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Sergeant Claude, someone killed my father. Just watch.

Hello, Fiona.

Glad you cracked the code. That it?

Well, there was more.

But the techie at the phone shop said that the file was corrupted.

Corrupted? It got wet.

Got wet?

I dropped it in the toilet.

You dropped it?

In the toilet?

The point is, there was more to the video.

And Declan said that if anything happened to him, it was not an accident.

How could he know he'd be murdered if he was still alive when he recorded it?

Riddle me that.

After he recorded it, he fell off a cliff.

You don't find that a little suspicious?

We investigated this thoroughly.

His friends and family said that your father had been pure squirrely of late.

Now, I'm sorry for your loss, but whether by accident or intent, Declan

authored his own demise.

Appropriately named.

Our Sergeant Claude.

Claude. I was in, done with a chunk of mud.

You took my statement at the hotel?

Garda Roisin, Doherty.

Listen, I know what it's like to have someone treat you like you're a moron.

Well, I don't think that he was treating me like a moron. Oh, no, that was

absolutely his, uh, feck off, you moron look.

I believe you.

Then help me.

I was hoping you'd ask.

A spool of calculator tape, one airplane boarding pass dated 2022,

a box of cigarillos, a horseshoe,

one sports glove, and what looks to be a

diary. Dear Fiona, it's your sweet

16th. My little Fifi.

I bet you're lovelier. Give me that.

I glanced through it. It's just a bunch of sappy bullshit he wrote to me over

the years.

And what's all this alleged to be evidence of?

Well, Declan claimed to be investigating some kind of criminal activity in

Wicklow.

Yeah, sounds far -fetched. I know.

If you didn't trust him, why did you come the whole way to Ireland?

I came here to give him a piece of my mind.

And then I got here, and surprise, he's dead. So now I've got this, whatever

this is to deal with.

Then let's deal with it.

I live for solving mysteries, and Claude won't let me within a country mile of

one. So where do you want to start?

Well, you could check police records, see if there's anything on Declan, and

this somewhere safe.

Done. Okay.

So, what you up to later?

Of course, yeah.

More on.

Fiona, you thought you'd be back in L .A. by now?

I made it as far as the airport, but I couldn't get on that plane.

A poem in honor of our dearly departed Declan.

Let thy joys alone be remembered now.

Let thy sorrows go sleep awhile.

Or if thoughts' dark cloud come o 'er thy brow, let love Light it up with

his smile.

Unwritten rules.

Now,

read the other players.

I have a great hand.

See?

She protects us.

Including closet monsters?

Against everything.

Oh, joy alone should be thought of now.

Let our sorrows go sleep a while. Or should...

You heard me. Can I get ten boxes of your finest jumbo magneto tampons? You

know the ones with the deluxe platinum applicators?

If I could get that urgently delivered to Garda Roisin Doherty.

Roisin, did you call the right number?

Never mind. Moving on. I checked our files.

Your dad has no criminal record, but he did go a bit batshit at the race cork

about a week ago.

To find back to it. He stole a horse and assaulted a jockey named Oscar

Rafferty. They got the horse back and Rafferty declined to press charges.

Oh, fuck. Oh.

Okay, got it. I'll call you later.

No shame in being a woman, Claude.

I was your father's assistant.

Minerva Quilligan.

I spoke with you on the phone.

I have so many questions.

Well, now is not the time.

We're heading over for the reading of Declan's Will.

You should come.

I don't think I can sit in a room with a family that doesn't know I exist and

listen to my dad's last will and testament being read. He wanted you to

there.

He was an unconventional man.

Come or don't come.

It's your choice.

To my brother Finn.

I leave my 1999 Cork Rebels All -Ireland Hurling Championship jersey, a garment

he shamelessly coveted with unabashed longing.

Cheers, Deco. The household furnishings can be divided amongst my family members

as they see fit.

I claim the credenza. I'm not having that month's subsidy in my house, ma

Except for the credenza, which I leave to my dear sister, Una.

Ah, Jesus.

I win.

Please. Now, my cottage on lockdown, I leave... You don't get a cottage on

lockdown. Yes.

I leave to Miss Fiona Fox.

Why would he give a cottage to an overseas client?

He must have been giving her the ride.

What?

Slipping her the lad.

Burn the bishop.

Bumpin' ugly?

Oh, Finn, stop.

No.

None of that.

Declan was... Declan was my father.

What?

Oh, no.

Deco didn't have a daughter. He did.

He swore me to secrecy.

If I had a grandchild, my son would have told me. You do have a grandchild.

Declan raised me till the day I turned ten.

I took my mom's name, but I was born Fiona Murphy.

Her brother's child.

Never thought I'd see the day.

Oh, my God.

It's like a piece of him is still with us, don't you think, Mom?

What are you saying?

Foxglove Abby.

Just outside of town? No, no, no. We can't have that. You'll move in with us.

That's so kind of you.

Thank you.

But I'm comfortable where I am. Thank you.

What the?

Hey, beautiful.

I remember you.

And you are? Like, sweeter.

You know Chicklet shouldn't race tomorrow.

He's in no shape. Oscar, he's going to race today, please.

You're racing him into the ground.

But you're going to sell him anyway.

And who's going to buy him in this condition?

It can't be fake and burgess.

They sell pimples for prom queen, that.

Oscar Rafferty?

This isn't over.

Trouble?

Different of opinion.

How may I help you?

Well, you might have known my father, Declan Murphy.

Knew the name.

Knew the face.

Don't know what the hell inspired him to box my pan in last week.

Regardless, I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I'm just trying to understand his state of mind.

Let me first say, I love Horton.

Which is why I was baffled when he accused me of all people.

I've been a horse murderer.

He said that? He rides off with chicklets here and he bellows out, you

horse murderer.

Thank you for your time.

Mm -hm.

Hi, Una.

Yeah, I'm fine. You?

You did what?

Brian at Foxgloves, a dear friend.

When I heard you were attacked in your room, I went straight away and gathered

your luggage.

This home is a refuge for Murphy women.

Stay as long as you like.

I really don't want to impose.

You'd rather waste a ton of money on a posh hotel than stay for free with us

strangers. Mother, you're no stranger.

You're a Murphy.

Let me help.

I really appreciate the hospitality, Isadora. My daughter offered the

hospitality, not me.

I clearly have no say in the matter.

That's not a teacup.

It doesn't belong there.

Well, where does it belong?

Clearly not with the feckin' tea cupboard.

Just sit down and stop mucking with the order of things.

Mother.

She's not just grieving the loss of her son.

She's furious he never told her she had a grandchild.

He deprived her of the chance to watch you grow up.

She blames me for that?

Please be patient with her.

Her life hasn't been easy.

But she cherishes her children.

At 15, she raised Declan by herself.

They wanted to ship her baby off to America.

But instead, she raised him on her own.

She married my dad years later and had Finn and I, but... Declan...

She fought hard to keep that baby.

And now he's gone, she's...

And now you're here.

And I know we're a lot.

But I'm so glad you're here, Fiona.

She'll come round.

Please stay.

It is overwhelming meeting all of you and finding out that my dad

may have been murdered.

Murdered? No, darling.

That's no road to go down.

That only leads to darkness.

And you... Believe that he fell?

Mental illness is not a term I use lightly.

But Declan fought some demons.

Mainly depression.

You think he killed himself?

Mother won't agree.

She's agonized over the possibility of foul play having something to do with

Declan's death.

Suicide's a far more likely scenario.

I met Rafferty. Jackie.

Declan accused him of being a horse murderer.

Did a bit of digging myself. There was an incident in the 90s. One of

horses died.

A broken leg or something?

No. It's, uh... 1998.

Bonnet Ben went missing from his pen.

A ransom request was made. The owner paid it. But two weeks later, Bonnet Ben

showed up dead in Knockin' on a Bog.

Oh, we saw me that.

Sure. There's an entire showcase dedicated to him at a Aynborough

It's a horrible story.

Horse racing is cutthroat.

Those dodgy types do love to jab their finger in the pie.

You know a lot about horse racing?

I know a lot about dodgy types.

I grew up in the factory district surrounded by colourful...

Characters, which is just a nice way of saying that I grew up in the slums,

surrounded by dirtbags.

So you know something about criminal minds?

Uh, hell yeah.

Mandy Patinkin, a special agent Jason Gideon.

To catch a criminal, you have to think like one.

So Benedict Ben was stolen and killed.

And Declan left me this.

Good luck, Charm.

Perhaps not for the horse that wore it.

Why did I buy a manor with six bedrooms just to have them sit empty?

She's your own blood and she belongs here with us.

Every time I see that woman, I think of my dead son.

And I wonder why he never told me I had a grandchild.

My heart... Cracks open.

Do you think it's true that he killed himself?

Or was he murdered?

Ma 'am, we all know the state he was in.

He was despondent, delusional.

Oh, no. Someone did this to him. I know.

I feel it in my bones.

What would be in Halfton that made someone want to kill him? Ma 'am, you

let this go.

The Gardaí found no evidence of wrongdoing.

Do you mean Sergeant Plott? That gobshite couldn't find evidence if it

over and pissed in his point.

Eve's dropping, are you?

No, I just got home.

Isadora, I did overhear, and I'm with you. I don't think he killed himself.

I ask your opinion on the matter?

You didn't know, my son.

And whose fault was that?

He abandoned me when I was ten.

Dear Fiona, I've squandered many lonely hours reminiscing over adventures we

had.

I wonder if you recall those days as fondly as I do.

I don't think this is what they mean by take your daughter to work day. Ah, come

on, P.

If work's a way of making money, this qualifies, you know?

Do horses like horse racing?

Dad?

Come on!

Dad, do they like racing?

Ask me after the race, P.

Come on!

Dear Fiona, this was a tragic day.

A glorious creature was done dirty.

I watched as his once magnificent form was dredged from the muck, all the while

cursing the fiend who dealt him this cruel fate.

Man is easily the most beastly of God's creations.

You were there.

That's one cracking irritant.

What do you think?

Wow.

This is paradise.

I don't understand him.

I spent all these years thinking he'd forgotten about me and then he leaves me

this.

He loved you.

And he wanted you to know that.

A phone call would have sufficed.

Don't you want to go inside?

I don't get the keys till probate's done.

All right, well, we'll save it for another day.

Do I strike you as a particularly patient woman?

Give me a boost.

Did you forget about me?

Never.

Always hurting for money.

Must have saved up for years.

Gorgeous.

Can't believe he hid this from me.

From everybody.

Well, I guess he hid a lot of things.

Which horse did you pick this time?

Pookalicious?

What's a puka?

It's a magical pony from Irish folklore.

Why do you think he'll win?

I don't.

The thing about luck is it comes when you don't expect it.

Can you drop me off at the racetrack?

Yeah, of course.

You've been so kind to me.

My heart still aches after all these years.

Bannock's pen was a gift from my parents after my brother Benji died.

Siobhan Dunman.

It was wonderful to meet you, Fiona.

You know my name.

Word travels fast in Wicklow.

I heard about your father.

My condolences.

Thank you. I'm sorry about your brother and your horse.

Tragedy seems to target my family.

We're blessed in many ways.

I'm not a race person myself.

I'm just here to support the charity.

I do like a car rally.

Cars don't die.

They just rust away.

Was that the last photo taken of him?

It was.

That race was a shit show.

False starts and collisions.

Crater booked calls to pile up.

Crater booked?

The horse that came in last.

Poor thing should never have raised.

Can I get you a drink?

Me? No, children, no.

In lieu of a family, I have a family business.

Donovan bread and whiskey.

And that bouncing barley baby keeps me up all night just the same.

You? No.

No kids either.

Leo Travers is rich, smart and charming.

Wicklow women throw themselves at him.

And who are you?

Fiona Fox.

Leo Travers.

Oh, you've been talking about me.

It's one of my favorite topics.

Fiona is in Ireland to attend her father's funeral, Leo.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

But hey, if you need a little cheering up, Siobhan's got my number.

I do not have his number.

You know

that guy?

Patsy Burgess.

Makes my skin crawl.

In fact, he owned Crater Booked.

So, someone kidnapped your horse, held it for ransom, got paid,

and then still killed him?

Why are you so interested in this?

Well, Declan accused this jockey... Oscar.

He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Well, then who killed your horse?

My family have prospered. And with that come people who resent you.

Hmm.

Siobhan Donovan mentioned another horse named Crater Booked.

Siobhan Donovan?

Don't even bread and whiskeys.

I'm impressed you managed to befriend such a fancy lady so quickly. Why?

Because people of Wicklow would kill to be chummy with the Donovan.

They've got the fame, the wealth, the prestige.

They're like the Kardashians, but without the drama and butt fillers.

Do you know this guy?

Patsy Burgess.

dodgy with an aftershave. You'd smell him two towns over.

I think he's got something to do with this.

I want to know more about Crater Booked. Check the online thoroughbred registry.

Ping? Hmm.

Uh -huh.

So it looks like Crater Booked lost every race he ever entered.

And after the Bannocked Ben race...

What?

What what?

He was sold to a foreign buyer for 850 ,000 euros.

Why would anyone shell out that large for a horse with such a shite track

record?

Pull up a picture of Bannocked Ben on your phone.

They're like twinsies.

What if the horse in the bog wasn't that I'd been?

Do you know where I can get some pepper spray?

Whoa there, cowboy.

You're in America now.

As an officer of the law, it is my duty to inform you that it is, in fact,

illegal to carry weapons in Ireland.

Thank you.

Well, where are you going?

As an officer of the law, it's best you don't know.

You're lucky I'm on my lunch break.

What are you supposed to be, a fucking ninja?

I was just going... Not much concern where you're going, what you're doing,

you are. Couldn't give a rat's ass.

Not even supposed to know you exist.

Isadora, can we call a truce?

I know you've lived through a lot, and you're one tough lady.

You take no shit.

Part of me wonders what it would be like to have a take -no -shit Irish grandma.

I miss my son.

Join your granny in a glass of red clover. Your dad bought it for me last

Christmas.

Of course.

I'm sorry I lied to you about Declan being my accountant.

I'd known I'd have been pure insufferable, crowing to everyone about

granddaughter, the California lawyer.

Yep.

On the video, he was like, they're bad guys after me, Fiona, and it's your

job to fucking save the world.

My granddaughter has a freaking mouth on her, and so do you.

What's wrong?

I missed all your birthdays.

I could have been there.

I could have spoiled you rotten.

There'll be so many more. You can spoil me rotten then.

On my 10th birthday, my dad was suddenly gone.

And my mom tried so hard to smile while she sang happy birthday.

to dress up like a movie star every day.

But after that, he loved my mom.

She's so beautiful and ferocious.

And when my dad was good,

You have us now.

Mm -hmm.

I'd love to meet your ma.

Right now, I think a night's sleep would do us both a power of good.

You go to sleep, and I will put everything away.

Good night,

Fiona.

Good night, Isadora.

Shit.

Marjorie Westmore.

Mrs. Westmuller.

Tess? Hello.

Uh -oh. Did you forget what time our meeting was?

And why are you in the dark?

Because that's where the magic happens, Margie.

The magic with which I am going to renegotiate your divorce settlement with

stingy old Bernard.

My ex -husband's name is Brian.

Right. Of course.

Have no fear. Fiona is going to bring you the Benjamins.

Yeah. Are you drunk?

Maybe. But I'm also the best divorce attorney in L .A. So let's take a stroll

down memory lane, shall we?

Remember when I advised you not to sign his NDA?

Remember when you disclosed that Brian had this creative interpretation of

corporate tax law?

stunned to find out that um call girls and cocaine were business

expenses or he could pay you what you want so relax mrs

westmiller i'm gonna make it rain is

she breaking into a building

You were taken from Bannock's bin after he won the race.

And you, Declan, took you from Crater Booked.

After they found you in the bog.

Ah, don't sweat it.

I pulled your scam loads of times.

The champ will be shipped to your stud ranch and the dud, chickens, will be

disposed of in his place.

It's simple.

Yes, that's right.

Firestorm is on his way.

to kill you run go chiclets run run go are you step

away from the horse i know what you're doing that's too bad for you isn't it

stay back yeah well last chance oh scary

you're gonna pay

for this

It's actually pretty simple.

Patsy was going to put chiclets in the bog to make it look like Barnstormer had

been killed.

And then he was going to sell them to an international buyer for a fuckload of

money and collect insurance for both of them. So you're saying that Patsy

Burgess stole his own horses in order to enact this elaborate ruse?

Mm -hmm.

Go sleep it off, Ms. Murphy.

Declan knew that this was happening.

And he was trying to do something about it. While you sat on your ass for

decades doing nothing.

You may have died for it. So don't patronize me for doing your job.

Sir, she overheard Burgess bragging that he'd run this scam numerous times.

We should investigate it.

Bollocks. You can't prove Patsy did any of this.

That would be Bannocked Ben in Saudi Arabia.

Bannocked Ben spent a few years racing for a Saudi Arabian billionaire, then

retired at the lucrative tax write -off on said billionaire's luxurious 500

-acre ranch.

Declan was going to expose him.

Patsy Burgess killed him to cover up his crimes.

I mean, I don't have any evidence, but...

Patsy Burgess will get what's coming to him.

Are you going to bring Bannock to Ben's home?

Maybe I shouldn't.

He's an old fella and he looks like he's living his best life in retirement.

But speaking of horses, the guardie found chicklets in a nearby pasture.

I'm taking him.

Can I visit him?

Please do.

I'm sure he'd love to see the woman who saved his life.

Dysfunctional families are hardly the exception to the rule.

Yeah.

I thought my father was awesome because he was life of the party and he was

basically my best friend.

But then he was so carefree that he pissed off and never came back.

My father believed there was no act of childhood malfeasance that a good smack

in the arse couldn't rectify.

There's so many ways for a parent to mess up a child.

Can I give you a lift?

Oh, yeah. No, thank you. My aunt just left up the road.

Till next time? Yeah.

Bye.

Have a good night.

Stay calm.

Bye.

Evening, love.

Welcome to the bog, Fiona.

What's this for?

It's for killing cows.

Works on horses, too.

And nosy little lawyers.

What do you want?

I'll tell you what I want.

I want your family to find your bloated corpse floating in the knocking on a

bog.

That's what I want.

Sit up, Yonah.

You don't belong here, Yonah.

First

and

last warning.

Go back to L .A.