All language subtitles for Harry.Wild.S03E02.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE_track3_eng

-How long on the hispi?

-One minute, chef.
-Don't overcook it.

-I never do, you twat.

No, chef.

-Lenny, where's my compote?

-Ready, chef!
-Then let's dish up piggy.

Backs!

-Guests are getting restless, Daryl.

-Dishing up now. I need 10 minutes.

Gail!

Lenny, let's start dishing up sides.

-Yes, chef.

-Ah, enough about Rodney
and Bill's saucy sex life.

Have you heard this one?

So this, er, blind guy walks into a bar

and sits down and says,

"Would anyone like to
hear some blonde jokes?"

The waitress says, "I'm blonde,
my co-worker's blonde,

and the lady you've just
sat next to is blonde.

Are you sure you still
wanna tell those jokes?"

The blind guy thinks about it and goes,
"I guess not.

Don't wanna have to explain
myself three times."

Oh!

No offense intended,
Maria, just a bit of fun.

-Ah, you think I'm a natural blonde,
you poor sweet man.

Ohh!

-The main course is almost ready.

How about a round of shots
while you're waiting?

-Didn't I tell you?
Best restaurant in Dublin.

Right, who can follow that?

Ah, let's go!

Your turn, Sean. A joke!

-Another round, Harry.

-Round of shots coming up.

-Mm, excuse me, gentlemen.

I need to take a piss.

-I've heard that joke about four times.

-Good.

Tamsin?

Tell Maria I need her.

Okay, service, 60 seconds, yes?

-Yes, chef!
-Yes, chef!

-Good, serve up.

-Maria?

You in here?

-And, Lenny, out there, smile, alright?

Gail, smile. Ian's an old friend.

-Tamsin!

-Er, I can't find her.

-Jesus Christ!
She chooses now to wander off?

Screw it. Come on!

Yeah! Mm!

-Feck's sake, Gail!

-Ah!

Let me assure you, gentlemen,

this will have been worth the wait,

because Daryl here is
the best chef in Ireland.

Possibly even Europe.

So, what've you got for us, Daryl?

-As requested, gentlemen...

I know who killed my Maria,
and I want you to prove it.

Jeff Thomson.

He used to be my business partner.

We opened Al Vesuvio together.
It was called Original then.

-And I take it things didn't end well?

-He and Maria were together first.

It was no one's fault,
but when Maria and I discovered

we had feelings for each other,
it got very awkward,

so I did the decent thing
and bought Jeff out.

-Well, not having an affair

with your business partner's girlfriend

might be considered the decent thing.

-Well, the heart wants what the heart wants,
right?

Most people would take the
money and start afresh,

but Jeff's always been a...

Bought the restaurant
right across the street,

called it The New Original.

Sad fucker!

-And have you told the guards about him?

-Of course,
but they say he was in his kitchen

surrounded by a dozen witnesses at the time.

But I'm telling you,
the only person who'd want to kill Maria

and destroy me is Jeff.

-Well,
how could he if he was surrounded by people

at the time of Maria's death?

-I don't know, but I know he did it.

And I don't trust those guards.

The one that's in charge, DI Boyle --

you know she's a vegan?

-This is good timing.

Gonna need all the money I
can get for this solicitor.

I've got a meeting at the end of the week.

You still okay to come with us?

-Yeah, of course I'll come with you.

But don't you think there's
a more amicable way for you

to resolve this with your mother?

-She's trying to take Libby away from us.

I'll do whatever I can to protect my family.

-Well, she's your family too, Fergus,

whether you like it or not.

-Well, I don't.

-What exactly are you looking for?

The guards have already looked.
She wasn't killed in here.

-We're just trying to get
a sense of who Maria was.

-Guards don't know where she was killed?

-Not a clue.

They say it doesn't make sense.

There would've been a lot of...

a lot of blood.

-Mm.

Mm, that's curious.

Maria into history?

-No, chick-lit mostly.

-Oh, well, this is a rather dry,
serious account

of the Dublin miners in the 1900s.

-So...?

-Well, an unusual book for anyone to have.

-That'll be my staff.

I've told them to answer all your questions.

-I worked here when it was Daryl and Jeff.

Daryl thinks Jeff might have
something to do with it.

-What do you think?
-I dunno.

I mean, it's mental,
cutting off her head like that.

Jeff was crazy in love with her.

I think it wrecked him when he
found out about her and Daryl.

It's not my place to pass judgment, but...

what they did to Jeff was bang out of order.

-Tell us about Maria. Where was she from?

-Erm, I don't know.

Erm, Sylvania, Slovakia maybe?

One of the Slo places.

Which one has pigs?

-I guess both of them, why?

-Her family were pig farmers.
She told me that once.

-But you're not sure where exactly?

-Wasn't she Irish?

Sounded Irish.

-Maria Pavlena, not a very Irish name.

-You and me don't look very
Irish to a lot of people,

but we are, right?

-Good point.

-What do you remember about that day?

It was as busy as Satan's arsehole.

Didn't step away from
my station all morning.

Only had six covers,
but also had a reduced staff

'cause Maria liked to save
money where she could.

-Maria chose staff, not Daryl?

-Daryl wanted another couple of chefs on,

but Maria was the more business savvy.

Persuaded him.

She was, er, good at that.

-Mm.

-Are you really private detectives?

-Yes.

-I've never met a private detective before.

Unless I have and I just didn't realize it.

I mean there's a school near me,

if you're anything to go by I
could be surrounded by them.

-That day, Mr. Benedict?

-Oh please, call me Harry.

I'm Harry, you're Harry,
that could get confusing.

Let me think, um, I woke up around 8:00,

I, err, had a cup of coffee,

I had, err, two slices of toast with jam --

More about the lunch
rather than the whole day,

if you don't mind.

-Oh, of course not, I don't mind,
I'm happy to help...

honey.

-Excuse me?

-It wasn't toast and jam, it was honey.

Or was it marmalade?

-I'm not sure how this is relevant

to what happened to Maria, so...

-Aye, good point, unless it was,

the chaos theory and all that, yeah?

You know,
butterfly flaps its wings in Dublin,

there's an earthquake in Japan.

So, maybe on a kind of a cosmic level,

my decision to have honey
did contribute to it, mm?

-I went to find her but she wasn't there.

Mr Croft was though,
and he made me feel uncomfortable,

so I got out of there.

-Uncomfortable? How?

-He was blocking my way, he's a bit slimy.

-Is there a back way out?

-Only through the kitchen.

-So, just to be clear,
the only ways in and out

of the restaurant are
through the front into here,

which is full of people or through the back

into the kitchen,
which is also full of people.

-Yes.

-Thank you, Tamsin,
you've been very helpful.

So, if there are only two ways in or out,

how did the killer get
in without being seen?

-The most obvious
explanation is they didn't,

he or she was already here.

But that raises another question.

-What happened to Maria's body?
-What happened to Maria's body?

-I think we need to have a
talk with chef Jeff, don't you?

-Pretentious fucker!

As soon as I'm out he changes
the name to Al Vesuvio,

Daryl's as Italian as a pint of Guinness.

He comes from money, you see,
he's never had to struggle.

That restaurant was my livelihood,

it was my everything!

There was a moment there, a few months ago,

where I had it all, the girl of my dreams,

the restaurant of my dreams,

and then I find out they're
screwing behind my back

and it's all over.

-I can see how that would make you angry.

Angry?

Angry doesn't even scratch
the surface of what I am.

I'm thrilled that bitch is dead.

I only wish I'd been the one
that cut off the slut's head.

But I didn't, how could I?

I was in my kitchen, surrounded by my staff,

they all told the Guards.

-And you didn't leave the kitchen at all?

-I went down to the
storeroom for a few minutes,

grabbed some ingredients.

But so what?

-Okay, that was all suspicious as hell,

but even if he could've
snuck out of his restaurant,

how does he get into
Daryl's without being seen?

-I don't know,
but did you see that look on his face?

It was as if he knows something we don't.

-Well, unless he knows how to teleport,

I still don't see how he could've got in.

-Maybe he didn't.

Maybe he hired someone to kill her,

someone who was already there,

that's why he's got such
a smug look on his face.

I knew there was something
suspicious about him.

Let's follow him.

-Oh,
he must've gone into one of these shops.

-Which one?

-Which one what?
-Ooo!

-Who are we following?

-Care to explain why Jeff Thomson

just gave you an envelope full of cash?

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-Oh,
I wonder if the Guards would be interested.

-What did he say?

It's Irish, it means my word against yours.

What now? I mean, he's bound

to have told Jeff that
we were following them.

-It would rather hamper next steps.

-Err, listen, I-I gotta go and meet Lola,

she's picking up Liberty from school and --

-God, what do you want?

-To apologize, that was a mean thing I did,

I regretted it, almost immediately.

Harry, I said to myself,

show a little professional curtesy

to a pair of fellow dicks.

We're the same, you and me,

only you have a very nice office.

I usually just work out of my car.

-You work for Jeff Thomson.

-Been undercover in Al
Vesuvio for a while now.

Jeff wanted me to find something

that would put Daryl out of business,

he's a very bitter man,
I'm sure you've noticed.

-So, why were you meeting him today?

-Because he's changed the
parameters of my assignment.

He didn't kill Maria,
but he thinks Daryl did,

and he wants me to prove it.

Chances are one of them killed the poor cow.

So, what do you say we pool our resources?

How about an exchange of information?

-I say not a chance, you cheeky bastard.

-Oh, oh...

Oh, well, fair enough.

Suit yourselves.

Oh...

and may the best man win.

-What an insufferable shit.

-That's rude.

-What now?

-I think we need to talk to Ian Croft.

-Why him?

-It feels convenient
that the whole restaurant

was booked out.

Why book out the whole restaurant

for a business lunch?

It's hard to get a table at Al Vesuvio.

It's usually full which means

there would be a lot more people there,

which means that it would be...

much harder to...
-To kill and decapitate

someone without being seen. I -- I get it.

Look I -- I'll see you later.

-In here!

-Smells good.

Thanks for picking her up. Where is she?

-In her room.

-I'll just go up and say hi.

-Wait.

She told me something on the way home.

There's something she wants to tell you,

but she's worried you'll be upset.

-What?

-She wants to go to America.

What?

No, she -- she doesn't understand.

-She understands more than you think.

I told her it was a really long way away

and she told me it was
6,654 kilometers away;

she'd looked it up.

She's given this a lot of thought, Ferg.

-No, she doesn't understand how far that is,

they're just numbers to her.

-She knows there's an ocean in between.

She knows she can't just
come back whenever she wants.

-Why would she --
-She wants to get to know

her mam.

You can't blame her for that.

-What do I do?

I don't wanna lose her, I...

Do I go with her?

-She doesn't want you to go.

I told you,
she's given this a lot of thought.

She knows you wanna stay
here because of Harry,

because of the agency, because of me.

-She -- she can't, Lola, she's eight.

-Go and talk to her.

I think you'll see what I saw.

I think you and I should have a little chat.

Come on.

-Remarkably mature for an eight-year-old.

-Yeah, tell me about it.

-How are you feeling? Really?

-Devastated.

But it's what she wants, Harry, Paula wins.

-Don't think about it like that.

Liberty wins, think about it like that.

Come on, back to work,
take your mind off of it.

-Harry Wild, Fergus Reid,

we have an appointment to see Ian Croft.

-Okay, just a moment please.

You are a rogue, you are.

Scoundrel, despicable, brilliant.

Listen, don't be a stranger,

I always have work for a man like you.

-Well, that's good to hear,
and thank you for your time.

-Not at all.

-Err, thank you for agreeing to see us.

-Well,
I don't know if I can tell you much more

than I've just told your colleague.

-Err, not our colleague.
-Isn't he?

How many private detectives are there?

-One too many.

-Well, I suppose you'd better come in then.

Hold all calls, yeah?

Alright, so, let's be quick,

I've already been through
this and I'm a busy man,

as you can imagine.

-Very well.

So, tell us, Mr. Croft, why did you book out

the whole restaurant for six people?

Seems excessive.

-Well, this is why I've always said

there's no place for a woman in business.

Now that's not sexism, that's just fact.

You see,
the lads I invited that day had the potential

to put a lot of money in
revenue through my company,

so I showed off a bit.

A little excess goes a long way I find.

-Mm.
-How well did you know Maria?

-Well, not as well as I would've like to,
if you get my drift.

Now she, I might say,
was an exception to that rule,

she did have a good head
on her for business...

and a lovely ass.

-Oh.
-Sounds like the 1960s calling.

-You know, ah it's just the wife,
she'll want money.

Sorry,
you were saying something about the 1960s?

-Oh, we were talking about Maria.

-Ah, yes, it's a crime what happened.

-Yes,
cutting somebody's head off is a crime.

-You're not implying it was me, are you?

Because whoever did it
would have been drenched,

and I mean drenched, in blood.

Trust me, my first job was in an abattoir,

I know of what I speak,
and I didn't have a drop on me,

so it couldn't have been me.

-So,
you're saying you have previous experience

in slaughtering living creatures.

And I would presume that
in a premeditated murder,

such as this one,

the killer would've been
savvy enough to premeditate,

I don't know, protective clothing?

Come on, what possible motive

could I have for killing her?

-Maybe you propositioned
her and she turned you down.

-Don't be ridiculous,
if I lopped off the head

of every woman whose ever
turned me down then I,

well, not that there have been many,

but I wouldn't do that is my point.

-We were told that you left the dining room

around the same time that Maria did.

-Yes, I did. So what?

I went to the loo,
I've already told this to the Guards

and to your colleague.

Well, having a bladder is a crime now,
is it?

Anyway I didn't see Maria,
she wasn't back there, so...

-Well, there's no other way out back there,
so where did she go?

-Well, I don't know. Why don't you

ask the flirty little waitress?

She followed me.

Has a bit of a crush, I'd say.

-Mm, no, she hasn't.

-I think I know how women think.

-Any idea what I'm thinking right now?

-Just, it doesn't add up, right?

I mean, if he's telling the truth,
then where did Maria go?

-That's why we need to talk to Tamsin again.

-Oh...
-Alright.

-You can, err, feel free to question her,

but she and Ian are telling the truth.

Maria wasn't in the store room,

which means she somehow
vanished into thin air.

So you, err, wanna team up now?

-No!

-Okay.

-Bastard.

-Why does that man infuriate me so much?

And he's one of these people
who says what they like

and likes what they say,

and they always have to be right.

-Oh.

-I hate people like that.

-Oh.
-Yeah, they're the worst.

-Oh, yeah.

-Listen, I'm gonna get home and
spend some time with Liberty

while I still can.

-Oh...

sketch.

-Oh!

-Sit down, Mrs. Wild.

We need to talk.

-Who the hell is that?

-My name is Vincent,
but people call me Dutch.

I want you to tell me what you found out

about this woman you know as Maria.

-She's dead.

-Well, I know that.

So let's not play silly buggers.

Maria was in possession of something

that didn't belong to
her and I need it back.

-What is it?

-A painting, she stole it over a year ago...

and we've been looking for her ever since.

-Wouldn't she have sold it by now?

-It takes time to move art that valuable,

and we have contacts,
we'd know if it came onto the market,

legally or not.

So tell me,
is there a safe in the restaurant?

-Not that I've seen.

-Have you gone through her records?

Any mention of a safe deposit box?

What about friends, confidants?

-No, no one seems to know much about her,

where she came from or
if she has family or...

-Well. that's disappointing.

You're not really much
use to me at all are you?

-Oh, sorry I'm late, err,
the others are on their way,

err, they're just parking.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I didn't know you were in a meeting.

Sure I'll -- I can wait outside.

-No need.

I was just leaving.

And you'll be sure to call
me now if you hear anything.

Okay, Mrs. Wild?

Mr. Benedict.

-Who's that?

How'd he know my name?

-What are you doing here?

-Err, well, I saw that fella coming in,
you know and, ha,

well, a face like that's never good news.

-You saw him come in?

What were you doing,
waiting outside my office?

-Would you believe I was just passing?

-No.

-Oh, no, neither would I.

Okay, the truth is...

I'm drawn to you, Harry.

-What?

-You're a mighty handsome woman and,

yes, I was, I was loitering outside

but I was --
I was just trying to pluck up the courage

to come in here and ask you out on a date.

What?

-What do you say to dinner?
Do you know what?

It's actually wrong of
me to put you on the spot

after what you've been through.

Why don't you, err,
give me your answer next time you see me.

What the...

-Bloody Guards still won't let me reopen.

-It's only been a few days.

-I know, but I need something
to take my mind off Maria.

Not doing anything's just torture.

-When we talked to your staff

everyone had a different
idea of who Maria was.

Do you actually know where she came from?

-How's that helping to
prove Jeff killed her?

-Well, it's more complex than that.

Your barman works for Jeff.

-Harry? What?

-He's a private detective, too.

Jeff hired him to find
a way to close you down.

-The sneaky fucking bastards.

-Err, there's someone else involved,

a very scary man with a heavy Cork accent.

Did Maria have any connection to Cork?

-Who's this scary man from Cork?

Did Jeff hire him to kill her?

-No, he's separate.

She had something he wanted.

He was asking if there was a safe.

-Did you ever see Maria's passport?

-Did I ever see her passport?

What sort of weird question's that?

-Did you?

Because the man from Cork
said something very odd.

"This woman you know as Maria".

-Look, would Maria hide something anywhere?

-Hide something? Like what?

-In an attic, anywhere...

Underground.

Why did she have that book?

From everything you said about Maria,

she wouldn't read this book
unless she had a reason.

Oh. There's a page that's turned down.

Smugglers' tunnels and how to find them.

There'll be an indentation in
the side in which to get a hook.

-Is this one?

-Here, let's use this rail.

-What the fuck?
-Urgh!

-Oh.

Oh!

-Can you see anything?

-There.

-Urgh.

-Mother?
-Charlie, it's me.

I think we've found the rest of...

-Found the rest of what?

-Maria Pavlena.

We're in --
in a tunnel under the restaurant.

-Don't touch a thing.

-Yeah.
-We're on our way.

-Okay.

-What did Charlie say?

-He said don't touch anything.

It doesn't count if we've already touched it

before he tells us.

Come on.

Oh!

Thank you, thank you for giving
me this time to talk to you.

Yes, well, we found your church's stamp

on the inside cover of a book.

-Oh, what book is that?

-"Far From The Madding Crowd."

Father Michael?

Are you still there?

Oh, err, yes, no,
there was a, err, photograph,

err, a bookmark in it.

It's a young woman with a child in her arms.

Do you recognize it?

I see, oh.

-Oh, um, when was that?

Oh...

F-Father Michael,
could I call you right back?

That was a fascinating conversation.

I think I need a cup of tea.
Do you want one?

-Sure, I'll help.

-Let's go.

What the hell's that?

Have we been bugged?

I think so.

-Who bugged us? Scary Cork fella?

-Oh, no, I don't think so.

You know,
I think it's someone closer to home,

that's why he's always one
step ahead of us all the time.

-Sneaky little...

-Father Michael said that
he recognized the book

and the photo from my description,

he said it belonged to a
woman called Kelly Childs.

Her baby died, she ended up on the streets.

Well, there's a character in
"Far from The Madding Crowd"

called Fanny Robin,
she and her baby both die,

I think that's why Kelly was
so attached to that book.

-Okay.

Does he know where she is?

-He said the last time he saw
her she was going to that --

that big hotel in Dunleary,
the -- The Majestic.

Someone had offered her work

but he didn't know who or what work.

-Okay, so we need to check out that hotel.

What do we do about you know who?

-I have an idea about that.

-I just don't know why I didn't realize it,

I mean that man has predator...

straight through him,
I mean just like a stick of rock.

-I told you there was
something creepy about him

when we met him.

-Hm.
-Who?

-Oh, yeah.

You know, I should've listened.

-So Father Michael recognized him?

-No, but from his description,
he could only be one person

and Charlie all but confirmed it.

They have all of the text
messages that he sent to Maria.

You've read them, right?

-That is one unhealthy obsession alright.

-Yes, but it's not proof that he killed her.

It's all circumstantial.

-But, Harry,
we know something that Charlie doesn't,

we've seen the red box,
the one mentioned in all the texts.

It's right there on the shelf...

-Oh.
-...in his office next

to the sword that he
used to cut off her head.

-Oh, my god!

You're right.

Hidden in plain sight. Why didn't I see it?

-Oh, Fergus, you're so clever.

Well, that's all the proof we need.

-All we need to do is get that box

and we've got him banged to rights.

-I say we confront Ian Croft
first thing in the morning.

-You are gonna be way too late by then,
darling.

-Welcome to The Majestic. Checking in?

-No, we've come to ask you some questions.

-We're looking for a woman, blonde,

30, would've been here last Tuesday.

-Do you know how many rooms
we have in this place?

You need to give me a bit more than that.

-She would've looked homeless.
-Why didn't you lead with that?

Of course I remember her,
she stank to high heaven.

I was trying to get her to leave,
but she had a room

booked and paid for so there
was nothing I could do.

-Do you recall what room she was in?

-Of course I do, she's still in it.

-What?
-What?

She booked for a week.

-How much for the room number?

-I'm not sure that this is the best plan,
Harry.

We're talking about someone
who's literally cut off

a woman's head.

-Let's hope she doesn't have any
sharp knives about her person.

-That's not very comforting.

-Oh, such a wuss.

-Wuss.

-Maybe we should just kick the door down?

-Be my guest.

Take the lift, I'll try and cut her off!

-I thought you said she was dead.

-We thought she was.

Turns out she killed
someone else in her place.

-Yeah, she did a good job,
I wasn't looking for her.

But if it wasn't for you two,
she'd have gotten away with it.

You have my card, I owe you one.

-Wait, wait, we can't let you --
-I'm not gonna kill her.

I don't kill people, unless I have to.

Tina here --
-Tina?

-Tina?
-Tina O'Connell, from Cork.

Tina here is gonna give back what she took.

After that I'll bring her wherever you want.

-The Guards?
-If you want.

-Do you think we'll ever
see her alive again?

-For some reason I trust him.

-Argh!

-I can tell from your faces,
I've convinced you

why you should put your business our way.

I don't need to say anymore
but what I will say is this --

-It's over, fella.

Ha, the Guards are on their way.

-What?
-You think you got away with it?

You sick bastard.

Not in my Dublin.

-What? What are you talking about, man?

I'm so sorry.

-I'll tell you what I'm talking about.

-No!
-This.

-What the hell! That's my --

Oh, God!

Oh, mummy! What...

I'm sorry, oh, I -- I've got you mummy!

I-I've got to put you back in your box now,
mummy!

Say -- say hello to daddy up there!

I'm sorry.

I love you.

Give me that towel.

What?

-Maria Pavlena never existed.

She was Tina O'Connell from Cork,

and just over a year ago

she decided she'd had enough
of her gangster boyfriend

so she left,
taking a very expensive painting with her.

-Now the problem was
that she couldn't sell it

without tipping him off to her whereabouts

so she decided to lie low for a while

until she could work out a plan
and that's when she met you two.

-Jeff was an easy mark,
quickly asked her to move in.

Well, she needed somewhere to stay.

-And then she met Daryl and
he offered the same thing,

except you had more money

which meant she could
lie low in more comfort.

-And everything was fine
until a couple of weeks ago

when an associate of her
ex dined at Al Vesuvio.

-He recognized her immediately
and she recognized him,

she knew it was only a
matter of time before her ex

sent his attack dog,
Dutch, to sniff her out.

So she came up with a plan to escape.

-The only reason she was still here

is she was waiting for
the painting to be sold.

These things take time when they're illegal.

-I don't understand,
are you saying that wasn't Maria's head?

-No, no,
that was the head of a homeless woman

called Kelly Childs.

-How the hell did you make that mistake?

-But to be fair she bore
a strong resemblance,

that's why Maria picked her.

-And when Daryl saw the head on the platter,
it was a shock,

he saw blonde hair,
red lips and big earrings.

-Maria promised Kelly 200 euros

if she'd come to the hotel,
where she gave her a makeover,

she cleaned her up, bleached her hair,

spray tan, make up.

She turned Kelly into her twin.

-Then she had Kelly meet her

in the tunnels under the restaurant.

-And that's where she killed her.

-Now it must've been earlier that day,

so the head was still fresh enough

and Maria must've had
protective clothing ready

because there would've been a lot of --

a lot of blood when she...

decapitated her.

-Later that day she switched
Kelly's head with the pig,

then escaped through the tunnels.

-We've been bloody chumps.

I'm sorry, Jeff.

-Yeah.

I'm...

sorry, too.

-I should be mad at you two.

You made me look like a right ejit.

But, err, I deserved it.
-Mm.

-I didn't take you two seriously enough.

I won't make that mistake again.

You...

owe me dinner.

-Urgh.

I trusted you.

I let you back in after
everything you've done.

-I know.

And I'm sorry.
-You're sorry?

You should've said, that's alright then.

Five years I have spent without a mother

and when you come back you only
come back for one of your kids.

Do you have any idea

how that makes me feel?

No, of course you don't,
because you don't know me.

-You tell her, son.

-You're no better than her!

-Me?
-Yes, you!

Liberty would be better off with me.

But that's not what she wants, is it?

She wants to go to America with you.

She wants to get to know her mam.

And I can't deny her that,
no matter how much it hurts.

So, her favorite cereal is sugar flakes,

her favorite movie is

"The Princess Diaries 2:
The Royal Engagement,"

her favorite snack is popcorn,

her favorite bedtime book is
"The Story of The Little Mole

Who Knew It Was None of His Business,"

but you have to do all the voices.

So you promise me,
you promise you'll do all the voices?

-I sold the company.

I thought about everything Harry said to me.

Two wrongs don't make a right.

I'm sorry, Fergus.

I was so selfish to
leave in the first place,

and to take Liberty now,
that is not the right thing.

But I want a relationship with my children,
both of you.

So, I sold the company and
I'm moving back to Ireland,

so I can see you and
Liberty whenever you want...

if you want.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

-Oh, Harry?

Look, I don't know what you said to her,

but whatever it was, thank you.

-Mm.

-Oh, thank God you're here.

-Tonight's the night then, hey?

-It is, Fergus.

I'm about to pop the question.

My Petra should be here any second I --

I told her it was something
important and not to be late.

-Mm.

-She's not coming, is she?

Look at me, you've been here ages

and I haven't even got you a drink.

So tell us.

I hear you've cracked another case?

Do tell us the gory details, why don't you?

-Well, this one was really quite a case.

-What does a girl have to do
to get a drink around here?

-Oh, Petra.

You came!

-I said I would, didn't I?

-Oh,
I know but that doesn't always necessarily...

But anyway, you're here now.

-Mm-hmm.

-Petra Margaret Ophelia O'Rourke,

will you do me the incredible
honor of becoming my wife?

-Oh, Glennie!

Oh, do you have any idea
how long I've been waiting

for you to ask me that?

Oh, of course I will marry you my big,
fat, stupid teddy bear.

Oh, I forgot, I need money for the taxi,
he's waiting outside.

-Oh, right, yeah, um there.

-Mm!

Champagne for everyone, so?

-What about the taxi?

-Well, if he wants to get
paid he'll come in eventually.

Champagne, Glennie?

-Oh, right, yeah.

-Pfft.