All language subtitles for Haunted.Harmony.Mysteries.Prelude.to.a.Wedding.2026_[eng]

Ugh!

Hello?

Look, let me explain.

No!!

Pray...

I love that.
What is it?

Well, right now
it's not anything.

No, that was something.

Well, I mean,
the start of it.

I have the verse,

but right where the chorus
should be in my head,

everything goes blank.

That's an original?

Trying to be.

Last week I had
a writer's block,

and let me tell you,
I am not a big fan of it.

Well, maybe a change of
scenery might help inspire you.

Okay, so I got a friend, Ty,

who's getting married
this weekend,

and his violinist
just cancelled,

so I was hoping that maybe...
you knew someone?

Um... would that
someone be me?

Yeah, you could...
you could be my plus one.

Oh, like a date?

More like a dinner or two.

Dinners date.

Whatever you want to call it.

Where's the ceremony?

About an hour's drive away
at the Moody Inn.

Separate rooms,
of course.

Wait. Isn't that
where Siobhan

got the wedding planning
gig on?

Yeah, it's her first one,
I believe.

Oh, yeah, she is very excited.

And nervous.

Hey, even more of a reason
to attend. Huh?

Okay, tell you what,
we can call it a non-date.

Well, it is a three-day
weekend,

so there's not much going on.

You... need a violinist.

I need a break.

And a little dancing
won't hurt.

Is that a yes?

When are we leaving?

Tomorrow after school!

- Bring your dancing shoes.
- Ooh! Yeah, see ya then.

Thank you.

Wow.

So, remind me
what I should know?

Well, the groom, Ty,

he's in antiques.
And his bride, Sunny,

she's a fashion influencer.

Oh, old school
meets new school.

Yeah. Well, Sunny's actually
stepping away

from the limelight.

Her and Ty are starting a family
and a B&B somewhere up north.

But other than that,

I'm just as new as
you are here,

so I only really know Ty.

From...

He was one of my first
friends after the divorce.

But Siobhan and the rest
of the wedding party

went to school together,

so she'll catch you up
on the rest.

- Hey!
- Hi! Finally, you made it.

Yeah, let me get that for
you. I'll go check us in.

So, how's the non-date,
date going?

Just here as a friend.

Are you trying to
convince me or yourself?

Probably both.

You know, I'm just...

Waiting to see how
things play out

with Inspector O'Reilly?

Aren't you supposed to be
planning a wedding or something?

Well, the bride's really
the planner.

I'm more of a weekend
coordinator.

Speaking of, I texted you
a list of the ceremony songs

Sunny wants you to play.
They're extensive.

Ah, she sounds very thorough.

That's one way to put it.

Besides Griff, did you bring
anyone extra?

And by extra you mean...

A certain handsome composer?

If Eamon's here,
I'm not sensing him.

Oh, um, you sense ghosts now?

I've been practicing.

Hmm?

Handsome? Well, if
you got it, haunt it.

He's here, isn't he?

Who's in the where?

Yeah, awkward cover, as usual.

You need to be subtle

if you're sticking around
for the weekend.

Oh, is that an invite?
Fantastic! I love weddings.

But I gave my best man
the money to prepay everything.

Well, Mr. Brennan only
paid the deposit.

He what?

Okay, look, just put it all
on my card.

I'll sort it out
with him later.

Hey, you know, I've got some
18th century Giltwood chairs.

They would look incredible here.

We're over budget on
the renovations already,

but I'll keep it in mind.

Ho, ho, ho, Gryffindor!!

T-Bone!

- Come here.
- Everything okay?

Oh, my bills have bills.

Hey, you want to buy a
Garvan-carved mahogany tea table

by any chance?

Uh, not on my salary.

Ty, this is...

Gethsemane. Nice to meet you.

Same.

And always with a dramatic
entrance, my soon-to-be bride.

Darling, Griff and Gethsemane
have arrived.

Marvellous. Welcome
to the madness.

Can we do that again?
My angle was a little off.

Hi, Gethsemane. I'm Sunny.

Meet Agnes, my maid of honor,
and partner in crime.

Hi. I love both your outfits.
Same designer?

Thank you. And yes.

Brand sponsors let us have
a pick of whatever we want.

Perks of the job.
Or well... they were.

Well, pack your bags,
we're going on a guilt trip.

Oh, shush.

Okay, can we just
take some more photos?

Yeah, of course.
Lovely to meet you guys.

Griff was tell me you're
working on an original piece.

Maybe something you could play
at the ceremony?

Oh, I don't think it'll be
done in time,

but if it is,
it'll be my gift to you.

Well, you've got a keeper
here.

Uh... Gethsemane and I are,
are actually just...

Happy to share your day.

So, where did
the beau get off to?

Not my beau, but Griff is
playing golf with Ty.

Oh, golf, yeah.

The game where you shout
"fore", shoot six,

and write down three.

Look what
we have here.

Mm-hmm.

What happened to subtle?
You're going to get caught.

I'm not subtle.
I'm just strategically vague.

Piano could do with
some tuning, though.

Looks like it's
been here for a long time.

Sorry, what did you say?

I was just saying I couldn't
resist the call of a piano.

Hmm. No one's played it
in years.

This room has been under
renovations for a while.

Oh, I... I hope you
don't mind.

I've been working on a piece.

Wedding related.

No, no, no,
that's-that's fine.

Be nice to have some
music around the place again.

Wedding related?
Now, that's strategically vague.

I'm here. What's happening?

I'm a bit overwhelmed.

Who knew coordinating would take
so much coordination?

Between arrivals tonight,
golf, spa, rehearsal tomorrow,

wedding Sunday, presents and
brunch on Monday, it's a lot.

But you can handle it. And
the centerpieces look gorgeous.

Thanks to Erin. She's
our friend from school, too.

She's a big interior designer.

She's even doing
Sunny's flowers for free.

Lovely. Is that her hubby?

No, Sean's our mate
from school too.

He could be a little...

intense, but he's really
been going through it.

How so?

He just lost a fortune
betting on some failed stocks.

Oh.

And he's just been through
a really brutal divorce.

Hence the empty
seat next to him.

That's actually there
as a tribute.

A tribute? For who?

Our schoolmate, Brayden.
Car accident in 12th grade.

He was driving with Frankie and
Ty, and they both made it out,

but Bray didn't.
So, ever since...

we save a spot
for him in spirit.

It's sad but sweet.

Thank you.

So, you're both math teachers?

Ah, no, no, I'm,
I'm the math nerd.

Gethsemane's actually
our music director.

I love your tattoo.

Oh, thank you.

I'm trying to figure out if
I know the song,

because the E-flat major

reminds me of Beethoven's
Symphony No. 3.

But the G and the A are
more contemporary.

Those three notes start off
songs like Smoke on the Water

and House of the Rising Sun.

Oh, you're good.

But I can't... I can't
place it. What's it from?

Uh, it's an original,
actually.

You write?

No, but my ex did.

It was very Romeo and Juliet
at the time.

Still a good memory, even though
the color's faded now.

Does Agnes ever stop taking
pictures?

And pose.

So, thanks everyone
for coming.

So, I've been
in love with Sunny for--

Okay,
the best man is here!

Let's get the party started!

Did I mess this up?

As always. But I'm glad
you finally made it.

Can you please just sit down
and try not being you for a sec?

Ouch.

Um... So, where was I?

You were apologizing for
taking my bestie way up north

and for ending our brand.

Well, actually, Frankie
set up the B&B,

so all the blame goes to him.

Guilty.

Oh, so it's all
your fault then?

Hey... we'll be best friends
forever, apart or together.

Exactly. So, if you'd
all join me in raising a glass,

to my bride.

May our love story continue
to blossom

like the beautiful flower
that you are.

Aww!

Cheers!

Are we toasting
or are we partying?

A toast to partying.

Let the games begin.

Woo!

♪ I can't take it ♪

♪ You're a criminal ♪

♪ And I can't face it ♪

♪ My daddy wouldn't like ya ♪

♪ My mommy wouldn't approve ♪

♪ No they can't stop us ♪

♪ Come let's run into the night

♪ I can't take it ♪

♪ You're a criminal ♪

♪ And I can't face it ♪

Oh!

♪ My mommy wouldn't approve ♪

♪ No they can't stop us ♪

♪ Come let's run into the night

Hey, I'm Griff. And you are?

Feeling inspired.

Well, maybe it's the change
of scenery,

or it might be
my sweet suit.

All of the above.

Hey, are you okay?
Is it a reaction?

Have you got your
epinephrine pen on you?

I'm fine, put the champagne
down the wrong pipe.

Are you sure? You sure?
Okay. Come on.

I need a refill. Thanks buddy.

♪ My daddy wouldn't like ya ♪

♪ My mommy wouldn't approve ♪

♪ No they can't stop us ♪

♪ Come let's run into the night

♪ I can't take it ♪

♪ You're a criminal ♪

Frankie, it's really
nice seeing you but --

It's really great seeing you.

Bit of lingering high
school drama, I guess.

Hmm.

I know that look.

What look?

Your song is on replay
somewhere in there, isn't it?

I think I'm even
over-inspired.

Is that a word?

Go chase the muse so we can
continue this dance later. Okay?

The Boogie Man had
some moves out there.

Thanks, oh yeah. I usually
have nobody to dance with.

No body because
I'm a ghost and--

Oh, I got it.

Hmm. Yeah, sorry, not
my best pun, in fairness.

No, but I love you,
so I'll let it slide.

Love you most.

I see you've added
the intervals,

the last four notes from...
from Erin's tattoo.

And you dropped the C
an octave.

Sometimes inspiration
has to find you.

Good writers borrow,
great ones steal.

This has gone on way
too far, man.

You need to tell
everyone.

It has to stop!

Just take it
and get the money.

It's not about that!
And like I said,

if you want to pay me back and
then you just tell everyone--

Tell everyone what you did?

That's not what happened.

Either way, I would be
very careful what you do

or I'll say right now.

- Stop.
- Don't you touch me!

Enough.

- Ooh! Ah!
- Frankie!

You need to go... for good!

Really?

Really.

No, I'm just saying,

you're not the only one
he took something from.

I get it, but please
listen to me, please.

Don't... Agnes, don't go!

You're up early.
Didn't sleep much?

No. Still having a bit
of a writer's block.

Huh. Well,

if we can't think ourselves
out of a writer's block,

then we sit down
and write ourselves out

- of a thinker's block.
- Easier said than done.

We've all been there.
I remember working

on my first composition.
It was just--

Oh, dear.

What's happened here?

What is this?

A footprint.

Erm, behind you.

You're a...

...ghost.

Angels show up
when you need them most.

Eamon. And, and you are?

The last man to see
this fella alive.

Come on. Come on, come on.

These are outstanding.
Your work?

My son's the artist
of the family.

Hmm. Talented.

You should really hang these.

Well, I don't know
about talented.

Anyway, I can't move anything,
let alone redecorate.

Besides,
none of those are finished.

Ah, no art is finished.
Merely abandoned.

So, I'm assuming you
still haven't found

your "one thing" yet.

We get a thing?

Something that meant most
to you in life.

For example, I can play the
piano. Yeah, I know. Amazing.

So, you must have something?

Garda's on the way.
So, where were we?

Wondering how you can see me?

My dad passed
down the ability

to see into the spiritual world.

A parting gift, so to speak.

Impressive.

All my son got was the inn.
Not that he wanted it.

Hmm, the inn's yours?

Up until five years ago.
Colm Moody.

My son Daniel's taken it over
since I...

well, since I fell
from the lighthouse.

An accident, more or less.

An old railing gave way,

and I've been trapped here ever
since for some reason.

Stuck exactly
where you died.

Classic unfinished business.

What?

Something personal that needs
closure, so you can move on.

And we'll help you
find whatever it is.

Okay, so where do we start?

You said your fall was
an accident.

Maybe Frankie's was too?

No. Someone ran off
after he fell.

I didn't see much, but they
were wearing a long,

black, hooded jacket.

Tall? Short? Man? Woman?

It was dark. I couldn't tell.

But they were carrying
something... a chain,

like a necklace. I think
they took it off the body.

Do you remember Frankie
wearing a necklace?

So, possibly a robbery gone
wrong. Did you hear anything?

Part of an argument,

but I couldn't tell you what
it was about.

And then everything
went quiet.

There was just his whisper.

He was saying something
to the heavens

that sounded like "pray",

so I did. Hoping it'd
get him where he wanted to go.

Anything else?

No.

But there is a problem.

They're going to blame my son.

Daniel? Why?

Because they did when I died.

You see, I managed the inn,

but he was in charge of
the upkeep of the lighthouse.

Before I fell, the railing
should have been checked

and replaced.

But with me being
the owner at the time,

they couldn't prove
his criminal negligence.

But now he's the owner, so...

Now they can charge him.

You said he didn't come up
here at all last night?

No. He's been trying
to forget me for a while,

so he uh...

he's trying not to come
up here as much as possible.

So,
what are we thinking?

Our only
witness is a ghost

whose son was blamed
for killing him.

And with two bodies
in the same spot,

it doesn't look
good for him.

Exactly. After Ty being
the number one suspect

from the fight with Frankie.

Daniel will be suspect #2.

Hey...

did you see any security
cameras down at the lighthouse?

Maybe Daniel has
a security system?

Huh. I'll go
and have a gander.

Hmm.

So, Ty hasn't said

what the whole Frankie
fight was about?

No, but I'll talk to him.

I know that look,
your mind is spinning.

Like a web browser with
20 tabs open.

I'm just trying to piece
together the timeline of it all.

What you got so far?

Their fight was around 2 a.m.

Frankie walked out to
the lighthouse

and Erin back to the party.

Sunny and Ty went
to their room.

But did you see Sean
and Agnes anywhere?

No, but I did see Erin
helping Siobhan

and team tidy up the party room
around 2:30 a.m.

And Sean did seem a
little upset

with Frankie on
the dance floor.

Yeah, they seemed
pretty competitive,

and Siobhan said that there
was some recent baggage.

Inspector O'Reilly?

Are you all right?

Yeah, we're... we're okay.

I was talking
to her specifically.

I've had better morning walks.

Well, could you
give us a second?

Sure, yeah. Do you
need anything else?

I could really use a cup
of coffee.

No sugar, but just a
wee bit of... of honey.

Really takes the edges off.

Probably not happening.

- You want to sit down?
- Yeah.

So, how do you fit
into all of this?

Their violinist cancelled.

So, Griff brought me in
to help them out.

Okay. And so, you just
decided

to come up a day
or two early?

And I'm also his plus one.

Oh. Okay. Um...

right.

Well, actually, while we're
waiting on um,

the warrant for
Mr. Brennan's cell,

did you see anything last night?

Not really.

And I'm sorry to say this
because I know you hate it,

but I don't think it was
an accident.

And so it begins.
What makes you think that?

Frankie was drinking,

but not enough to fall from
the lighthouse.

Plus, he was fighting
with the groom.

Mm-hmm.

I'm just not sure what
the fight was about just yet.

Yet?

Everyone but the bride
and the maid of honor

went to school together,

so there's plenty of history
between all of them.

I mean, not Griff, obviously.

Ah, just another reason
why I don't do weddings.

What are your other reasons?

Uh, long story.
I should really,

I should really
get going up to see the body.

Oh, and that part I'll leave
in your more than capable hands.

And all the other
parts too, okay?

Possibly.

What's "possibly"?

Like, perhaps? Feasibly?

Does this design look
like anything to you?

No. Where's that from?

By the body.

Looks like part of
a shoe print

that I might have accidentally
ruined when I was scared

and stepped through it.
Did I mention I'm sorry?

Hmm... possibly.

And you fell over
the same railing?

Fell through it.

It had corroded with
the salty sea air.

Daniel was supposed
to replace it years ago.

This looks like a recent fix.

Mm, not the best
one either.

Ah, money's tight,

so Daniel's been doing most
of the smaller jobs himself.

So, not too much of a
handyman, I'd take it?

Not at all.

I tried to pass down the same
things my dad taught me,

but he was more of
an artist type, so...

Ah, we're useless in
the real world, is it?

Look, you can try to teach
them, but kids never listen.

And then they wonder
why they fail.

My dad's old mantra,

"Son, for you,
failure is always an option."

Is he still here?

Yeah, he's up there somewhere.

But I don't think
he wants to be found.

Ah, look who it is.

Hmm.

Follow me.

Oh, you're the coroner.

Thanks for coming
down so quickly.

Not a bother. Call me Deirdre.

So, Deirdre...

...any prelims?

You've done this before.

See? Artists can
do other things.

Poor fella's got
fractures all over.

Consistent with a major fall.

Not terribly surprising,
given his position.

I found a frothy fluid in
his mouth.

Bloody, probably
from the lungs.

Pulmonary edema.
Heart failure.

Could be. We'll
determine that from the autopsy.

Well, heart failure
could lead to a fall.

What was he doing up there
on that balcony all alone?

If he were pushed, could fear
lead to a pulmonary issue?

Sure. Fear can do
a lot of things.

Hmm.

So, Frankie was scared...
to death.

Looks expressionist.
Maybe Yeats?

You know your stuff. Huh.

Well, is there something
I can help you with?

There is a camera up there
and a recently repaired railing.

Um...

I was wondering if you saw
something

on the lighthouse security
camera last night?

I'm afraid the Garda have
asked me not

to comment on that.

Is there anything else
I can do for ya?

Nope.

Oh, um, that one
a little crooked?

Nice one.

That footprint is about
the same size as Daniel's.

And this looks like
the edge of a shoe.

And this octagon shape... maybe
it's the logo of the sole?

Didn't get a good look at
the sole of Daniel's,

but if there's an octagon...

Match the shoe print,
we find our killer.

But if Daniel was up at
the lighthouse,

Colm would have seen him.

Which means our grumpy
new friend...

Could be covering for his son.

Mm-hmm.

You find anything?

This shoe design
look familiar?

No.

Because it does look like
it might be

the same size as Daniel's.

Was he up here last night?

My son had nothing
to do with this.

We're not saying he did,

but if he was here, maybe he saw
something that would help.

Or maybe you're trying to get
me to turn on my own son!

I'm just...

Oh.

Show off. Are we taking
that as suspicious?

Hmm, he's not telling
us something.

Hey, anyone hear from Sunny?

She's been pretty quiet.

I would be too.

Did you happen to hear what Ty

and Frankie were fighting
about exactly?

I heard something about cash.

I know Ty's low on it lately,

but with those two,
it's always about money.

They work together?

No, but Frankie always had an
angle on new stock

or business venture for
anyone who would listen.

Since you're not a listener?

No. Best things
in life are free.

And the second-best things
are way too expensive.

Um, Frankie said he'd tell
what Ty did.

Any idea what that might be?

Those two were the worst
best friends I've ever seen.

They had plenty of tiffs
over the years.

Always made up in the end.

And if you don't mind
me asking,

what did you say to Frankie
as he was leaving?

What?

Siobhan told us, you're good
at piecing things together.

Oh.

I reminded him that
they've had the same fight

about 50 times since
they were teenagers.

I told him to grow up.

And after that, you went
and helped Siobhan tidy up?

Were you um... were you up late?

We cleaned from 2 to 2:30

and then headed up to bed
right after.

And you didn't see anyone
else around that time?

I saw Agnes outside about
ten past two, maybe.

But she seemed pretty worked up
about something.

I noticed some fresh welding
up on the lighthouse railings.

When were those repairs done?

A few days ago. Why?

Because your father fell from
the lighthouse balcony as well.

And there were some maintenance
issues then.

My father's death was
an accident.

This property is a constant
work in progress,

but we're all up to code.

Anything you need, I'm here
for you, Inspector.

I mean, maybe we could set you
up a... an office.

Save you the long trip
in and out of town.

I'd appreciate that.

You intervened in the groom's
fight with Frankie Brennan.

Any idea
what that was about?

No, no, he didn't say.

Although I do know that Mr.
Brennan was supposed

to deliver payment
in full for the rooms

in their entirety,
but he only paid the deposit.

So, maybe it was about wherever
that extra money went to.

Oh, maybe.

Was there any footage from
the lighthouse camera

from when Frankie
was up there?

No. No, that camera's
been down for a while.

- There's no footage.
- Because it's been deleted?

You don't get some sort
of app alert

or anything when the sensors
up there activate?

No, no, I didn't get anything.

And when Frankie was up at
the lighthouse, you were where?

I was here. Uh, working
late in the office.

Anyone working with ya?

Just me.

That means nobody can
confirm your whereabouts.

Say nothing
if I'm onto something.

Aye. Knew it.

What's this?

Rozanne geranium.
It reminds me of you.

How so?

Um...

it's not native to the area

and it brings
a little brilliance

and melody wherever it goes.

I love that.

Oh, hey.

Hey, guys, how are
you both holding up?

I am so sorry for your loss,
and if there's anything

that I can do,
let me know.

Um, I saw things got pretty
heated with you

and Frankie last night?

Mm-hmm, as they occasionally
did between those two.

Was the argument about money?

No, it was just wedding
stress, really.

Not that we're in
the marrying mood right now.

Hey, whatever you two
want to do with the rest

of the weekend,
we're all here for you.

Maybe the wedding is something
we do in Frankie's memory.

As a sort of way
to celebrate him.

I don't know.

None of this is the perfect
moment that we dreamt of.

No, it's not perfect.

It's only when we're together,

everything is in
its right place.

So, maybe we can rely on that.

Will you still marry me?

Let the games begin.

Okay, so we move everything
a day, spa, golf,

rehearsal tomorrow, and...

And then we can do
the wedding on Monday.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Huh?

Yeah, I've been looking too.

And not one sole here matches
our photo.

Then we need to start
brainstorming other angles.

So, Daniel's been accused
of a similar crime.

May have deleted the security
footage, but has no motive.

Sean doesn't have one either.

But neither women
have a motive yet.

Tries to steal Agnes, who was...

Outside on the grounds
at the time of death.

And Erin...

also in and out of
the party room around then.

And then Ty had
the fight with Frankie.

But what's his motive?

Well, Daniel did mention
that Frankie

only put a deposit down
for the inn,

instead of paying the
full amount Ty had given him.

Frankie keeps the cash.

They fight.

Ty takes it back
at the lighthouse?

But is Ty really going to
kill his best man

right before his wedding?

It does seem like a slightly
extreme way

to get out of marriage.

Not to mention,

there's no evidence of him
by the lighthouse.

So, we need Colm to tell us
what he really saw that night.

Mmm.

O'Reilly's back.

What have you got?

Photos from the autopsy.
Take a peek here.

There's an injection mark.

Frankie Brennan was poisoned.

Needle puncture, mid-neck.

Doubt that's self-inflicted.

Any idea what he was dosed with?

Well, that's the
interesting part.

I'm finding all of this very
interesting, but go ahead.

He had no pheochromocytoma
or crisis history,

and yet his adrenaline levels
indicate a panic attack.

Levels high enough
to kill him.

At least disorient him.

Which would help someone
push him over the rail.

If he was dosed,
that makes this...

- Pre-planned.
- ...premeditated.

That's what I meant.

And as far as what he was
injected with,

we found elevated sodium
metabisulfite in his system.

That and adrenaline are
the main components

of an emergency
epinephrine pen.

For allergic reaction.

Frankie had the allergies?

Oh. So, unless our
assailant's a pharmacist,

they're likely allergic.

They'd need to carry a pen
with them at all times.

Miss Brown?

Thank you, Deirdre.

Thank you!

Miss Brown?

Oh, Inspector. I was heading
to do a little piano practice.

Oh, isn't the piano
the other way?

Hmm. This is why you are
the inspector, Inspector.

Hmm.

If you like her,
just tell her.

She knows I like her, but
with this whole wedding thing,

it feels like I need some sort
of grander gesture. Any ideas?

How about a poem?

Well, if I knew how
to write, I would.

Luckily it's already written.

Just find one that reminds you
of her.

Any suggestions?

If there's anyone who can
find something besides her,

Inspector, it's you. Good luck.

Hmm, a poem.

Hello?

Hello?

Ahem!

Oh! Now I see why
that's terrifying.

Look, if you've come up here
to accuse my son again...

We don't think he was
involved with Frankie's death.

But... but we do know you're
covering for him somehow.

Look, if he was here,
we need to know

so we can find evidence
to clear him.

He was here.

He fixed that railing up there
where Frankie fell.

But repairs don't make him
a killer.

Daniel says that camera
doesn't work...

but I think it does.

And modern motion lights
like that can send an alert

when they come on.

So, maybe that night, Daniel
came up here to make sure

the lighthouse was secure

and found Frankie already dead.

He didn't look--

She cleared my name.
Let her clear his.

He knew he'd be a suspect
after the way you died.

Maybe he panicked,

was too scared
to call the police, and...

deleted the security footage
that showed he was here?

I'm sorry, guests aren't
allowed in here.

At least we know his
alert app works.

Uh...

Sorry. The door was open,

and I noticed some paintings
in there. Signed, Moody?

They need to be hung up.

I took them down because
I didn't need to be reminded

of everything I failed at.

Wow. Well, the one with
you and your dad is...

How did you know about my dad?

I have a gift...

passed down from my dad.

It gives me the ability
to communicate

with people stuck...

in the in-between.

Like ghosts?

Mm-hmm.

My dad?

He's here.

He's here right now?

Mm-hmm. Trying to help
clear your name.

Is there something
you want to say?

Plenty. But that's not
the Moody way.

Say nothing, feel nothing.
Right, Dad?

Hey, how's my favorite
wedding coordinator?

Oh, feeling uncoordinated.
How about you?

About the same as me.

Do you know if anyone in the
wedding party has any allergies?

I know Sunny doesn't
do shellfish.

Interesting.

Um, Is there any fish
or shrimp in the stew?

Not traditionally.

Oh, and the caterer
promised me

that there'd be no seafood
anywhere in general.

Why's that?

Makes me break out in hives,

which... isn't a good look.

You can never not
be beautiful,

but you're lucky
it's just hives.

You're allergic too?

Not to shellfish, but
if I eat a sesame seed

or a tree nut,
straight to the hospital.

Well, I haven't seen
any sesame seeds,

but I'm hoping you have some
meds in case of an emergency.

I must have misplaced
the one I brought,

but I asked the concierge
to pick me up

a replacement in town, so...

A lost epinephrine pen?

We either just found
our killer or...

At least the murder weapon.

I've got a, a stack
of files on Frankie Brennan.

You're saying your fight had
to do with the way

he earned his money?

Again, he's
a financial advisor, so...

So, why is he being
continually investigated

for money laundering
and selling stolen goods?

I don't know anything
about that.

Well, your name is mentioned
in his files. More than once.

Hmm.

Look, we had a car accident
when we were in high school.

Of course my name's going to end
up in a report somewhere.

Not the report
I'm talking about.

Tell me about the one where
he tried to convince you

to fence stolen antiques
through your store.

Yeah, but he didn't do it.

I fully cooperated with the
Garda and no charges came on us.

Yeah, and by all accounts
you got very angry

with him for dragging you
into it.

We worked through it.

He was my friend.

Before the fight.

- Where is the money for the
hotel? I gave you the money.

: Listen,
but we can get money.

: Looks like he
offers you this chain.

: And why did, where
did you get that from?

He wasn't trying to
convince you

to fence with him again,
was he?

Because I believe
business is slow.

No.

And unless you're going
to press charges,

I take it I'm free to go?

Yeah. Just don't go too far.

Pfft.
Defensive, isn't he? Hmm.

You're too late to eavesdrop
on this one.

I guess so. But I did
hear Agnes

has an epinephrine pen
for allergies.

That's good to know.

Okay, I'll ask her about it.

Erin and Siobhan
saw her outside

around the time Frankie died
and said she seemed off.

But what's her motive?

Glad you asked.

With Frankie gone, Agnes keeps
her friend

from opening a B&B

and thus keeps
the money flowing

into their lucrative
influencer brand.

The last time I checked,

there was already an inspector
on this one.

Okay? So please, Gethsemane...

Stepping back.

Hello?

No, Sean,
you lied to me.

Agnes,
it was never mine.

- For months.
- It was not mine.

No, I don't
trust you, okay?

Agnes, if you
just let me explain,

you would understand.

No, I don't need you
to explain.

I don't trust you anymore.

Just give me a chance so you
can understand

why I said what I said,
please...

Didn't Colm mention
seeing someone in a...

Long, hooded, black jacket.

So, what was the chain Frankie

was trying to get Ty
to sell?

I don't know, I'm guessing
the same one Colm

saw the killer run off with?

Anything on Agnes's socials?

No.
Huh.

Well, the epinephrine pen
is most likely hers,

and Sean didn't look too
pleased with her either,

so he must know something.

Or he could be a part of it?

She followed him outside
from the dancefloor that night,

and neither of them have alibis.

So, where does that leave us?

Agnes at the top of the list.

And... huh...

alongside a groom who has
a criminal past with the victim.

Check this out.

Uh-huh,
Frankie stole a watch.

And was arrested for it
about 12 years ago.

They can't be worth
that much, can they?

Oh, if it's an antique,
absolutely.

I know Patek Philippe watches
go for like 300,000.

Wow.

It says 18 karat

and that it was valued
over 40,000.

Huh. Ever find it?

No. And...

all the charges against
Frankie were dropped

for lack of evidence.

Maybe that's the chain
he was seen with.

Maybe Frankie still has
the watch.

And all we've seen
is the fob chain.

Hmm.

What?

The words "Faded Cage"
was engraved on the back.

What's faded cage?

A song by Burnash,

a painting by Genovesi.

Maybe some vintage watch
brand or manufacturer name?

Could ask the groom.

I-I don't think he's going to
say anything without a lawyer.

Well, if anyone can get
something out of him, it's you.

Faded cage.

I always find music relaxes
my mind

and opens it
to endless possibilities.

Anything coming to you yet?

Murder, no. Music, yes.

Like, why not use
the Dorian scale,

which sits between the major
and the minor, like--

Beethoven's "Missa Solemnis".

Right. Or the 1800s
Irish composition,

"'Oró Sé do Bheatha 'Bhaile".

Why does that sound familiar?

Because I'm playing a slower
version, which later became...

♪ What would you do
with a drunken sailor ♪

♪ What would you do
with a drunken sailor ♪♪

That is not calming my mind.

But...

Now that feels like...

The possibilities are endless.

Always.

Sorry. Uh,

the song sounds like
it's coming together.

Uh, pieces are slowly
falling into place.

-Uh-huh.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm going to take that as
my cue to not be here.

Hey...

...you kept it.

How could I not?
I love the color.

Me too.

Did you know that purple

actually only exists
in our minds?

Yeah, there's no... there's no
single wavelength of light

for purple.

So, when our eyes see both
blue and red light together,

our minds fill in the gap

between those opposite
ends of the color spectrum.

It's... it's an illusion.

- Oh.
- A beautiful one.

Wow.

Science meets poetry.

Huh, yeah. Uh...

The wedding and Frankie,
I mean, I know...

I didn't know him that well,

but it just has
me thinking about beginnings

and endings and...

The opposite ends
of the spectrum?

Exactly. Or like your song?

If it ever gets finished.

Hey...

... I think as long as...

we have a beginning,

we don't have to worry
about some elusive ending.

And we can just enjoy
the melodies along the way.

I like that.

I...

I'll think I get some air.

Ah, I've been thinking.

We know that Ty and Frankie
had a criminal past, right?

But if Frankie was trying to get
Ty to sell that watch,

maybe a criminal present?

Either way,
they fought that night.

Daniel involved in that too.

And he covered that
he found Frankie dead.

Then there was Erin
and Siobhan

who saw Agnes upset outside,

maybe upset after using
the epinephrine pen on Frankie.

Maybe. But what else could
she be upset about?

Maybe we need to
ask her again.

Maybe we do.

No, I'm just saying,
if you're not the only one,

he took something crap.

Please,
just listen to me.

No!
Just wait.

Don't go, just wait.
Just one minute.

I don't want
to talk to you anymore.

Just wait, just hold on
a minute. Let me explain this.

No, I'm done. I'm done.
I can't do this anymore.

Just give me a chance
to say

what I have
to say first, please?

What are we looking at?

Maybe the murder weapon...

...in the killer's room.

I'm going to
text this to O'Reilly.

Uh-oh.
Who's there?

You think I had something
to do with Frankie's death?

I'm just trying to help
figure this out

for your friends
and his family.

On behalf of all of them,

I'd appreciate it if
you mind your business

to keep yourself safe.

And even if I said I wanted to
kill Frankie,

there is no proof that I was
anywhere close to him up there.

What do you know?

Like you said, I should
mind my own business.

You really need
to be more careful.

I think
we all do, pal.

It's good timing, because
I was just about to...

Not a very good look
intimidating a music teacher.

She was in my room.

Well, we found
a murder weapon.

The more truthful you are now,
the easier the outcome.

Like I've said, I didn't have
anything to do with Frankie.

- But you were angry with him?
- A lot of people were.

But of those people, you were
the only one sending him

threatening text messages,
right before he dies.

Being angry doesn't
make me a killer.

Well, he did lose
a lot of your money.

All of my money!

That's right.
He bankrupted you.

And he was dancing with someone
you're interested in.

Someone you got angry enough
with to trash your hotel room.

Now, if you got that angry
with her,

I'd bet you can get
even angrier with Frankie.

So, where were you when he died?

Me and Agnes were
outside talking.

About?

Everything.

Like what?

She found out
I'm separated from my wife,

but not technically
divorced yet.

Oh, let me guess
who she learned that from.

I didn't kill Frankie.

Then why was the thing
he was dosed with

found in your hotel room?

You're going to stay in
here with me

until you give me
a good answer.

O'Reilly's been in there
all night with Sean?

Uh-huh.

Something's been bothering me.

Why didn't he just
throw away the pen?

And why would he send
threatening texts

before killing him?

Wouldn't he know that would
lead Garda

straight to him
and the pen?

Unless he didn't
know it was there.

Because Agnes supplanted it
there to frame him.

And if she did,
Sean isn't the killer.

I'll go and get you an update.

Thanks. You're the best.

Inn... I've ever slept in.

Good job, inn.

Last round.
This is for par.

On par with the weekend.

Oh, babe.

All you need is a consistent
setup and proper green reading.

Yes!

Well done.

Well done!

Oh, thank you. At least one
thing's going my way.

About the same as me.

How so?

I've been trying to figure
all this out

so you can walk
that aisle, but--

But?

Did you want to go celebrate
your victory over at the lounge?

- Game on.
- Yep.

What's up?

Ty, I just really need
to know what happened

between you and Frankie.

I know he wanted you to sell
something that night, right?

What's she talking about?

I'm here to help.

Yeah, I get that, but...

Hey, Siobhan told us she
can help with all of this.

We have to let her.

Ty, what was the fight about?

A car accident with our
mate Brayden back in the day.

But I um...

We're all
haunted by something.

But if not for Frankie
or Brayden,

maybe telling us is something
you need to do for you.

I always wanted to tell you.

But I didn't want to risk
losing you.

Well, if you don't tell
me right now, you might.

What happened?

The night Bray died,

he wasn't the one driving.

Who was?

Frankie.

Bray and I didn't know how
much Frankie'd been drinking.

He said he was fine,

but then we hit
the corner into the lake.

With the water rushing in,

we couldn't tell which
way was up.

When we got to the surface,
Bray wasn't there.

We dove down a few times,

but all we could see were
the headlights fading...

...our best mate drowning
somewhere inside.

Even when we got to the shore,

we kept waiting on someone
we knew was never coming home.

Why didn't you tell anyone?

Frankie already had a record.

He begged me to lie for him.

I didn't want to lose two mates
in the one night.

So, you covered for him?

Something I regret from
the moment I did it.

Once Frankie told the Garda
that Bray was driving,

I couldn't undo it.
I thought it was all buried.

It was... until this weekend.

Frankie brought it here.

What do you mean?

The watch he stole from
Bray's house at the wake,

Frankie brought it here.

So, that's what he was trying
to get you to sell

before the fight started.

He wanted to give it to
me to...

to pay me back some
of the wedding cash

and to help me
with my business debts.

No, what,
he stole from us too?

I gave him the money
for the inn,

but he only paid
the deposit.

The argument started because
I told him

if he wanted to pay me back,

he could just come clean
about the crash.

But he wouldn't.
He even threatened me.

He said that I should be
careful

'cause he could tell his own
version where I was the driver.

So, did the fight go further?

I'm a liar, but
I'm not a killer.

Hey...

Um, there was an engraving on
Brayden's watch.

Do you have any idea what
"Faded Cage" means?

No idea.

I turned Frankie down
and he left

with the watch
after the fight.

But it wasn't found
on his body.

The shape of the watch,
was it unusual?

Yeah, actually.
It was a... it was um a...

Octagon shape?

Exactly.

This print in the dirt was
right near Frankie's body.

I thought the octagon was
a part of a shoe print.

But it was the watch.

Someone must have
stepped on it

when they were standing over
Frankie's body, and taken it.

So, this is all
about a robbery?

It could be. Brayden's
watch is worth a lot.

But if only you and
him knew about it...

Hmm...

: Are you kidding me?
You lied to me?

- I was gonna tell
you, trust me.

- How long have you
been lying to me?

- I didn't know how you were
gonna take it.

So, before Frankie dies,
we see you and Agnes

leave the party,
go outside.

And you're both gone somewhere
for more than an hour

and you come back
at 2:15 a.m. Where did you go?

We were outside talking
by the water.

Well, maybe you were up
at the lighthouse?

If you didn't kill Frankie,
maybe you're covering for her.

Neither of us killed Frankie.

Are you sure about that?

Yeah.

Because the pen we found
in your room

is almost certainly
the murder weapon.

And Agnes is the only one
with the prescription

for what Frankie was dosed with.
If it wasn't you, it was her.

Someone must have taken
the meds, used them on Frankie,

and ditched the pen
in my room later.

Okay, let's say that's true.

Why would the killer want
to frame both of you?

I don't know!

Where did Agnes keep her
emergency meds? In her purse?

No, always in her jacket
pocket.

I suppose
someone took that too.

Whoever stole the jacket
also stole the murder weapon.

Still haven't found
my one thing.

You will.

But I think with Daniel,

at least you know what
your unfinished business is.

Hmm. So many unfinished
things here.

Sometimes creating
is about the process,

not the final result.

I do see his talent now,

more than I did
when I was alive.

Not that he'll ever get
to hear me say it.

I can pass the message along.

He wouldn't believe you.

He's right, I never talked much.

And just like my own dad,
I never said...

I never said I love you.

I tried to show him and teach
him how to renovate this place.

I was trying to give him
financial stability,

when all
he needed was support.

You restored this together?

Mm-hmm.

Maybe that's why he rarely
comes up here anymore.

Reminds him too much of you
and everything left unsaid.

Are you sure you don't
want me to say anything?

What about the murder?
Did you find out anything?

Well,

we think the chain you
saw the killer take

was actually the fob of
a stolen antique watch.

Any new info?

Agnes kept her meds
in her jacket pocket,

which she wasn't wearing
outside with Sean.

He says someone took it,
and the epinephrine pen.

If that's true, then that
person used it to kill Frankie.

And then I saw them
making off with the watch

they took from Frankie.

Too bad he can't give us a name.

Maybe he did.

Hmm?

The watch belonged to Brayden.

What if, if Frankie was dying,

he wasn't asking
you to pray,

he was saying "Bray"...
Brayden!

The friend Frankie
accidentally killed,

then covered up.

If we find Brayden's watch,
we find the killer.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What was that?
- What was what?

- Was that a poetry book?
- What? Poetry?!

Mm-hmm!

Oh...

that, that does look like
poetry and some song lyrics,

- now that you mention it.
- Huh...

"Music's what so many
sentences inspire to be."

Where's that from?

Mary Oliver, the poet you
weren't just reading.

That sounds smart.

Maybe I'll not read more
of her stories someday.

So, what's your long story?

The one about you not going to
weddings?

Oh, come on.
I won't tell anyone.

I don't know.

I guess it reminds me
of the ones I love

who aren't here anymore.

I don't like to dwell
on it, to be honest.

I get it.

But if there's anything this
wedding weekend is teaching me,

is that if you live in the past,

you've got to die there too.

Hmm.

My dad, he always said,

"If you're depressed,
you're living in the past.

Anxious, somewhere
in the future.

At peace,

living right now."

And the now feels
a lot better lately.

Agreed.

So, aside from the search
and seizure of my book,

what's on that mind of yours,
Inspector?

Inspector? Oh, I like that.

- Don't get used to it.
- Fine.

In your other readings,

did you ever see
anything about...

Frankie stealing a watch
from Brayden Murphy?

I did.

Yeah, but they didn't find
enough evidence

that he actually stole it.

So, what if,

now that people have
stopped looking,

he brought it back
as some darkly,

sentimental wedding gift
or something?

A gift, I'm guessing,

you're going to tell me
he got killed for?

We find the watch,
we find our killer.

I don't know about
"we", but maybe me.

I'll find the watch, and,
and you stick to your non-date.

I will have to make it up
to you

with an actual date after
this disaster of a weekend.

Oh, I wouldn't worry. I'm
sure you could top any disaster.

You must be fun at parties.

Love is in the air.

Any verdict on who you're
choosing between the lads?

Ah, I was engaged once
and that didn't work out,

so I am in no rush to chase
after it again.

Well, I say love finds us
when we're not looking.

And sometimes it comes along
to remind us

that it needs
a second chance

because we weren't
ready the first time.

See? Even the very thought
of love is inspiring you.

Hmm.

But you're still hung up
on something.

What is it? The case?

Thinking about that engraving
on that watch, "Faded Cage".

I mean, it would lower
the value of the watch.

Hmm, maybe, but not enough
to make it worthless.

So, someone would
still kill for it.

Well, it seems
like they all needed cash.

And Ty getting ripped
off by Frankie.

Sean losing a lot of bets
on Frankie's bad stocks.

Mm-hmm. And Agnes losing
her business partner.

And you saw Daniel's
unfinished reno here,

so we can assume--

He could do
with a cool 40,000.

Plus,

Daniel has no alibi

and would have the room keys
to plant that pen.

So then that only leaves Erin.

With a dodgy alibi.

Yeah, but she comes
from money.

So, if she has a motive,
it's not that.

So, what's the one piece
we're still missing here?

One piece, many notes.

Yeah.

So, you have D, E, B here.

What about sharpening the D,

moving up to the E, and then it
becomes a perfect fifth?

Ah, like this?

Ah, that works.

Mm-hmm. So, I assume I'm
getting some kind

of a ghost-writing
credit for this?

Always.

So, the E goes back and you get
a nice fifth interval.

- Mm-hmm.
- Well played.

Yeah, thanks.
I get that a lot.

And I got it too.

Got it? What's the it?

Something you need to create
a distraction for.

Okay, how and why?

Hammer those keys
and don't stop.

Okay, that's
the how. Now the why?

Because I asked
and you love me.

That I do.

What is that noise?

- So, what are we doing?
- The "why" part.

Okay, we're looking for
a keepsake container. Or...

A jewelry box?

Hmm...

make this make sense?

It's not two words.

It's one.
And it's not even a word.

Still a bit short on
the making sense part.

That's not good.

Any thoughts
about running?

Oh, yeah.

What are you doing?

Why are you in my room?

What do I do?

Um, well...

before you do anything,
just...

just think about this.

And everyone here
at the wedding,

Sunny, Ty,

and our friend Siobhan.

Gotcha.

Erin, I know
about the watch.

What do you think you know?

I know that the watch's
engraved words,

"Faded Cage", aren't words.

They're musical notes,

same as your tattoo.

Notes of a melody.

Written for you by
your young love...

Brayden.

Bray.

Siobhan, there you are.

Now listen to me. If you have
any psychic powers whatsoever,

now is the time to use them.
Okay? Siobhan?

Siobhan, please.
Gethsemane needs you.

Siobhan, please. What um...

Come on, Siobhan.
That's it. That's it.

Come on. Please, come with me.

Come with me. This way.
This way. This way. Come on.

That's it. Yeah. This way.

Oh, oh, oh, oh. Come on,
Siobhan. Geth needs you!

Yeah, come on.
Come with me. Yeah.

Why does no one know
about you and Bray?

We wanted something that
was just ours,

that no one could
take from us.

My parents didn't want Bray
and I to be together,

so we kept it
a secret to be safe.

Those times with Bray,

those little moments,
those little everythings,

they were our world.

Reality and everyone else
just melted away.

And it was perfect.

He gave me this song,
so...

I gave him--

Your family heirloom,

with him music engraved into it.

Frankie stole it
from Bray's wake.

I wanted to bury him with it so
that he'd have it forever but--

Frankie was never proven
to have stolen it.

Until this weekend.

You saw Frankie show it to Ty.

No.

And then you heard
them arguing.

Selling his watch.
It's the past!

You're the reason
Bray is dead.

Heard the truth
how Frankie

was the driver the night
Bray died.

You asked him
to meet you at the lighthouse,

and since he knew you had found
out about him, he went.

You took Agnes's coat.

And you found her epinephrine
pen in the pocket,

realizing it could be useful.

But he destroyed Bray's name,

his memory,

and your future together.

It was like losing
him all over again.

Look, let me explain.

Explain what you did to him
or to me?

You killed Bray!

If I could go back,
I'd change everything!

But you can't.

Let me try. Please.

Bray.

Daniel came
to the lighthouse

and found Frankie dead.

Don't run!

You took Bray's
watch from Frankie's body.

Ah!

Daniel repaired
the broken railing,

afraid he would be blamed
for the death.

He even deleted the
security footage

showing he was
there that night.

But why did you frame Sean?

I didn't!

In the panic of everything,
I thought it was Agnes's room.

But it was Sean's.

I didn't want
to kill Frankie.

I didn't mean to when we
went up there.

I just needed to confront him.

I needed him to admit
the truth about Bray.

Come on, Siobhan.

Come on, Siobhan.

Siobhan!
What's wrong?

Please, Siobhan.
Gethsemane needs you. Come on,

Siobhan. That's it.

Oh yeah, that's it. That's it.
Geth needs us.

What?

Great, both of you.

Quickly now, come on.
That's it. That's it. That's it.

I understand. And I can
help everyone understand.

No.

It's too late.

Give a shout out,
so someone can hear ya.

I'm in here!

Put the weapon down.

Turn around.

So,
what are we thinking?

That like my dad,

I wasn't trying to listen
or teach Daniel anything.

I was just making him into
a newer version of myself.

Mine was the same.

And you really haven't
looked for him up there?

I couldn't shake
the idea that...

he wouldn't
want to be found.

Try anyway.

Maybe he'll say
some of the things I couldn't.

Dad?

Dad?

He's here?

Mm-hmm.

Uh...

my father never said,
I love you.

Closest he got was saying,

Thank you for being you.

And I promised myself
I'd never be like him.

And with you, I did my best.

But my best didn't see that

I wasn't allowing you
to be yours.

Instead of stopping
you painting, I should have,

I should have said thank you
for being you, or... or--

I love you, Dad.

Mm-hmm.

I love you, son.

♪ You can't forget her face ♪

I thought you didn't
do weddings?

You broke your rule?

Some rules are worth breaking.

Which reminds me...

I find home in her eyes
as I walk through life's path.

Her song stole my heart
and I don't want it back.

For in each step, every note
plays through,

as I hope my last breath
is spent kissing you.

How'd you know that
was my favorite?

I... I guess I know you.

I guess you do.

Excuse me?

I'd like to cash
in those dance vouchers.

♪ Now you're here ♪

♪ Starting something new ♪

♪ You never know ♪

♪ It might be you ♪

- Oh!
- Finally finished?

Excellent piece of work,
I must say. And I am an expert.

I was wondering where
you went off to?

Got lost thinking about
my own unfinished business.

Oh yeah? Why's that?

Uh, if Colm and Daniel can
sort out their problems,

maybe there's hope
for me and my dad.

Oh. There always is.

Because whether you
believe it or not,

hope always believes in you.

You think?

Oh! Like a wise man said,

sometimes love needs
a second chance

because it wasn't ready
the first time.

Hmm, he does sound wise.

Talented, and drop-dead
gorgeous too.

Well, if you got it, haunt it.

Until we meet again.

Until then.

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