All language subtitles for Relic Hunter S01e11 Irish Crown Affair

The enemy has been vanquished.

To the glory of Ireland!

To the glory of our beloved king!

It's a great victory.

At what cost? In lives, in blood.

All we wish is to live in our own land
in peace, free of invaders.

You have served me well in battle, Hugh
O'Donnell.

Now join me in prayer.

We pray for forgiveness and for
consolation.

You must pray for me.

My liege.

Guard the crown until a rightful
successor is found.

Promise me you'll do that for the good
of our Ireland.

It shall be done, my liege.

It

shall

be done.

Reckoning a lot. Four times a week.

Not enough.

We'll see about that.

Adjust your parent.

Guard up.

Thanks. Go on. Thank you.

It has to be better than that.

How about this, then? Are you sure I
won't be interrupted?

Don't worry. She's always fencing or
boxing or swimming or something.

I don't know why.

Cool move.

Where'd you learn that?

Belize. Is that next to Pizza Heaven on
Pine?

No.

Across from the beer barrel downtown.

Uh, why don't you hit the showers,
Brent?

Hi.

I bet you're still away at Harvard.

I had to see you.

Sounds serious.

I need your help, Sidney.

Brent, is it?

Yeah.

Claudia.

No, Brent.

No, me, Claudia. You, Brent.

Right. You've got a great butt, Brent.

Yeah, I work out a lot.

You know, I take long lunches.

Really.

Monday and Wednesday, I usually
concentrate on cardio, but that's just

health. But weight, though, it's really
important, and I like to... Ben?

Hit the showers.

Yeah.

Have you ever heard of the crown of King
Brian Boru?

Uh, crown of the last king of Ireland?
It's been lost for a thousand years.

I might know where it is.

And a friend of mine might be dead
because of it.

How's your dad?

Fine. A little grouchy.

This is a surprise.

Our fathers were good friends.

Sidney was like a big sister to me.

Tell me about your friend.

Sean Banning.

I've never actually met him, except on
the internet.

No, no, no, not like that. Not one of
those... Chat rooms that's devoted

entirely to the purpose of talking,
weren't she?

Well, we're both PhD students. He's at
Trinity College in Dublin.

He mentioned that he'd come across an
ancient poem that had a clue about the

missing crown.

What makes you think something might
have happened to this Sean Banning? He

being followed. Then his house was
ransacked. Then nothing.

I mean, no more emails.

I have a phone number for him, but
there's never any answer.

The whole thing could be a hoax. Maybe
there is no poem.

It arrived a few days ago with a note.

Where did he find this?

At a flea market just outside Dublin.

Please keep this safe for me. I fear for
my life. Sean.

Don't worry.

We'll take care of everything.

Thank you.

My Gaelic's a little rusty.

It's actually middle Gaelic. Much older.

The symbol of Irish honour is our crown.

Into foreign hands it did not fall. The
protector O'Donnell did take it.

And still the O'Donnells heed the call.

The king's right -hand man was Hugh
O'Donnell. But when the English invaded

Ireland, the O'Donnells' descendants
swore loyalty to the hated English king,

Henry II.

The O'Donnells have been branded as
traitors ever since.

They may not have been.

What makes you say that?

Toward the end, it says when the real
story is told, the O'Donnells shall lose

the shame of old. Yeah, but the real
ending is missing.

These poems usually have 21 lines. This
one only has 17.

The last four lines of the poem hold the
secret to where the crown is. I think

so.

But all I really care about is Sean.

Will you help me?

Yes, of course.

Okay, so you two check on Sean. I'll go
to the flea market and see what I can

dig up. Okay.

This is

the

building. I hope he's okay.

There's no sign of any trouble.

I'm warning you.

One false move and I'll shoot.

Well, in that case, perhaps you should
release the safety catch.

Safety catch.

Where's that?

You must be Sean Banning. Oh, no.

Sean is muscular and athletic with curly
hair.

He sent you a photo?

Well, no, but on the internet he... I've
got muscles.

They're just temporarily obscured.

Anyway, who are you to? What are you
doing in my home? Sean, it's me.

Molly!

Molly!

He didn't return my calls. I was so
worried.

Did you get Paul?

Yes, don't worry. It's safe.

Who's this, then?

This is Nigel.

He came over with my friend Sydney.

They're going to help us.

Oh, it's been treacherous since the
break -in.

I've been taking every precaution I can.

Is that why you left the door unlocked?

I've been hiding out in my own house.

It's not that I'm a coward or anything.

It's just that I'm... Petrified.

Careful. Sean, do you have any idea
who's been following you, who ransacked

house? No.

Have you been to the police?

I was afraid if word got out about the
poem, it might attract even more

attention.

The poem refers to the O'Donnells.

That should be our starting point. Yeah,
the head of the clan lives here in

Dublin. The O'Donnells. Traitors they
are.

I'd better come with you.

They'll probably put up a resistance,
but I can beat it up.

Sean, Sean.

Maybe you should stay here.

You could be in danger going out.

Right.

Thanks.

Looks like the O'Donnells have gone down
a bit in the world.

It's hard to lose the label of traitor.

Excuse me, we're looking for Michael
O'Donnell. Would you know if he's home?

Yes, indeed.

Seldom leave.

You're a crusty old bugger. I don't
think you really want to be talking to

We'll be deciding who we want to talk to
and who we don't, thank you.

I'm sure that's true. I'm just telling
you'd be much better off talking to me.

If I need my car repaired, I'll talk to
you.

Until then... I'm Michael O'Donnell.

What's your business here?

Uh, Mr. O'Donnell, sorry to call
unannounced. My name is Nigel Bailey.

I'm, uh... Get to the point! What do you
want?

We'd like to ask you about your
ancestors, Hugh and Liam O'Donnell and

Brian Boru. If you could just spare us a
few minutes. I could spare your

greeting with this for trespassing.

You've got one minute to get off my
property before I call the police or see

your departure, please.

Taxi! It would be much better off
talking to me.

And you, get that bucket of bolts out of
my driveway before I have the towing

company do it for you.

That's just a temporary dead end. We
come into them all the time. And he's

to have an assistant like you.

Nigel's more like a partner.

Really? Really?

I mean, really.

Many of the time when he's come up with
just the right idea at just the right

time. Yes, well, I'm definitely the
junior partner.

Still, it has taken me, us, all over the
world a few scrapes with death.

You get used to the danger.

I'd love to hear all about it.

Really?

You didn't find anything at the flea
market?

A really cool Celtic cloth.

Nothing that related to the bomb.

Oh, we didn't order.

I could just see Mr. O'Donnell.

Maybe the old geezer regrets how rude he
was this morning.

We were never properly introduced.

I'm Garrett.

O'Donnell, the lake has been a long line
of treasures.

The old man was. Yeah, me own sweet dad.

Maybe you could tell us something about
your family history.

I really couldn't care less about that.

It's all a bunch of lies. You know what
they say.

History is written by the winners.

But this is a matter of Irish heritage.

We're searching for national treasure.

National this, national that. We're all
Europeans now.

Yeah, but you must still feel proud of
it. About what?

Well, something that happened a thousand
years ago. Or didn't.

You've got to live in the present, girl.

I'm beginning to see a distinct
resemblance between you and your father.

Care for a game of darts, Nigel? You do
know how to play?

I'm British, aren't I?

I like her.

She seems to have benefits on men.

Beat that one, Englishman.

You put passion into everything, don't
you? What else is life worth?

Well, it's been a while since I've
played.

I didn't mean to.

I'm awfully sorry.

Did you think that was funny?

No, not at all. Just purely a slip of
the wrist.

I'm not sure I'll listen to reason.

How about I buy you a drink?

Listen to this English poofter.

Um, actually, that's an offensive term,
and although I have many gay friends, I

myself am heterosexual.

So now I'm offensive, am I?

Excuse me.

Buckle up.

Malachi, bully.

Since when is it new that you're
offensive?

A man said he was sorry.

Well, well, if it isn't Garrett
O'Donnell.

Of the traitorous O'Donnell.

You want to make this your fight, do
you?

All right.

Gentlemen, I'm sure we can settle this
without violence.

So, can me and me friends buy you a
beer?

Vine of Murphy's, please.

Malachi is an old friend of mine. And we
go through this about every once a

month. I mean, you heard it yourself.
Even friends take the Adonal name in

I think you don't understand why I'm not
into the grand history of Ireland. Can

I have a scotch?

Garrett, what if you could clear your
family's name?

And how would I do that?

Well, there's an ancient poem that's
come to light, written in Gaelic.

Gaelic? That's a bad memory for you.
What do you mean?

It's nothing. It's just a silly coming
-of -age ritual. The eldest boy in the

O'Donnell family has to learn that...
Well, it's only four lines, and I have

idea what it means.

Four lines?

That's right.

Molly! What?

Can you recite those four lines?

All right.

For

he

is the only one who knows.

Dick will lead you in.

As it did the men of Macquarie.

So, where Liam is sleeping?

Liam O'Donnell.

That's the one who swore allegiance to
King Henry II.

So where's Liam sleeping?

It could be a reference to where he's
buried.

Most likely.

Where's Liam O'Donnell buried?

In the mausoleum.

On a property. They wouldn't allow a
traitor to be buried in a church

would they?

But we have to go there.

Yeah, but my father would never allow
that to happen.

Please.

My father goes in the library every day
about three to have a cup of tea, if you

know what I mean.

And I can't see the path to the
mausoleum from there.

Thanks.

Sean, I'm sure he'd like to come.

What is it?

We're being followed.

It's been known to happen that we get
followed, but in this case I think she's

being a bit paranoid. I generally have a
good instinct for these sort of things.

Who are you working for?

Someone's one step ahead of us.

We're being followed again.

I think you're right.

I'll take care of this.

Nigel.

What do I have behind the car?

I think I do see something here.

Who are you looking for?

Nigel, don't! It's Sean!

Sean?

Sean? Sean?

How'd you know I was tailing you?

That getup doesn't exactly make you the
invisible man.

This boy magazine said this was the
perfect disguise.

There's people after me, you know.

What are you doing here? We were just on
our way to get you.

I got impatient.

Thought I'd come and meet you at that no
-good double -crossing trader

O'Donnell's place.

Who's this, then?

That would be the no -good double
-crossing trader's son.

There might be a clue at the O'Donnell
family mausoleum.

I guess we need him, then.

You know what, Sean, maybe you
shouldn't... No, I want to come.

Please. Let's go.

This is your family's home?

It's so beautiful out here.

And you definitely blend in.

Thank you. I'm getting so sweet.

No need to be embarrassed, Nigel. Be
yourself.

How can I be myself when Gallant's being
himself and doing a hell of a lot

better with himself than I am with
myself?

You have a great self. Do I, Sid?

I mean, really? At the end of the day?

Nigel. You don't have to be kind.

Well, okay.

Well, you don't have to be mean, either.

I'm not mean.

Sometimes you can be.

Nigel!

We're here.

Right.

We're going in here?

Uh, yes, we are, Sean. You don't have to
go in if you don't want to. There's no

pressure.

No, uh, I'll come.

Anything down this way?

It's so dark in here. I can barely see.

Molly, you stay close.

This could be dangerous.

That's not it.

I hope there isn't more than one Liam.

Don't worry. We'll know the right one.

Sure, but there are a lot of grips in
here. It is 800 years old.

Ah,

why not

two of us fall behind? We only have two
flashlights.

Cobweb. Don't you hate it when that
happens.

This is where the crypt for Liam should
be.

You have a business name?

Something written on the base.

Music opens his heart.

Last two lines of the ballad. The
singing stick will lead you in. As it

Madame McCrary.

More riddles.

That's right. It seems a battle song.

Do you know how it goes?

The battle waits for many a day.

Typical of the period.

Series of panels showing the family
history.

Are you sure there's enough air in here?

We have at least a minute or two.

The moment of King Brian Boru's death.

Hugh O'Donnell holding the crown.

This is the actual moment of betrayal.

Liam kneeling before the English king.

This is the moment it all went wrong.

I'm surprised they would want that
immortalized in a script.

So am I.

Wait a minute.

The coat of arms indicates that it's
King Henry II.

Take a look at his face.

Notice anything strange?

Well, the King Henry in this picture has
red hair and a beard.

But in reality, King Henry had dark hair
and was clean -shaven.

Brian Boru's one with the red hair and
beard.

Why would they put Brian Boru's head on
King Henry II's body?

Look at the crown.

It's too large.

Why would it be so large?

The trap!

It must have been set to close
automatically.

Some kind of timer.

Sydney and I have been in this kind of
spot before.

She always finds some secret lever,
button, or panel to get us out of it.

So, um...

What do you think it is this time, sis?

No idea.

You know what?

It's brawn over brains this time.

We're going to have to smash through the
door.

With what?

With this.

Looks solid enough.

Everybody grab a hold.

We're going to go this way on my count.

Okay? One, two, three.

Get off me.

The cloth covering the body must have
been stuck to the coffin lid.

That's Liam O'Donnell.

Can you translate this, Molly?

Go to where England's king stands for
all time like... Blarney, where

is kept, you will find much more.

Stands for all time.

The Blarney Stone!

Henry!

Well, there's been a statue of King
Henry at a park in Dublin for hundreds

years.

Where knowledge is kept.

Knowledge is kept in the head.

That's why the crown of that picture is
so large.

It's almost Hiddborough's crown inside
the statue of King Henry. That's why

were swearing allegiance to the English
king. They were swearing to their own

king all along.

He found a way to hide that crown in
plain sight. Yeah, and by pretending to

loyal to the English king, he kept them
from suspecting that he might still have

it. I mean, he gave up everything in
order to protect that crown.

He wasn't a traitor.

He was a hero.

Hey, how's it going?

Fine. We'll have the crown any time. Now
our mission accomplished.

Nigel?

I think you're really sweet and smart.

Funny.

I understand.

I mean, sometimes people like other
people.

Although those people like the people
who like them, they don't... Like them.

I'm really glad I met you.

I'm really glad I met you, too.

The head doesn't look any larger than
normal.

It's not the original head.

What?

There's a line where the new one was
welded on.

The metal from the one that's on here
now doesn't match the rest of the

It's the Knights of the Heads.

The Knights of the what?

I heard about it all the time growing
up. The Knights of the Heads. Yeah,

the uprisings of 1916, Michael Collins
led a group of men through the city. And

cut off the head of every statue as an
Englishman.

Do you remember what happened to the
heads?

That's all I remember.

Well, who told it to you?

All these years.

branded traitor.

You were heroes, Mr. O'Donnell.

Mr. O'Donnell, do you have any idea what
Michael Collins and his men did with

the heads of the statues?

They threw them in the river where
they've stayed all these years

until the museum excavated them.

The museum?

It's the Irish History Museum.

Aye, that's the one.

Heads? Yes, from the night of the heads.

Michael Collins cut all the heads off
things with statues, threw them in the

river. Oh, God, the heads.

What about them?

Do you know what happened to them?

They threw them into the river. You just
told me so yourself.

Yes, after the river, what happened to
them?

The curator and his assistant during
that time fished them out.

So where are they now?

Dead, of course.

But that was over a hundred years ago.

The heads.

Ah, yes, the hedge.

They're in the storage area.

Would you like to see them?

Yes! Well, why didn't you say so in the
first place?

Come, come.

Come here. I've got my keys right here.
Well, they're in my pocket.

Watch your head.

It's just around the corner here.

Come.

It's the dust.

It affects my asthma.

Go, go, go. Do your looking.

Let's split up and start looking.

Over here.

This is it.

Looks like it.

It's locked.

This shouldn't be a problem.

Stand back.

All of you.

all this.

If anyone else moves, Molly will pay for
it. And I assure you, I've removed the

safety latch.

You distrust him? No!

That's right.

Listen to Whitney.

She's a sensible woman.

And you've been so kind, helping me.

I'll always be grateful.

Stand back, O'Donnell!

Or there'll be another head getting
detached.

Sean, I don't understand how you could
do this.

Molly, he's not Sean.

He's only been posing as Sean so we
would lead him to the crown.

The internet really is the way the
future lasts.

I found an American computer mogul
rediscovering his Gaelic roots.

The crown of the last king of Ireland is
the ultimate trophy.

The man who has everything.

You're selling out our past.

For a very good price.

Tonight, the crown and I will be on a
private jet heading for America.

What have you done with the real Sean?

Have you killed him?

I'm no murderer, Molly.

Although, I will be if necessary.

Once the plane is in the air, he'll be
set free.

Garret, see that suit of armor?

Can you move next to it?

What are you thinking, Sid?

Well, if we can position our hands just
right, he can knock down the axe. It'll

cut the rope between our hands.

Ah.

It's your pair of craftsmanship.

Amazing detail.

1 ,000 years ago, and the artisans of
the day were far better than anybody.

Just get on with it.

Sid, there's only three or four inches
of rope between us.

That's okay. The axe is only about two
inches wide.

You're not leaving much margin for
error.

Nigel. See if you can shift our
position.

Which way?

A little towards you. Okay.

Okay.

Garrett, nudge the armor.

Slowly.

The statue was made in two halves and
then held together with pins.

Here's the theme.

A blow in the wrong place would destroy
the crown.

That would have very disastrous
consequences.

I should have asked for more.

This time tomorrow, we should all be
rich men. I don't think so.

You can be that.

Tell me you're not dead.

I might not be dead, but definitely in
heaven.

Okay, I'm with you.

He'll be fine. The bullet just grazed
his head.

Where's the crown?

Safe for Ireland.

All right, let's get out of here, huh?

The old family crest cleans up pretty
good, though, eh?

How do you turn a lifetime of shame into
a future with pride?

Well, it'll take some adjusting, that's
for sure.

Well, that's a good way to start.

I suppose it is.

Look, Garrett, there's a lot we've had
to put up with over the years, and I may

have.

Well, what I mean to say is, the fine
automobile you have there, I suppose

you'll be needing some more time to work
on it.

That'd be great.

Duh.

That doesn't mean till the end of time,
though.

Don't be taking advantage of my good
nature.

She'll be back in town tomorrow.

And where are you going?

To a restaurant.

Moonlighting? No.

If it's any of your business, I've got a
date, actually.

Again?

Yes, again.

Her lecture should be just about over.

And so, it turns out, the O'Donnells
were the protectors of Brian Boru's

all along.

Well, thanks for listening.

It was very generous of Professor Fox to
let me take over her class for the day.

Questions, anyone?

You? Where's the crown now?

The Irish History Museum in Dublin.

Anyone else?

Over there.

Now, miss, I was wondering how it is you
think you can praise lowlifes like the

traitorous O'Donnells. I happen to be
personal friends with the O'Donnells,

they are not lowlife.

Well, then, perhaps you'd like to go to
dinner with one of them.

Garrett.

How'd she like the Irish dude? She did.

But the Irish dude's in Ireland.

And I...

I'm not.

So I ran into the real Sean.

Far cry from the imposter, isn't he?

Yeah. Thank God he was okay when we
found him.

So, uh... What are you doing here?

Well, I thought I'd come to the
university and study diplomacy.

Maybe work on Irish -American relations.

So how about that dinner tonight?

What's wrong?

Garrett, it's just that I've been here a
while and... You're seeing someone?

I hadn't heard from you.

Nigel!

Nigel.

Nigel. Garrett?

Garrett. Nigel?

Garrett.

Well... Garrett just got into town.

Isn't that...

Great.

Great.

Nigel and I are having dinner.

Great.

Why don't we... Oh!

Go for dinner.

Great.