All language subtitles for Irish Blood s01e05 Adding Machine.eng

Fiona, what is it? What's wrong?

There's something in there, Dad. I saw
something move.

Are you sure it wasn't a nightmare, Fee?
I swear I saw something.

When I was your age, I once heard a
banshee outside my bedroom window.

You know what me ma did?

She gave me protection against that evil
monster.

How?

She brought in the big gun.

The Virgin Mary.

She protects us.

Against everything.

Including closet monsters?

Especially closet monsters.

Now, you think you can go back to sleep
with her looking over you?

Right.

Get comfy.

Cleared it with one of the guards. The
crime scene's been processed, so come

There was no hard drives

logged into evidence, but that doesn't
mean it's not here, hidden away.

Also doesn't mean it's not in Father
Al's hands.

That was one creepy video he sent you,
but it didn't sound like he had it.

You think he's the one behind all this?

The one my dad wanted to take down.

Could be.

Man's evil enough.

I mean, there's only so many places
Minerva could have hid it. Maybe she

it in the walls?

She would have kept it close. She said
she wanted it for protection, that it

the only thing keeping her alive.

Except it didn't.

Harvey!

What the hell is going on?

You brought her here to a crime scene?

Fiona believes Mrs Quilligan was
murdered for that missing hard drive.

Oh, Fiona believes, does she?

Then maybe we should open a tribunal of
inquiry.

Or here's an idea. Maybe we should cram
the paddy wagon, drive to Dublin, pop

into the Oireachtas, have a nice chat
with the Doyle. Or the Shannon.

Maybe even the Taoiseach himself.

All because Fiona Murphy has a feckin'
notion.

It's a little harsh, don't you think?

Oh, you think? Do you? If you'd listened
to me.

Minerva would still be alive, but you
ignored me.

And Rasheen, who, by the way, is working
her ass off.

Dorothy, you are on leave today. As of
this minute, in fact, and you.

There'd be a national scandal if
immigration got wind that you had

criminal investigation on a visitor's
visa.

You'd be shipped back to the land of the
free and home of the brave before you

could blink.

Are you threatening me? Yeah.

Now go.

Come on.

Asshole.

There's key evidence in there. If it's
in there, he'll find it. Look, Fiona,

stop before he fires me.

Maybe he's a dirty cop.

Dirty Garda.

Which sometimes sounds even dirtier.
We're close. I can feel it.

Processing things in a healthy manner? I
have brushed my teeth like 20 times.

I can't believe I kissed that monster. I
know, Mom.

I'm sorry.

They have every police force from Dublin
to Dubai searching. Don't.

Don't even say his name.

I am not going to relax until we are
flying over the Atlantic drinking shitty

airline champagne.

Fiona Margaret, we are going home.

I'm not done here yet.

You are endangering yourself over
something that has no bearing on your

But it does.

Dad wanted these criminals to be
punished. He lost his life trying to

that. Carrying out his final wish means
something to me. Why?

Fiona, this makes...

No sense. You think I don't know that?

Loving a man who failed us so utterly
and completely makes not one iota

of sense.

But it doesn't change the fact that I
do.

You're all I have. You're all I have
too, Mom.

You both need more than that.

You have deprived yourself of so much
acceptance,

healing, joy.

And I promise you, I will come home and
we will experience all of that together.

I need you to trust me.

Don't you think if I found out, I'd let
you know?

Or maybe the hard drive is in the cloud.

I know that's not how the cloud works.

I was being deliberately fatuous for
fuck's sake.

Care to doherty?

Before you rub it in my face, right, I
know I was thinking out my arse bringing

a civilian to a crime scene. And whilst
I monumentally fecked up, I am guilty of

far less corrupt sins.

Like drive, ambition, justice... I was
just going to ask if you needed any

Oh.

Sorry.

I should have listened to you.

You warned me and now... Look.

Just do your best to try and impress
Sergeant Claude going forward.

Do you think he's suspicious?

Of being utter gobsmacked completely?

No, I mean, do you think he's... a bent
guard?

You have a strange way of trying to
impress Claude.

But if you were in his shoes... I hope
to be someday.

Would you kill...

A line of inquiry?

Or would you follow up every possible
lead? A woman was murdered.

Brutally. If anyone was trying to
infiltrate the Gardaí, Claude's ego

him an easy target.

But do I think he's bent?

Maybe.

Hurry it up.

Pack it up and get out of here.

Mary, don't worry about Fiona.

We'll look after her.

She'll be glad. Miss Adora, I was
married to an Irishman. I know exactly

grand means.

Oh, who does?

I guess.

Doesn't grand mean fine?

Yes, it can mean fine. It can also mean
a tornado is heading straight for us,

full of misery and rusty nails.

Siobhan. Apologies for dropping by
unannounced, but I told my father that

were heading back today and he wanted to
thank you in person.

And to offer our condolences.

Thank you. Before we lose you to
America.

Well, one of us is heading home.

It's really lovely to meet you, Mr.
Donovan. Fiona Murphy.

A woman who discovered the truth about
my son, Benji.

And who delivered him justice even in
death.

I wish we were meeting under happier
circumstances.

So do I, my dear. So do I.

Well, we should let you get back to your
lunch. Nonsense.

Sit down.

Sit down.

You'll have a cup of tea.

Though I only have Barry's tea to offer
you.

Only Barry's.

I once sealed a deal on the top floor of
the Guaco Tower.

With Barry's tea.

Fiona,

you're not going home, then?

Given everything, I do wish you would
reconsider.

I've told her.

These people are dangerous, as Minerva
found out.

Gee, it sounds like it's not just your
overprotective mom telling you to give

your head a good shake.

Callum DC's got to be halfway around the
world by now.

And Johnny McIntyre's safely behind
bars.

Is it true you got a sample of his
cousin's DNA and that's how you nabbed

Yes, indeed, that is true.

What, you got him to spit in a cup or
stole a hair from his head? Oh, no. Her

friend Musa was quite instrumental.

I don't know if there's a jail robust
enough to hold that devil Johnny

Hell would suffice. Well, with any luck,
and by luck I mean expertise, because

any good prosecutor makes their own
luck.

He will be chewing on stale bread until
he dies. May he never see the light of

day again.

Yes, I'll drink to that.

Cheers.

Johnny?

No, Shane.

That didn't take long.

Using our grandmother to get a message
to me.

It's pretty low.

Even for you.

What do you want?

I just want to be free.

Right, well, if you're going to waste my
time... All right, all right, all

right.

Let's get down to business, though.

I'm listening.

I heard about Minerva Quilligan.

You heard or you ordered it?

You really think I'd take out an L1?

Really? Maybe.

You murdered that boy.

Benji Donovan was a grown man.

And in any murder, I didn't intend to
kill him. Man slaughtered at best.

Anyway, I'm not here to defend my
actions.

You are here because of your action.

Yeah, well, it is what it is. The truth,
cousin, is this. The people I work for

won't stop until they get what they
want. And if you care about this yank,

really care about her, you'll tell me
everything that you know.

Like, where's the hard drive?

If you lay a finger on Fiona Murphy, it
won't end well.

She's not from small town office clerk.
She's a lawyer.

A big -time American lawyer.

The SDU, the FBI, every combination of
letters you can think of will get

involved. You take that as a no, then?

That is a no.

Okay.

Have you been at Sea Grand lately?

Over at the care home?

Not recently, no.

It's hard going, seeing her like that.

Running on that bed, just waiting to
die.

Definitely not the same person we grew
up with.

But you're probably too young to
remember the true majesty of the woman.

You making a complete mess of your life
didn't exactly help things.

You know, you're a McIntyre, just like
her.

Don't forget that.

You take one of us down, you take us all
down.

That was lovely.

Having important people like the
Donovans here for tea.

Do you think the neighbours saw?

What, did they see the post on Facebook?

The picture you put up of the Land Rover
in the driveway?

That was a car appreciation post.

All jokes aside, Fiona, can you please
explain to me why you're staying in

Ireland? I have unfinished business.

Business the guardee can't do? Have you
met Sergeant Claude? That's a big

-headed gobshite. That's right.

Fiona has it in her head she's going to
hunt down this missing hard drive like

she's Nancy Drew.

Not taking sides, love, but that might
be something that a trained guard would

be more successful at.

Let's take a vote, shall we? Everyone
who thinks Fiona should get on a plane

with me today, raise your hand.

The tribe has spoken.

Maybe Minerva stashed the hard drive in
some secret lockup.

Why would Minerva have a secret locker?

She was a devout soul. She had a
steadfast dedication to the Virgin Mary,

that's it. No more.

What do you mean, no more? That's
ridiculous.

You can't know everything about someone.

Well, I do know this.

She always had a bond with the Virgin
Mary.

She built that grotto herself.

She was our protection all of our life,
she said.

That didn't work.

I'm calling a taxi.

I think it's time we get you to the
airport.

You think? That might be so, but there's
nothing worse than missing a flight. I

can think of a few worse things.

Come on.

Fiona, Margaret, what is the rush?

Mary, a store.

Despite the pain of losing Declan, I've
gained a daughter.

And a granddaughter.

I'll be back, or you could visit me.

North Angeles, hmm?

Would you introduce me to George
Clooney?

Or Brad Pitt. I'm easy.

Is that Tonka toy my cab?

That's Roisin.

Oh.

Hey, Roisin.

Hello, Fiona.

Fiona's mother.

And aunt.

And gran.

I love you.

I love you too, mom.

Thank you, lady.

Thanks for lunch.

See you soon.

Bye. Where is she going?

Did you bring bungee cords?

Do you seriously expect me to tie the
Blessed Virgin Mary herself to the roof

my car and drive around the streets of
Wicklow?

Absolutely not.

Where do you think Minerva hid it?

Some secret compartment?

Maybe she's like a Pez dispenser.

A bit sacrilegious to be grabbing Virgin
Mary like that.

You think that's sacrilegious?

Fiona. Fiona.

Don't you dare. Don't you. No. There's a
quick and easy way to find out if that

hard drive is inside of her.

What? If you smash her, it's seven years
of bad luck.

It's not a mirror.

She is the blessed mother of God. You
are looking at an eternity of hell for

her. Machine.

Let go!

No. I may be a lapsed Catholic, but I
wasn't built for the heat. I can't

two weeks in Spain. Never mind Hades.
There is no heaven or hell. Be that as

may, I'm not taking any chances.

Oh, my

hair knocks me. Oh, not her face.

Harriet, the damned thing.

Damned is right.

All the time.

Let's go.

Yeah.

I can't believe we deprecated a statue

of the Virgin Mary for this.

I'm going straight to hell.

They wouldn't have killed Minerva for
nothing.

There's got to be something on here.

Well, don't ask me to help you figure it
out.

My parents wouldn't let me near a
screen, any screen.

until well into my adolescence.

They told me that God gave me a perfect
pair of cameras to view the world with.

Well, luckily, I know a little cyborg
with great shoes.

Hello, Fiona.

Roisin. Hey, Tess.

Everything okay?

Uh, yeah, just standing.

Is that... Another Lady Justice behind
you?

Uh, yeah, only this time she's bronze so
she can't break.

And how much does a bronze Lady Justice
statue cost?

I mean, you can just write it off. It is
a valid business expense.

Writing off is actually a misnomer
because only some things are actually

deductible. Mm -hmm.

And once again, Irish Tess knows all.

She's smarter, cooler.

She's got that adorable accent on top of
that. She's got cheekbones to die for.

Yeah.

Thank you, Ted.

Your cheekbones are... They're also
really good.

Thanks.

Yeah, you know, Fiona, I'm actually just
not sure why you need me anyway, since

you have her.

Because we're a couple of Luddites.

Not like a couple.

Couple, we are a pair of unconnected.

Lord likes with a hard drive that won't
give up its secrets.

And the whole thing is blank.

Okay, um, I guess I could poke around
it, and if something's hidden, I will

it. See?

What would we do without you?

That's one way to ruin your night.

Bran Donovan.

Mr. Donovan, I know who you are.

I met Fiona Murphy today.

And she told me that you were
instrumental in uncovering the truth

death of my son. And I wanted to thank
you in person.

But perhaps now is not the best time.

Well, I'm stuck here till I pay the
hundred euro fine, so...

I'll throw something out there and you
can say no.

But how would you like a partner, a
silent partner, for your gym?

I did some research and I know the
financial state you're in.

I could have... Yes, you could.

Because I want to give back.

You deserve something good, Musa.

For helping my boy.

So, Johnny McIntyre, Father Al, both
ultimately working for someone else.

An extreme man?

Or woman?

Or non -binary person?

We can't get our hands on Father Al, but
McIntyre, he's just sitting there.

Maybe the guards could make a plea deal
with him.

Reduce his sentence to manslaughter in
exchange for information.

The last person you want roaming the
streets is that evil bastard.

As evil as he is, there are people way
worse running things.

I am pretty sure that you cannot get
much worse than Johnny fecking McIntyre.

Do you really hate him?

It almost feels personal.

It is personal.

Christ.

My dad, his second name is Doherty.

But my mum, hers is McIntyre.

Johnny McIntyre is unfortunately my
cousin.

What? Yeah.

You're just telling me this now? Well,
I'm not exactly proud of it.

Still, she attacked me and you were at
the hotel that night. And, my God, what

we put Musa through?

I know.

This is who he is, Fiona.

He's not going to flip for us.

Forget that out of your head right now.

Encryption software was used to scramble
everything, and if that wasn't enough,

there was a hidden volume, and on top of
that, a decoy volume was deployed.

See?

Irreplaceable. I know.

And what are on these files?

Oh.

Are you able to trace who these bank
statements belong to?

Uh, not yet.

I will have to do some...

Borderline illegal hacking.

Okay, gonna pretend I didn't hear that.
Great, get on it. And can you make

multiple backup copies?

Thanks, Jess.

Bye.

I don't like secrets.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I mean, if I'm being honest, how can I
even trust you?

How do I know you're not working for
your cousin?

That's why I didn't tell you or anyone
at the guard station.

I couldn't trust me either.

Listen, if you want me to take a step
back, I will.

No.

I need you.

I don't trust anyone at that guard
station.

Yeah. Good reason.

Oh, my God.

What? Sergeant Claude. This morning, he
was ranting on the phone to someone

about the hard drive.

He kept circling 6 .45 p .m. over and
over again on his death calendar.

Is that for today's date? Tomorrow.

Maybe he's meeting with one of his crime
cronies.

Somebody who wants the hard drive.

Exactly.

Here's what we're going to do.

Tomorrow, you're going to strut into the
Garda station like you own the place.

And announce to everyone.

I found the hard drive.

Sergeant Claude won't risk taking it
from the evidence room during the day.

So I'll tail him.

He who is meeting at 645.

While I'm doing that, you set up camp.

I'll text you when Claude is on the move
back to the station, and then we catch

him stealing the drive red -handed.

You got it.

What the hell is he doing?

No he's not.

Primal purge?

Oh, my God.

Rasheem?

Sergeant Claude is definitely not our
guy.

Really? Because I just...

Racine! Racine!

Racine!

Thank God you're all right.

Well,

it's not all good news.

They ordered a CT in my head and it
turns out not a lot going on up there.

To be fair, I actually didn't need a CT
to tell me that.

The person who attacked you, you have no
idea who it was.

I couldn't even tell you how many eyes
he had. It happened so quickly.

Assaulting a police officer in a police
station takes massive cojones.

You'd want to be pretty desperate to
attempt something like that.

We're getting close to finishing what my
father started.

And it scares the shit out of them.

Harder, Henderson.

Yes, Harder.

That's a good lad.

And the other thing.

Wiley, you sure no one's going to get
hurt?

I'm going to tell you one thing.

You will, if you don't fulfill your end
of the bargain.

Tax havens galore.

Jeez, Dad, what were you working for?

Are you sure it wasn't a nightmare, Fee?

Dad?

Fiona.

Dad?

You're not afraid of storms anymore.

I'm not afraid of much anymore.

When you were a wee girl, you were.

I remember the monsters in the closet.

The thunderstorms were way worse.

And I'd say, Fiona, girl, it's just the
angels gone bowling.

And then we'd try to count how many pins
they'd knocked over.

And soon enough, you drift off to sea.

That was definitely a strike.

When I first saw that cottage, I
thought, imagine Fee living there and

me dropping in for a couple whenever I
liked.

That would have been a dream.

May the dreams you hold dearest be those
which come true and come true at half.

It cost me a bloody fortune, but it was
worth every penny.

How did you afford it?

I was just wondering that myself.

Try as I might be, I can't seem to get
this to add up.

Why not?

Great question.

Why not?

Why? Why? Why won't this add up?

Why? Why? Why won't you add up?

Can I get you some tea?

Do you have anything stronger?

I own a distillery.

Of course I do.

Please, sit.

Our finest 12 -year -old, matured in
rare, hand -selected

sherry casks.

Oh, thank you.

Sláinte. Sláinte.

Sláinte.

I told my father about the notice you
received this morning.

Fiona, I should have told you about the
cottage, but I didn't know how.

As you know, so I'm not telling tales
out of school, but your father was a bit

of a gambler.

He bet the cottage?

No, but he was hundreds of thousands of
euros in debt to some rather unsavoury

types.

I liked your dad despite his demons.

And so when he came to me desperate, I
provided the funds he needed to pay off

his debts.

In exchange for the cottage.

Yeah. He never changed.

Fiona, there is absolutely no rush to
leave the cottage.

Stay as long as you want.

No, I couldn't do that.

Yes, you can.

We're friends.

In fact, we insist.

Thank you.

For your time.

Jesus. Where didn't Deccan have hidden
accounts?

Yeah, he named the tax haven he had won.

Singapore, Bahamas, Malta, the Caymans.

You figured all that out already?

You're incredible.

You're making me blush.

Good. And you should.

You've taken a bunch of account numbers
and zeroed in on the very banks, the

very branches where they're registered.

You're amazing.

Oh, more amazing would be connecting
names to the accounts, but short of a

order.

Yeah.

One step at a time, huh?

I am so sorry for being a freak earlier.

I know I was.

I collect freaks.

I am a freak magnet. Oh, if you will.

I was thinking, you are kind of like
Fiona's very own version of Penelope

Garcia.

Who?

Criminal Minds.

No. Jeez.

What do you Americans do for fun?

Basically wish we were in Ireland.

Well, must be pretty late over there.

Should get some sleep.

Night, Tess.

Good night, Christine.

Running scheme.

Behind my back.

When you're on leave... Do you
understand, Garda Doherty?

You're in a spot of trouble.

But you did still call me Garda.

So... Your point?

You're a big old softy, really, Claude.

Let me get my things.

If you wouldn't mind giving me a lift, I
shouldn't be driving.

With a concussion.

I blame myself.

You didn't gamble the cottage away. No.

No, but I entertained this fantasy that
my brother was

something other than the charming.

scoundrelly one.

I suppose I wanted to believe there was
more to him than that.

Here, last round's for you.

Do you think he's using me

to get revenge?

Would he do that?

Put me in danger for something so, so
petty, so

selfish.

This is what I blame myself for the
most.

Fiona, letting my brother from beyond
the grave use you

as a pawn.

What's next?

Destroy the drive.

Destroy it?

What about the... That's none of your
business. Stop worrying your pretty

head and make it disappear.

Understood.

Johnny McIntyre. A sight for sore eyes,
how he is.

Wiley Moles.

Did you watch him go away?

For fuck's sake.

Can't say I'm a fan of your makeover.

Is?

Brings out the bloomy eyes.

Ah, yes, it does.

Me and my little friend over here didn't
want to hand up the key.

Not my little pen didn't fix it.

Well, now that it's there of his
purpose.

Hang on, hang on a sec.

Let me do the honor, do you mind?

Darling.

Hey. Well, well, well.

Hey, Murphy, being all nice and polite
to me now that she was on the other

eh?

Well, I think it's time somebody taught
you some manners.

What do you think?

Crumbling glass, you are falling, I've
had enough, I...

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