All language subtitles for Love of the Irish 2025.eng

[upbeat music]

Chocolate or strawberry?

Life's big decisions.

Mm!

You are going places, kid.

Oh! My apologies.

That was close.

Whoa! Whoa!

[partygoers chuckle]

And there's the punchline.

Oh, Sandy, there you are.

Any signs of Sarah?

Guess she's a no-show.

It's just, I have that audition.

Oh, another
toothpaste commercial?

No, this one is a biggie.

Bigger than a shift you
committed to a month ago?

Well, technically my
shift ended an hour ago.

Flexibility, Fiona. It was
in the job description.

Yes, ma'am, of course.

Which is why I worked
a double last Tuesday,

and again on Thursday, and...

Please?

This is one of my favourite
ballets of all time!

It's a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity.

Leave now, and that
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity

will turn into a job search.

[upbeat music]

Thanks, fellas.

[mobile phone ringing]

Hey, sweetie.

FIONA: And the
universe strikes again.

What happened now?

Oh, you know, just another round
of the universe's Lady Luck.

Sandy won't let me leave
for the Giselle audition.

Well, that's unacceptable.
She promised.

Mom, she wears
sandals with socks.

She's hardly a cornerstone
of good choices.

You need me to flex
some mom muscle on her?

What are you gonna do?
Knit her into submission?

I think I'm just gonna bolt.

You know that I support
this dream, but it...

It's Giselle,Mom. Giselle.

- No, it's deja vu, Fi.
- FIONA: So?

So, eventually, the city's
gonna run out of jobs

Well, you know how
hard it is to find work

that offers enough
flexibility for auditions.

Yeah, which is why
you shouldn't quit.

[loud thump, clatter]

- What's going on over there?
- [sighs]

The shop just got a new
indoor waterfall this morning

courtesy of the apartment above.

Yikes! Everything okay?

Well, I gotta close the
shop for the next two weeks,

so what do you think?

Well, I think you could use
a universe-sanctioned break.

Breaks are for ceramics. Get it?

- Because ceramics...
- Yeah.

Got it, Mom. Comedic gold.

Just promise me you won't
do anything you'll regret.

FIONA: The only thing
that I'm gonna regret

is not believing in myself.

Pray for a miracle!

Praying.

[clock chiming out of tune]

[upbeat music]

[dancers chattering]

[clears throat] Ladies.

Shh, shh, shh.

Okay, ladies,

for the callbacks tomorrow
we would like to see

Martinez...

and Abrams.

Everyone else, thanks so much.

Erm, excuse me! I'm so sorry.

There's no chance that
you forgot a name?

Grant, Fiona?

I'm afraid not.

Thought I nailed that one.

Technically, you did.

But...

The director is looking for...

something different.

Sorry.

[gentle music]

[classical music plays
softly through speaker]

Hmm.

[keyboard keys clacking]

[keyboard keys clacking]

[shuts drawer]

FIONA: Mom?

Oh! Yeah, I'm in here.

I got take-out.

- From where?
- Everywhere.

That bad, huh?

Oh, just my usual luck

working its gloriously
depressing magic.

- [tsks] I'm sure you did great.
- Well...

wouldn't matter if I did.

Apparently, they're looking
for 'something different'.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm basically a
meme for failure.

Or a meme for resilience.

I am single, unemployed,
and living with my parents.

It's only been a few months.

Wow, look at me go!

- You know what you need?
- A time machine?

Wine.

That will work. For now.

FIONA: "From your mother, M.J.

Ireland."

You found your birth mom?

She found me.

And you didn't
tell me because...

- Cos you were busy.
- Busy doing what?

Graduating.

Graduating?

High school or college?

High school.

- Mom!
- See?

I knew that you would overreact.

Well, of course I'm
gonna overreact!

This is huge! Bigger than huge!

This is life-altering!

Yeah, that's what terrifies me.

I don't understand.

I struck gold with
your grandparents

and your dad and you.

I didn't wanna
risk ruining that.

But it's your mom.

Aren't you curious?

All I know is what's
in that letter.

It isn't much.

She's Irish and
wants to know me.

Or did, at least.

You never wrote her back.

No.

I mean, I tried
many times, but...

days turn into weeks,
turn into years,

and then it just felt too late.

I can't believe I'm part Irish.

Actually, it explains
your stubborness.

[mobile phone ringing]

Don't even think
about answering that.

It's probably the plumbers.

You are not wriggling
out of this!

- HELEN: Might be another leak.
- This is not over!

HELEN: Mm.

Helen speaking.

[gentle music]

- FIONA: Wakey wakey!
- Wha... What's happening?

What?

Operation Mother-Daughter
Trip is officially a go,

and our flight leaves very soon.

My bad. I slept
through my alarm.

Flight? What flight?

Oh, just a little
hop across the Pond.

I booked us ten
days at a cottage

in this tiny seaside
village called Ballymore.

We're going to Ireland, baby!

Don't forget your toothbrush.

Please tell me
that you're joking.

- About the toothbrush?
- Fiona!

Dad is at his conference, and
I am officially funemployed,

the shop is out of
commission, so it's perfect!

We'll soak up culture,

trace our lineage,

and maybe, just maybe,

knock on your biological
mother's door.

You're not gonna let me
get out of this, are you?

Remember when I had

my first big dance audition,
how terrified I was?

And your tricked me into
thinking it was a rehearsal.

Do you remember why
you said you did that?

Sometimes a nudge is the
only way to help us jump.

Exactly. Now, get dressed.

Our ride is gonna
be here any minute.

Yeah, well, for the record,

this feels more like
a push than a nudge.

What can I say? I inherited
Dad's lack of subtlety.

Chop, chop!

[groans]

[upbeat Celtic music]

HELEN: Don't you
just love flying?

I swear, I get the
best sleep on planes.

Well, that must be nice.

Meanwhile, I was stuck
next to Mr. Garlic Breath

with the kid behind me who
saw my hair as a plaything.

Why do these things
always happen to you?

I must've walked under
one too many ladders

in a past life.

[upbeat Celtic music]

FIONA: Oh, wow!

Well, if a fairy doesn't
come to visit us tonight,

I will be writing a complaint.

FIONA: Oh, how cute!

HELEN: [gasps] Wow!

Been here two minutes, and
I'm already craving a scone.

Is that weird?

Oh, look at this
funny little guy.

- Oh!
- [toy clatters]

Er...!

What's wrong?

One bed.

Up there.

Yeah, not gonna lie,

I was kind of half asleep
when I booked this, so...

- Fiona!
- It's fine!

It's fine if we
were at summer camp.

I hear you, and I validate you,

but our mission is clear.

And what mission is that?

Drink first, rant later.
It's the Irish way.

- To the pub!
- Can we shower first?

That's why you're the mom.

Yeah.

[Helen sighs wearily]

[dogs barking in the distance]

[upbeat music]

Wow! The colours of buildings...

- Mm-hmm.
- The sea...

Incredible.

Makes New York feel like a
different planet, doesn't it?

Yeah, it certainly does.

DAISY: Good evening.

May I tempt you with some
blooms to brighten up

- your night?
- They're stunning!

I picked them
fresh this morning,

so I can vouch for every petal.

Erm, we will take... the tulips?

- Yeah.
- The tulips.

Excellent choice.

I'm Daisy, by the way.

- You two on holidays?
- FIONA: Yeah.

We're in from New York.

Big Apple! Bit of a
leap from here, innit?

Well, I hope you're enjoying
Ireland. I'm obsessed.

I came over for what was
supposed to be a short stint,

and then, six years later,

business is thriving,
I've got a cosy flat

and brilliant
friends. [Daisy sighs]

Life's funny like that.

- Life is funny.
- Yeah.

I suppose this place
just gets in your bones,

you know? The music,

the people, the festivals...

Speaking of festivals,
there's a céilí in a few days.

Yeah, you won't want to miss it.

The whole town comes out.

Singing, dancing, the lot.

- Okay, well, we'll be there.
- DAISY: Yeah?

- Thanks for letting us know.
- DAISY: Of course!

Well, enjoy your night,

and welcome to our
little corner of Ireland.

That's a crooked toss.

Those dice have seen more
hands than the Blarney Stone.

Do you mind if I give it a try?

- Yeah, show us what you got.
- Okay.

Did I win?

'Fraid not.

You might wanna work
on that luck of yours.

Story of my life.

Fortune follows
the curious foot.

You remember that, now.

I will.

[dice clatter on table]

Hey, hey!

And she says to me,

do you use the same lines
on all your catches?

And I tell her, 'Only
on the pretty ones.'

And then I got her number
and a barrel of the fish.

EOIN: Ah, you old sea dog!

Sounds like someone's
been sniffing

too much of the salt air.

Ooh! Says the lad with no lass.

Don't let him fool ya.

He's hiding them
all out the back

with secret brews,
aren't you, Liam?

Ooh! The elusive
secret stash, huh?

Eoin here tells me they're finer

than some of the
things you have on tap.

Yeah, that's because Eoin here

has hit his head one too
many times on a wave.

Helps get the sand
out of my ears.

Go on, give us a taste,

and we go easy with
you on the darts.

Last I heard,

I was the darts king of
this fine establishment.

EOIN: Let's see you defend
your throne, Your Majesty.

The board awaits.

Pool table, two o'clock.

Ooh, still got it in you?

- Watch and learn.
- Ooh!

Ah! Some things never change.

Oh, like your modesty.

A lady never apologises
for being good.

Step aside, Mom. It's time for
the real pro to take a shot.

- Oh!
- Hey!

Apologies! I lost
my footing there.

Yeah, flat surfaces
can be tricky.

Yeah, it keeps
things interesting.

Do they not teach
personal space in Ireland?

Fiona!

We're a close-knit lot.

Must be all the céilí
dancing, I suppose.

Ah, right, that's the
one where you guys

pretend to be river
dancers, right?

Only if we're feeling
particularly spry.

Let's keep the spryness

to the dance floor
next time, yeah?

Ah, there's that Yankee charm,

always hidden
beneath a thin skin.

And here I thought the Irish
were known for their warmth.

Only to those who
can take a joke,

or a nudge.

Well, maybe later I'll
let you teach me how to

pour a beer without
it being half foam.

Yeah? Only if you show
me how to make a burger

that doesn't require
me dislocating my jaw.

Okay, okay.

I'm sensing some
transatlantic baggage.

- I got this, Mom.
- Of course you do.

You wouldn't want someone
else stealing the spotlight.

If I wanted the spotlight,

I just would've done this.

She didn't even warm up.

Lucky shot.

Oh, no, luck and I don't mingle.

- That right?
- Part of my factory setting.

You know, they say that fortune
favours the curious foot.

You're the second person
who's said that to me today.

Must mean you're
meant to hear it.

What does it mean?

It's just a fancy way of saying

that luck follows those
who go looking for it.

And I suppose you're the
type who believes in fairies

and pots of gold, too.

Never doubt the myths
of a man's motherland.

Fair enough, but I
can assure you that...

was all skill.

Prove it.

[playful music]

You were saying?

FIONA: Shall we?

Gentlemen.

[crickets chirping]

Well, he was dashing.

- Oh, don't.
- Tall...

- Please stop.
- And broad...

- Mom!
- I'm just saying.

Do you think what
he said was true?

About luck?

Well, I think if
there's some luck

floating around out there
anywhere, it's here.

There's no harm
in looking for it.

[Helen chuckles]

Can you, er, go grab
some more firewood?

Yeah.

Thanks.

[door creaks open]

[firewood clatters]

[mischievous music]

A lucky penny.

All right, Ireland.

Let's see what you got.

[seabirds squawking]

HELEN: Oh!

Can you believe that
we're gonna be galloping

through the mythic valleys,
along ancient ruins...

It's like leaping
into a fairy tale.

Yeah? And in those fairy tales,

does anyone ever mention
getting kicked in the head

by a horse named Cupcake?

You'll be fine.

I was practically a
jockey at your age.

- What?
- [Helen chuckles]

There's two of you?

Yes, the Grants?

Terribly sorry, ladies,
but all my other horses

are already out on rides.

Bit of a booking
mix-up, I suppose.

Oh, shucks.

Guess I'll just have to survive

without risking life and limb

on the back of an unpredictable
giant beast today.

We can maybe do it
tomorrow instead.

No, no, you go gallop
off into your fairy tale.

- You sure?
- Mm.

Yes. Absolutely.

I will look into
that luck thing.

Maybe find a four-leaf clover.

- I'll meet you later.
- Okay.

- Whenever you're ready, love.
- Thank you.

Hello, there.
Hello, there. Yes.

[mischievous music]

[rummaging]

Post office, here I come.

[soft, pleasant music]

Looks beautiful.

Locks for luck!

FIONA: What a beautiful
building for sale.

Holy cow!

It's you, isn't it?

The dart dancer from last night?

That was the classiest
thing I've seen in ages.

Classy, huh?

Will you teach it to me?

The turning bit,
not the dart bit.

I'm quick to learn. The
last dance teacher I had

used to say I was a prodigy.

Then she moved to
Vienna to breed ferrets.

- Wow. That is so niche.
- GIRL: Annie!

I've got to leg it.

But, hey, will you be
at the céilí tomorrow?

It'll be great craic.

- I think so.
- Brilliant!

You can show me then!
You're the best.

Slán!

[distant dog barking]

[gentle music]

HORSE HANDLER: Would
you look at that?

An Irish blessing,
straight from the heavens.

Nature's own bridge.

In our tales, the
rainbow's more than beauty.

It's a promise.

A pathway to what's needed most.

For some, it's a sign
to bridge the gap

between the past
and the present,

to connect with what's
lost or left behind.

Is it true what they say,

that the wind
carries old voices?

Very much.

If you listen closely,

they might just have
a message for you.

[dog barking]

You looking for Una?

Oh, er, maybe?

I'm trying to get some info

about an old letter
that was sent from here.

Oh, well, I'm afraid
she's off sick today.

But there is a chap

who sometimes helps
out when she's away.

Oh, yeah? Do you know where
I might be able to find him?

Oh, well, he'd be down at
the beach at this hour.

Foraging for seaweed.
He's mad about the stuff.

Yeah, just follow the
path straight on down.

I'm sure you can't
miss the coast.

Thank you!

Come on, you.

[soft, pleasant music]

Excuse me!

You've gotta be kidding me.

[chuckling]

Miss me, did you?

Like a toothache.

And yet, here you are.

Yeah, I thought I
made an impression.

I was told that
you could help me

with some detective
work at the post office.

Lost a package, did you?

A person, actually.

And I'm hoping to
find a phone number

or address linked
to a PO box number.

Trying to track down
an old flame, are we?

Not quite, but it is important.

Tell you what.

Help me finish up here,
and I'll see what I can do.

Er...

Quicker for the both of us.

- Fine.
- LIAM: Great.

[birds chirping]

What is all of this for anyway?

Some weird spa treatment?

The local farmers swear

that it's the best
natural fertiliser.

So I try and fill up a basket

and drop it off to
them every few days.

My way of giving back to
the community, I guess.

That is surprisingly thoughtful.

Well, it's more my
wife's thing, really.

Oh. You're married?

Was.

She used to come down
here every weekend.

Donated armfuls of this stuff.

Yeah, after she passed,

I guess I just kept
the tradition going.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

It's messy, but it's
good for the soil

- and the soul.
- Mm.

And it's a nice break
from the noise of the pub.

You're there a lot, huh?

Yeah, it comes
with the territory.

- Barfly?
- Owner.

Do you always argue
with your customers?

Sure, that's the best part.

That stunt you pulled last
night was something else.

Mm, darts and I go way back.

No, I meant the spinny bit.

- You dance professionally?
- On and off.

Mostly off.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Yeah.

I've had a few stints
over the years.

Some understudy roles.

Just enough to keep
the dream alive,

but not enough to keep
my landlord happy.

Yeah, well, you never know.

The next gig may be the one.

Yeah, I used to think that too.

Then I turned 30,

and suddenly my feed
was full of baby showers

and mortgage approvals,

and there I was,

standing in a
sweaty audition room

wearing a hot dog costume,

convinced that if I
just landed the part

of Dancing Hot Dog #9,

all my dreams were
gonna come true.

Spoiler alert: They did not.

Well, it sounds to
me that Lady Luck

is just waiting for the big one.

Well, if there is a Lady Luck,

she's got me on
'Do Not Disturb'.

Oh, that's right, that's your
factory settings, isn't it?

- Exactly.
- [Liam chuckles]

So what brings you to Ireland?

My mom is hoping to
find her birth mother.

Well, sort of. I
kind of pushed it.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, ever since I was a kid,

she's been obsessed
with these stories

of long-lost families reuniting,

and I never understood
it until years later

she told me she was adopted
and everything clicked.

I know she really wants
this. She's just scared.

So you've got a bit
of Irish in you, then?

Mm, maybe a sprinkle.

Well, you can't be
all bad luck, then.

Tell that to the three elevators
that I've been trapped in.

- Get away!
- Mm.

- Three separate elevators?
- Oh, yeah.

That's basically a habit.

You know, I was thinking about
what you said last night,

about looking for luck.

Is there like a map?

- No map, I'm afraid.
- Figured.

Whole island's ripe with
ways to find it, though.

And let me guess,

each and every one can be found

for just a small tourist fee.

Not all of them.
Some magic's free.

Oh, like...

- lucky pennies.
- Well!

I knew there was something
different about you.

Well, I've found
pennies before, so...

Ah, but that's an Irish penny,

and those, they find you.

You really believe in all
this stuff, don't you?

I can think of worse
things to believe in.

I wish I had your optimism.

It's not optimism, it's fate!

And more importantly, intention.

You have to know what you want.

Well, that part
is easy. I want...

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
That's between you and the tree.

What tree?

[gentle music]

It's called a wishing tree.

Each ribbon represents
a wish or a hope

someone's casting
into the future.

Kind of like sending
a message in a bottle.

A lot of folks believe

it's a way to let nature
carry our wish forward.

Hmm.

Well, that is beautiful.

There's one problem, though.
I do not have a ribbon.

LIAM: Well...

Well, I've got you covered.

Go on.

Okay, do I have to chant

or do a little jig
perhaps around the trunk?

You should absolutely do
a jig around the trunk.

Yes, please. I think
that's a brilliant idea.

Or you could just tie a
ribbon and make a wish.

Okay.

- A little privacy, please.
- Oh!

I wish I had better luck.

[branch snaps]

You broke the wishing tree.

Let's go.

- Go, go, go, Fiona!
- I'm going!

- Told you I was cursed.
- You're not cursed.

I single-handedly destroyed
a magical wishing tree.

I'm sure we've got
forests full of them.

And for the record,
it was an old branch

that gave way, not you.

Besides, that was just one step.

The real work and the real luck

come after the wish.

It's about what you do next.

In fact, I bet your luck
is about to turn around...

about now.

Or maybe a little later?

Of course.

Yeah, it says she
closed down the account

about six years ago.

Is there any
contact information?

- Phone number? Address?
- Neither.

But... it does have her
place of employment.

How's that for luck?

I will take it!

[soft, pleasant music]

You know, I can't believe
you, a history-phobe,

is excited to tour a manor.

Hey, just because
I prefer reality TV

to a four-hour documentary
about ancient tapestry weaving

doesn't mean that
I don't appreciate

a good manor when I see one.

Plus, I heard it's supposed
to bring good luck.

- Really?
- Oh, yeah, totally.

Something about old stones
bringing good fortune.

It's a whole vibe.

HELENA: Well, thank you
for arranging this tour.

FIONA: Okay.

What do you think the
mediaeval Zillow is

on a place like this?

Two villages and a magic bean.

Plus, the HOA fees
for dragon upkeep.

Don't forget the court
wizard's retainer.

Mm, but hauntings are free.

- Oh! Adds to the ambiance.
- Shh!

Er, what do you say we go
on a little private tour?

Erm, I'm pretty sure
that's not allowed.

Well, what are they
gonna do? Behead us?

Come on.

HELEN: Fiona!

Fiona!

This is brutal!

LIAM: You'll crack it yet.

You're the sharpest
lass I know, Annie.

You're my dad. You've
got to say that.

True, but luckily, you're
not making a liar out of me.

- History of Berlin, is it?
- Yeah.

It's about as festive
as the Berlin Wall.

You know, your mum almost moved
to Germany after university.

Yeah, she had a right fancy
job lined up and everything.

Why didn't she go?

I begged her not to.

Way to play it cool.

Yeah, we'd been
seeing each other

on and off for about a year.

She didn't start
for another month,

so I asked her to
stay a bit longer

and see if things might change.

Lucky for me she did.

Yeah. Lucky for the both of us.

[playful, mischievous music]

HELEN: Where are we going?

- Fiona!
- Er, this way.

HELEN: Let me look in here.

HELEN: Oh, wow. It's like
stepping into a painting.

- FIONA: Very cool.
- HELEN: Oh!

What is going on? It's like
you're on some sort of hunt.

What? No! I'm just
soaking up the ambiance.

At a very quick speed.

Well, you know what they
say: The faster you soak,

the more you absorb, right?

HELEN: Fiona!

MJ: This would be
my favourite room.

It's full of history, which
I will explain to you now.

Would you all get together
now? That's it, lovely.

[indistinct dialog]

So, you remember that
whole 'gentle nudge' thing?

What did you do now?

Er, just some harmless digging.

And?

And I found her.

I found your birth mom.

She has spent the
last eight years

working as a tour guide
at a historic manor.

This historic manor.

[indistinct dialogue]

Mom!

FIONA: Hey.

I'm sorry if that was too
much. I was just trying...

No, I know, I know.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Pretty fabulous.

How did it feel?

It was overwhelming.

Surreal.

It's like I've known
her face my whole life.

I guess she's pretty into
history, just like you.

- You think?
- Mm, two peas in a pod.

How'd you find her?

I had a little bit
of help from a local.

A local, huh?

HELEN: Do tell.

[both laugh]

[partygoers
laughing, chattering]

So, there I was,
knee-deep in a bog,

trying to fish out my
very expensive shoes.

Well, this former London girl

now has absolutely hideous
but proper footwear.

I do not think I
packed correctly.

Eventually, you'll
get the hang of it.

Mm.

- Hey, girls.
- Hi.

Fi, guess who signed us up for
the potato-peeling contest?

- You're joking.
- Nope.

Ugh.

Bring home the gold, love.

Check him out.

Just go and talk to her, fella.

- EOIN: I can't.
- Sure you can.

What if she thinks I'm dense?

Janine thought I was dense.

Well, then, at least you'll
know she's perceptive.

Good point.

Ha-ha.

[cheering]

All right, grab your
spuds and peelers,

and on my mark...

Go!

You know, that's the second
time he's looked at you.

- So?
- So, you should go talk to him.

And say what exactly?

Erm, thank him for helping you.

I know what you're doing. Mm-hm.

[indistinct chatter]

Try starting with,
'Hello, Daisy.'

Hello. That's good. Smart.

- Then what?
- I don't know.

Maybe mention something
about liking flowers.

It's a bit on the nose.

You know, your father and I
met on a foreign adventure.

You two met at a taco
stand in Albuquerque.

Yeah, but to two New Yorkers,

it was practically
a new continent.

And we have a winner!

[cheering]

All I'm saying is,

a little romance
could be good for you.

This is supposed to be

a mother-daughter
trip, times two.

I see you every day.

And?

As your mother,

I'm ordering you to go dance
with the handsome local.

Oh, you're ordering me, are you?

Consider it another
loving shove.

Okay. Well, I will do that
if you promise that tomorrow

you will go back to that
manor, and this time,

don't run away from what's
waiting for you in there.

You shove, I shove.

Deal.

EOIN: Hello.

DAISY: Are you all right?

Flowers, daisies, er...

You're Daisy.

Hello.

Hi.

[banjo and guitar music]

[cheering, whooping]

- Shall we?
- Ah, really?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

['Courtin' in the
Kitchen' plays]

♪ Come single belle and beau,
and to me pay attention ♪

♪ Don't ever fall in love, it's
the devil's own invention ♪

♪ For once I fell in love
with a maiden so bewitchin' ♪

♪ Miss Henrietta Bell outta
Captain Kelly's kitchen ♪

♪ With me toora loora la,
me toora loora laddy ♪

♪ With me toora loora
la, toora loora laddy ♪

♪ At the age of 17, I was
'prenticed to a grocer ♪

♪ Not far from Stephen's Green ♪

♪ Where Miss Henry
used to go to ♪

♪ Her manners were sublime,
she set my heart a-twitchin' ♪

♪ And she invited me to
a hooley in the kitchen ♪

♪ With me toora loora la,
me toora loora laddy ♪

♪ With me toora loora
la, toora loora laddy ♪

♪ Now, Sunday bein' the day
we were to have the flare-up ♪

♪ I dressed myself
quite gay... ♪

- You came!
- I did.

- Everyone's so excited.
- Everyone?

♪ So we kicked up high life,
below-stairs in the kitchen ♪

♪ With me toora loora la,
me toora loora laddy ♪

♪ With me toora loora
la, toora loora laddy ♪

ANNOUNCER: The band
will take a break.

[song ends] [cheers
and applause]

Okay, chins up, ladies.

Tall spines, feet in first
position, arms in first.

Okay, you are holding
these bottles to remind you

to engage your arms.

Lift up your elbows,

and we are gonna
pretend that the bottles

are the riskiest text
that you've ever sent,

and if you drop them,

then every kid in your
school is gonna get an alert.

Life-altering stakes. Got it.

Okay, let's plié.

Lengthen up.

Relevé, roll through
those feet, back down.

Plié, yep. Ooh,
remember those arms.

Oh, better, better.

Okay, let's do it again,
minus the condiments.

Great job, ladies.

Look at you being
all professional.

Hey, Dad.

Dad?

That's my name.

Look, I need to
go over to the pub

and get another keg.
There's only bottles left.

- You all right here?
- Yeah.

Maybe you should
go help the man.

You know, I think he's
more than capable.

I could use the company, though.

It's settled, then.

Shall we?

Yeah.

- [Fiona clears throat]
- Mm-hmm.

I like your style.

Oh, let me help you
with that. On three?

I thought you were
holding the door.

[door slams shut]

Uh-oh.

What do you mean, uh-oh?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure

that door only opens
from the outside.

Like pretty sure or sure-sure?

Erm, now, I'm leaning
more towards sure-sure.

FIONA: Hello? Anybody?

Help us! Please?

Please, somebody,
we're stuck in here!

LIAM: There's no one out there.

This is bad. This is very bad.

It's really not.

I'm slightly claustrophobic.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

All right. Well,
then, just breathe.

Just breathe. Help
is on the way.

But it could be hours
before somebody finds us.

Days, even.

Nolan said he'd be
here in five minutes.

Oh. Okay, normally,
there's no service

- when I get stuck in elevators.
- Oh.

I forgot getting trapped

was kind of like
a hobby for you.

What is this?

Oh, er, don't worry about that.

- Hey...
- Moby's White Ale?

Yeah. Cos ale
rhymes with whale.

- Clever.
- Yeah.

Crisp, light, and
gives a bit of a chase.

- Just like the story.
- Yeah.

Did you brew these?

Only the ones with the bad puns.

Pride and Porter.

Rich, dark, little bitter,
but finishes sweet.

- Like Darcy's character arc.
- Exactly.

I am sensing a pattern here.

Yeah, I like to call it
Literature Liquefied.

Every flavour has a story.

So, it's just a fun way to
celebrate things I love,

and it helps pass the time.

Well, it's kind of genius.

Yeah, it's kind of silly.

- What's your favourite book?
- Guess.

All right, strong
free-spirit vibes, for sure.

Artsy, but more
avant-garde/bohemian.

- Mm.
- On the Road,Jack Kerouac?

Okay, The Unbearable
Lightness of Being?

- To Kill a Mockingbird.
- Okay!

- Mm-hmm.
- Deep sense of morality.

Themes of innocence
and growth. Classic.

Let me see. Taste would be

the bitterness of injustice

mellowed by the
sweetness of childhood.

And name?

Scout's Honour.

Scout's Honour. Not bad.

Yeah, it's just a bit of fun.

I don't remember seeing
any of these on your menu.

Yeah. No, I don't think
anyone would want them.

They're a bit personal

and a little too odd
for the regulars.

Connecting flavours
and feelings,

what's odd about that?

Someone call for a hero, huh?

Stop smiling.

Did you mean what
you said earlier

about this island being
ripe with ways to find luck?

You kidding? There's tons.

Would you mind showing me some?

Oh, sure. He'd love to.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

- What?
- I've got a pub to run.

Yeah, and a great staff
to help you to do it.

Look, I'm sorry.

No, no, it's fine.
No need to be sorry.

I'll see you back at the party.

- Are you daft, Liam?
- Don't start.

The girl was practically
asking you out.

No, she wasn't.

She was asking me to be her
own personal leprechaun.

Yeah, and what's so
terrible about that, huh?

Look...

It's not the right time.

It's been four years, Liam.

You're allowed to do stuff
yourself now and then.

You do know that, don't you?

I haven't got the
time, Nolan. I'm busy.

Oh, please.

That's a load of
rubbish, and you know it.

How's about tomorrow at nine?

I would love to.

'Ride bicycles along
the Wild Atlantic Way.

Plant a hazel tree.

Cook an Irish stew.

- Play the tin whistle'?
- [trunk slams shut]

It's supposed to bring a
merry heart and lucky steps.

Er, what does drown
a shamrock mean?

It's not as grim as it sounds.

Just drop a clover into top of
your pint for a spot of luck,

and then chuck it
over your shoulder

- when you're done.
- That, I can get behind.

[Liam clears throat]

[gentle music]

[wind whooshing]

Right.

- See that fella over there?
- Yeah.

I want you to throw
this onto his boat.

You're joking.

It's an old sailor's charm
for good luck, but you have

to get it on the boat while
he's on it for it to work.

And this is gonna help me how?

Old lore says if you give a bit
of luck, you get a lot back.

All right? Trust me.
It'll come round.

I hope you've got good aim.

Have you already forgotten
my dart performance?

I have great aim.

Good. 'Cause you're
about to miss your shot.

Watch and marvel.

[rock thuds]

[soft chuckle]

Watch and marvel, eh?

This is nerve-wracking!

This is a disaster.

[rock thuds, bounces]

Wha... On the boat, not at it.

I got this one.

- I wish you would.
- Mm-hm.

Now, come on. You got this.

Okay.

[grunts]

- Hey, you!
- Uh-oh.

FIONA: Sorry!

Run.

[playful, upbeat music]

[gentle music]

HELEN: Hello.

- Oh! Hi.
- Hi.

Erm, you wouldn't happen to know
a woman named MJ, would you?

She's a tour guide here.

Sure, everyone knows MJ.

She's the best.

Erm, you wouldn't happen
to know where she is?

Well, she doesn't
work as a tour guide

on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Oh, I see.

But I do know where
we can find her.

LIAM: Each leaf represents
something different.

Hope, faith, love,
and of course, luck,

but you need to find
one with all four,

and they're very rare.

How rare are we talking?

About one in 10,000.

Oh, and I thought
finding a parking spot

in New York City was hard.

Don't be giving up just yet.

You know, I was thinking
about your special brews.

- Were you now?
- Mm-hmm.

I think you should sell them.

I bet people would love them.

It's not really why I brew them.

Yeah, I get that.

But?

I didn't say but.

Yeah, but you're
choking one down.

I can see it clear
as day. Come on.

Out with it.

Okay. I used to have

this dance teacher, Miss Wilder,

and she was always so
happy, always laughing.

Even as a kid, I remember being
just mesmerised by her spirit.

And before every dance recital,

just as the nerves were
about to take over,

she would say to us,

'Sharing something that you love

is like sprinkling
beauty across the world.'

Yeah, but it's just
beer. It's not high art.

Well, art or not,
it brings you joy,

and that means something.

Unless of course
you're just scared.

You up for a detour?

I want to show you
something special.

Sure.

[Fiona gasps] Oh, my.

This is actually my home.

Wait, what? Really?

I didn't think New Yorkers
were that gullible.

Come on.

Think we're allowed
to be in here?

Well, I imagine the door
would be locked if we weren't.

Fancy a look from the top?

Okay.

[gentle music]

Oh.

- MJ: Hello, there.
- Oh, hi!

I'm so sorry, erm...

I was out front taking it all in

and the door was open,
so, well, I walked in,

which is probably not allowed,
so I should probably just go.

Nonsense, nonsense.
You're here now.

You might as well get
something out of it.

Besides, I've always been
a wandering soul myself.

MJ is the name.

- Er, Heather.
- Heather.

It's a pleasure, Heather.

These costumes,

they look like they're
from a different century.

And that they should be.

You know,

it's the history that weaves
the real magic into the fabric.

Did you make them yourself?

Oh, no, dear.

But I mind their spirit.

I, erm, I restore
antiques myself.

Back home, in America,
I have a little shop.

So, we're kindred spirits.

Come on. Let me show you
how I play with time.

There's an old tale
related to this place.

I would expect nothing less.

[laughs] It's about a captain

named Seamus O'Reilly.

He lived for the sea,

spent his whole life chasing
legends of lost gold,

and never stayed ashore
any longer than he needed,

just resupply.

But one night, after
a brutal storm,

his ship was wrecked,

washed up right here
on these very rocks.

He was barely alive.

The keeper saved
him, helped him heal,

and as Seamus recovered,

this lighthouse eased
the storm inside him.

And before he knew it, he
found something unexpected.

A newfound appreciation
for life vests?

[laughs] His true calling.

When the keeper at
the time passed away,

Seamus took over.

He'd spent his whole life

thinking that he needed
the sea's open horizon.

But what really made him happy

was guiding others
to find theirs.

I always related to that story.

How so?

Well, before I opened the pub,

I was all geared up for
a life in engineering.

Yeah, it was the only
dream I'd ever had.

I spent more than half my life,

I thought it was
my forever horizon.

And then one day, it wasn't.

What changed?

Somewhere along the way,

building something new,
well, just felt more right.

Do you ever miss
the old horizon?

In my experience,

finding what truly fits

is a lot more rewarding than
chasing a dimming glitter.

How do you find what fits?

You don't. It finds you.

[gentle music]

You can practically feel the
history through the fabric.

Isn't it remarkable how a
single piece of clothing

can transport you in time?

It is so nice to meet
someone who gets it.

I don't just get it,
dear. Sometimes I wear it.

When no one's
looking, of course.

Once upon a time, I
wanted to be on stage.

- Really?
- Yeah.

But then I found my
magic behind the scenes.

So, Meryl Streep's legacy
is safe from me yet.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

I mean, minding these costumes

keeps my inner artist alive.

And it spares me from
the stage fright.

So, tell me,

how long have you been
rescuing antiques?

Oh, goodness,

for as long as I can remember.

You know, I've always had
this instinct, I guess,

to collect the things that
the world's given up on.

Clocks, furniture.

I used to believe that
if I could fix them up,

make them better,

then they could find a
new home, a second chance.

I do understand.

A friend of the estate donated
a lovely old planting table

that I've been meaning to
spruce up for some time.

But if I'm honest,

I think I bit off more
than I could chew.

Well, I could take a look at it.

I mean, if you'd like.

Well, yes.

Okay.

[gentle music]

It's like a canvas with no end.

Yeah.

There's only a handful of places

where you can see the
cosmos this clearly.

Growing up,

whenever I felt alone or
whenever I had a rough day,

I used to come up here
and chat to the stars.

For a while, they felt
like the only mates I had.

Hm, did those mates
ever chat back?

In their own way.

I used to think that each star

was a message for
someone, somewhere,

trying to reach out, like
postcards across the sky.

Hm, kind of like your brews.

Little messages just waiting
for somebody to find them.

You're really not gonna
drop this, are you?

I get it.

You know, the first time I
went on stage, I was terrified.

Exposing something
you love is scary.

But what if there is
somebody out there

just waiting to
find the message?

And perhaps that
message is in...

Don't say it.

A bottle!

It's so corny.

- Okay, pop quiz.
- Go.

Aliens. Real or myth?

Er, real,

but probably not green
or with antennas.

Fair enough. Astrology?

Er, good for a read,

but best not making any
life choices based on it.

Hm, black holes?

Portals to other dimensions.

Ooh. Thoughts on Mars?

Future tourist spot,

if they can sort out
the Guinness situation.

Mm.

[gentle music]

- Good night.
- Good night.

Come on. Out with it.

Out with what?

Oh, now, don't be coy with me.

You can't come marching in here
with lovey eyes and say nothing.

I don't have a clue what
you're talking about.

Oh, you're smitten by her.

Was that even a question?

Nope.

Oh, just calling it as I see it.

Painfully clear as it is.

Have I really got
big, lovey eyes?

Big as saucers and real googly.

But like, in a cool way, right?

Oh, yes. As cool
as a Dublin breeze.

You're humouring me, aren't you?

Every day of the week
and twice on Sundays.

Good night, Nolan.

FIONA: No way. A dance studio!

[seabirds chattering]

What do you mean,
you didn't tell her?

Well, I wanted to,
but then I panicked.

Clearly.

Well, once I was looking
in her eyes, I just...

I just wanted to know her
for who she is, you know?

Not as my mom

or whoever she felt she
needed to be right then.

Wait till you meet
her. She's brilliant.

And witty and full of charm.

Everything I'd hoped for.

Oh, and I talked to your
dad. He sends his love.

I told him that I met MJ, and
he was supportive as always.

I'll tell her today.

Good. What's happening today?

Oh, she needs some
tips on restoring.

- An old gardening table.
- Oh!

Okay, look at you besties,

already working on
projects together.

Well, I mean, I don't have
to go if we have plans.

No, absolutely
not. You are going.

And anyway, Liam is
helping me with...

Liam is helping me complete my
good luck list this weekend.

And like you said, you and I
get to spend every day together,

and you should
cherish every minute

that you have with MJ.

- Another date with Liam, huh?
- Mom...

[vocalist] ♪ My mother
says I have Irish eyes ♪

♪ Irish eyes ♪

Thank you for nudging me.

♪ My mother says I
have Irish eyes ♪

To unexpected adventures.

- May they continue.
- Amen.

♪ I'm a map of the world
and the ones before ♪

♪ One foot in sea
and one on shore ♪

♪ Every step, every
hope flung high ♪

♪ I'm a map of them all
with my Irish eyes ♪

♪ My Nana says I have
travelling feet ♪

♪ Travelling feet,
travelling feet ♪

♪ Slippers for
princesses don't fit me ♪

♪ But I dance to my own
drum, bright and bold ♪

♪ And my travelling feet
always get me home ♪

♪ My sister says I've
a restless soul ♪

♪ Restless soul, restless soul ♪

♪ Easy to catch, but
I'm hard to hold ♪

♪ Like a song on the wind
that you caught one day ♪

♪ I get under your
skin, then I slip away ♪

♪ I'm a map of the world
and the ones before ♪

♪ One foot in sea
and one on shore ♪

♪ Every step, every
hope flung high ♪

♪ I'm a map of them all
♪ I'm a map of them all ♪

♪ My mother says I
have Irish eyes ♪

♪ Irish eyes, Irish eyes ♪

♪ My mother says I
have Irish eyes ♪

♪ They go ever so blue ♪

♪ Cos I'm a map of the
world and the ones before ♪

♪ One foot in sea
and one on shore ♪

♪ Every step, every
hope flung high ♪

♪ I'm a map of them all
with my Irish eyes ♪

I can't remember the last time

I breathed air this
fresh back home.

I swear, you could
bottle it and slap

a '100% organic, free-range
Irish Breeze' label on it

and make a killing.

I can't believe you get to
experience this every day.

Not every day.

Meanwhile, the rest of the world
is living in a box apartment,

staring at a deluxe view

of the back of
another box apartment.

Does it ever get old?

Old, no.

Blurry, more often
than it should.

Yeah. Life has a funny way

of taking even the best views

and fading them into the
background sometimes.

After Lillian, a
fog settled on us.

She was always the one
who believed in us, in me,

always pushing me to go for
more, to try new things,

and without that,

it was hard to see things good.

That's why I took to books.

I mean, I'd always
been a reader,

diving into other
people's stories...

I found this escape. Yeah.

For a long while there,

it felt like there was always
something keeping my head down.

Pouring, brewing,
reading, praying...

These last few days,

it's the first time
I've looked up in ages.

Thank you for that.

I should be the
one thanking you.

[Fiona screams, laughs]

Eoin!

Sorry about that!

Didn't mean to break the moment.

What are you doing way out here?

EOIN: Oh, come on, man!

You're not the only one
with a good taste in views.

The best views for
the prettiest girls.

[upbeat music]

Not too shabby, innit?

Yeah, I couldn't agree more.

Oh, wow.

How about a nice cup of tea,

and then we can tackle
that sticky drawer?

- That sounds like a plan.
- Yeah.

DAISY: Well, he's
a bit of a mess,

but in a proper charming way,

- like a puppy chasing his tail.
- [Fiona chuckles]

- We'll see how it goes.
- Well, I'm happy for you.

What about you and Liam?
Looking quite cosy.

He's just helping me
shake off some bad luck.

Just that, is it?

- Just that.
- Mm-hmm.

So, when do you head back?

- Er, about that.
- What?

Tell me.

It... it's barely a
flicker of an idea.

Just go on, spill.

There's this dance
studio in town,

and it's up for
auction tomorrow.

- I can't stop thinking about it.
- Wait...

The old Hanson place?

- Yeah.
- Yes, yes!

You must go for it. Oh,
we'll be business besties.

Honestly, I don't know how
I'd be able to afford it.

We'll get you sorted.

As a business owner myself,

I will make sure that
this happens for you.

That's really sweet of you.

Just to have
someone in this town

who understands the value

of a well-placed
Taylor Swift reference,

it will be worth it.

Doesn't matter.

Does he know?

There's nothing to know.

Not yet, anyways.

MJ: Here we go.

A nice cup of warmth.

Thank you.

Erm, and I think I managed

to fix the squeaky drawer.

I just gave it some oil.

Oh, fabulous. So, how
is it sliding now?

- Like a dream.
- Oh!

You should, er, give it a go.

I might just do that.

Helen?

I should have told you sooner.

Is it really you?
Is it really you?

It's... it's really me.

I should've reached out
sooner. I really did want

- to write you back.
- Oh, don't, no!

MJ: Oh, sweetheart.

I've never felt so happy! Oh!

Oh, darling.

Fiona.

Before you go.

Now you know my
favourite book too.

I have to admit, I was
not expecting that.

There's a lot of life
lessons in there.

And some grit too, if
you look close enough.

I always thought it was a
nice reminder that sometimes

a shift in luck is just
a shift in perspective.

Hmm.

Well, thank you for this,

for today and yesterday,
and all of it.

I hope it helps you
find what you're after.

Me, too.

Good night, Liam.

Good night, Fiona.

['Be Thou My Vision' plays]

[mobile phone dings]

JULIA: Fiona, it's
Julia Donovan,

casting director w Giselle.

Give me a call when you
get this. It's important.

FIONA: Thank you so much!

This is a dream
come true, really.

I'll see you then.

Who was that?

The casting director
from Giselle.

They rewatched the
audition tapes,

and the director
and choreographer

want to see me again,
and apparently,

it's down to me and
one other dancer.

For which part?

Giselle!

Oh, wait, wait.
Did you tell her?

I told her.

Oh, how'd it go?

It was amazing!

We talked for hours,

and she wants to take us
to a show tomorrow night,

meet her granddaughter.

I have to get back
to New York, ASAP.

They're putting me on
the flight tomorrow,

but you should stay.
Finish the trip.

- You think?
- Absolutely!

You've got a mom
to hang out with!

Those are moments you're
never gonna forget.

It looks like the
good luck magic

is working after all.

I guess so.

Yay!

[birds chirping]

[soft music]

Okay, lads, the auction starts
in an hour. We need to hurry.

FIONA: Hey.

Hey. Wasn't expecting you.

Yeah, erm...

I just...

Erm...

I just came to say goodbye...

because I'm leaving a little
bit earlier than planned.

Are you now?

Yeah, you were right.

I never should have doubted
the myths of a man's motherland

because it worked.

All of it. Erm...

After you dropped
me off last night,

I got a call from New York.

Erm, the show that
I auditioned for,

they want to see me again,

and the final
callback's tomorrow.

It's the job of my dreams.

That's, er...

Congratulations.

Yeah.

I never would've gotten that
call if it wasn't for you.

- That's not true.
- Yes, it is.

Irish luck isn't just
about ticking boxes, Fiona.

None of it works without belief.

Conviction.

That's all you.

Er...

- I should be getting back.
- I hope you know...

Look, you don't have to say
anything else, all right?

I-I'm happy for you.

You caught the horizon
you were after.

And...

of all the pubs in Ireland,

I'm glad it was mine that
you came twirling through.

Me too.

Goodbye, Fiona.

[soft music]

FIONA: I can't believe
I just got a new grandma

and now I have to leave.

Look, we have all the time

in the world ahead of us.

Erm, please call me GiGi.

I've always wanted to be 'GiGi'.

I like GiGi.

What's up, sweetheart?

You look as if you're
wrestling with yourself.

I am just not entirely sure

that I want to get on
that plane right now.

What's going on?

Okay, there's this
old building in town

that's up for auction
today, and it just...

it has this magic about it.

It actually reminds me

of Miss Wilder's old
dance studio in Brooklyn,

and I just haven't been able
to get it out of my head.

So, what are you saying?

You know better
than anyone how much

living I have missed out on

just relentlessly
chasing this dream,

convinced that my
life could truly begin

once I finally
made it, you know?

But there's always
gonna be auditions

and more what-ifs.

And for the first
time in my life,

it feels like there's a dream
that's actually chasing me.

DRIVER: Miss?

Your flight?

Gotta go.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I love you.

See you soon, darling.

- You be safe.
- Yeah.

[slow Celtic music]

Bye-bye.

Hey. These are for you.

Where's Fiona?

Gone.

Why'd you let her leave?

I can't exactly chain
her to the bar, love.

Why didn't you ask her to stay?

I've only known her a week.

So? Ask her to stay
a little longer.

It worked for you
once, didn't it?

You've got to fight for her,

like you did for Mum.

Remember?

[sighs]

[Celtic music]

Hurry up!

I'm going as quick as
these legs will carry me.

Keys, Dad, keys!

Step on it.

Not with you in the car.

Great. So, we'll
be safe and late.

Perfect combo.

FIONA: Hi! Are you and
GiGi still in the cottage?

Her flight's boarding.
We'll never make it.

I'm so sorry, Dad.

Me, too, kiddo.

Me too.

[brakes screeching]

HELEN and MJ: Go, Fiona.
Go, go, go, go, go!

FIONA: Excuse me! Sorry!

Erm, is the auction over?

Never really started.

A private bidder snapped it
up first thing this morning.

Erm, is there any way

that you could
give me their name?

Absolutely not.
That's illegal.

I'm so sorry, sweetie.

Oh, stop your moaning now.

It's not over till
the Irish lady sings,

and I haven't cleared
my throat yet.

Benefit of living here all
my life is I know people.

Okay.

Any idea who bought the place?

Okay, thanks a million.

MJ: Any idea who...

- She certainly has moxie.
- She sure does.

Found him!

MJ: Come on. Hurry up, girls.

FIONA: Okay, er, what
exactly is the plan here?

We're gonna confront the
owner, and then what?

Force him to give me the space?

MJ: We're not going
to force anyone,

but sometimes a friendly
chat can go a long way.

And sometimes, it's good
to spin your own luck.

- The buyer's right up here.
- Hmm.

Oh, no!

I threw a piece of coal
at that guy the other day.

I was trying to get it on
his boat, but I kept missing.

Why would you do that?

It's a good luck thing.

What have you got here?

Well, we're here to talk
about the Hanson building.

You.

You're the coal-loving lassie

- from the other day, aren't you?
- Yes.

Sorry about that, Captain.

Can I call you captain?

Okay, here's the deal.

I have spent most of my life

believing that I was
just an inherently

unlucky person, you know?

Walking around under a
permanent dark cloud.

But ever since coming here,

and just being
around all the warmth

and the kindness of everyone,

it's felt like the sun was
finally peeking out, you know?

And, well, I just wanted more
of that, so I threw myself

into every Irish superstition
and good luck ritual

in hopes of finally
shaking off the cloud and

turning my luck around for good,
hence throwing the coal at you.

Apologies, again.

But now, I can't for the
life of me think of why

I thought I was so unlucky
in the first place, you know?

And what's all this got to
do with the Hanson building?

Right, back to the point.

I have also been a
dancer my whole life,

and walking into that
beautiful building

and seeing what it was and
what it could be again,

not just for me, but
the village, you know?

For every little
girl with a dream.

Just really felt like fate
was reaching out to me.

I'm afraid I can't
sell it to you.

The building's been in my family
for nearly a hundred years.

We lost it back in '98,

fought hard to get it back.

What if I rented it from you?

I promise it would be
in such good hands.

Rent?

MJ: I'm sure a charming
man like yourself,

now, I'd wager you have
a few granddaughters.

[chuckles] A whole gaggle.

Lively as the sea, they are.

Could use an outlet.

Well, I would be honoured
to provide that for them.

Looks like you found
a new landlord.

Thank you. Thank you so much!

HELEN: Well, I don't
know about you,

but I'm feeling pretty
lucky right now.

- Me, too.
- Oh, the charm.

[upbeat music]

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Did you know

that if you have an
Irish grandparent,

you can become a dual citizen?

Is that right?

Yeah, which I thought
might come in handy,

you know, with my
parents being over there

and the studio here.

- Studio?
- Yeah.

You haven't heard?

Oh, I just signed a year's lease
on the old Hanson building.

So, your village just
got a new dance teacher.

I thought maybe you could
help me find my first student?

Oh. What about Broadway?

I found a better horizon.

[triumphant music]

[upbeat music]

And remember, no
pirouettes in the street!

[phone buzzing]

[dramatic upbeat music]