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Chocolate or strawberry?

Life's big decisions.

Mm!

You are going places, kid.

Oh! My apologies.

That was close.

Whoa! Whoa!

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.

Thanks, fellas.

Hey, sweetie.

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 Giselleaudition.

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. -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.

What's going on over there?

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.

The only thing that I'm gonna regret

is not believing in myself.

Pray for a miracle!

Praying.

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.

Hmm.

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.

- 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.

-"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.

Don't even think about answering that.

It's probably the plumbers.

You are not wriggling out of this!

Might be another leak. This is not over!

Mm.

Helen speaking.

-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!

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.

Oh, wow!

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

I will be writing a complaint.

Oh, how cute!

Wow!

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

is that weird?

Oh, look at this funny little guy.

Oh!

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.

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.

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? -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.

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. -Yeah?

- Thanks for letting us know. -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.

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.

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.

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.

You were saying?

Shall we?

Gentlemen.

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.

Can you, er, go grab some more firewood?

Yeah.

Thanks.

A lucky penny.

All right, Ireland.

Let's see what you got.

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?

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.

Post office, here I come.

Looks beautiful.

Locks for luck!

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. -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!

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.

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.

Excuse me!

You've gotta be kidding me.

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. -Great.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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!

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.

Well, thank you for arranging this tour.

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.

Fiona!

Fiona!

This is brutal!

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.

Where are we going?

- Fiona! - Er, this way.

Let me look in here.

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

-Very cool. -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?

Fiona!

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.

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.

Mom!

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?

Do tell.

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.

-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.

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.

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!

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.

Hello.

Are you all right?

Flowers, daisies, er--

You're Daisy.

Hello.

Hi.

- Shall we? - Ah, really?

- Yeah. - Okay.

* 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 *

The band will take a break.

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.

Mm-hmm.

I like your style.

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

I thought you were holding the door.

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.

Hello? Anybody?

Help us! Please?

Please, somebody, we're stuck in here!

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'?

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.

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.

Watch and marvel, eh?

This is nerve-wracking!

This is a disaster.

Wha-- On the boat, not at it.

I got this one.

- I wish you would. - Mm-hm.

Now, come on. You got this.

Okay.

- Hey, you! - Uh-oh.

Sorry!

Run.

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.

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.

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.

Oh.

-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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

No way. A dance studio!

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...

* 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.

Eoin!

Sorry about that!

Didn't mean to break the moment.

What are you doing way out here?

Oh, come on, man!

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

The best views for the prettiest girls.

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.

Well, he's a bit of a mess,

but in a proper charming way,

like a puppy chasing his tail.

- 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.

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!

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.

Fiona, it's Julia Donovan,

casting director wGiselle.

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

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!

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

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.

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.

Miss?

Your flight?

Gotta go.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I love you.

See you soon, darling.

- You be safe. - Yeah.

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?

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.

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.

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

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.

Any idea who...

- She certainly has moxie. - She sure does.

Found him!

Come on. Hurry up, girls.

Okay, er, what exactly is the plan here?

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

Force him to give me the space?

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?

I'm sure a charming man like yourself,

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

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!

Well, I don't know about you,

but I'm feeling pretty lucky right now.

- Me, too. - Oh, the charm.

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.

And remember, no pirouettes in the street!