All language subtitles for Irish Blood s01e02

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.