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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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