora. - Nora, will you come here?

Oh, the poor creature. Mother of God, help us all!

Oh, God!

Nora, stop that!

Come here.

Would you show Mrs. Fletcher up to her room?

I will, M'am.

Thank you.

You've been with the family a long time I expect.

Oh no, only since, that is I took over when Katy Murphy got too old to carry on.

Ah, you applied for the job?

Well, I got a letter from an employment agency saying there was this job,

and why didn't I go in for it.

So I did.

I see.

Here's your room.

Let me know if there is anything you need.

Thank you.

Oh, this is very nice.

I am sorry to have caused you so much trouble

at this sad time.

You shouldn't stay in this place.

There's one who will stop at nothing to get the treasure.

Well, Mrs. Byrne, is there anything else you need before the meeting tomorrow?

No.

But you better think about what I said.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher.

You remember Tom Molloy our sales director?

Oh, yes, of course.

- Hello. - Hello.

Tom, get Mrs. Fletcher a glass of champagne.

We were just talking about Eamon's will and the treasure.

I have to say,

if it were up to me I'd get everyone together.

We'd open the envelopes

have a grand party as we all sat around

and solved the riddle.

Well, it's got nothing to do with you.

Exactly, Fiona.

It is Tom... or should be

a family matter.

My envelope is under lock and key at the desk

along with Breeta's.

Oh, Fiona.

Here.

What's that woman up to now?

I better go and see.

What a fascinating collection.

I suppose it's all Celtic.

Oh, yeah, and very valuable, too, I should imagine.

I never shared my husband's enthusiasm for old weapons.

Mother,

she's not in the kitchen. I don't know where she is.

Well, find her.

And when you do, give her a good talking to.

Can't have her disappearing like that.

I could do with a ride into town, Tom.

Will you excuse us, Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh, yes.

Nora?

Nora, are you all right?

Nora?

Oh, it's very good of you, but you really don't have to.

Oh, I like to help.

Did you find Nora?

No but she often goes off on your own.

I'll get the rest of the glasses.

Okay.

Oh, mother of God.

Oh!

Mother of God.

It's you.

You've killed him, haven't you?

D-don't hurt me, please.

I... I won't tell.

I forgot, I didn't bring my clue.

Don't get angry.

I-I swear.

I'll help but please...

Oh, God.

Is someone there?

Oh!

Well done, lads.

Mrs. Fletcher, are you sure you shouldn't go

to the hospital just to make sure?

Well, thank you.

I'm quite all right, just a few bruises.

And you couldn't identify the intruder?

Well, it all happened so quickly.

The door hit me

and I went flying backwards.

And by the time I got myself together,

whoever it was, had gone.

Just as well.

Umm, you said the only item missing

was a short sword, Mrs. Byrne?

Presumably the thief would have taken more

if Mrs. Fletcher hadn't interrupted.

Yes, although...

I can't help wondering

if possibly whoever it was,

might have been looking for something, in that desk.

Maybe we should have a look and see if anything is missing.

Oh, I'm sure there isn't.

What about the clues to this treasure that I keep hearing about?

Were any of them kept there by any chance?

They are all there.

I dare say you've Mrs. Fletcher to thank for that.

We found the imprint of a rubber boot outside the door.

So, uh, if we could have a look at any Wellington boots you have in the house,

just to eliminate them.

We keep them in the back hall.

I'll have a look, sir.

We have to be going, we have a meeting to go to.

You don't mind, Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh, no.

I'm sure you'll be glad of a bit of peace and quiet.

Come along, Fiona.

I'm coming.

Do you have the results of the postmortem for John Herlihy?

Yeah, um, you were quite right.

It was that blow to the back of the head that killed him.

Then it was murder.

I'm afraid so.

Oh!

My, you startled me!

Did I startle you?

Of course that's how it was done.

Tonight at the Railway Bar, the start of the Celtic Festival!

Come and enjoy yourself at night!

And uh, this shows the financial situation in these areas

for the past 6 months.

There's peet, there's granite,

and these are the building contracts.

Oh, my word!

You mean they are all losing money?

I'm afraid so, and uh,

this shows the overall financial situation of the farm.

You are actually saying that we are in the red?

But... but Father always seemed so confident.

Yes, I'm afraid he was feeling very badly in the last three years.

I did try to warn him.

What are we going to do?

Well, now I don't want to step on Tom Molloy's toes.

I know that Eamon thought very highly of him.

Sounds to me as though Tom Molloy got us into this mess!

I wouldn't say that.

Um, but,

well, I will leave you with these suggestions.

If Tom doesn't agree with them...

Oh, Tom will agree.

I'll see to that.

Well, I have to go.

I have a meeting with Mrs. Fletcher in a half an hour.

Ah, tell her...

that I will never

let her have Rose Cottage.

Hmm.

Fiona.

Can I help you?

Yes, I have an appointment with Mr McCafferty.

It's Jessica Fletcher.

He has someone with him right now.

Would you like to have a seat?

Thank you.

Then what the hell did I come down here for?

Now you can't help me, that's all I need to know.

Oh, Mr. Whelan.

Oh, hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher, I'm so sorry,

I needed to see Patty Whelan on something rather unexpected.

- Please, do come in. - Thank you.

He seemed upset!

Ugh, Paddy is a bit of a rough diamond

with quite a hot temper on him.

But there's no real harm in him.

He was upset that Eamon didn't leave him any money.

Especially since there was a bequest to Michael Davis.

Exactly so.

There's always been the rivalry between the two of them.

And of course it's common knowledge that Patty's garage

is in financial difficulties.

So, finding the treasure would be important to him.

Oh, well, I suppose it would.

Please, do sit down.

Thank you.

Will you have a drink?

Oh, thank you, but no. It's a little early for me.

Oh, it is for me, too, but, truth to tell

I thought a drop of whiskey might calm Paddy down.

You know, you have a beautiful office.

Ah, I'm afraid it's one of my failings.

I like to surround myself with beautiful things.

"Connemara."

I've never been there

but I hear it's beautiful.

Do you know, I've never been there, either.

That was given to me and I keep it out of sentiment.

Now, have you thought anymore about Rose Cottage?

I have.

And I'm still uncertain.

Ah.

If Mrs. Byrne decides to contest the will,

would you be able to give me the name of a good solicitor?

Oh, yes, yes.

I recommended a grand firm in Dublin.

Oh, thank you. That will be very helpful.

Wasn't it terrible news about the murder of John Herlihy?

Oh, so it was murder then?

Hm-hm.

Well, that's terrible!

Mr. Molloy!

Mr. Molloy.

- Have you got a moment? - No.

- No I don't. - No, just a second please?

What is it?

I was just over at Mr. McCafferty's, uh,

to see if there was anything I could do about the will.

What about the will? You can't change it.

No, I know that... That's what he said.

It's just...

I'm having some trouble with my business.

Look, the fact that Eamon gave you money to start that garage

doesn't mean his estate is responsible for it.

You're on your own there, boy-o.

Now look, all I'm asking is...

I told you.

Now leave me alone.

Well, thanks for nothing, Molloy.

God, you people are all the same!

You, McCafferty, the whole bloody lot of you!

You don't care about anything but your own little world.

Well, we'll make it, me and Breeta.

We'll show you, and you can all go to hell.

Yeah! Hey!

Now listen to me, Margaret.

I don't agree at all!

You're just throwing good money after bad.

Look, the money's gone somewhere, that's for certain.

We might as well try and save whatever's left.

If Charles' plan helps...

What does Charles know? He's not a businessman.

Well, neither apparently, are you!

Mother, keep out of this.

All I'm saying, is that the business started losing money

when Charles McCafferty took over the affairs

of Byrne Enterprises.

Oh yeah, wasn't that the same time

when you became Sales Director?

That was great!

Oh, they're just getting started.

Can I get you something to drink?

- Glass of whiskey? - No thank you.

Well, I'll have a small Sherry.

I'll take an orange juice.

Orange juice?

I've never known you to refuse whiskey.

All right, breeta.

Orange juice it is then.

Oh, Mr. Whelan?

Yeah?

You told me that you had a garage.

Do you by any chance have a taxi service?

I certainly do. Saint Brendan Motors at your service.

Good.

I need to go into Rathangan early tomorrow.

I need to give a statement to the police

about the death of John Herlihy.

Don't bother with the taxi, I'll drive you there myself.

Thanks a bunch.

Is 9:00 O'clock too early?

Hm-hm.

I've been wondering.

You promised to tell me why dad left Rose Cottage.

Ah, yes, I did.

Well,

I was taking a walk one evening

along the Cliff on Cap Cove.

And up ahead of me I saw this young man...

and he was standing,

looking down at the rocks below.

And he looked so alone.

I had the feeling that he was...

going to throw himself over the edge.

And that was my dad.

Yes.

I yelled at him

and he hesitated long enough for me

to run up and grab him and pull him away.

So you saved his life?

Well,

we sat down and we talked.

And he was in a terrible, state of despair.

He said that after what he had done...

He didn't deserve to live.

And I told him

that everybody deserves a second chance.

Did he tell you what he done?

No,

he simply said that he had betrayed

a sacred trust.

I'm the sales director, not a bloody accountant.

Give me something to sell and I'll sell it.

There's nothing wrong with my sales.

It's the company profits that have taken a nosedive.

Well, I still don't think it's Charles's fault.

Maybe not.

Well, don't look at me.

Don't you look at me.

It's not my fault the company's in the red.

Someone's undermining this business

and I'd like to know who it is.

Well, why should anyone do such a thing?

What if Eamon was being blackmailed?

Maybe he was fiddling with the books to cover up the fact that someone was squeezing him.

But who? Who could it have had been?

I don't know... unless.

What do you know about Paddy?

Oh, that he just came here from Cannamera

and Father set him up in business.

That's a funny sort of thing to do.

To set up a total stranger in business.

Unless Paddy had some sort of hold over him.

Yeah, well, if it comes to that, why take Michael in and

pay for his education?

Why indeed.

Do you mind if I ask you a rather personal question?

No, I often ask them myself.

Why did you fall out with your father?

Oh, we, uh, we quarreled over Paddy Whelan.

Oh, I thought he liked Paddy.

Gave him the money for the garage, didn't he?

Yeah, he did, but...

Did your father know that you were pregnant?

How did you know?

Well, I couldn't help noticing

how surprised Michael was when you ordered an orange juice.

Yeah.

I told my dad.

He said it was a terrible thing

to bring a child into the world with no daddy.

Yes, but he liked Paddy.

Yeah, but I told him Patty and I don't believe in marriage.

What does this idiot think he's doing?

Oh.

I think you should pull over and let it pass.

I can't get over.

Are you quite sure you're all right, Breeta?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Paddy is not answering his phone.

Isn't that just like him?

He must have it switched off.

Mrs. Fletcher, Ms. Byrne, are you all right?

Oh, yes. Thank you, Inspector.

I'm perfectly all right.

I'm really worried about Breeta.

We were forced off the road.

Would you agree, Ms. Byrne?

I mean, that it was a deliberate act and not just an accident.

How would I know, the way people drive these days?

Did you get a registration number?

No, I'm afraid I didn't.

I was too busy trying to keep my car on the road.

Mrs. Fletcher?

I didn't catch it, either

but I did see that it was a white van,

a very dirty one.

A dirty white van?

Not much to go on, I'm afraid.

We'll look into it.

Mrs. Fletcher, we'll get a tow truck for Breeta.

If you'd come with me to Rathangan and give your statement,

I'll see you get back to Ballymore.

Of course.

The guard will take care of you, darling.

Okay, thanks.

Mrs. Byrne, I'm sure you heard

that Breeta and I were forced off the road today.

Oh, it was probably an accident.

Breeta is always imagining things.

Well, no one imagined the murder of John Herlihy.

Or the robbery at your house.

I really do think that it may have something to do with this treasure.

And I think it's got nothing to do with you.

Well, actually, it has a great deal to do with me

because Eamon left me a clue to the treasure.

Well, obviously he was out of his mind.

You know, I would like to know what kind of a hold you had over him.

Were you blackmailing him?

I suppose if we look at his bank accounts now,

we'll find that he was sending you money.

Mrs. Byrne,

the incident that took place between Eamon and me was private.

But this I can tell you.

When he became successful,

he sent me a check for £10,000.

Ha!

I sent it back. I didn't keep it.

And that was the last I heard.

Until Mr. Ryan sent me a roundtrip ticket

and asked me to be here

because I was a beneficiary in Eamon's will.

Is Breeta all right?

Yes, yes she is.

We were both very shaken up.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, Mr. Whelan.

You know, someone driving this van

forced Breeta off the road this morning?

What?

- Is she all right? - Yes, yes, I think so.

Well, what make you think it was this van?

I was riding with her and I saw the name on the side.

And the paint here

matches the color of her car.

Well, I went out early in my tow truck to fetch a broken down car.

Well, you know, she tried to telephone you, but there was no reply.

Oh, well, mobile phones don't work up in the hills.

Could anyone else have taken it without your knowing?

I suppose. I mean, the keys are always kept in the office.

Oh.

Breeta, have you met any of Paddy's family?

No, I don't think he has any.

He's a bit of a loner.

I guess that's why we get on so well.

You know that white van that ran us off the road today?

That was Paddy's.

I saw the name

and there was a red smear of red paint on the side of the van

that matches the paint of your car.

No, it couldn't have been Paddy driving.

He would never do anything to hurt me or the baby.

Yes, that's what I thought, but,

You didn't tell O'Dwyer, did you?

No,

but I really should.

Oh, no don't. Please don't.

Paddy's had a few brushes with the police.

Nothing serious but...

when he loses his temper,

he'll do anything.

Paddy, hey! Would you...

Hey, would you take a look at my car and make sure it's working okay?

Oh, we're on speaking terms again now, are we?

Sure, I'll have a look at it.

Are you all right?

Yeah, we're fine.

Why shouldn't she be?

Well, we were forced off the road by a white van this morning.

Hey, you got a white van, Paddy, haven't you?

And what the hell do you mean by that?

Look, will you two just stop it?

We're here to have fun.

Come on, Jessica, let's go inside.

- I'll get the drinks, okay? - Right. I'll get the table.

What about your clue to the treasure, Paddy?

When are you going to put it on the table like the rest of us?

I'm not putting it anywhere where a chancellor like you can get your hands on it.

Oh, a chancellor, is it?

I'm not the one whose business is on skits.

Then I suppose you're not the one who pinched the sword.

You're right about that.

I don't have to steal from Byrne's.

Breeta and me are getting married.

Hey, Paddy, no!

No! Stop!

Just stop!

Did you hear what that bastard said?

What did you call me?

You heard what I called you. I called you a bastard!

I don't care what you called him, okay?

I am sick to death of you and this damn temper of yours!

All right, fine, then you have him!

You want him, you got him.

Have him!

Right, can you's all hold your knives down now?

Come on, lads, lads, come on, please.

Settle!

Will you hold it down, please?

Right, come on.

Now give me your attention over here.

Right.

Me Uncle Danny's gonna come out here now

and he's gonna tell you's all a story.

So if I could just get you all to put your hands together,

with a little bit of encouragement,

for me 'ole Uncle Danny.

Thank you very much.

I will tell you the tale of Nuada.

Why's it?

Nuada of the silver hand!

Will you have a little patience?

And you've got it wrong.

Oh!

He was Nuada Airgetlám.

Nuada silver arm.

He wasn't called that until later.

Hello.

Nuada was king of the Tuatha Dé Danann

and they were Gods.

But they could die, too, like the rest of us.

King Nuada was a great fighter,

aided by his mighty sword,

from which no one could escape, once it was drawn.

I'll be right back.

And he fought the great battle of at Mag Tuired

and defeated the Fir Bolg.

But,

there was a price to pay.

Sure, there was a price to be paid...

I thought you'd come around.

For in that battle,

Nuada lost his hand.

Aw!

And because any king of the Tuatha Dé had to be perfect,

he could be king no more.

Now, we don't need the police involved.

And you were quite right,

Herlihy would blab to anyone when he was drunk

and that was most of the time.

From that day on,

he was known as Nuada Airgetlám,

Nuada Silver Arm

and sure, didn't that arm work

just as well as the ones you have yourselves?

So, how about a drink, huh?

I'd better get back.

So, it's agreed,

I didn't see anything and I get half the treasure.

I know he was a bit of an ageist.

And he never knew when to hold his tongue.

He was my friend.

Oh, of course he was.

You know, he told me that he loved me.

But I, uh...

You love Paddy Whelan.

Yeah.

God, it's just so horrible to think about

Michael being murdered.

Mrs. Fletcher, Miss Byrne,

do you feel up to a few questions now?

I understand that Michael Davis

was sitting at the table with you.

Yeah, he was.

He got a call on his cell phone

and he went away,

but he said that he would be right back.

I believe it was that call that lured him to his death.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

Inspector O'Dwyer,

I wonder if by any chance you found an envelope

that looks like this,

on Michael's body?

I'll find out, sir.

Sorry, Paddy, no one's allowed inside.

Oh, come on, Deidra, I've gotta see Breeta, she'll be devastated.

Well, I can't let her through!

That's enough, Paddy. Now I have to see to this lady here.

No envelope was found on the body, sir.

I saw him put it in his pocket

right after he got here.

Now, just earlier, he had shared his clue with us.

Now, I don't believe that murderer knew that.

I am almost sure that Michael Davis was in the barn,

when John Herlihy died.

I believe that he was hiding there

and that he may have seen

the murderer.

Now, when I was at the barn that day,

I found a piece of fabric.

Tonight, I noticed,

Michael Davis's jacket,

had a tear in it.

And you think that's why he was murdered?

Breeta!

Oh, Paddy, it's horrible.

I am so sorry, so sorry.

Ah, Paddy.

I understand there was a bit of unpleasantness

between you and the dead man.

Would you mind telling me what it was about?

It was a private matter.

Is it true that he was stabbed with the sword taken from Second Chance?

Word travels fast.

Well, I don't have any more questions for you now.

You may leave.

That's the one. It's Paddy.

Paddy? Are you sure?

I simply can't imagine why anyone

should want to kill Michael.

Nora, you forgot the marmalade, again.

Yes, well I believe that the murderer

took the envelope with the clue out of

Michael Davis's pocket.

And Nora, bring us some more hot water, will you?

I mean, first John Herlihy

and then Michael Davis, both murdered

because of the treasure.

Hmm.

I'm worried about who might be next.

Mother, give me the key to the desk drawer.

What for?

Just give it to me.

They were always fighting, you know.

Michael and that Paddy Whelan.

I expect Paddy murdered him.

I think there's nothing to do with some treasure.

I'm sorry, but I think you're wrong.

What do you think you're doing?

Mother, I agree with Jessica.

Enough is enough.

Breeta is the only one who can solve the clues.

Will you give this to her?

- I will. - And mine as well?

Thank you.

Mother.

Thank you.

You can put mine back in the desk.

What on earth is that?

- It's just lines. - Hmm?

Well, lets take a look at Fiona's.

Put it with the others and see what we got.

"The beauty of a plant."

Is that also from the "Song of Amergin?"

Yeah.

But it doesn't help us much.

Hmm.

"I am the sea swell."

"A piercing sphere waging war."

Well, where's Paddy's?

Oh, he was gonna drop his by this evening.

But if we can't make head nor tail of any of them then...

Could they possibly be anagrams?

I mean, I know that your dad enjoyed doing crossword puzzles.

Yeah, you know, he did but, I don't.

Well, we'll add Fiona's.

That's it.

Hmm?

The poem's written in Gaelic.

Gaelic.

Of course!

So, all I have to do

is put the clues back into the Gaelic language

and try and make an anagram of them.

That's why he did it this way.

He knew you were the only one who knew Gaelic.

It was Eamon's way of making sure

that you got your share of the treasure.

You see,

he did leave you a bequest after all.

I think perhaps he did.

Well, you keep working on this.

Do you know where I'd find Nora at this time?

Hmm...

Oh, it's her afternoon off.

She likes to go to bridge in Murphy's tea room.

You know the Avondale cafe, right?

Yes, thanks.

Hello, Jessica.

- Oh, hello! - You caught me.

I slipped out from the office to indulge my vice.

Brigie Murphy's homemade cakes.

I recommend the sponge.

Oh, I'll remember that.

Do you mind if I join you?

Your usual, Nora?

Oh, please, let me.

We'll have a pot of tea for two

and scones with jam and cream

and... sponge cake.

How does that sound?

So, the employment agency

just wrote to you saying that the Byrne family,

needed someone to replace Kitty Murphy.

That's right. That's the way it was.

Is Kitty Murphy still alive?

Ah, sure, I don't think that one will ever die.

She lives upstairs with Brigie.

A drop more tea?

Lovely.

Do you remember the name of the employment agency?

I can't remember.

Funny sort of name, began with an M.

I gave the letter to Mrs. Byrne when I came for the interview.

Very sad about John Herlihy, wasn't it?

It was.

Although I never liked him that much.

No, he did seem a rather difficult sort of chap.

Uh, I heard him shouting at you in the kitchen.

Nora, who is the lost boy?

Oh.

I can't.

I mustn't.

Here, I don't want this now.

Tell him I've lost it.

Tell who?

I can't tell you!

Wait, Nora, here's my cell phone number.

If you have any trouble, don't hesitate to call me.

Oh, Mary Mother of God...

Hello.

Kitty? Are you there?

He's moving quickly now...

He throws a right, and then a left... Oh!

Look out!

Do forgive me.

I believe you're Kitty Murphy.

My, it's Jessica Fletcher!

The lady mystery writer.

Sit down, sit down.

I hope you don't mind,

but I wanted to ask you about the Byrne family.

But sure, I'd love to talk about the old times.

Especially poor Eamon.

He was such a dear wee fella.

Not like his father.

Oh, Mick, what a great bully.

He was from nothing,

but he was hellbent and determined

his son would climb still higher.

And marrying well was one way of it.

But Eamon.

He fell in love?

He did so.

And he got her in the family way.

Mick Byrne sends her off to Connemara to have the child.

Mick Byrne made sure

that the child was adopted.

Oh, that poor girl.

What became of her?

Mick arranged with her father,

that she should be married off to someone else.

But the night before the wedding,

she hanged herself.

Oh, my God.

No wonder Eamon never forgave himself.

What was her name?

Her name was Rose,

Rose MacRoth.

And Eamon left me Rose Cottage.

And he married Margaret and they had the two girls.

But he never stopped looking for his son.

- He had a son? - Excuse me.

But you have no business up here troubling my mother.

Mind your own business, Brigie!

So, Rose's child was a boy?

Oh, a fine boy.

Oh, and Eamon knew that,

but he never could find out who adopted him.

The lost boy.

Did Rose have any other family?

Her mother and father are dead.

She did have a sister.

Mrs. Fletcher knows her.

Nora.

- Hi, Inspector. - Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

I just had a cup of tea with Nora Flood.

Tell me, what do you know about Eamon Byrne's family?

Very little. I know he came from Limerick.

Yes.

Did you know that he had a son

out of wedlock that was given up for adoption?

Oh, we're not on about the wee boy again, are we, Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh, no, he'd be about 35 years old...

and what?

Angry, bitter, greedy?

Murderous?

Oh, it's a possibility.

I'm on my way to Rose Cottage.

Well, if you take the shortcut by the church,

through the graveyard,

- you'll be there in no time. - Thank you.

Good heavens!

You're right.

The Ogham.

And what's that?

It's an ancient Celtic script;

the first known written language in Ireland.

I saw a reference to it in this little book,

but I didn't know what it looked like.

But your clue is different from the carving

that I saw in the graveyard,

but it's the same general idea.

I know there's a group of lines

for each letter of the alphabet.

I'll have to check one of my dad's reference books, though.

Oh, Paddy,

I wonder if you would be so good as to come with us to the station.

No! Jessica?

Pardon me, Sergeant,

are you arresting Mr. Whelan?

Just askin' him to assist the police in their inquiries

about the murder of Michael Davis, ma'am.

Don't worry, love. They can't keep me.

Hello?

Hello?

Nora?

Nora, calm down.

What kind of danger?

No, no, just uh...

Where are you?

Well, come over to the Rose Cottage.

You'll be quite safe here.

All right, all right

I'll come right away.

I'm sorry, I have to go for a minute.

I'll be right back. Will you be all right?

Yeah.

Good.

Nora?

Nora!

Yes, it's Jessica Fletcher.

I must speak to Inspector O'Dwyer.

Yes, I understand that.

But... But, would you get a message to him please?

No, no, his voicemail won't do.

Oh, well, all right.

Inspector O'Dwyer,

this is Jessica Fletcher.

Please call me as soon as you get this message.

It's very, very urgent.

Well, I'm sure that Nora Flood is in terrible danger.

Don't look.

Charles, I am so glad you're here.

You've heard about Nora.

Inspector O'Dwyer came by.

He said her neck was broken.

Well, I came by to see if there's was anybody from the family,

that I should notify.

Do you know anything about her family?

No, when I joined the firm, she was already working for the Byrne's.

You know, Breeta is distraught

and now with Patty in custody...

Paddy?

Well, they seem to think that he killed Michael.

Well, that's ridiculous.

Well, apparently Nora said that she saw him

in the telephone box at the time that Michael received a call.

And his prints were all over the murder weapon.

That's extraordinary.

I better go to Ralph Gin and see what I can do.

I might be able to get him out on bail.

Thank you, Charles.

Britta really needs him now.

Poor Nora.

She said, "He's watching me all the time."

But who? Who was she afraid of?

Well, she wouldn't say.

Do you still have the letter from the employment agency?

Nora said that she gave it to you.

I have no idea.

You know, if it was anywhere, it would be in that desk.

Mother never throws anything away.

Just a moment.

Oh!

The Marchot Employment Agency.

You know, I remember now.

I thought it was strange

That they should tell her that there was a job here.

So I kept this letter

just in case, well,

she proved less than satisfactory.

So you didn't write to them first?

Oh, no, no, I've never heard of them.

Oh.

These seem to be anagrams of different places around here.

I marked them on the map, but they're just dotted around all over the place.

Have you got a list of the order

in which the clues come in the poem?

I mean, what would happen if we put them in that order?

Now that would make...

The first one

being Ballymore, right?

Right.

And we don't count mine, so that's...

Michael's and Paddy's and there's yours too, Jessica.

That's right.

And there's Nora's and Fiona's

and that would be five.

It would really help if we had my mother's clue.

What we do have, though,

seems to lead right into these hills.

But where exactly?

But what about your clue?

Have you had any luck with your research on the Ogham?

The only thing I could make out

is that it seemed to be the Celtic word for tortoise.

- Hey, Breeta. - Hey.

Charles McCafferty told O'Dwyer

he didn't have enough to hold me on

so he better charge me or let me go.

- Good old Charlie. - Yeah.

Well, what about your fingerprints on the sword?

Ah, that was all nonsense.

I said I was often in the house

and could've handled at anytime.

And did you?

Who knows?

Did they tell you about Nora?

Yeah,

I wouldn't have wished her any harm, the poor creature.

But apparently she said I was the one who phoned Michael at the pub.

But you didn't?

I did not.

I didn't have my mobile phone with me

so I went to the box to call Breeta

but her mobile was switched off.

Well, we simply got to figure out where this treasure is

before someone else is murdered.

Well, lets hope that doesn't happen.

Breeta, you keep on working.

I'm gonna check something out.

Okay.

Did you want something?

- Oh. - Oh, sorry.

Did I startle you?

It's all right, I took everything out and put it away.

I must be getting jumpy.

There's a murderer about.

Now Fiona's gone into town

with Tom Molloy.

We're all alone.

Pretty frightening with all these murders.

And I think I know why you're here.

Good old Jessica.

Perhaps I should have listened to you.

Here.

Give that to Breeta, will you?

Thank you.

Hello?

Breeta?

Dear Jessica,

I think I've solved this.

Dad knew that I loved my tortoise.

It wasn't an anagram after all. It was a name.

Uisnech. Her name is Uisnech.

Paddy and I have gone to get the treasure.

It's on the road to Rathangan.

I know we'll find it. It's marked.

Love, Breeta.

"P.S., its proper name is Usnec, the Heart of Ireland,

but it's pronounced Uisnech. It's a hermit's cave!"

"Marchot."

Marchot, of course.

That's an anagram...

for MacRoth.

Oh, my God,

the fingerprints.

Oh, Breeta!

Yes, this is Jessica Fletcher.

I must speak to Inspector O'Dwyer.

I have an urgent message for him.

Say that Breeta Byrne is in grave danger.

She and Paddy Whelan have gone to the hermit's cave

at Uisnech Hill and I'm going to follow them there.

Do you understand?

Are you trying to kill yourself altogether?

I'm so sorry.

I need a lift urgently.

Are you going anywhere near Uisnech?

I've never heard of it. I'm going to Rathangan.

Well, that's good enough.

Can you go a little faster?

Don't ask me, ask the car.

Right here is fine.

I think I know where I'm going now.

Thank you very much.

Jessica?

What have you done with Paddy and Breeta?

What makes you think I've done anything with them?

You were at Rose Cottage earlier, weren't you?

Yes.

Well, I came by to accept grateful thanks

for securing Paddy's release and also

to see how you were getting on with the clues,

but luckily the door was open

and I realized that they had solved the puzzle.

Just then I heard someone coming.

I knew it wouldn't do to be found there,

so I quickly made my exit.

Fortunately, my car is a lot faster than Paddy's old van

and I was able to take a shortcut and get here first.

I even had time to leave them a note.

It said, "Well done, but you're not quite there yet.

There's another cave called Uisnech.

Keep looking, Eamon."

So Paddy and Breeta snapped up the note and left.

Leaving you to find the treasure?

Yeah.

Oh, no, you didn't really think I'd do them any harm, did you?

You murdered John Herlihy.

What?

Why on earth would I do that?

Because he wouldn't tell you where the treasure was,

and you were afraid that when he was drunk

he'd tell someone else.

And you murdered Michael Davis

because he saw you and was blackmailing you.

Really?

And how is it that they found Paddy Whelan's fingerprints

on the murder weapon?

Well, that's one of the things that gave you away;

I remembered that you kept the glass

with Paddy's fingerprints on it.

You said you like my work,

and I saw my book, "The Zero Aspect",

on the bookshelf in your office.

In that novel, the murderer used adhesive tape

to transfer the fingerprints of an innocent person

on to the murder weapon.

And I did all that because I wanted the treasure?

No,

not only that.

Mostly for revenge.

You're the lost boy.

I think you're Rose MacRoth's son.

What an extraordinary idea.

I don't even know who Rose MacRoth is.

I think you do.

I think that's why you keep that souvenir

of Connemara in your desk.

Kitty Murphy told me that Rose's son was born in Connemara.

Ah, it's a pure coincidence. I told you that was given to me.

By Nora!

She was Rose's sister, and you got her the job with the Byrnes.

That's nonsense. I told you she was already here when I came to Ballymore.

But that isn't true.

I have a letter from the employment agency

dated at least a year after you joined the firm.

I suspect that your fingerprints are on that letter,

and the name of the agency,

which doesn't exist, by the way, is Marchot,

which is an anagram of MacRoth.

You may have figured this out, Jessica,

but no one will believe you.

I think they will

when I tell them that you put Nora into the household

because you thought she could be useful

in watching the family.

But then...

Yes, poor aunt Nora.

I soon realized she was something of a liability

and tried to scare her into silence,

but when she found out about the...

About the murders,

you lured her to the church yard

and murdered her.

Just in time, too.

She'd have told you everything.

Charles,

there's no point in that.

Inspector O'Dwyer knows that I'm here!

But he doesn't know that I am.

The lost boy.

It sounds quite romantic, doesn't it, hmm?

Believe me,

when you're adoptive father is an abusive drunk

and the woman you've been told to call your mother

is cold or unfeeling,

you have plenty of time to plan revenge,

and that's what I did

on Eamon Byrne,

the father who abandoned me.

I planned to take it all away from him

and leave them with nothing.

And through some careful manipulation of the books

I did it!

I'm only sorry

that Eamon didn't live to see it.

Step over there, please.

Hold it right there!

Wait!

Put him in the car.

Mrs. Fletcher, are you all right?

Yes, I'll be fine.

Thank God you arrived.

Well, after the last time I left instructions

that any message from you, must be passed on to me immediately,

night or day.

Excuse me, Madam, does this belong to you?

Thank you, I'll take it.

It belongs to the Byrne Family.

Oh, Breeta, I'm so glad I got to know you.

Oh, if I had one wish only one.

You know, I really, really wish you could come to our wedding, Jessica.

Oh, so do I.

But I couldn't be happier for both of you.

I'm happy for you too, Breeta.

I never would have thought it would happen.

Oh, it would have really pleased Dad.

It would give me the greatest pleasure

if you would accept Rose Cottage

as my wedding present to you?

Oh, Jessica, you are wonderful.

Do you know that?

Thank you so much for that.

Thank you for everything.

God bless you, Jessica.

Thank you.

- Very much. - You're very welcome.

Isn't it time we had a look at the treasure?

Oh, I think Jessica should unwrap it.

Yes, good idea.

Well, if you're sure.

What a silver arm.

Jeez, it must be 1,000 years old.

It may be old, but it's beautiful.

Oh, how much do you think that's worth?

Look, Breeta, here's a Celtic Inscription.

It says,

"Happiness comes to all those who cherish others."

Oh.

Yeah.

Here we are.

- Breeta. - Oh, thanks, Paddy.

Here you go, Jessica.

Here's to the memory of Eamon Byrne

who did indeed cherish his family.

And who made the most of his second chance.

Aye.

Eamon!