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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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