01x05 - Adding Machine

[bunniefuu]

[terrifying music]

[whimpering]

[screaming]

[shouting]: Dad?

[whimpering]

Fiona, what is it? What's wrong?

There's something in there, Dad.

I saw something move!

[suspenseful music]

Are you sure it wasn't
a nightmare, Fi?

I swear I saw something.

When I was your age,

I once heard a banshee
outside my bedroom window.

You know what me ma did?

She gave me protection
against that evil monster.

How?

She brought in the big g*ns.

The Virgin Mary.

She protects us.

[whispering]:
Against everything.

Including closet monsters?

[whispering]: Especially
closet monsters.

Now,

you think you can go back to
sleep with her looking over ya?

Grand.

Get comfy.

[whispering]: That's it.

Goodnight, Fi.

Goodnight, Dad.

Love you.

[door shuts]

Cleared it with
one of the Garda,

the crime scene's been
processed. So, come on.

Let's go.

[police chatter]

There was no hard drives
logged in to evidence,

but that doesn't
mean it's not here.

Hidden away.

Also doesn't mean it's
not in Father Al's hands.

That was one creepy
video he sent you.

But... didn't sound
like he had it.

You think he's the
one behind all this?

The one my dad
wanted to take down?

Could be. Man's evil enough.

I mean, there's
only so many places

Minerva could have hid it.

Maybe she sealed
it in the walls?

[incredulously]: Hmm.

She would have kept it close.

She said she wanted
it for protection.

That it was the only
thing keeping her alive.

Hmm, except it didn't.

Gardaí? [squealing]

What the hell is going on?

You brought her here?
To a crime scene?

Fiona believes Ms.
Quilligan was m*rder*d

for that missing hard drive.

Fiona believes, does she?

Then maybe we should open
a Tribunal of Inquiry.

Huh? Or here's an idea, maybe
we should cram the paddy wagon,

drive to Dublin, pop
into the Oireachtas,

have a nice chat with the Dáil,

or the Seanad, maybe even
the Taoiseach himself.

All because Fiona Murphy
has a feckin' notion!

That's a little harsh,
don't you think?

Well, you think, do ya?

If you'd listened to me,

Minerva would still be
alive, but you ignored me.

And Róisín, who by the way
is working her a*s off...

Doherty. You are on leave today.

As of this minute in fact.

And you, there'd be
a national scandal

if immigration got wind
that you had launched

a criminal investigation
on a visitor's visa.

You'll be shipped back
to the land of the free

and home of the brave
before you could blink!

-Are you threatening me?
-Yeah.

Now, go!

Come on.

[door slams]

as*h*le! There's key
evidence in there.

If it's in there, he'll find it.

Look, Fiona, stop.
Before he fires me.

Maybe he's a dirty cop.

Dirty Garda. Which, somehow,
sounds even dirtier.

We're close. I can feel it.

♪ I'm right where I belong ♪

♪ I'll keep walking on ♪

[gasping]: Oh...

[inhaling sharply]

I see you're processing
things in a healthy manner.

I have brushed my
teeth like 20 times.

I can't believe I kissed that...

...monster!

I know, Mom. I'm sorry.

They have every police force

from Dublin to Dubai
searching for...

Don't! Don't even say his name.

God. I am not gonna relax

until we are flying
over the Atlantic,

drinking shitty
airline champagne.

[sighing]

Fiona Margaret.

We are going home.

I'm not done here yet.

[huffing]

You are endangering yourself

over something that has
no bearing on your life...

But it does.

Dad wanted these
criminals to be punished.

He lost his life trying
to accomplish that.

Carrying out his final
wish means something to me.

Why? Fiona this makes no sense!

You think I don't know that?

Loving a man who failed us so...

...utterly and completely
makes not one iota of sense!

But it doesn't change
the fact that I do.

[somber music]

[sobbing]

You're all I have...

You're all I have too, mom.

But we both need more than that.

You have deprived yourself...

...of so much.

Acceptance,

healing,

joy.

And I promise you,
I will come home

and we will experience
all of that...

...together.

[♪]

I need you to trust me.
I've made up my mind.

[somber music]

[dissipating footsteps]

[echoing chatter in background]

Don't you think if I found
that, I'd let you know?

Or maybe the hard
drive is in the cloud.

I know that's not
how the cloud works!

I was being deliberately
fatuous for f*ck's sake!

[phone hanging up]

[sighing]

[phones ringing]

[door shutting]

[suspenseful music]

Garda Doherty.

Listen, before you
rub it in my face.

Right, I know, I was
thinking out of my arse

bringing a civilian
to a crime scene.

And, whilst I
monumentally fecked up,

I am guilty of far
less corrupt sins.

Like drive, ambition, justice...

I was just gonna ask
if you needed any help.

Oh.

Sorry.

I shoulda listened to ya.

You warned me and now...

Look, just do your best

to try and impress Sergeant
Claude going forward.

Do you think he's...

...suspicious?

Of being an utter
gobshite, completely.

No, I mean...

...do you think he's...

[♪]

...a bent guard?

[whispering]: You've a strange
way of trying to impress Claude.

-But if you were in his shoes...
-I hope to be, some day.

Would you k*ll a line of inquiry

or would you follow up
every possible lead?

A woman was m*rder*d! Brutally!

If anyone was trying to
infiltrate the Gardaí,

Claude's ego would make
him an easy target.

But do I think he's bent?

Maybe.

[door opens]

[door shuts]

Hurry it up.

Pack it up and get out of here.

[♪]

Mary, don't worry about Fiona.

We look out for her.

She'll be grand.

Isadora, I was married
to an Irishman.

I know exactly what grand means.

[doorbell rings]
-Oh, who's that?

I'll get it.

Doesn't grand mean fine?

Yes. It can mean fine.

It can also mean a tornado
is heading straight for us.

Full of misery and rusty nails.

[chuckling]

Oh, Siobhan!

Apologies for dropping
by unannounced, but...

...I told my father that you
were heading back today and...

...he wanted to
thank you in person.

-And to offer our condolences.
-Thank you.

Before we lose you to America.

Well, one of us is heading home.

It's really lovely to
meet you, Mr. Donovan.

Fiona Murphy,

the woman who discovered the
truth about my son, Benji.

And who delivered him
justice even in death.

I wish we were meeting
under happier circumstances.

So do I, my dear. So do I.

Well, we should let you
get back to your lunch...

Nonsense. Sit down, sit down,
you'll have a cup of tea!

Though, I only have
Barry's tea to offer ye.

Only Barry's?

I once sealed a deal

on the top floor
of the Guoco Tower

with Barry's Tea.

[laughing]

[whispering]: What's
the Guoco Tower?

Fiona, you're not
going home then?

Given everything, I do
wish you would reconsider.

I've told her. These
people are dangerous.

As Minerva found out.

Gee, it sounds like it's not
just your over-protective mom

telling you to give
your head a good shake.

Callum Deasy's gotta be halfway
around the world by now.

And Johnny McIntyre's
safely behind bars.

Is it true you got a
sample of his cousin's DNA

and that's how you nabbed him?

Yes, indeed. That is true.

What? You got him
to spit in a cup

or stole a hair from his head?

Oh, no. Her friend, Musa,
was quite instrumental...

[clearing throat loudly]

I don't know if there's
a jail robust enough

to hold that devil,
Johnny McIntyre.

Hell would suffice.

Well, with any luck, and
by luck I mean expertise

because any good prosecutor
makes their own luck,

he will be chewing on
stale bread until he dies.

May he never see the
light of day again.

-Hmm, guess I'll drink to that.
-Cheers.

[phone ringing]

[phone dinging]

[suspenseful music swells]

Thank you.

[♪]

Johnny?

Róisín.

That didn't take long.

Using our grandmother
to get a message to me?

Pretty low.

Even for you.

What do you want?

I just wanna be free.

Right, well, if you're
gonna waste my time...

Alright, alright, alright!
Let's get down to business, huh?

I'm listening.

I heard about Minerva Quilligan.

You heard? Or you ordered it?

You really think I'd take
out an old one? Really?

Maybe.

You m*rder*d that boy.

Benji Donovan was a grown man.

And it ain't m*rder if I
didn't intend to k*ll him.

Manslaughter at best.

Anyway, I'm not here
to defend my actions.

You are here because
of your actions.

Yeah, well, it is what it is.

Truth, cousin, is this.

The people I work for won't stop
until they get what they want.

And if you care about this
Yank, really care about her,

you'll tell me
everything that you know.

Like where's the hard drive?

If you lay a finger
on Fiona Murphy,

it won't end well.

She's not some small
town office clerk.

She's a lawyer.

A big time American lawyer.

The SDU, the FBI,

every combination of
letters you can think of

will get involved...

-I take it that's a no then?
-That is a no.

Okay.

Have you been to
see gran lately?

Over at the care home?

Not recently, no.

It's hard going
seeing her like that.

Lying on that bed,
just waiting to die.

Definitely not the same
person we grew up with.

But you're probably too
young to remember the...

...the true majesty
of the woman.

You making a complete
mess of your life

didn't exactly help things.

Well, you're a
McIntyre, just like her.

Don't forget that.

You take one of us down...

...you take us all down.

[loud slamming]

[sighing]: That was lovely.

Having important people like
the Donovans here for tea.

Do you think the neighbors saw?

What? Did they see
the post on Facebook?

The picture you put up of their
Land Rover in the driveway?

That was a car
appreciation post.

[chuckling]

All jokes aside, Fiona, can
you please explain to me

why you're staying in Ireland?

-I have unfinished business.
-Business the Gardaí can't do?

Have you met Sergeant Claude?

-Pig-headed gobshite.
-That's right.

Fiona has it in her head
she's gonna hunt down

this missing hard drive
like she's Nancy Drew.

I'm not taking sides, love,

but that might be something
that a trained Garda'd

be more successful at.

Let's take a vote, shall we?

Everyone who thinks that Fiona

should get on a plane with
me today, raise your hand.

The tribe has spoken.

Maybe Minerva stashed
the hard drive

in some secret lockup.

Why would Minerva
have a secret lockup?

She was a...

...devout soul, she had
a steadfast dedication

to the Virgin Mary and
that's it. No more.

What do you mean no
more? That's ridiculous.

You can't know
everything about someone.

Well, I do know this.

She always had a bond
with the Virgin Mary.

She built that grotto herself.

She was her protection,
all of her life, she said.

That didn't work.

[intriguing music]

I'm calling a taxi.

I think it's time we
get you to the airport.

-You've ages yet.
-That might be so,

but there's nothing worse
than missing a flight.

I can think of a
few worse things.

Come on.

Fiona Margaret.
What is the rush?

[soft music]

Mary, a stór,

despite the pain
of losing Declan,

I've gained a daughter.

And a granddaughter.

I'll be back. Or
you could visit me.

-Los Angeles?
-Hmm.

Would you introduce
me to George Clooney?

Or Brad Pitt? I'm easy.

[chuckling]

Is that Tonka Toy my cab?

-That's Róisín.
-Aah.

Hey, Róisín.

Hello, Fiona.

And Fiona's mother, and aunt...

...and gran.

"♪Paint a Picture"
plays in background.

I love you.

I love you too, mom.

[sighing]

♪ Everlasting ♪

Be safe.

♪ Never changing ♪

♪ Problem you had ♪

♪ Stuck in my head ♪

♪ I am older now ♪

♪ So I sing soft and low ♪

[sighs]

♪ I'm still sketching it out ♪

Thank you, lady.

Thanks for lunch. See you soon.

Bye.
-Where is she going?

♪ I can't thank you ♪

[car engine shuts off]

Did you bring bungee cords?

Do you seriously expect me

to tie the blessed
Virgin Mary herself

to the roof of my car

and drive around the
streets of Wicklow?

Absolutely not.

Where do you think
Minerva hid it?

Some secret compartment?

Maybe she's like
a Pez dispenser.

[stone crunching]

Hmm, a bit sacrilegious to be
grabbing Virgin Mary like that.

You think that's sacrilegious...

Fiona, Fiona, don't you
dare. Don't you... no!

There's a quick and
easy way to find out

if that hard drive
is inside of her...

Well, if you smash her, it's
seven years of bad luck!

-She's not a mirror!
-Exactly!

She is the blessed
Mother of God!

You are looking at an
eternity of hellfire!

Róisín, let go!

No!

I may be a lapsed Catholic, but
I wasn't built for the heat,

I can't handle two weeks
in Spain, never mind Hades!

There is no heaven or hell!

Be that as it may, I'm
not taking any chances!

[groaning]

Whoa!

[shouting]

[both groan]

[speaking foreign language]

Oh, not her face.

Where is the damned thing?

Damned is right.

She's in bits!

[church bell ringing]

[tense music]

[groaning]

Ah!

It was here all the time!

Let's go.
-Yeah.

[♪]

Can't believe we desecrated

a statue of the
Virgin Mary for this.

I'm going straight to hell.

They wouldn't have k*lled
Minerva for nothing.

There's got to be
something on here.

Well, don't ask me to
help you figure it out.

My parents wouldn't let me
near a screen, any screen

until well into my adolescence.

They told me that God gave me

a perfect pair of cameras
to view the world with.

[chuckling]

Well, luckily, I know

a little cyborg
with great shoes.

[phone ringing]

Hello, Fiona, Róisín.

Hey, Tess. Everything okay?

Uh, yeah. Just dandy.

Is that another Lady
Justice behind you?

Uh, yeah, only this
time she's bronze,

so she can't break.

And how much does a bronze
Lady Justice statue cost?

I mean, you can
just write it off.

It is a valid business expense.

Writing it off is
actually a misnomer,

because only some things are
actually fully deductible.

Mm-hmm.

And once again,
Irish Tess knows all.

She's smarter, cooler, she's
got that adorable accent.

And on top of that she's got
cheekbones to die for. Yeah.

Thank you, Tess.

Your cheekbones are...
they're also really good.

Thanks. Um, yeah,
you know, Fiona,

I'm actually just not sure
why you need me anyways

since you have her.

Because we're a
couple of luddites.

Not like a 'couple' couple.

We are a pair of
unconnected luddites.

With a hard drive that
won't give up its secrets.

Yeah, the whole thing is blank.

Okay, um...

...I guess I could
poke around it.

And if something's
hidden, I will find it.

See? What would
we do without you?

Okay.

[melancholic music]

[waves crashing]

That's one way to
ruin your night.

Bran Donovan.

Mr. Donovan, I know who you are.

I met Fiona Murphy today.

And she told me that
you were instrumental

in uncovering the truth
about the death of my son.

And I wanted to
thank you in person.

But, perhaps, now is
not the best time.

Well, I'm stuck here 'til I pay
the hundred euro fine, so...

I'll throw something out
there and you can say no.

But how would you
like a partner?

A silent partner, for your gym?

I did some research and I know
the financial state you're in.

I couldn't.

Yes, you could.

Because I want to give back.

You deserve
something good, Musa.

For helping my boy.

[sombre music]

So... Johnny
McIntyre, Father Al,

both ultimately working
for someone else.

Our mystery man... or woman.

Or non-binary person.

And we can't get our
hands on Father Al,

but McIntyre, he's
just sitting there.

Maybe the guards could
make a plea deal with him.

Reduce his sentence
to manslaughter

in exchange for information...

Last person you want
roaming the streets

is that evil b*stard.

Well, as evil as he is,

there are people way
worse running things.

I am pretty sure that
you cannot get much worse

than Johnny feckin' McIntyre.

You really hate him.

It almost feels personal.

[♪]

It is personal.

Christ.

[sighing]

My dad, his second
name is Doherty.

But my mom, hers is McIntyre.

Johnny McIntyre... is
unfortunately my cousin.

-What?
-Yeah.

You're just telling me this now.

Well, I'm not
exactly proud of it!

Still, he attacked me

and you were at the
hotel that night and...

Oh, my god. What we
put Musa through!

I know!

This is who he is, Fiona.

He's not gonna flip for us.

So get that out of
your head right now.

[Tess]: Uh, you guys,
I found something.

[♪]

Uh... some kind of
encryption software

was used to scramble everything.

And if that wasn't enough,
there was a hidden volume

and on top of that, a
decoy volume was deployed.

See? Irreplaceable.

I know.

And what are on these files?

[intriguing music]

Oh...

Are you able to trace who these
bank statements belong to?

Uh... not yet.

I will have to do some
borderline ill*gal hacking.

Okay, I'm gonna pretend
I didn't hear that.

Great. Get on it. And can you
make multiple backup copies?

Thanks, Tess.

Bye!

[intriguing music]

I don't like secrets.

I know...

I'm sorry.

I mean, if I'm being honest,
how can I even trust you?

How do I know you're not
working for your cousin?

That's why I didn't
tell you, or...

...anyone.

Not the Garda Station.

I wouldn't trust me either.

[♪]

Listen, if you... want me
to take a step back, I will.

No.

I need you.

I don't trust anyone
at that Garda Station.

Huh. With good reason.

Oh, my god.

-What?
-Sergeant Claude!

This morning, he was
rattling on the phone

to someone about the hard drive.

He kept circling 6:45 PM

over and over again
on his desk calendar.

-Is that for today's date?
-Tomorrow.

Maybe he's meeting with
one of his crime cronies.

Somebody who wants
the hard drive.

Exactly.

Here's what we're gonna do.

Tomorrow, you're going to
strut into the Garda Station

like you own the place.

And announce to everyone...

I found the hard drive.

[Fiona]: Sergeant Claude
won't risk taking it from

the evidence room
during the day,

so I'll tail him.

See who he's meeting at 6:45.

While I'm doing that,
you set up camp.

I'll text you when Claude is on
the move back to the station,

and then we catch him
stealing the drive red-handed.

[suspenseful music]

What the hell is he doing?

[♪]

[echoing footsteps]

[door opens]

[phone dings]

Uh, no, he's not.

[approaching footsteps]

[distant screaming]

[glass breaking]

What the f*ck?

[screaming]

[♪]

[phone dinging]

[indistinct shouting]

Primal purge?

[screaming]

[Fiona laughs]

Oh, my god.

[suspenseful music]

[phone buzzes]

Róisín?

Sergeant Claude is
definitely not our guy.

[whispering]: Really? Because I
just heard someone walk in here!

Who?

Róisín!

Róisín!

Róisín!

[ambulance horn blaring]

Thank god, you're alright.

Hmm, well, it's
not all good news.

They ordered a CT of my
head and turns out...

...not a lot going on up there.

[chuckling]

To be fair, I actually didn't
need a CT to tell me that.

The person who attacked you,
you have no idea who it was?

I couldn't even tell you
how many eyes he had.

It happened so quickly.

Assaulting a police officer
in a police station,

takes massive cojones.

You'd wanna be pretty desperate

to attempt something like that.

We're getting close to finishing

what my father started.

And it scares the
sh*t out of them.

[intriguing music]

[distant dog barking]

[car approaches]

Garda Henderson.

Here's the hard drive.

That's a good lad.

And the other thing?

Wylie, you sure no
one's gonna get hurt?

I can tell you one thing.

You will if you don't fulfill
your end of the bargain.

[suspenseful music]

[♪]

[engine whirring]

[thunder crashes]

Tax havens galore.

Geez, Dad. Who were
you working for?

[Declan echoing]: You sure
it wasn't a nightmare, Fi?

Dad?

[Declan]: Fiona.

Dad?

[tapping of keys]

[intriguing music]

You're not afraid
of storms anymore.

I'm not afraid of much anymore.

When you were a
wee girl, you were.

I remember the
monsters in the closet.

The thunderstorms
were way worse.

And I'd say: "Fiona, girl,

it's just the angels
gone bowling,"

and then we'd try to count how
many pins they'd knocked over.

And soon enough,

you'd drift off to sleep.

[thunder crashing]

Now that was
definitely a strike!

[♪]

When I first saw that cottage,

I thought, imagine
Fi living there,

and me, dropping in for
a cuppa whenever I liked.

That would've been a dream.

May the dreams you hold dearest

be those which come true,
and come true it has.

Cost me a bloody fortune,
but it was worth every penny.

[chuckling]

How did you afford it?

I was just wondering
that myself,

but try as I might, Fi...

I can't seem to
get this to add up!

-Why not?
-Great question.

Why not?

Why? Why? Why won't this add up?

Why? Why!

[squealing]: Dad!

[shouting]: Why
won't you add up?

[intriguing music]

[knocking on door]

[♪]

[intriguing music]

[♪]

[suspenseful music]

Can I get you some tea?

Do you have anything stronger?

I own a distillery,
of course I do.

Please, sit.

Our finest 12 year old,

matured in rare,

hand-selected sherry casks.

Thank you.

Sláinte.

-Sláinte.
-Sláinte.

I told my father
about the notice

you received this morning.

Fiona, I should've told you
about the cottage, but...

...I didn't know how.

As you know, so I'm not
telling tales out of school,

but your father was
a bit of a gambler.

He bet the cottage?

No, but he was hundreds of
thousands of euros in debt

to some rather unsavory types.

I liked your dad
despite his demons.

And so, when he came
to me, desperate,

I provided the funds he
needed to pay off his debts.

In exchange for the cottage.

[♪]

Mm-hmm. Yeah, he never changed.

Fiona, there is absolutely
no rush to leave the cottage.

Stay as long as you want.

-No, I couldn't do that.
-Yes, you can.

We're friends.

In fact, we insist.

[♪]

Thank you.

For your time.

[sighing]

[rhythmic music]

[Róisín]: Jesus, where didn't
Declan have hidden accounts?

Yeah, you name the
tax haven, he had one.

Singapore, Bahamas,
Malta, the Caymans...

You figured all
that out already?

You're incredible.

-You're making me blush.
-Good.

And you should.

You've taken a bunch
of account numbers

and zeroed in on the very banks,

the very branches, where
they're registered.

You're amazing.

Far more amazing would
be connecting names

to the accounts, but
short of a court order...

One step at a time, huh?

[♪]

I am so sorry for
being a freak earlier.

I know I was...

[groaning]

I collect freaks.

I am a freak magnet.

-Oh.
-If you will.

I was thinking, you
are kind of like

Fiona's very own version
of Penelope Garcia.

Who?

Criminal Minds?

No? Jaysus...

What do you
Americans do for fun?

Basically wish we
were in Ireland.

[♪]

Well,

must be... pretty
late over there.

You should get some sleep.

Night, Tess.

Goodnight, Róisín.

[chuckling]

Thank you.

Running a scheme,
behind my back?

When you're on leave?

Do you understand,
Garda Doherty,

you're in a spot of trouble?

But you did still...
call me Garda, so...

Your point?

You're a big ol'
softie really, Claude.

[sighing]

Just let me get my things.

If you wouldn't mind
giving me a lift,

I shouldn't be driving
with a concussion.

[soft music]

I'll wait for you outside.

"♪Mountain Song"
plays in background

I blame myself.

You didn't gamble
the cottage away.

No, no, but I... I
entertained this...

...fantasy that my brother was
something other than the...

...charming scoundrel he was.

I supposed I wanted to believe
there was more to him than that.

[♪]

Here. Last dram's for you.

♪ Copper light on
your maze of a spine ♪

Oh.

♪ You of icy cold and
scorching heat... ♪

Do you think he's using me?

To get revenge?

Would he do that?

Put me in danger
for something so...

So... petty?

So selfish?

This is what I blame
myself for the most, Fiona.

Is letting my brother,

from beyond the grave,

use you as a pawn.

[♪]

[muttering]: Declan...

[phone ringing]

What's next?

[staticky voice]:
Destroy the drive.

Destroy it? What about the...

That's none of your business.

Stop worrying your pretty little
head and make it disappear.

Understood.

[tense music]

[whirring sound]

[♪]

[sighing]

[nearby shouting]

[heavy doors clanging]

[sombre music]

[laughing]

Johnny McIntyre. A sight
for sore eyes, how he is.

Wylie Moles.

Did you walk from
Galway, for f*ck's sakes?

Can't say I'm a fan
of your makeover.

This?

Brings out the blue in me eyes.

Ah, yeah. It does.

Your little friend over here

didn't want to
hand over the key.

Nothing a little
pain didn't fix.

Well, now that he's
served his purpose...

Hang on. Hang on a second.

Let me do the
honors, do you mind?

[♪]

[heavy breathing]

Johnny.

Please...

Well, well, well.

Finn Murphy being all
nice and polite to me

now the shoe's on
the other foot, hey?

[panting]

Well, I think it's time somebody
taught you some manners.

[g*n c*ck]

Whaddya think? Huh?

[sobbing]

"♪Mountain Song"
by Anna Rieke plays

♪ You of swallowed path
and an uphill climb ♪

♪ Now I am miles away ♪

♪ Draw me deeper
draw me deeper into ♪

♪ Wild places ♪

♪ Now I am miles away

♪ Draw me deeper
draw me deeper into ♪

♪ Wild places ♪