Love of the Irish (2025)

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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 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.

- 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 cil 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 cil 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 cil tomorrow?

It'll be great craic.

- I think so.

- Brilliant!

You can show me then!

You're the best.

Sln!

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.

- You came!

- I did.

- Everyone's so excited.

- Everyone?

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 pli.

Lengthen up.

Relev, roll through those feet,

back down.

Pli, 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 k*ll 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...

Thank you for nudging me.

To unexpected adventures.

- May they continue.

- Amen.

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 k*lling.

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 w Giselle.

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.

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!
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