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You want to know how I ended up here?

Actually, I blame my father.

See, when I was a kid, I idolized many heroes.

But two of them loomed larger.

One was my father.

Handsome.

And funny.

And I guess you could say mysterious.

Just me.

My other hero was my mom.

She was witty and glamorous with a heart of gold.

Oh, hey!

She made an art out of making a home.

Do you know what this is?

Do you know what this is?

Traditional Irish folk music!

Right out of Dublin, McRae. Come on.

They were crazy about each other.

We were the perfect family.

Until we weren't.

And to this day, over 30 years later,

I still haven't forgiven the cowardly shit waffle that beat up my mom and left

us to fend for ourselves.

And that's why I became a divorce lawyer.

You want my advice?

Trust no one.

Don't be fooled by charming narcissists.

They will use you and abuse you.

They will rip out your heart, throw it on the ground, and stomp on it until

there's nothing but a gooey, sticky mess.

Wow, wasn't that inspirational, right? Okay, does anyone?

Have any questions for Miss Fox?

Okay. Go ahead.

What's a shit waffle?

That is a shit talker who is also an asshole.

Okay.

Field trip is over.

Thank you so much for your visit.

That went rather well, don't you think?

You have certainly given them lots.

to discuss 15 years from now with their therapist.

Therapy has done wonders for me. I can tell.

But now we are celebrating Nancy Buchanan's alimony settlement.

To vengeance.

We won.

He poured a huge shot.

By the way, I booked your usual room, and Mom sent your favorite.

Excellent. You pick for me.

Oh, fun.

Okay. How about this guy?

Looking for long -term.

Path. Okay. Seeking life partner?

Path. Are you my soulmate? Hard path.

He looks nice.

You're terrible at this.

Oh, looks like you already have a date tonight.

Dave says he can't wait to see you.

Hmm? He loves you.

I know.

Forgot. Sure.

You could invest in stocks, bonds, mutual funds. You could.

My point is Bitcoin is a big screw you to the system.

Crypto empowers the little guy.

Whoa. Look how late it is.

Time to go bye -bye.

It's 930.

I'm like snoring by 10.

No.

I was thinking.

This time I'd stay the night.

Let's take this relationship to the next level. How's that sound?

Um... You gotta go.

You gotta go, Dave.

Sorry.

How is Dave?

Ah, Dave.

Dave is finito. Done like dinner.

I thought he might be boyfriend material.

Boyfriend material? What am I, 14?

What's on for this morning?

A new client, contested divorce, and this came in the mail for you today?

You open it.

Might have anthrax.

I... Stop.

I've made a lot of enemies.

Is there anything else?

I thought that's from Wicklow, Ireland, which is random.

What? Yeah.

Is it the bad omen? Because I feel like this

is a bad omen.

It's fine.

Everything is perfectly fine.

Okay, great. I'm going to go get the broom and some sage and, um...

Remember that your meeting is with... Marjorie Westmiller, 15 minutes. Gotcha.

And Lady Justice bites the dust.

You've reached Declan Murphy Accounting. Please leave a message.

It's Fiona, your daughter.

I got your package.

I don't know what this is all about, but after 30 years of no word, Declan, if

you want to talk to me, you... Dad?

Who's your dad, love?

Declan Murphy?

He left a message for you.

He left me a message? Why didn't he just call me?

The message is... Blackbeard holds the key to the

treasure.

What? Why are you whispering?

I think mysteries are best left whispered.

Hello?

And so it goes.

How's that?

It is perfect. Thank you. Good, good. I'll get Aaron to wrap that up for you.

Have a happy retirement party. Oh, thanks, Mary.

Hey, retirement party?

Yeah, a dozen English professors.

You know, jacked up on sugar deconstructing. Dickinson's going to be

What's up?

Well, this was delivered to my office.

What is it?

Well, that's Declan's handwriting, isn't it?

It might be. Well, that's the number to his accounting firm in Wicklow.

I heard his voice on his answering machine. You called him?

Oh, V, I don't know about this. I mean, after all this time, I'll finally be

able to live out my lifelong fantasy of tearing him a new one.

No, I just... We don't know what kind of man he's become or what he might be

messed up in.

I just...

Let it go.

Honey, just forgive him for... Well, I don't forgive him. I don't forgive him

for leaving us. It was 30 years ago. I don't forgive him for never coming back.

Why would you want him back? The man was a train wreck. I don't want him back. I

want to look him in the eye and ask him how he could leave me, us, and on my

goddamn 10th birthday. I can't deal with this right now.

Some things are just not worth knowing.

Mom.

Oh, I have a customer, not no fee.

Oh, wait.

Don't. We'll talk tomorrow. Somehow I doubt that. Oh,

unbelievable.

Bye,

Mom.

I wish I was a fisherman, tumbling on the sea.

Thank you.

What do you mean? You're in Ireland.

I took the red eye. I had to.

What about your appointment?

I'll only be here for a day.

I just want to track down Declan and interrogate his ass until he tells me

he suddenly metamorphosed into a complete jackass on my 10th birthday.

Okay, what about the mystery locker photo?

There better be a Turbo Clash Deluxe action figure in there.

A what?

Uh, nothing.

I'll text you later.

Welcome to Wicklow, Fiona.

I've been expecting you.

I bet you weren't expecting this.

Holy Christ!

This one's got an arm on her.

Fiona! Meet Fiona.

I got her to replace you.

Look at her go!

What the fuck?

Miss, we've arrived at your hotel.

Oh.

Oh, thank you, sir. There you go.

What's the combination?

Well, I could tell you, but I'd have to kill me. Wait a minute. Is my birthday

present in here?

The cabbage fat doll, yeah?

The turbo classic deluxe warrior action figure.

I'll tell you what.

Get the combination and the treasure shall be yours.

the party.

Because of course he is.

Do you know where I might find Declan?

He's in the back room.

Thank you.

Is it protected?

Yes.

Brilliant. I'm down for the loo.

Keep an eye on him, will you?

You never know who's going to come along for a last swing.

Okay.

My son always knew how to take a lady's breath away.

Keep breath, darling.

I don't want to have to scrape you off the floor if you pass out.

You're Jekyll's mother.

I'm sure as hell not his father.

He's Adora Murphy.

And you are.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Let's get you something wet to dry those tears.

This must be very hard for you.

Do you have other family here to support you?

I do. My two other children, Finn and Luna.

Did Declan have family of his own? A wife?

Children? No, he never gave me grandchildren.

And he never married me, just as well, really.

He was charming and great fun, but he was far from perfect.

Do you live here now, in Ireland?

No, I live in Los Angeles.

Los Angeles?

Oh. My son was there for a while.

That's a long way to come for a funeral.

Well, Declan was...

Diligent in maintaining my account.

His diligence made you cross the Atlantic and weep on his coffin.

I always wished I'd gotten to know him on a more personal level.

You wished you got to know your accountant on a more personal level.

That sounds weird, doesn't it?

What do you think?

Undercover guard?

Una, why would the Gardaí go undercover at Declan's Wake?

We both know Deca the dark side.

Yeah.

Would you who doesn't?

I don't.

Excuse me.

I'm going to spend some time with my son before they put him in the ground.

Oh, I'm sorry for

your loss. Thank you.

Miss Smith, you're a long way from home.

Yeah. All right, you maniacs, pipe down.

I know you're all enjoying the food and the drinks and the wit, but...

We've lost one hell of a good man, and it's time we honoured Declan Murphy.

In that spirit, I offer this melody of which he was especially

fond.

Guess who just got back today?

Them wild -eyed boys who'd been away hadn't changed.

Had much to say.

But man, I still think them cats are crazy.

They were asking if you were around.

How you was.

Where you could be found.

Told them you were living downtown.

Drive.

really know anyone here, so... Well, you could stick around and get to know it.

I would, but I'm jet -lagged and I've got to get back to the hotel. I have a

flight tomorrow.

You're not sticking around for Declan's funeral?

I think I've paid my respects tonight.

Still, surely, you want to visit Ireland's highest waterfall.

It's got all this water and it's sort of...

You know.

Falling? Yeah.

Yeah.

Falling. Yeah.

Why am I back there like a moron?

Not a moron. Just maybe the world's worst tour guide.

Oh.

What's my ride?

Nice to meet you.

Sorry about your father, Fiona, but at least you got some closure, right?

I met my relatives.

Oh, were they surprised to see you?

Well, I didn't tell them who I am.

Why not?

Because they're strangers and I'm never going to see them again.

Plus, Declan didn't care enough to tell them I exist, so why should I?

Well, I mean, that whispering lady on the phone kind of knew about you. Yeah.

What was that all about?

Why tell some rando about me but not the rest of my family?

Was he ashamed of me?

Well, no, there's no possible world in which a father would be ashamed of a

daughter like you. I mean, obviously Declan had issues, and his motives are a

complete mystery.

Yeah, I guess you're right. Speaking of mysteries, I spent all night doing,

like, reverse image searches on that locker photo.

Tess, you've got to get out more.

I know.

I was just trying to, like, think like you, you know, analyze it for clues.

Find anything?

I see a decal, a cartoon maybe, and some letters.

It's kind of fuzzy.

Can you sharpen the focus?

Oh, my God.

It's an address, or at least a location.

Okay.

Text me the address, book me a rental car, and change my return flight to the

day after tomorrow.

I thought we weren't playing your dad's little game.

It could be dangerous.

I laugh at danger.

I'm sure I'll be fine.

All right, I guess I forgot who I was talking to.

Bye.

Okay, bye.

Have you seen the new Summer Hill gym?

They've got treadmills, battle ropes, rowing machines.

It's all brand new at Day of the Art, man.

Looking for a sparring partner?

I was.

Changed your plan.

Didn't expect to see you here.

Yeah, me either.

Why do you have Declan's briefcase?

He wanted me to have it.

Why would he want a stranger to have it?

I'm not a stranger.

He sent me this.

And, uh, this key.

You're Fiona.

He told you about me?

He said the less people who knew about you, the safer you'd be.

From what?

Not really sure.

But I know you're a secret he kept close to his heart.

Still, he told you about me.

Why? He trusted me.

Knew I wouldn't run my mouth.

I mean we.

We had our disagreements, but still, we were tight.

Kind of like a father to me.

Wish he'd been more of a father to me.

I'm sorry.

How did you guys meet?

I, uh, I boxed.

Semi -pro.

Declan used to bet on me.

You must be good then. Nah, I'm shite.

Then why did he bet on you? Because he was an even worse gambler.

He'd swear by the same lucky numbers every time.

Swear even louder every time he lost.

But honestly, I think he believed in me.

You know?

Fatherless and confused is a shite way to grow up.

How did he die?

He went over the cliffs at Ballybunion.

He fell?

Fell. Jumped, some say.

Was he depressed?

Your dad was like a rollercoaster, up and down.

A suicide.

I don't buy it.

Did he leave a note?

None.

And Declan loved having the last word, so I highly doubt he planned on dying

that day.

I think it was an accident.

You know, he liked his whiskeys and, you know, those cliffs are treacherous.

Why was he out there?

Was he alone?

I don't know, Fiona.

He said he liked going out there to...

To clear his head and look across the sea.

I think something was weighing on him lately.

You know?

I suspect you aren't the only secret he kept.

We don't belong to this same boat.

This is stormy shit.

We all belong to this one road.

It's up to you to get there.

We don't belong to this same boat.

This is stormy shit.

Excuse me, sir.

Hiya, star.

Sorry, do you speak English?

Yeah, I do indeed.

And who might you be?

Sorry, Fiona.

Wiley.

Can I help you?

Yeah.

I didn't know the fella, but I'd see him here on occasion.

He'd be just standing, looking over the sea.

Was he always alone?

He was when I saw him.

But I'm not here 24 -7, so who the hell knows?

Surely not me.

You reckon he was here meeting friends?

I have no idea.

I barely knew the man.

You barely knew your own dad?

That's a bleeding chair.

Yeah.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?

I just want to go home. I'm so done with Ireland.

Where are you from?

Los Angeles.

Makes sense.

And you're a lawyer?

Yep.

So we're like law and order.

We should pair up.

He was about 5 '9". He was wearing all black.

He had a scar on the back of his right hand.

And he had a toothbrush sticking out of his eye.

Why did he have a toothbrush sticking out of his eye? Because I stuck it

Okay.

Hotel... Burglaries are fairly common, but they usually occur when you're out

the room. It's not a burglary if they don't take anything.

He left my wallet, my phone, my jewelry.

So, you think he just came in to mess shit up?

It's weird, right?

Hi, Mom.

Where have you been?

Don't freak out, but I'm in Ireland.

I had to come here to find out what he wanted.

And? Well, the joke's on me.

He's dead.

He's what? He's dead.

No.

Cry over my deadbeat dad?

Don't tell me how to feel, Fiona.

I couldn't be with your father, but make no mistake, I... I loved him.

I guess part of me always just hoped that, you know... What?

How did he die?

They say he fell off a cliff.

I think he was murdered.

What?

I was attacked in my hotel room.

Fiona!

Are you hurt?

Listen to me. You come home now.

Mom, I'm fine.

You know what was in that stupid locker?

His old briefcase. His briefcase.

Get rid of that.

Okay, throw that in the river.

Why?

Because... Because there's more to this than you know. He beat

the shit out of you. Why are you protecting him?

Beat me?

Teclan never laid a hand on me.

I saw the bruises, Mom.

Oh, my God, Fiona.

That's what you thought all these years? No, it wasn't like that at all.

Please just come home, and I will explain it to you. You tell me now.

Time's up.

Oh, Fiona, damn it.

Hi.

Okay.

The night your father left, these men came to the house and they

trashed the place and they roughed me up.

What did they want?

Declan was into some dodgy shit. You know, like gambling and money laundering

and loan sharks. He was up to his neck in debt.

to some very dangerous men and um they came to collect on that debt

why didn't you tell me because we made a vow to each other

that um i would never

tell you about his demons and he would clean up his act and come back

to us

waiting but that day never arrived we

were just trying to protect you I have to go I'll call you later

Guess the combination and the treasure shall be yours.

Listen. Everything in this briefcase is evidence.

What? Evidence against the criminals.

tore me from my family.

But they're starting to suspect me.

They?

If they get to me, who knows what they'll do to the people I love.

If anything happens to me, it was not an accident.

The truth is, Fiona, I... Dexter, come on.

Let's call them.

Occupied!

the only secret he kept.

If anything happens to me, it was not an accident.

The truth is, Fiona, that is the truth.

That is the question that has bedeviled far greater minds than mine, I'm afraid.

Yeah.

Boarding pass, please.

Flight 1963 to Los Angeles.

Now departing. Please fasten your seatbelt.

Take me to Wicklow. One way or another, I'm going to see you. I want to meet

you, meet you, meet you, meet you one day.

Maybe next week I'm going to meet you.

I'm going to meet you. I'll meet you.

I'll get you. I'll get you.