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Flight 253 from land 1 is now arriving at gate 17.

Thank you.

We just picked up some chatter.

We've got a location on the assassin.

D.U. is in Ireland.

I need to talk to the director.

Someone's in a good mood.

Well, Lola's coming back from Georgetown.

Vicky's getting married. We're staying in the castle.

Aren't you happy?

Yeah, I'm nervous, to be honest.

Oh, you have no reason to be. You and Lola parted on good terms. Yeah, I know.

But I was thinking... Dangerous.

Funny.

Because I was thinking of suggesting that we start seeing each other again.

Thanks for the messages.

I know, I know, it sounds flaky, but the whole reason why we split up was so that

she would go to Georgetown, right?

Well, now she's gone.

It's not like she's just going to pack it all in and come home.

Long-distance relationships can work.

And they can be very stressful for both people.

Does that mean you've made up your mind about Harry's offer?

I've made up my mind to switch off this weekend.

Let's be content about that.

I'm here.

Hiya, bud.

No rank this weekend.

Quite right.

Just call me Viv.

Let's get this party started, shall we?

Welcome to Carrick Doon.

And very welcome you are.

Nice to meet you. You too.

This is Charlotte and Johnny. They own the castle.

My wife owns it. Hi, Charlie. Hi, just run it. How are you? Hi there.

It's been in our family for generations.

But I never liked living here.

But Johnny is going to bring it into the 21st century.

Aren't you, darling?

Yes, my petal. We are doing some radical renovations, and I believe this place

will be out of this world when it's done.

Well, I hope we won't disturb the wedding.

Don't you worry.

We've downed tools for the duration.

The building work meant that we could get this place everywhere it was booked

up. Like I told you it would be.

Well, our wedding planner is a genius.

Oh, which reminds me, I have to talk hors d'oeuvres with her.

Yeah, I'll go with you, because I want to make sure she's not phoning it in.

You would be shocked at how many unscrupulous wedding planners there are.

Not to mention the fake foie gras.

We're not having foie gras.

I spotted a nice-looking pub in the village. Why don't we dump our stuff and

go for a drink?

Sounds like a plan.

Take what the locals say with a pinch of salt. There's a lot of inbreeding around

here. Johnny!

I can't say that.

Wait till you meet them.

But watch out, there's a Tolkien convention on.

But the forks are the wrong sort of forks.

You see, we've all these lovely knives and lovely spoons and they match, but

the forks don't match. They're the wrong forks. And I know you'd have to do

another round trip, but you'd be doing it knowing that the lovely bride, this

lovely bride, will be eating her entree on the most important day of her life

with the right forks. The perfect forks.

And that'll all be down to you.

You are a miracle worker. Oh, Vicky.

Look, it's your wedding day, all right?

If she was that good, she wouldn't have got the forks wrong in the first place.

What was that, George?

Nothing.

I didn't say anything.

Are you all right?

Me? Oh, absolutely.

You just seem a bit quiet.

Oh, no, it's nothing. It's just something.

Harry wants me to speak about.

Is he coming this weekend?

No, he's visiting with his daughter.

He's planning on travelling properly.

Oh, how long will he be gone?

Well, that's the thing.

A year or more.

And he wants me to go with him.

Wow. What are you thinking?

Well, it's quite a proposal from a man like him, who's very independent, like

me.

But you mean leaving Fergus?

Fergus is an adult now, Harry.

What? And you and Charlie are just getting used to Lola being away.

And I was thinking we could spend more time together.

I really think you should consider it. Me and Charlie are fine.

We're thinking of going travelling ourselves, to be honest.

This is really good of you, sir.

Charlie, Vicky wasn't sure about asking you to give her away.

Really?

Didn't want to put you in an awkward position, you know.

I wasn't sure if it was overstepping.

Ah, it's not. It's an honor.

What can I get you for this?

I think we'll get two points for the black duck, please.

Lovely. Yeah, it's near.

Yeah. Um, there was just, you know, something I wanted to talk to you about.

Yeah, what?

Um,

what did you first tell me about?

Tell me about Georgetown. What's it like? Oh, my God. I can't thank you

enough for making me go for it.

I mean, I would have missed out on just the best adventure of my life.

Washington is so brilliant.

And I've just made so many friends.

Do you want to see some pictures?

Yeah.

Why do I?

Who, um... Here, who's that fella?

There.

He's in a lot of the photos.

Oh, that's Ryan.

Yeah, the best.

He's on my court. And he's on the rowing team, too.

He's so strong.

Me and this other girl, Ashton, we can hang off an army.

She's like Captain America.

That's so nice.

So, what did you want to talk about?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing. I mean, I wanted to tell you that I miss you.

I miss you too.

You know, the other day, Ryan said the most brilliant thing.

Oh, my God, you would have loved it.

I wish I was there.

Oh,

cheer up. Might never happen.

Actually, it already has.

White Russian, please.

Hobbit drill.

What's all this then?

You all Lord of the Rings fans?

We're on a tour.

In Ireland.

Actually, Tolkien was inspired by Ireland.

The hobbit.

What?

No, the elf.

Not the elf.

I miss folk.

What if the long way to come to walk through a forest where Tolkien may or

may not have heard some elf singing?

Not at all.

We're upset, aren't we, sugar bear?

Yeah, Tom Bombadil and Goldberry.

You know, because the old forest.

You need to get on.

They're not fans at all.

They've only seen the films.

There is something not quite right about them, that's for sure.

This village is being overrun.

Should go back to where they came from.

Hello there.

Well, we're staying in the castle for a wedding and they're very happy to have

us there.

The castle?

With Johnny Flood, is it?

Hold your waist, Willie.

Good. All those extra jobs.

Some things you can't put a price on.

But you fair tried, didn't you?

Take the soup away, don't you?

Should we wait for the others?

Let's take a look around the village.

Look at the lay of the land.

I was going to wash the door to the right.

Yeah, no, I'll stay with you.

Hurry.

Hurry. Excuse me.

Can I help you?

You sure can.

Who are you?

Government, right?

NSA? CIA?

FBI?

FBI.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

We're just regulatory, ma'am.

And Hoover was the vacuum salesman.

Are you being serious?

FBI incurred a deal. I get a swan.

It's a dream, right?

I'm afraid not.

How very brave of you.

Throwing us into the back of a van, tying us up, blindfolding, and

interrogating us. You think we don't know who you are, right?

That's not the point.

Harry Wilde, Focus 3, we're private detectives.

I'll decide what you are. Oh, hello, God.

It's me, Harry.

Funny. How long have you two known each other?

Forty years. Three.

We've known each other a few years.

What is the FBI doing in Ireland?

I mean, you're breaking all kinds of international laws by abducting Irish

citizens. Who says we're FBI?

Haircuts.

Ridiculous undercover clothes.

The absolute lack of humor. What do you know? Nothing.

Ma'am, um, so, they check out, actually.

Um, yeah, they're... They're here for a wedding. Her son's a cop.

Wedding's for a cop.

Great. So Irish cops everywhere.

So are you going to take the hoods off?

Or are you so ugly we'll turn to stone when we see you?

Take them off, send them home.

All right.

Your son's a policeman?

You know the drill.

You weren't here, you saw nothing.

Keep up the smashing work.

Get them out of here.

I thought we were goners there.

Well, not gonna be.

This way, ma'am.

We appreciate it.

What the hell was that about?

Murdersburgers. Dozens of them all over the world, even here in Ireland.

The screen I saw? That was the Wellington Monument in Phoenix Park, and

it's been attributed to somebody called D.U. D.U.? Now, either this is the most

prolific serial killer ever, or it's an assassin.

Holy shit.

It just finds us, doesn't it?

Death?

Indeed.

The question is, should we investigate?

Look, I know I'm always gung-ho for these kinds of things. But Vicky's

wedding. Yeah, and her friends are here. It kills me to say this, but maybe we

need to leave this one alone.

Hey, maybe he's just passing through.

Oh, I don't think so. There's plenty of money people in this part.

Plenty of assassination fodder.

Assassination fodder?

Oh, that means it's unlikely to affect us.

Right, you think you promise?

We're going to concentrate on the wedding.

Do you know...

What do you as Mandarin for?

Hell.

Hell? Yep.

No, I'm not kidding.

No, absolutely not.

Where have you two been?

Of course, where he drinks in. How many do we have in the pub?

Too many.

Did you get a lot on the way up?

Yeah, you could say that.

Large glass of red wine.

My God, I'm so sorry.

Apparently she's new. I was assured the staff here were top quality.

I can assure you the staff are top quality.

Well, it wouldn't be an Irish wedding without a few spills.

So, you two, how long have you been together?

Well, according to her son, too long.

Oh, stop it.

Two glorious years.

Fergus, you'll have a pint.

No, maybe a half one for me, please.

I'm a full one.

Just because your dad's an alcoholic doesn't mean you'll be.

Oh, isn't she fun on the drink?

Why don't my two favourite men go do something together tomorrow?

Well, I mean, we could explore the local area. I've been reading.

Reading is like sleeping. You can do that at home.

Don't let Harry hear you say that.

This area is actually full of history.

There are books in that drawing room all about the local area.

What about kayaking?

No.

Mom?

Johnny?

She's your ma.

You're not American.

There's only one of us here with fake mother syndrome.

Oh, boy.

Exactly. Drink, everybody.

Yes, please.

I put in a bid for the build.

It's bloody ridiculous.

I have to pitch it all.

Well, he's in charge, Jender.

Gold digger. Bastard. Stop it. Your father will be furious.

Dad's dead, Mom. He's dead years.

I mean, he'd be very upset.

But you were always attacking Johnny.

Johnny has been so good to me.

Come on.

Let's have a drink.

We used to be pals.

That's just a waste of a 200-euro glass of whiskey.

Well, I'm sure you can afford it on my mother's substantial purse.

How rich do you think Charlotte is?

You mean rich enough for someone to want her dead?

Well, if this was a film, the rich heiress would be a likely target.

You promised.

Okay, you got us.

at the Wellington Monument five years ago from an alleged mugging gone wrong.

It's on the FBI board.

Okay. P.U. All the online speculation is that he's an international assassin.

Should we tell Charlie?

Charlie's enjoying his break and Vicky's enjoying her wedding weekend.

And we're not investigating, so... The murder took place in Dublin.

Glenn's in Dublin. He knows someone in the coroner's office.

What if we got Mark Kroger's files?

That wouldn't really be investigating, would it?

Not even a little. No, no, no.

Good night, though.

Good night.

Oh, I was... looking for my mother.

Morning after apology situation?

What?

Nothing. No, I was just saying, I guess it's your stepdad being, you know,

almost the same age as you. You two could have gone to school together.

We were at school together.

Oh.

Awkward. His father, if you can believe it, was an actual car salesman. A

walking bloody cliche.

Made a bit of money, sent his oik to Belvedere.

I was stupid enough to befriend the bastard. He brought him home for the

summers. Never dreamed he'd bloody well shag my mother.

Wow, that is straight up nuts.

But I guess love is a powerful thing.

Love? I know what he loves.

Money.

My poor mother.

She's not right, you know. I keep telling people she's ill.

I think he's poisoning her.

Slowly. He's got her. Under his control.

Thick.

What are you doing?

Uh, doobing?

Nothing. What do you mean?

You were questioning him?

No, no. We were just chatting.

Chatting? Really?

Are you and Granny working?

What? No.

No, not at all. God, no.

On your suspect list.

There is no suspect list, okay?

All right, fine, I'll tell you. But you have to promise not to tell anyone,

okay? We don't want to ruin the wedding.

What are you talking about? Oh,

it's okay, Harry, she knows.

Knows what?

There's nothing to know.

Yeah, yeah, not investigating.

Just a little questioning.

Did you find out anything?

Well, Chester used to bring Johnny here for summer.

Schoolmates. So, not Oedipus.

Oedipus' roommate?

Johnny's a bit weird.

What if he's hired an assassin to kill his rich wife? Oh, I've just been

talking to his rich wife.

And he gets more while she's alive than dead.

Well, then we have nothing.

But that's a good thing, then, isn't it? Because we're not investigating.

Investigating what?

Uh...

Nothing. We... We were just... What is that?

That's my own concoction.

Cleanses the system.

One glass every day.

You're golden.

Can't you try?

No. No, thanks. You're grand.

I'll leave it to your breakfast.

What is it?

I know who the target is.

Who?

Johnny had the blue ring around his iris being poisoned.

How do you know that?

I've read it in a book.

What book?

That's the problem. I don't remember, but... I vaguely remember it was the

type of frog.

He's being poisoned by a frog?

It was an old book. I've read it, I don't know, about ten years ago.

Fiction. But the author had done their researching.

The symptoms were a blue circle beneath the iris, then stomach cramps, fever and

the death.

The author, were they male or female?

A woman. Of course a woman.

I was wondering where you all were.

She's thinking.

Johnny's been poisoned and he's about to die. Harry read a book about the poison.

What is it with you two?

We need to call an ambulance.

There's no time for an ambulance. It works too quickly. We need to find the

antidote now.

It's set in the Amazon.

Mary, Minnie, Melissa.

Amazon poison, Meredith Endersley.

You loaned it to me. Went on and on about this amazing detective, and now it

had to be solved without modern technology, and I could learn a thing or

two.

She only wrote one book.

1825, The Poisoned Wells.

I'll download it.

Who poisoned it?

International establishment.

I've got to search the text for the word frog.

Here. Too late, they realized he'd been injected with the poison of the

Amazonian bullet frog, and even if they could get to him on time, the cure

was... non-existent.

But that was written 200 years ago. By now... He's right.

Check. Amazonian bullet frog. I've checked it.

Nature really does look after itself.

You won't believe the... Pardon?

Okay,

guys, we're looking for pale white flowers.

Get them in.

Get them down there.

You need to drink this.

What is that? It'll help, trust us.

I need to lie down.

Have we killed him?

We need to call the local, Karen.

Not the guards.

FBI here.

Well, this just gets better.

Oh, shit.

Come

here,

what's wrong with you?

You have a face like my ex's arse when I'd slap it.

Harry asked me to do her a favour.

Be part of an investigation, like.

She needed a file from the coroner's office, which I procured via my aunt's

cousin's neighbour's ex-wife's father-in-law.

It turned out to be a complete bloody dead end.

You need to think inside the back.

Yeah. You mean outside.

Inside.

Gay.

What? His next of kin.

His partner, Thomas Williams.

Live and let live, I say.

Hmm. He obviously didn't spend his life grieving. He's on a dating app now.

Well, you can't blame a chap for that.

Paul had died years ago.

Grace, I've listed you on the site and it's white on Thomas.

You set me up on a gay dating app?

Oh, look, he's matched already.

I knew I used the right pic.

What pic?

I told Petra that I was a private picture for her eyes only.

She shows me everything.

Everything.

Right.

You and Thomas are going out for coffee.

No funny business now.

Don't you go turning. I don't need an earful from Petra.

Petra, Petra.

That's that.

In Carrick Doon.

Don't be ridiculous.

Assassins are just in movies, right?

Killers for hire are a lot more common than people think and relatively cheap.

Making contact, it's the hard part. But if we can find out who wants you dead,

we might be able to find out who they hired.

But who would want to harm Johnny?

I have enemies, sure.

I made a lot of ruthless business decisions over the years.

But to go to these things?

I'm going to need you to make a comprehensive list of everyone who has a

grudge against you.

I told

you categorically

not to get involved.

You're welcome.

For us, saving a man's life and finding your target.

You the cop, the guard?

Chief Superintendent.

I'll have to talk to the embassy and make sure you have clearance, but you

can stay on site.

What do you want to do?

Surely you're taking him somewhere safe.

You're leaving him here.

He's bait.

Cold. This is your first real break on him, isn't it, this guy?

Is he even a guy, this to you?

You don't know.

How can we be sure it's even to you?

You're suggesting the conservative killers in Carrick Dune.

Well, if you two are here, who knows?

It's him.

He used the same poison before. Look, this is a delicate operation. We need to

keep it contained.

Tell Mr.

Flood I'll put agents in place.

He'll be safe.

Well, this is bloody brilliant.

Vivian's going to lose her mind.

Look, if Johnny is the target, well, Chester certainly hates him.

Well, he's not the only one.

The man in the pub spat on the floor when his name was mentioned.

And Charlotte said that everyone warned her against him.

Do you think we should tell Vicky?

It is her wedding.

No, we have two jobs here.

Find the assassin and ensure that Vicky has the wedding to remember.

Blow in.

What now?

My family have been farming here for hundreds of years.

Flood, it's a blow in.

Blows in, takes what doesn't belong to him. But the land belongs to Charlotte,

and her family's been here just as long. She's not a blow-in.

That's just maybe.

But she wouldn't desecrate that land.

Desecrate's a bit strong, isn't it?

Just wants to expand the castle.

To make it a hotel.

That's farming land. We don't want hotels.

You build hotels, you get undesirables from Dublin or... What?

All right.

So you're saying if Johnny wasn't here, then Charlotte would sell to you?

Of course she would.

Decent woman, that one.

You tell her I said that.

Have you ever thought about getting him out of the way?

What's that supposed to mean?

Hiring someone to change his mind.

If I wanted to change his mind, I'd do it myself.

Chopping to the kneecap can be very persuasive.

What do you think?

That is a very angry man.

But this is madness!

You can't go!

That's exactly what I must do.

Don't you understand, my love? Me being here and putting you in harm's way.

I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you.

Well, at least get me come with you.

Aren't you listening to me?

I need to go alone to save myself and to keep you safe.

And it's better if I go before the FBI get here. And when they find him, I'll

come back.

Johnny! Johnny!

Tell me where you're going to be at least.

Better if you don't know.

Nobody should know.

I'm such an youthful... Oh, don't be silly.

And where's Johnny?

He's gone.

I couldn't stop him. I don't even know where he was going. He wouldn't tell me.

Oh, you think we need to call a doctor?

Oh, I have a doctor.

Talk to Washington.

Should we tell Agent Draper he's done a runner?

I don't know. I think the book planning on youth is a misbait.

Think about it.

I'm not sure I can do this. Be wet.

You'll probably be able to smell pet on me. She's been gone for weeks.

Have you not showered?

Of course I've showered. More than once.

I actually... Here he comes.

Stop it.

You must be Fernando.

Must I?

Yeah, yeah.

You don't sound particularly Spanish.

Oh, I travel quite a bit.

The accent comes and goes, you know.

If you don't mind,

we stick to English for practice.

As you wish.

That was a very entertaining photo you posted.

I like a man with a sense of humor.

Oh, doesn't he?

Have you been today, Charlotte?

I had been late.

Really?

Johnny.

He'll be back.

He must come back.

Oh, it has been a bit of a free spirit, hasn't he?

I did warn you.

Well, your blood pressure's not too bad.

What have you eaten today, hmm?

Oh, I'm not hungry.

Well, you have to eat.

I'll speak to your butler.

We'll make sure she's fed.

We do.

She's a very special lady.

to move this on.

Not exactly the easiest thing in the world to bring up a murdered egg.

Well, if I know men, and trust me, I know men, when he gets back from the

toilet, he's probably going to suggest you go somewhere more intimate, probably

his place, and then I can't help you.

You're not helping me now.

It's very sweet how you do that.

Stand up, I mean.

Gentlemen, listen.

Death has been lovely, but I really need to get going.

You're not going to suggest we go back to yours?

I don't think... All right.

Don't worry yourself about it.

But please, tell me something.

Do I give off an air of needy death?

How do you mean?

Well, I never put this on my profile, but... I lost my ex.

He died.

And I don't think I've ever really got over him.

Oh, I see.

To answer your question, no.

You don't come across as needy.

Hopefully I don't either.

It was a long time ago, but... God, how I miss him.

That man could do things to you.

Blow your mind. Gay sex things.

Sorry, just rambling on there.

Nostalgia land.

You were saying?

Um, I lost an ex, too.

He was murdered.

Oh, my God, that's awful.

Tell me more.

I don't like to talk about it. How was he murdered, if you don't mind me

asking? Did somebody have it in for him?

Mark didn't have an enemy in the world.

Unlikely. I mean, I got a load.

Who stood to benefit from his death?

No one.

Me, mostly.

I was his next of kin.

So you had him killed?

What? No.

Sorry to interrupt there. I couldn't help overhearing. Chief Sergeant

Detective Brenda Brindison of Ungardishy O'Connor.

I remember that case. I remember it very well. So only you benefited from Mark's

death?

What?

No. Other people benefited.

Mark's mother got his art. He was up for a big promotion before he died. So

someone else got that job.

He left some money to charity.

Are you really a guard?

What's this about a promotion?

He worked at Dublin General. He was going to be made Chief of Surgery.

Wait, I don't think Chief Sergeant Detective is a real rank. Well, it

clearly is.

And I have to get back to the precinct.

Crime never sleeps.

That was odd.

No!

No, you're all good. I love Brett.

Uh, glad Matthew. She said he and Concepter are onto something and they

hope to have more news tomorrow.

Mother!

Where's the bastard?

Offered an olive branch.

Put in a tender for the construction.

Turned out he turned me down.

Where's my mother? Your mother?

They added it.

Family matter.

Your mother is sick and Tony is gone.

Gone? Gone where?

I think you should take yourself home now.

Home?

Family?

This is the old commissioner, long before the one we have now, who's a

boring old fart. Oh, my dad knew him. They said every time they raided the

brothel, he was there on official business.

So we're at this conference, and they were in court.

I walk out of the bathroom of my room and find him standing there, his eyes as

round as I could.

I mean, I shouldn't be telling this story.

But you're not going to tell anyone, are you?

So I take a photo of his teeny cashew nut for winter.

And three months later, he makes me a assistant commissioner.

Wait.

Wait, no, this reminds me of another dinner party.

Something's not right.

What

happened?

They bathed out.

Everyone bathed out.

Where's Charlie? Where's Lola?

Yeah. And Vicky. And Zara.

One of these.