All language subtitles for msw_-_2003_movie_the_celtic_riddle

As the wind goes through the valley, and
the bloom

is to the sea,

oh my heart, it feels much better, cause
sweet

love has come to me.

Gather round.

Gather round and listen. Listen to me
now.

As you travel through life, you'll
encounter many barriers to happiness.

You'll go down some rough roads and
sometimes you may take a wrong turn.

Well, if that happens, take heed of what
I say to you now, for someday these

words may help you.

A long time ago when our land was new
and our people young like some of you,

there lived in those ancient times... An
Irish king whose greed and avarice were

known throughout the land. A tyrant who
would covet and then obtain anything of

value within his realm.

But with all his treasures and
possessions, he knew no happiness. He

or fulfillment.

And so, he was unable to find his way.

And much like that king of old, there is
a man who not so long ago...

Thought he had everything in life.

Wealth and fame and power.

But he really had nothing.

For the one thing he wanted most eluded
him. The love of his lost child.

As a young man in a dark and brooding
moment, he had wanted to end it all. He

was beyond despair when suddenly he was
given a second chance.

A chance.

to begin again.

And so he did.

So you see, my brethren, it is a truth
that those who put greed and avarice

before love are destined to live a life
full of sadness and misery.

Ah, but those who put love first will
always find the rainbow.

So, get out there and start looking for
that rainbow.

For all you know, It could be right
around the corner.

Oh, God, Danny, look at the time. I'm
going to be late.

I suppose you're wondering why I called
you all together in this way.

Especially since I'm now as dead as a
doornail.

To my wife, Margaret, I leave the house
called Second Chance.

With all its contents and land, together
with a sum of money which is more than

sufficient for her needs, although she,
of course, will disagree.

There you are.

Just a small amount.

Thank you very much.

Rita, have you no respect for your
father?

Can't you leave that creature alone?

To my elder daughter, Fiona, I leave the
business.

Burn Enterprises.

Yes! And as she's unencumbered, except
for her own incompetence,

I advise her to ask Tom Malloy, our
sales director, to manage the company.

But, knowing her obstinacy, she'll do no
such thing.

My younger daughter, Brita.

has already inherited my love of Celtic
myths and legends.

But since she told me she doesn't care
at all about my money, in material

I leave her absolutely nothing.

And since her boyfriend, Paddy Whelan,
showed no desire to become one of the

family, I leave exactly the same to him.

What is he doing here?

That comes... that, why should she be
here?

But to our housemaid, Nora Flood, I
leave the sum of 2 ,000 pounds in

recognition of her faithful service to
us.

And to John Hurley, in gratitude for his
service as our handyman for 20 years,

and especially for his rare devotion
during my last

horrendous days.

I leave the sum of 25 ,000 pounds, and I
hope he uses it wisely.

Now, Michael Davis.

I have the highest opinion of his
abilities as our gardener, but I don't

his financial acumen.

Indeed, I have arranged with our senior
solicitor, Harry Ryan,

to pay him a monthly stipend on
condition that he finishes his course in

horticulture.

Last of all, I hope that Jessica
Fletcher will be here as I asked.

To her I leave Rose Cottage, together
with its contents and the land on which

stands.

For it was she who...

long ago, gave a second chance in life
to a man she

didn't even know.

How outrageous.

Thank you.

There you are.

I'll bet that put the cat among the
pigeons.

But I've another wee surprise for you
all.

So just settle down.

I think perhaps I should leave the room.

Not at all, Mrs. Fletcher. Sit down.

This concerns you too.

Charlie, would you play that for me,
please?

Indeed I will.

Just like your father, to play silly
games.

The Last Will and Testament of Eamon
Byrne, Part 2.

Harry Ryan will hand each one of you a
sealed envelope containing a clue.

If these clues are shared among you,
they will lead to a treasure of

inestimable value.

But you will have to put aside your
differences and work together, or

the treasure will be lost forever.

Amen.

Brilliant, uh, absolutely bloody
brilliant.

Rita! Rita, we're not finished here yet.

Oh, let her go, Mother.

Charlie, hand these out, will you?
There's one for everyone except Mr.

and Mr. Malloy. Yes, yes, I will.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Nora.

Uh, Fiona.

Michael.

Paddy.

Mrs. Barnes.

Well, I'll keep Rita's.

I'll take it for her. The hell you will.

I'll take it to her.

I'll take care of that.

You know, Mrs. Barnes, Rita doesn't live
here now.

And you, Paddy Whelan, are no longer
welcome here.

I think if you don't mind, I'll take a
look around the garden.

Miss Roy!

Miss Roy!

Tom! Would you wait a minute?

Michael? There's something I need to
talk to you about.

Well, I need to get back to the office.

Right. You know, I'm soon going to be a
member of the family.

Really? Me and Brita.

I'm going to get married.

She's not interested in the business,
but I am. Oh?

I dare say it's not doing too well just
now.

Why do you say that?

Well, um,

it stands to reason.

Eamon's been failing badly in the last
few months.

Michael, you know absolutely nothing
about business.

That's what Eamon thought, but he was
wrong.

Now, if you and me sat down, went
through the accounts to see what money

lying idle, I have some great ideas of
how we can put it to good use.

Do you seriously think I'm going to let
the gardener look through the accounts?

But I told you I... When and if you
become a member of the family, we might,

say might, talk about this again.

Meanwhile, I suggest you stick to your
flowers.

I hope you're satisfied.

It cost you your inheritance.

Oh, I'm sorry, Paddy, I'm sure, but I
didn't realize you only wanted me for my

money. Oh, come on, that's a bloody
stupid thing to say, and you know it. Is

All you ever talk about is the money,
Paddy.

So it must be the most important thing
to you.

Well, if that's what you really feel, we
may as well call it a day.

That suits me.

Oh, come on, Brita.

Why don't you leave her alone?

Then why don't you mind your own
business?

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher, there you are.

Oh, Mr. McCafferty. I wanted to
apologize.

What must you think of our famous Irish
hospitality?

Look, I understand that this is a very
difficult time, but is Mr. Ryan still

here? I'm afraid he's gone back to town.
Can I help you with anything? Well, I

find myself in a very embarrassing
situation.

Mr. Ryan's letter invited me to stay at
the house, and it's quite obvious that

I'm not welcome there.

So I thought if I could get a room at
the local hotel, then I could change my

plane reservation and leave tomorrow.

Oh, no, no, no. Don't do that. There's
some beautiful country around here, and

besides, believe it or not, there's some
very nice people, too. Oh, I'm sure

there are.

And there will be formalities to be
completed relating to your inheritance

Rose Cottage. Well, I'm not at all sure
that I'm going to accept it.

Ah.

Well... Even then, there will be papers
to sign.

Anyway, the hotel in town is fully
booked for the music festival, so you

can't leave.

And besides, I have a message from Mrs.
Byrne that said that they're just about

to sit down to tea.

They'd be delighted if you'd join them.

And I wonder whose idea that was.

I can't imagine.

Oh, come on now, Mrs. Fletcher, give us
another chance. You know, I'm a great

admirer of your mystery books.

You are?

Indeed I am.

Let's settle it then.

All right.

Good.

We'll arrange a meeting in my office.

Here's my card.

Call me if I can help you with anything.

Well, get away with you. Anyone could
find it. A wee dog digging for rabbits

would come on it.

I've half a mind to dig it up myself.

Oh, don't be saying that. Why not? I've
as much right to it as any of them.

John Herlihy, have you never heard Denny
sing of the lost boy?

Stupid bitch, would you stop blabbering
on about the lost boy?

I tell you, he'll be the death of us
all. He doesn't exist.

It's just one of Denny's songs.

Can't you get that through your daft
head?

He doesn't exist.

That's the trouble with John Herlihy.

One jar is never enough, and ten is too
many.

They're waiting on you in the sitting
room, Mum.

Thank you very much.

Mrs. Fletcher, I dare say you're
expecting Rose Cottage to be a charming

home.

I'm sure when you see it, you won't even
want it.

It's very small. There isn't even a
thatched roof.

Well, presumably there are roses round
the door.

I imagine that's why it was called Rose
Cottage.

Oh, dear.

Nora, you're so clumsy.

I'm sorry, Mama. I'll fetch a cloth.

Get out.

If you don't mind, I'd love to have a
look at it after tea.

Thank you.

Mrs. Fletcher.

I should tell you that I intend to
contest my husband's will.

He was clearly out of his mind when he
left you that cottage.

Hello there.

Oh, hello there.

I wonder, could you point me in the
direction of Rose Cottage?

Indeed I could, ma 'am. Just follow the
path up ahead and you'll see it on the

right. Ah, thank you.

Will you be warm enough?

Oh, I think so.

I'll walk fast.

They keep the key under the mat.

Thank you.

How did you know it was me?

Your friend.

Well, I suppose being a mystery writer
makes you a nosy parker as well.

Guilty as charged.

And it does mean that I notice things.

Such as?

Well, such as that it's not the easiest
thing to be the youngest member of the

family.

Well, my mother thinks I'm totally
crazy.

And all Fiona ever thinks about is
herself.

But your father understood.

Yeah.

He did.

Until, uh... Well, now.

Rose Cottage belongs to you.

And everything that's in it. But I'd
like to keep this, please.

Oh, yes, of course. That belonged to
your father.

How did you know that?

Well, he was wearing it in the video.

Do you like a cup of tea?

Oh, I'd love some.

I'll just put her in her box.

There you go.

Paddy Whelan tells me that you're not
staying at Second Chance.

No.

You probably guessed I've been living
here.

Well, you're welcome to stay on here.
You and your friend.

Her name's Usna.

I'll remember that.

Hello, Ushna.

I'm Jessica.

Well now, Jessica.

Why did my da leave you Rose Cottage?

And what did he mean by the second
chance that you gave him?

It's a long story.

It happened some time ago.

You see... Brita, I thought you might be
here.

I just wanted to be sure Mrs. Fletcher
found the place all right.

Oh, she could hardly miss it, Michael.

No, you're right.

But thank you for your concern.

Hi.

Brita, your mother put your envelope in
her desk.

I think you should ask her for it.

Why should I?

Well, Haman said that we should all work
together.

And you'll know better than anyone how
your father's mind worked.

You're always doing crosswords together.

Are you going to share your clue with
us, Mr. Davis?

It's Michael.

And indeed I am.

A piercing spear waging war.

And mine is... I Am the Sea Swell.

They sound as if they come from a poem.

Yeah, it is. It's an old Celtic poem
called The Song of Armergan.

Denny will probably sing it at the music
festival.

Who's Denny?

He's the local crackpot.

Michael, he's not.

He's sort of a poet.

I heard Nora talking about the lost boy.

What did she mean by that?

Well, it's one of the songs that Denny
always sings. I'm sure Nora must have

heard it.

She was talking to John Hurley here in
the kitchen about it.

You heard her, didn't you, Michael?

I don't really remember what she was
saying.

Maybe it was part of the clue she was
given.

Brita, do you have any notion what the
treasure might be?

No, I don't.

You must have an idea.

Oh, for God's sake, Michael.

I don't, okay?

And I don't care.

I told my da I didn't give a fig for his
money or the treasure.

It can stay hidden for all I care, okay?

I better get after her.

When she's head up, she can act like an
idiot.

Rita!

Rita, wait a minute.

take myths and legends.

Oh my goodness.

Nora?

Nora?

Mrs. Fletcher?

Mrs.

Fletcher? Yes?

I'm Inspector O'Dwyer.

I understand you had a very distressing
experience.

Oh, yes.

And could you show me exactly what
happened?

Oh, yes, of course.

It's right up here in the barn.

So, you just walked inside and John
Herley, he fell through that trap door.

that's right. He fell head first.

Did he indeed?

When I went to feel his pulse, I'm
almost sure that he was dead.

So you saw him fall through the
trapdoor, and he landed on his head, and

what killed him?

No, I don't believe that it was the fall
that killed him.

You see, when I examined him, he had a
severe hematoma on the back of his neck.

Now, that could have killed him
outright, but there was an undeveloped

his forehead that he got on the way down
on the trapdoor.

Are you on a medical fee?

No. Ah, right.

So, as a mystery writer, you're looking
for the unexpected.

And if you don't mind me saying so, the
sensational.

Well, no way. You see a man fall through
a trap door, and you say, ah, sure the

fellow was hit in the back of the head.

Well, it appears... Now, as a hard
-working policeman, I'm looking for the

likely. Your man John Herlihy was a
known drunk, and our people found half a

bottle of whiskey up there.

So I'd say he tumbled through the trap
door, hit as far as he fell, and landed

on the back of his head. And that's what
killed him.

All right. But I'm almost sure that
immediately after he fell, I heard the

of movement.

Someone up there.

Well, there'll be a post -mortem. So
that'll tell us how the poor fellow

Brita! Brita.

Brita. Are you all right?

Yeah, I just... I feel a bit sick.

I've something to tell you. Look, if
it's about John Hurley, I... He's been

killed. I know.

And I'm real sorry, but Brita, this is
about you and me.

Michael, there is no you and me.

Okay? We're just friends.

I can't tell you why.

But Brita, things are going to be
different.

I have prospects now. Good prospects.

No, no, no. You and your get -rich
-quick schemes.

I don't want to hear about them.

I am going to Rose Cottage, and I want
to be on my own.

Mr. Whelan, are you on your way to
Second Chance? Maybe you could show me

way. Um, sure.

That was a terrible thing about John
Herlihy.

Yeah, well, I never cared for the fellow
myself.

Oh? No, not that I wished him any harm
or anything, but he was always on the

make, you know?

Eamon could never see it.

Are you in business, Mr. Whelan?

Oh, in a garage.

Oh, family business.

No, I don't come from around here.

I see. I came from Connemara looking for
work.

Eamon Byrne gave me a job.

Then the owner of the garage died.

And you bought it?

I did.

Well, with the help of Eamon Byrne.

Oh, that was very nice of him.

Well, there's a second chance.

We should be all right now.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

at Hurley.

What are you saying, Charles?

Really? Are you sure of that, Charles?

What? What does he say?

Yes,

Charles, yes.

I see.

Right, thank you. Goodbye.

Charles agrees with us. Father couldn't
have done it by himself, so he must have

asked John Hurley to hide the treasure.

That's why Hurley got no envelope.

Yeah, now he's dead, so no one knows
where the treasure is.

Well, just as well.

When he was drunk, he could have told
anyone.

What about that ridiculously large
bequest? The £25 ,000. How much is that

euros? Charles says that under the terms
of the will, Herlihy's bequest comes

back to the estate.

Oh, well, that's something, I suppose.

Though it should come to me.

Oh, for God's sake, Mother, I'm only
saying as... senior survivor that the

is mine.

I left you a very substantial amount.
How much money do you need? It's not

I need anything.

I'm only suggesting that we do the right
thing, Fiona.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher. We were just saying
what a terrible tragedy about poor John

Hurley. And I gather you were there when
it happened.

Yes, I was. Oh, the poor man.

You must be exhausted.

Fiona, tell Nora to show Mrs. Fletcher
up to her room.

She's wailing and howling like a
banshee. You'd have thought John Hairley

close relative.

Well, tell her to stop.

Poor Nora.

Nora, will you come here?

The poor creature, mother of God, help
us all.

Oh, God.

Nora, stop that. Come here.

Will you show Mrs. Fletcher up to her
room?

I will, Mum.

You've been with the family a long time,
I expect.

Oh, no, only since... That is, I took
over when Kitty Murphy got too old to

carry on.

Ah, and you applied for the job?

Well, I got a letter from an employment
agency saying there was this job, and

why didn't I go in for it?

So I did. I see.

Here's your room.

Let me know if there's anything you
need. Thank you. Oh, this is very nice.

I'm sorry to have caused you so much
trouble at this sad time.

You shouldn't stay in this place.
There's one who'll stop at nothing to

treasure.

Well, Mrs. Byrne, is there anything else
you need before the meeting tomorrow?

No.

But you'd better think about what I
said.

Mrs. Fletcher, you remember Tom Malloy,
our sales director?

Oh, yes, of course.

Hello. Hello.

Tom, get Mrs. Fletcher a glass of
sherry.

We were just talking about Eamon's will
and the treasure.

I have to say, if it were up to me, I'd
get everyone together.

We'd open the envelopes, have a grand
party as we all sat around and solved

riddle.

Well, it's got nothing to do with you.

Exactly, Fiona.

It is, Tom, or should be, a family
matter.

My envelope is under lock and key in the
desk along with Brita's.

Oh, Fiona.

Here.

What's that woman up to now? I'd better
go and see.

What a fascinating collection.

I suppose it's all Celtic. Oh, yeah, and
very valuable, too, I should imagine.

I never shared my husband's enthusiasm
for old weapons.

Mother, she's not in the kitchen. I
don't know where she is.

Well, find her.

And when you do, give her a good talking
to.

Can't have her disappearing like that.

I could do with a ride into town, Tom.

You'll excuse us, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, yes.

good of you, but you really don't have
to. Oh, I'd like your help.

Did you find Nora?

No, but she often goes off on her own.

I'll get the rest of the glasses.

Oh.

Oh, mother of God.

Oh,

mother of God. Oh, mother of God.

Don't hurt me, please. I won't tell.

I forgot. I didn't bring my clue.

Don't get angry.

I swear I'll help.

Is someone there?

Well

done, lads.

Take a cast and a footprint.

Mrs. Fletcher, are you sure you
shouldn't go to the hospital just to

Thank you. I'm quite all right. Just a
few bruises.

And you couldn't identify the intruder?

Well, it all happened so quickly.

The door hit me and I went flying
backwards. And by the time I got myself

together, whoever it was had gone.

Just as well.

You said the only item missing was a
short sword, Mrs. Barnes.

Presumably the thief would have taken
more if Mrs. Fletcher hadn't

Yes. Although, I can't help wondering if
possibly whoever it was might have been

looking for something in that desk.

Maybe we should have a look and see if
anything's missing.

Oh, I'm sure there isn't.

What about the clues to this treasure
that I keep hearing about?

Were any of them kept there by any
chance?

They're all there.

I dare say you'd, Mrs. Fletcher, thank
for that.

We found the imprint of a rubber boot
outside the door, so if we could have a

look at any Wellington boots you have in
the house, just to eliminate them.

We keep them in the back hall.

I'll have a look, sir.

Oh, we have to be going. We have a
meeting to go to.

You don't mind, Mrs. Fletcher? Oh, no.

I'm sure you'll be glad of a bit of
peace and quiet.

Come along, Fiona.

I'm coming.

Do you have the results of the post
-mortem for John Herlihy?

Yeah.

You were quite right. It was that blow
to the back of the head that killed him.

Then it was murder.

I'm afraid so.

You startled me.

Did I startle you?

Of course, that's how it was done.

And this shows the financial situation
in these areas for the past six months.

There's peat, there's granite, and these
are the building contracts.

Oh, my word.

You mean they're all losing money?

I'm afraid so. And this shows the
overall financial situation of the firm.

You're actually saying that we're in the
red.

But Father always seems so confident.

Yes, I'm afraid he was feeling very
badly in the last three years.

I did try to warn him.

What are we going to do?

Well, now, I don't want to step on Tom
Malloy's toes. I know that Eamon taught

very highly of him. Sounds to me as
though Tom Malloy got us into this mess.

I wouldn't say that.

But, well, I will leave you with these
suggestions if Tom doesn't agree with

them. Oh, Tom will agree.

I'll see to that.

Well, I have to go. I have a meeting
with Mrs. Fletcher in a half an hour.

Tell her that I will never let her have
Rose Cottage.

Fiona.

Can I help you?

Yes, I have an appointment with Mr.

McCafferty. It's Jessica Fletcher.

He has someone with him right now.

Would you like to have a seat?

Then what the hell did I come down here
for?

Now, you can't help me. That's all I
need to know.

Oh, Mr. Whelan.

Oh, hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, Mrs.

Fletcher, I'm so sorry. I needed to see
Paddy Whelan on something rather

unexpected. Please, do come in. Thank
you.

He seemed upset.

Paddy's a bit of a rough diamond with
quite a hot temper on him. But there's

real harm in him.

He was upset that Eamon didn't leave him
any money.

Oh, especially since there was a bequest
to Michael Davis.

Exactly so.

There's always been a rivalry between
the two of them. And, of course, it's

common knowledge that Paddy's garage is
in financial difficulties.

So finding the treasure would be
important to him.

Oh, well, I suppose it would.

Please, do sit down. Thank you.

Will you have a drink?

Oh, thank you, no. It's a little early
for me.

Oh, it is for me too, but truth to tell,
I thought a drop of whiskey might calm

Paddy down.

You know, you have a beautiful office.

I'm afraid it's one of my failings. I
like to surround myself with beautiful

things.

Come a mile.

I've never been there, but I hear it's
beautiful.

Do you know, I've never been there
either. That was given to me, and I keep

out of sentiment.

Now, have you thought any more about
Rose Cottage?

I have.

And I'm still uncertain.

If Mrs. Byrne decides to contest the
will, would you be able to give me the

of a good solicitor?

Oh, yes, yes. I can recommend a grand
firm in Dublin.

Oh, thank you. That'll be very helpful.

Wasn't it terrible news about the murder
of John Hurley?

Oh, so it was murder then?

Mm -hmm.

Well, that's terrible.

Have you got a moment?

No. No, I don't. No, just a second,
please.

What is it? I was just over at Mr.

McCafferty's to see if there was
anything I could do about the will.

What about the will? You can't change
it. No, I know that. That's what he

It's just... I'm having some trouble
with my business.

Look, the fact that Eamon gave you money
to start that carriage doesn't mean his

estate is responsible for it. You're on
your own there, Boyle.

Look, all I'm asking is... I told you.

Now leave me alone.

Well, thanks for nothing, Malloy.

God, you people are all the same. You,
McCafferty, the whole bloody lot of you.

You don't care about anything but your
own little worlds.

Well, we'll make it, me and Brita. We'll
show you. And you can all go to hell.

Listen to me, Margaret.

I don't agree at all. You're just
throwing good money out the bag.

Look, the money's gone somewhere. That's
for certain.

We might as well try and save whatever's
left.

If Charles' plan... What does Charles
know? He's not a businessman.

Well, neither, apparently, are you.
Mother, keep out of this. All I'm saying

that the business started losing money
when Charles McCafferty took over the

affairs of Barn Enterprise.

Oh, yeah, wasn't that the same time when
you became sales director?

That was great.

Oh, they're just getting started.

Could I get you something to drink?

A glass of whiskey?

No, thank you. I'll have a small sherry.

I'll take an orange juice.

Orange juice?

I've never known you to refuse whiskey.

All right, freezer.

Orange juice it is, then.

Oh, Mr. Whelan?

Yeah? You told me that you had a garage.

Do you by any chance have a taxi
service?

I certainly do. St. Brendan Motors at
your service.

Good. I need to go into Rathgan early
tomorrow.

I need to give a statement to the police
about the death of John Hurley.

Don't bother with the taxi.

I'll drive you there myself.

Thanks a bunch.

Is nine o 'clock too early?

Mm -hmm.

I've been wondering.

You promised to tell me why Dad left you
Rose Cottage.

Ah, yes, I did.

Well...

I was taking a walk one evening along
the cliff in Cabot Cove.

And up ahead of me, I saw this young
man.

And he was standing, looking down at the
rocks below.

And he looked so alone.

I had the feeling that he was going to
throw himself over the edge.

And that was my dad?

Yes.

I yelled at him.

And he hesitated long enough for me to
run up and grab him and pull him away.

So you saved his life?

Well, we sat down and we talked.

And he was in a terrible state of
despair.

He said that after what he had done, he
didn't deserve to live.

And I told him that everybody deserved a
second chance.

Did he tell you what he'd done?

No.

He simply said that he had betrayed a
sacred trust.

I'm the sales director, not a bloody
accountant.

Give me something to sell, I'll sell it.
There's nothing wrong with my sales.

It's the company profits that have taken
a nosedive. Well, I still don't think

it's Charles' fault.

Maybe not.

Well, don't look at me.

Don't you look at me.

It's not my fault the company's in the
red.

Someone's undermining this business and
I'd like to know who it is. So why

should anyone do such a thing?

What if Eamon was being blackmailed?

Maybe he was fiddling with the books to
cover up the fact that someone was

squeezing him.

But who? Who could it have been?

I don't know.

Unless... What do you know about Paddy?

Well, just that he came here from
Connemara and Father set him up in

That's a funny sort of thing to do.

To set up a total stranger in business.

Unless Paddy had some sort of holdover.

Yeah, well, if it comes to that, why
take Michael in and pay for his

Why indeed.

Do you mind if I ask you a rather
personal question?

No. I often ask them myself.

Why did you fall out with your father?

Oh, we quarreled over Paddy Whelan.

Oh, I thought he liked Paddy.

Gave him the money for the garage,
didn't he?

Yeah, he did, but... Did your father
know that you were pregnant?

How did you know?

Well, I couldn't help noticing how
surprised Michael was when you ordered

orange juice.

Yeah.

I told my dad.

And he said it was a terrible thing to
bring a child into the world with no

daddy.

Yes, but he liked Paddy.

Yeah, but I told him Paddy and I don't
believe in marriage.

What does this idiot think he's doing?

Oh.

I think you should pull over and let him
pass.

I can't get over.

Are you quite sure you're all right,
Britta? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Oh, Paddy is not answering his phone.

Isn't that just like him?

He must have it switched off.

Mrs. Fletcher, Miss Bourne, are you all
right? Oh, yes, thank you, Inspector.

I'm perfectly all right. I'm really
worried about Brita.

We were forced off the road.

Would you agree, Miss Bourne?

I mean that it was a deliberate act and
not just an accident.

How would I know? The way people drive
these days.

Did you get her registration number?

No, I'm afraid I didn't. I was too busy
trying to keep my car on the road.

Mrs. Fletcher?

I didn't catch it either, but I did see
that it was a white van, a very dirty

one. A dirty white van.

Not much to go on, I'm afraid, before
you look into it.

Mrs. Fletcher, we'll get a tow truck for
Brita.

If you'd come with me to Ratkin and give
your statement, I'll see you get back

to Ballymoor.

Of course.

The guard will take care of you,
darling.

Thanks. Mrs.

Byrne, I'm sure you heard that Brita and
I were forced off the road today.

It was probably an accident.

Brita's always imagining things. Well,
no one imagined the murder of John

Herlihy or the robbery at your house.

I really do think that it may have
something to do with this treasure.

And I think it's got nothing to do with
you.

Well, actually, it has a great deal to
do with me because Eamon left me a clue

to the treasure.

Well, obviously he was out of his mind.

You know, I'd like to know what kind of
a hold you had over him.

Were you blackmailing him?

I suppose if we look at his bank
accounts now, we'll find that he was

you money.

Mrs. Byrne, the incident that took place
between Eamon and me was private.

But this I can tell you. When he became
successful, he sent me a cheque for £10

,000. Ah!

I sent it back. I didn't keep it. And
that was the last I heard.

Until Mr.

Ryan sent me a round -trip ticket and
asked me to be here because I was a

beneficiary in Eamon's will.

Is Brita all right?

Yes, yes.

We were both very shaken up.

Mrs.

Fletcher. Oh, Mr. Whelan.

You know, someone driving this van
forced Brita off the road this morning.

What?

Is she all right?

Yes, yes, I think so.

Well, what makes you think it was this
van? Well, I was riding with her, and I

saw the name on the side.

And the paint here matches the color of
her car.

Well, I went out early in my tow truck
to fetch a broken -down car.

Well, you know, she tried to telephone
you, but there was no reply.

Well, momophones don't work up in the
hills.

Could anyone else have taken it without
your knowing?

I suppose. I mean, the keys are always
kept in the office.

Rita, have you met any of Patty's
family?

No.

I don't think he has any.

He's a bit of a loner.

I guess that's why we get on so well.

You know that white van that ran us off
the road today?

That was Patty's.

I saw the name.

And there was a smear of red paint on
the side of the van that matches the

of your car.

No. It couldn't have been Patty driving.

He would never do anything to hurt me
and the baby.

Yes, that's what I thought, but... You
didn't tell O'Dwyer, did you?

No.

But I really should.

No, don't.

Please don't.

Paddy's had a few brushings with the
police.

Nothing serious, but when he loses his
temper, he'll do anything.

Candy,

hey!

Hey, would you take a look at my car and
make sure it's working okay? Oh, we're

on speaking terms again now, are we?

Sure, I'll have a look at it.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Why shouldn't she be?

Well, we were forced off the road by a
white van this morning.

Now, you've got a white van, Patty,
haven't you?

And what the hell do you mean by that?

Look, would you two just stop?

We're here to have fun.

Come on, Jess, let's go inside.

I'll get the drinks, okay? Right, I'll
get the table.

What's about your clue to the treasure,
Patty?

When are you going to put it on the
table with the rest of us?

I'm not putting it anywhere where a
chance like you can get your hands on

Oh, chance, or is it?

I'm not the one whose business is on the
skids.

And I suppose you're not the one who
pinched the sword.

You're right about that.

You don't have to steal from the Burns.

Brita and me are getting married.

Honey, no, stop.

Stop, just stop. Did you hear what that
bastard said? What did you call me? You

heard what I called you. I called you a
bastard.

I don't care what you called him, okay?
I am sick to death of you and this damn

temper of yours.

All right, fine, then you have him. You
want him, you got him. Have him.

Come

on,

lad. Come on, lad. Come on, please.

Hold it down, please.

Right, come on.

Now, give me your attention over here.

Right. Me Uncle Danny's going to come
out here now and he's going to tell you

all a story.

So if I could just get you all to put
your hands together.

With a little bit of encouragement from
your old Uncle Danny.

Thank you very much.

I will tell you the tale of Nuada. Why
is it?

Nuada of the Silver Hand.

Will you have a little patience? And
you've got it wrong.

He was Nuada Arkatlam, Nuada Silver Arm.

But he wasn't called that until later.

Hello.

Nuada was king of the Tawah Ad -Dinan,
and they were gods.

But they could die, too, like the rest
of us.

King Nuada was a great fighter, aided by
his mighty sword, from which no one

could escape once it was drawn.

I'll be right back.

And he fought the great battle of Mag
Tured and defeated the fair Boloch,

There was a price to be paid.

I thought you'd come around.

For in that battle, Nawada lost his
hand.

And because any king of the Tuatha Dé
had to be perfect, he could be king no

more. Now, we don't need the police
involved.

And you were quite right.

Hurley, he would blab to anyone when he
was drunk. And that was most of the

time. From that day on, he was known as
Nawada Hargadlam.

Noir de silver arm?

And sure, didn't that arm work just as
well as the ones you have yourself?

So, how about a drink?

I better get back.

So it's agreed.

I didn't see anything, and I get half
the treasure.

I know he was a bit of an idiot.

And he never knew when to hold his
tongue.

But he was my friend.

Oh, of course he was.

You know, he told me that he loved me.

But I, uh... You love Paddy Whelan.

Yeah.

God, it's just so horrible to... Think
about Michael being murdered.

Mrs. Fletcher, Miss Byrne.

Would you fill up the few questions now?

I understand that Michael Davis was
sitting at the table with you.

Yeah, he was.

He got a call on his cell phone, and he
went away, but he said that he would be

right back.

I believe it was that call that lured
him to his death.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

Inspector, it's wire.

I wonder if by any chance you found an
envelope that looks like this on

Michael's body.

I'll find out, sir.

Sorry, Paddy, no one's allowed inside.
Oh, come on, Deirdre, I've got to see

Brita. She'll be devastated.

Well, I can't let her through.

That's enough, Paddy. Now, I have to see
to this lady here. What is it, Nora?

No envelopes found on the body, sir.

I saw him put it in his pocket right
after he got here.

Now, just earlier, he had shared his
clue with us.

Now, I don't believe that the murderer
knew that.

I am almost sure that Michael Davis was
in the barn when John Hurley, he died. I

believe that he was hiding there and
that he may have seen the murderer.

Now, when I was at the barn that day...

I found a piece of fabric.

Tonight, I noticed Michael Davis' jacket
had a tear in it.

And you think that's why he was
murdered?

Rita!

Patty, it's horrible.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Ah, Patty.

I understand there was a bit of
unpleasantness between you and the dead

Would you mind telling me what it was
about?

It was a private matter.

Is it true that he was stabbed with the
sword taken from Second Chance?

War travels fast.

Well, I don't have any more questions
for you now.

You may leave.

Oh, that's the one.

It's Paddy.

Paddy, are you sure?

I simply can't imagine why anyone should
want to kill Michael.

Nora, you forgot the marmalade again.

Yes, well, I believe that the murderer
took the envelope with the clue out of

Michael Davis' pocket.

And Nora, bring us more hot water, will
you?

I mean, first John Herlihy, and then
Michael Davis both murdered because of

treasure.

I'm worried about who might be next.

Mother?

Give me the key to the desk drawer.

What for?

Just give it to me.

They were always fighting, you know.

Michael and that Paddy Whelan. I expect
Paddy murdered him. And it's nothing

whatsoever to do with some treasure.

I'm sorry, but I think you're wrong.

What do you think you're doing?

Mother, I agree with Jessica. Enough is
enough.

Brita is the only one who can solve the
clues.

Will you give this to her?

I will. And to mine as well. Thank you.

Mother.

Thank you.

You can put mine back in the desk.

What on earth is that?

It's just lines.

Well, let's take a look at Fiona's.

With the others, and we'll see what
we've got.

The beauty of a plant.

Is that also from the Song of Amirgan?
Yeah.

But it doesn't help as much.

I am the sea swell, a piercing spear
waging war.

Well, where's Paddy's?

Oh, he was going to drop his boy this
evening. But if we can't make head nor

tail of any of them, then... Could they
possibly be anagrams? I mean, I know

that your dad enjoyed doing crossword
puzzles.

Yeah, you know, he did, but I don't...
Well,

we'll ask the owner.

That's it.

The poem was written in Gaelic.

Gaelic?

Of course.

So, all I have to do is put the clues
back into the Gaelic language and try

make an anagram of them.

That's why he did it this way.

He knew you were the only one who knew
Gaelic.

It was Eamon's way of making sure that
you got your share of the treasure.

You see, he did leave you a bequest
after all.

I think perhaps he's it.

You keep working on this.

Do you know where I'd find Nora at this
time?

Oh, it's their afternoon off. She looks
to go to Bridget Murphy's here.

You know the Avondale cafe, right? Yes.

Hello, Jessica.

Oh, hello.

You caught me.

I slipped out from the office to indulge
my voice.

Bridgie Murphy's homemade cakes.

I recommend the sponge.

Oh, I'll remember that.

Do you mind if I join you?

Your usual, Nora?

Oh, please, let me.

We'll have a pot of tea for two.

And scones with jam and cream and sponge
cake?

How does that sound?

So, the employment agency just wrote to
you saying that the Byrne family

needed someone to replace Kitty Murphy.

That's right. That's the way for us.

Is Kitty Murphy still alive?

Ah, sure. I don't think that one will
ever die, doesn't she live upstairs with

Bridgie?

A drop more tea.

Lovely.

Do you remember the name of the
employment agency?

I can't remember.

Funny sort of name. Began with an M.

I gave the letter to Mrs. Byrne when I
came for the interview.

Very sad about John Hurley, wasn't it?

It was.

Although I never liked him that much.

No, he did seem a rather difficult sort
of chap.

I heard him shouting at you in the
kitchen.

Nora, who is the lost boy?

I can't. I mustn't.

Here, get better on this. I'll tell him
I've lost it.

Tell who?

I can tell you. Wait, Nora. Here's my
cell phone number. If you have any

trouble, don't hesitate to call me.

Oh, my mother of God.

Hello?

Kitty? Are you there?

Do forgive me. I believe you're Kitty
Murphy.

It's Jessica Fletcher, the lady mystery
writer. Sit down, sit

down.

I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to
ask you about the Byrne family.

But should I love to talk about the old
times?

Especially poor Eamon. He was such a
dear wee fellow. Not like his father.

Oh, Macbeth, a great bully.

He risked from nothing.

But he was hell -bent and determined.
His son would climb still higher. And

marrying well was one way of it.

But Eamon... He fell in love?

He did so.

And he got her in the family way.

Mick Burn sent her off to Connemara to
have the child.

Mick Burn made sure that the child was
adopted.

Oh, that poor girl.

What became of her?

Mick arranged with her father that she
should be married off to someone else.

But the night before the wedding, she
hanged herself.

Oh, my God.

No wonder Eamon never forgave himself.

What was her name?

Her name was Rose.

Rose McRoth.

And Eamon left me Rose Cottage.

And he married Margaret and they had the
two girls.

But he never stopped looking for his
son.

He had a son. Excuse me.

But you have no business to be up here
troubling my mother.

Mind your own business, Bridgie.

So, Rose's child was a boy.

Oh, a fine boy.

Oh, Damon knew that.

But he never could find out who adopted
him.

The lost boy.

Did Rose have any other family?

Her mother and father are dead.

She did have a sister.

Mrs. Fletcher knows her.

Nora.

Inspector. Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

I just had a cup of tea with Nora Flood.

Tell me, what do you know about Eamon
Byrne's family?

Very little. I know he came from
Limerick. Yes.

Did you know that he had a son out of
wedlock that was given up for adoption?

We're not on about the wee boy noggin,
are we, Mrs. Fletcher? Oh, no. He'd be

about 35 years old and what?

Angry? Bitter?

Greedy? Murderous?

It's a possibility.

I'm on my way to Rose Cottage. Well, if
you take the shortcut by the church

through the graveyard, you'll be there
in no time. Thank you.

You're right.

The Ogham.

And what's that?

It's an ancient Celtic script.

The first known written language in
Ireland.

I saw a reference to it in this little
book, but I didn't know what it looked

like. But your clue is different from
the carving that I saw in the graveyard.

But it's the same general idea.

I know there's a group of lines for each
letter of the alphabet.

I'll have to check one of my dad's
reference books, though.

Oh, Patrick, I wonder if you'd be so
good as to come with us to the station.

No.

Jessica?

Pardon me, Sergeant. Are you arresting
Mr. Whelan? Just ask him to assist the

police in their inquiries about the
murder of Michael Davis.

Don't worry, love. They can't keep me.

Hello?

Hello?

Nora? Nora, calm down.

What kind of danger?

No, no, just... Where are you?

Well, come over to Rose Cottage. You'll
be quite safe here.

All right, all right.

I'll come right away.

I'm sorry. I have to go for a minute.
I'll be right back. Will you be all

Yeah.

Good.

Yes, it's Jessica Fletcher. I must speak
to Inspector O'Dwyer.

Yes, I understand that.

But would you get a message to him,
please?

No, no, his voicemail won't do.

Oh, well, all right.

Inspector O'Dwyer, this is Jessica
Fletcher. Please call me as soon as you

this message. It's very, very urgent.

Well, I'm sure that Nora Flatt is in
terrible danger.

I am so glad you're here. You've heard
about Nora?

Inspector O'Dwyer came by.

He said her neck was broken.

Well, I came by to see if there's
anybody from the family that I should

Do you know anything about her family?

No. When I joined the farm, she was
already working for the Burns. You know,

Rita is distraught. And now with Paddy
in custody.

Paddy? Well, they seem to think that he
killed Michael.

Well, that's ridiculous.

Well, apparently Nora said that she saw
him in the telephone box at the time

that Michael received the call.

And his prints were all over the murder
weapon.

That's extraordinary.

I'd better go to Rathken and see what I
can do. I might be able to get him out

on bail.

Thank you, Charles.

Brita really needs him now.

Poor Nora.

She said... He's watching me all the
time.

But who, who was she afraid of? Well,
she wouldn't say.

Do you still have the letter from the
employment agency? Nora said that she

it to you.

I have no idea, but... You know, if it
was anywhere, it would be in that desk.

Mother never throws anything away.

Just a moment, now.

The Marchot Employment Agency.

You know, I remember now. I thought it
was strange that they should tell her

that there was a job here.

So I kept this letter just in case,
well, she proved less than satisfactory.

So you didn't write to them first?

Oh, no, no.

I never heard of them.

These seem to be anagrams of different
places around here.

I've marked them on the map, but they're
just dotted around all over the place.

Have you got a list of the order in
which the clues come in the poem?

I mean, what would happen if we put them
in that order?

Now, that would make the first one being
Ballymule, right?

Right. And we don't count mine, so
that's Michael's and Paddy's, and

there's yours too, Jessica.

That's right.

And then there's Nora's and Fiona's.

And that would be fine.

It would really help if we had my
mother's clue.

What we do have, though, seems to lead
right into these hills.

But where exactly?

Well, what about your clue?

Have you had any luck with your research
on the Ogham?

The only thing I could make out is that
it seemed to be the Celtic word for

tortoise.

Charles McCaffrey told a lawyer he
didn't have enough to hold me on, so he

better charge me or let me go.

Good old Charlie.

Well, what about your fingerprints on
the sword?

Oh, that was all nonsense. I said I was
often in the house and could have

handled it at any time.

And did you?

Who knows?

Did they tell you about Nora?

Yeah.

I wouldn't have wished her any harm,
poor creature.

But apparently she said I was the one
who phoned Michael at the pool.

But you didn't. I did not.

I didn't have my mobile phone with me,
so I went to the box to call Brita, but

her mobile was switched off.

Well, we've simply got to figure out
where this treasure is before someone

is murdered.

Well, let's hope that doesn't happen.

Brita, you keep on working.

I'm going to check something out. Okay.

Did you want something? Oh, sorry.

Did I startle you?

It's all right. I took everything out
and put it away.

I must be getting jumpy.

There's a murderer about.

Now Fiona's gone into town with Tom
Malloy.

We're all alone.

Pretty frightening with all these
murders.

And I think I know why you're here.

You know, Jessica, perhaps I should have
listened to you.

Here.

Give that to Brita, will you?

Thank you.

Hello?

Britain?

Dear Jessica, I think I've solved it.

Dan knew that I loved my tortoise.

It wasn't an anagram after all.

It was a name.

Usna. Her name is Usna.

Paddy and I have gone to get the
treasure.

It's on the road to Rathken.

I know we'll find it. It's marked.

Love, Brita.

P .S. Its proper name is Usnek, the
heart of Ireland, but it's pronounced

It's a hermit's cave.

Marshot. Marshot. Of course, that's an
anagram for Macroth.

Oh, my God.

The fingerprints.

Oh, Brita.

Yes, this is Jessica Fletcher. I must
speak to Inspector O'Dwyer.

I have an urgent message for him.

Say that Brita Byrne is in grave danger.

She and Paddy Whelan have gone to the
hermit's cave at Ushna Hill, and I'm

to follow them there. Do you understand?

Are you trying to kill yourself
altogether?

I'm so sorry. I need a lift urgently.
Are you going anywhere near Ushna?

I've never heard of it. I'm going to
Rafgan.

Well, that's good enough.

Can

you

go a little faster?

Don't ask me. Ask the car.

Right here is fine.

I think I know where I'm going now.

Thank you very much.

Jessica.

What have you done with Paddy and Brita?

What makes you think I've done anything
with them?

You were at Rose Cottage earlier,
weren't you?

Yes.

Well, I came by to accept grateful
thanks for securing Paddy's release and

to see how you were getting on with the
clues.

But luckily the door was open and I
realized that they'd solved the puzzle.

Just then I heard someone coming.

I knew it wouldn't do to be found there,
so I quickly made my exit.

Fortunately, my car is a lot faster than
Paddy's old van, and I was able to take

a shortcut and get here first.

I even had time to leave them a note. It
said, Well done, but you're not quite

there yet. There's another cave called
Ushna.

Keep looking.

Amen. So, Paddy and Brita snapped up the
note and left.

Leaving you to find the treasure.

Oh, now, you didn't really think I'd do
them any harm, did you?

You murdered John Herlihy.

What?

Why on earth would I do that?

Because he wouldn't tell you where the
treasure was.

And you were afraid that when he was
drunk, he'd tell someone else. And you

murdered Michael Davis because he saw
you and was blackmailing you.

Really? And how is it that they found
Paddy Whelan's fingerprints on the

weapon? Well, that's one of the things
that gave you away. I remembered that

kept the glass with Paddy's fingerprints
on it.

You said you liked my work, and I saw my
book, The Zero Aspect, on the bookshelf

in your office. In that novel, the
murderer used adhesive tape to transfer

fingerprints of an innocent person onto
the murder weapon.

And I did all that because I wanted the
treasure.

No, not only that.

Mostly for revenge.

You're the lost boy. I think you're Rose
MacRoth's son.

What an extraordinary idea.

I don't even know who Rose MacRoth is.

I think you do. I think that's why you
keep that souvenir of Connemara in your

desk. Kitty Murphy told me that Rose's
son was born in Connemara.

It's pure coincidence. I told you that
was given to me.

By Nora. She was Rose's sister. And you
got her the job with the Burns.

It's nonsense.

I told you, she was already here when I
came to Ballymure. But that isn't true.

I have a letter from the employment
agency dated at least a year after you

joined the firm. I suspect that your
fingerprints are on that letter and the

name of the agency, which doesn't exist,
by the way, is Marshot, which is an

anagram of Matt Croft.

You may have figured this out, Jessica,
but no one will believe you.

I think they will.

When I tell them that you put Nora into
the household because you thought she

could be useful in watching the family.

But then... Yes, poor Aunt Nora.

I soon realized she was something of a
liability and tried to scare her into

silence. But when she found out about
the... About the murders, you lured her

the churchyard and murdered her.

Just in time, too.

She'd have told you everything.

There's no point in that.

Inspector O'Dwyer knows that I'm here.

But he doesn't know that I am.

The lost boy.

It sounds quite romantic, doesn't it?

Believe me, when your adoptive father is
an abusive drunk and the woman you've

been told to call your mother is cold
and unfeeling, you have plenty of time

plan revenge.

And that's what I did on Eamon Byrne,
the father who abandoned me.

I planned to take it all away from him
and leave them with nothing.

And to some careful manipulation of the
books, I did it.

I'm only sorry that Eamon didn't live to
see it.

Step over there, please.

No.

Wait.

Put him in the car.

Mrs. Fletcher, are you all right?

Yes, I'll be fine.

Thank God you arrived.

Well, after the last time I left
instructions that any message from you

be passed on to me immediately, night or
day.

Excuse me, madam.

This belonged to you.

Thank you. I'll take it.

It belongs to the Byrne family.

Oh, Brita, I'm so glad I got to know
you.

Oh, if I had one wish, only one. You
know, I really, really wish you could

to our wedding, Jessica. Oh, so do I.
But I couldn't be happier for both of

I'm happy for you too, Brita. I never
would have thought it would happen.

Well, it would have really pleased us.

It would give me the greatest pleasure.

If you would accept Rose Cottage as my
wedding present to you.

Oh, Jessica, you are wonderful. Do you
know that? Thank you so much for that.

Thank you for everything.

God bless you, Jessica. Thank you. Thank
you very much. You're very welcome.

Isn't it time we had a look at the
treasure?

Oh, I think Jessica shouldn't wrap it.
Yes, good idea. Well, if you're sure.

What a silver arm.

She must be a thousand years old.

Maybe old, but it's beautiful.

How much do you think that's worth?

Look, Brita, here's a Celtic
inscription.

It says, happiness comes to all those
who cherish others.

Here we are.

Brita. Oh, thanks, Daddy.

Here you go, Jessica.

Here's to the memory of Eamon Byrne, who
did indeed cherish his family and who

made the most of his second chance.

Right.

Eamon. Eamon.

love.