Haunted Harmony Mysteries: Buried at C (2025)

[bunniefuu]

[engine sputters and fails]

No. No!

- Ugh.

- [whack]

What's going on?

Oh... eh.

The sea has a way of finding out

what you've done wrong.

[chuckles]

I'm having trouble

with the fuel filter,

eh, but, you know,

we're close enough to shore

to call in a Garda tow.

No!

No Garda.

Just fix it...

or we'll have a problem.

I'm close.

Oh, it's here, Ross...

All 1.3 mill of it,

but there are

other buyers involved,

and the Garda

are all over it now,

so the price has got to go up.

Well, way up.

Well, you'll find it.

Is it fixed or not?

Go in and turn it over

a few times for me, will ya?

[beep]

[key clicking]

Let me at it.



Okay, we're all good now.

[crack]

This is

Garda Station Dunmullach.

We've detected your emergency

disruption beacon.

Garda units are on the way.

[alert signal wailing]

[beacon hits water]









I've mentioned your dad

to everyone that's registered

a boat in the harbor.

We'll find him, Shannon.

If he wants to be found.

You know your dad

wouldn't just leave you.

Then where is he?

I adored you then

And I love you now

Forever and a day

[applause]

As you know,

the song you've just heard,

"Forever and a Day,"

was the final work

of famed composer

Eamon McCarthy,

alongside his lyricist

and soulmate, Orla.

While no longer with us,

their legacy lives on

as we mark the beginning

of our First Annual

McCarthy Days!

[all cheering]

Technically, I'm here in spirit.

[whispers]

You gotta stop doing that.

But your reaction

is so adorable.

The composition

that put Eamon on the map

was his First Sonata,

inspired by the sunrise view

from this very spot.

That's true.

In this spirit...

the Dunmullach

Historical Society

has commissioned

a statue

here in the harbor,

in Eamon's memory.



We're gonna get that fixed,

right?



That was fantastic!

Beyond 'tastic.

Okay, go have fun!

Bye! See you later.

Let me be the first

to congratulate you

on a job well done.

Thanks, but, really,

it's all the students

and their finely-tuned ears.

Well, hey, you should

come teach my math class,

'cause major

listening problems there.

A miraculous show, Miss Brown!

Oh, thank you.

And Mr. Kennedy,

glad I caught you.

- [chuckles awkwardly]

- Father.

Hurling season

starts back this week,

and we are

in desperate need of a coach

for the boys' team.

Uh-huh.

And I know you're not Irish,

but a colleague

brought it to my attention

that you are partial to a bit

of hurling yourself.

Oh, I'm not...

I've never coached!

But we're sure you'd be great.

Well...

Okay, you two aren't gonna

let me say no, are you?

See? Your coaching instincts

are already kicking in.

- [chuckles]

- So we can count on you?

Uh...

Game on?

Yeah. Uh, game on.

Magic!

I'll see you two

back at the school.

Whoa!

Lovely performance

as always, Miss Brown!

Hey. Uh, Gethsemane

just asked me to...

be the hurling coach.

- Really? You?

- Yeah.

Huh.

I haven't played much

since I won county,

back when I was a lad.

[chuckles]

I believe your brother's

coming into town today.

Yes. Uh...

Actually, his ferry

is coming in right now.

Thank you both for being here.

Thank you.

Bye

See you soon.

[inhales]

[sighs]

Hurling, huh?

Interesting.

[ferry horn blows]

Not only home

to Eamon and Orla McCarthy,

Dunmullach Harbor

was also the Titanic's last stop

on its maiden voyage.

Huh! That I didn't know.

Did you know it was built

up in Belfast?

That I did. 1910-ish?

You're good. 1909.

Now, if you look to your left,

you'll see our recently...

Your brother's

first trip to Ireland?

First trip anywhere,

since Dad passed.

Jackson took over

our family music store

and I guess he's been busy.

Hmm. He's a musician too?

Singer. Life of the party.

Kind of the center of attention

everywhere he goes.

Oh, and slightly competitive.

More competitive than you?

And even you!

So how have you been?

Eh, dead on arrival,

but apart from that,

outstanding.

So what brings you back now?

Well, they named a day after me,

but, you know, I thought

it'd be rude to ghost them,

and I wanted to see

my new bestie.

I wasn't sure

if I was gonna see you again.

It's been months.

Is it?

Brutal time change.

Literally...

Time doesn't exist up there.

Time is... a "here" thing.

[Jackson] G Major!

[gasps]

J Minor!

Ooh-hoo!

- Top of the mornin'.

- Same.

F.Y.I...

We don't say that here.

Noted.

Wait, "we"?

Me, and, uh... other people.

Eamon McCarthy.

Welcome to McCarthy Days. Hey.

Right.

I'll, uh, show myself out.

- Eh.

- Thank you.

I can't believe

you finally made it!

[laughs]

Long trip?

Seven hours from Virginia,

two-hour ferry from Dublin,

what's that...

About, like, 3,415 miles?

But who's counting?

Once you meet everybody,

it'll be worth it.

[ferry horn blows]

This place looks great.

Oh, I can't wait

for you to see where I live,

it's beautiful.

Are we going

straight to your house?

Yeah... I'm back.

Harbor's quiet enough.

Ah, slipped in

without any questions.

When are we meeting?



This is unreal.

Come on.



Have I mentioned "wow" yet?

You might have,

but really,

all the action's at the pub,

but we will hit that after.

Your guest room's upstairs...

a trail down

to the ocean out back.

Ireland, everywhere.

Please tell me

we're fishing while we're here.

Got it just for you,

as long as you don't

make a contest out of it.

Aren't you afraid

of a little rematch?

No, but you should be.

So how's Jen?

I'm... not sure.

It's been a while.

Oh.

Sorry.

But you know...

"plenty of fish in the sea."

Haven't quite gotten my line

back in the water.

A bit of home,

for your new home.

I found it,

cleaning out Dad's stuff.

[gasps] Oh. Look at us.

Dad was the glue, wasn't he?

[Jackson] Mm. Check out

the writing on the back.

"Leave some space in your heart

for the unimaginable."

[chuckles]

That's so Dad.

It so is. And...

[Gethsemane gasps]

"Time to Go."

Apparently, he wrote it,

but never got it recorded.

Well, we should.

No.

[firmly] No!

Life is bound

To have its ups and downs

But there's no doubt

Anything you need

You know you can...

[singing alone]

...count on me

[sighs]

Well, we almost did it.

I haven't really

sang much lately.

Reminds me too much of him.

Is that weird?

There is no wrong way to grieve.

It's only been a year.

Was kind of nice

not being upstaged for once.

Ouch.

You know I love ya.

And if he was here...

he'd definitely make us

start the song over.

And when we'd complain,

he'd say, "Come on."

[both] "What's the best

that could happen?"

[chuckling softly]

[Shannon]

Thank you for this, Siobhan.

If I hear anything,

I'll give you a call.

There they are! Hey!

This... is my kid brother.

35, and I'm still the kid.

Oh, and he's so cute!

Welcome to Ireland.

Thanks.

Hopefully, the, uh,

horror stories about me

haven't been too incriminating.

All good things...

For the most part.

Easy, Siobhan.

[O'Reilly]

Ah! What do we have here?

Jackson!

Jackson...

Inspector O'Reilly

and Griff Kennedy.

Great to finally meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- Same.

I've heard a lot about you both.

Oh, really?

Which one of us more?

Funny guy!

But seriously, which one more?

Yeah, we need to know which one.

Oh, shush!

Okay, drinks!

What're you having?

Ah, already got them?

Uh, actually...

- I got them all.

- What?

[grandly]

Round for the house...

On me!

Hey!

- [clanging]

- [patrons cheering]

[celebratory commotion

continues]

- So, uh...

- Cheers?

No, no, no, no.

Here, we say "slinte."

[overlapping] Slinte.

[Griff] Mm! So what you got

planned while you're here?

[O'Reilly]

Yeah, what do you have planned?

[playing piano]

I love hearing you play.

Well, I miss being heard.

How's it going

with Jackson so far?

[sighs] He's been here,

like, two minutes,

and he's already

more popular than I am.

No offense, but he's stealing

my McCarthy Day's thunder.

Welcome to my world.

[cheering]

[lively laughter and chatter]

[indistinct exchange]

Oh, amazing!

Is it like this every night?

Every night.

Speaking of which,

I have to get going.

[Jackson]

But it's only 7:30.

I have to teach in the morning,

which is why you are staying.

We close up early on a Sunday,

so you've only got

two hours more.

Can I walk you out?

[Gethsemane] I'll allow it.

Have fun.

Behave!

- [Jackson] You too.

- Nice to meet you.



Lovely evening.

[exhales]

It's so peaceful.

"To clear the mind...

watch the skies,"

Dad always said.

Smart man.

Can I, uh, get you a ride home?

I'll walk, but thank you.

I can walk with you,

if you like!

Think you live

on the opposite side of town.

That's right. I do.

- Yes, you're right.

- Good night.

You're right about that.

Are you sure, yeah?

Yep. I'm good.



He's dreamy, isn't he?

Uh, was that a moment

there, between you?

[chuckles]

- [Eamon] I'm sure it is.

- Bye!

Bye!

Ah, it's still happening, is it?

I've ruined it, have I?

I'll see myself out.

[sighs]

Appreciate the pints.

I appreciate the hospitality.

That's some shiner there.

Well, every bit of damage

has a story behind it.

You, uh, you play?

Violin, yeah?

Well spotted.

This... is vintage.

Not for playing.

Vintage?

Can I... have a look?

I run a music shop

back in the States.

What are we talking about?

- [clack]

- Fine. Just a quick peek.

Oh, wow!

This is a beautiful piece.

Say it's older than

the two of us put together.

Little water-damaged.

Like I said...

Every bit of damage

has a story behind it,

but it should sell for enough

that I can retire off the coast.

Might buy myself

a castle up the road.

You're a local?

Yeah, been working abroad

for a few years.

It'd be nice to finally

settle down at home.

Welcome home.

Slinte!

Slinte.

So is there a place around here

to catch some music?

Well, my hotel across the way

has a piano player.

Other than that,

it gets

pretty quiet around here.

[claps shoulder]

Ah, we're losing

another one early?

Yeah, lots of marking to do,

but there's always

tomorrow night.

Hey, if it's like this,

I'm there.

Mm-hmm.

Nice meeting you.

Nice to meet you too.

Good night.

Last man standing.

There a hotel across the road?

The guy forgot his bag.

Hotel Burke, yeah.

Burke...

[piano music plays inside]

[electricity crackles

as piano plays]

[rings bell]

[clerk] Good evening, sir.

My apologies.

Just give me one minute, okay?

I'll be back.



[muffled scream upstairs]



Hey. Hey!



Call the police.

And talk to this gentleman,

Okay? Good.

Thanks for calling.

Can I talk to him quickly?

Sure, just stay in this area

and don't touch anything.

Hi.

You all right?

What happened?

I'm okay.

This guy left his bag

at the pub,

and I came to bring it back,

and then I found him there,

in the hallway.

The k*ller took off.

You saw the k*ller?

Seems like

I'm the only one who did.

Man or woman?

I couldn't really see

in the dark...

They were wearing

this kind of greyish parka,

and they had some type

of billy-club thing.

What else?

When I talked to him in the pub,

he was selling

this pricey vintage violin.

I think the k*ller took it.

Did they see you?

Uh...

If the k*ller knows

you saw them,

it might not be safe for you.



[sighs]

Eamon, if you're listening,

I could really

use your help right now.

I may not be able to help,

but I might know someone

who can.



Briefed him

on the situation beforehand,

but don't know him entirely.

What's "not entirely"?

Like, not to the full extent.

I know what

"not entirely" means!

How do you know he can help us?

[Captain] Because

the man

your brother found dead...

is the same man who m*rder*d me.



Captain MacLachlan.

I'm from Glasgow originally,

but I've been around here

for a few years.

Uh, Gessemmy?

[Eamon] "Gethsemane".

The Scots don't always

enunciate their T's.

Oi...

like the Irish with their T-H's.

Fair comment. Ghost-five?

[whoosh]

[chuckles lightly]

So... you're sure

the guy who k*lled you

was the same one

my brother found dead?

Aye. His name was Ray.

Eh...

I saw him sail into the harbor

this morning on my boat.

A few changes,

but I knew it was mine.

How did Ray get your boat?

Oh, it was a charter

from Cairnryan, Scotland,

to here.

He paid cash up front,

but it, uh, it felt a bit off

the whole time.

I knew he had a bit of a past,

but he said

he turned everything around.

You didn't know him before that?

I knew of him.

Ah, he was a local lad.

He said he'd been

traveling through Europe

for the last few years...

Or so he said, anyway.

And why did he take your boat?

Oh, it stalled

just outside the harbor.

I heard him talking to someone...

A buyer, I think...

Trying to renegotiate a big deal

he had on an old violin.

That must be the same violin

Jackson

was talking about earlier.

Mm.

I heard him say

it was worth 1.3 mill,

and that's why

I alerted the Coast Guard,

and that's why he hit me

over the head

and dumped me in the harbor,

and I've been

stuck here ever since.

Hmph. Been there.

But Ray hasn't been

back here before today?

Mm. Not that I saw, no,

and there's no place

to dock around Dunmullach,

well, apart

from the harbor here.

Do you know

who he was selling to?

Oh, some bloke named Ross,

back then.

I-I'm sorry.

Uh, I-I was wondering.

I've been stuck here

for three months,

a-and I was just wondering...

do you think

you could get a message

to my daughter, Shannon, for me?

Of course.

What do you want me to say?

Well, just tell her

that I wish I'd been

a better father to her

when her mother, Bonnie, died.

I could have

listened more, you know?

And then,

the worst part of all this

is that I never got

to say my last goodbye.

Well, I can tell you

from experience,

she's just as sad,

not getting to say hers.

Anything else?

Aye.

Tell her "I miss M'ulaidh."

M'ulaidh?

It'll mean something to her.

Okay.

Big breath in, slow breath out.

[exhales deeply]

Okay.

Now all I have to do

is find a k*ller's k*ller.

Assuming you're helping?

Mm. Dying to.

Sorry. Sounded wrong

as soon as I said it.

You're free to go.

I'll be in touch.

Now, walk me through

where you were,

when all this was going on.

When the power went out,

I went to check the breaker,

and it was smashed up.

Where's the breaker?

Out back,

near the service entrance.

And are there

any cameras in here?

There's cameras at the desk...

out front, out back...

There's none

at the service entrance,

so that once the power goes,

the cameras go down.

And was there

anything suspicious

when the power was on?

Earlier today,

a woman came in saying

that she was

Mr. Harrison's daughter.

Harrison is the victim?

Ray Harrison,

and she said she locked herself

out of the room,

wanted a key.

We asked her for I.D.

She couldn't give it to us,

so she left.

Okay. Let's have a look?

She knows where the cameras are.

She's hiding her face.

Any better angles?

[clerk]

That's the best we have.

I've also never seen her before.

Oh, that's my Bonnie, all right.

New paint job,

and the registration's

been scratched away,

but that's her.

"Registration"?

Did he have to check in

or something,

when he docked here?

Aye, well, he was supposed to,

but I didn't see

Pierce the Harbormaster around

when Ray arrived in,

and the quay

was mobbed with people.

Well, we'll have to check in

with the Harbormaster then.

Aye. Pierce is a good lad.

He doesn't have much

of a family,

but he's made

something of himself.

An excellent fisherman,

and, uh...

he's been a good friend

to Shannon since I...

well, since I've been gone.

Permission

to go aboard, Captain?

Permission granted.

[boots hit deck]

[gasping]

Who was that?

I did not see their face.

Perhaps, uh...

an accomplice of Ray's?

Or his k*ller.

Ray Harrison

had quite the rap sheet...

Mostly theft,

and a few years

before I got here.

Notice the serial numbers

have been scratched off his g*n.

And he was beat up.

The black eye would be

from earlier in the day,

but the cranial contusions

are more recent,

and likely the cause of death.

Looks like he was hit

from behind.

Any idea what he was hit with?

Shape of the bruising's similar

to the butt of a handgun,

but could be anything.

The interesting part...

I know you're not talking to me,

but I'll bite...

What's interesting?

[Coroner Craig]

The interesting part

are three fresh scratches

on his upper back.

Something ripped

through his sweater into skin.

Well, if he was grabbed

from behind,

with a weapon,

or something sharp

the assailant was wearing...

Possibly.

And from the angle of the wound

and depth of cut,

whoever it was

would have been taller than Ray.

All right, let's go

take a look in the bathroom.

Okay, so...

assailant cuts the hotel power,

makes his way

up that tree out there,

wedges open the window,

gets the jump on Ray

coming into his room...

but why sneak in the window

and leave out the front door?

Maybe Ray wasn't

part of the plan at all.

Maybe this was

a robbery gone wrong.

I don't see a violin out there.



That's him.

Good morning.

You're the Harbormaster?

Pierce. What can I do for you?

There's a boat down there,

docked yesterday.

It belongs to a friend of mine.

Called The Bonnie?

Captain Mac's boat.

Aye, we've been fishing

plenty of times.

He'll know it.

Yes, but it arrived

with someone else.

Ray something?

Did he register?

No registrations yesterday,

but I took the ferry

out of the Isles midday,

stayed overnight,

so might've missed him.

If it's Captain Mac's boat, we...

We need to alert the Garda.

Heading there next.



Looks like the k*ller ran out

the service entrance

and down the back lane.

Anyone get a look at him?

[Eamon] No, but there was

a woman in a hoodie

trying to get

into his room earlier.

- In a hoodie?

- Miss Brown!

Got it!

Mosquito season already?

Smooth.

My brother still here?

No, I sent him home at dawn,

but I'm guessing

you already knew that.

And I'd ask you why you're here,

but I'm guessing

I already know that too.

I was just curious about

a captain that went missing.

Ever find him?

MacLachlan?

Not that I'm aware of.

Didn't his boat go missing too?

I just saw a similar one

in the marina...

unregistered,

and I heard Ray sailed in on,

by himself...

which means...

He... bought a similar boat.

Or stole it.

Okay, I'll go down

and check later.

Well, be careful.

A person in a hoodie

charged me on that boat

and took off running.

What?

Are you okay?

All good.

I heard a similar woman was

trying to get into Ray's room...

Maybe...

the one who

Ray was selling a violin to.

[sighs]

[sighs] This is where

you tell me to get off the case?

No, this is where

I get a couple of Garda

to watch your house.

If Jackson is the only witness

and the m*rder*r knows this,

you're not safe...

Either of ya.



Judging how

you're not going home,

I presume you're retracing

the k*ller's steps?

What, me?

No. Just like the scenic route.

Hmm.

Specifically,

the m*rder scene-ic route, huh?

Oh, strong.

Thanks. Pleased with that one.

- Good one.

- Yeah.

So what are we looking for here?

Anything out of place.

Right.

Well, you're a teacher

talking to a strikingly handsome

dead man,

so everything's

a little out of place.

[sighs]

Jackson and the Captain

both said

Ray was trying to sell

a valuable violin.

Maybe if we find out

who he was selling to,

we might find out

who wants him dead.

There are some local galleries

that deal in vintage pieces.

[twigs snapping]

[rustling]



[snap]

- [snap]

- What are we looking at?

A ripped industrial band

that's out of place.

Could be nothing, but...

"Nothing can always

be something," as they say.

I'll tell O'Reilly it's here.



[Jackson]

So what did you learn?

Okay, out of all of them,

only one local gallery

deals with high-end artefacts

like that violin.

[Jackson] "Ealan Gallery."

Proprietor Rosanna McCoy.

Huh! Little Roz McCoy?

Haven't seen her in decades.

Her dad, Finn,

used to own half this town.

"Rosanna."

Roz... Anna.

We believe that the buyer's

name is "Ross".

Maybe Ray was actually

speaking to... Roz.

[Jackson] "Ealan Gallery

is my last chance to step out

from my father's shadow

to create my own legacy."

She has big shoes to fill.

Mm, just a little pressure

on herself.

Can we add m*rder

to that legacy?

So who's the hoodie suspect?

Roz's frame is similar,

maybe similar to the woman

from the hotel too.

Mm-hmm.

So both could be Roz.

The Harbormaster, Pierce...

his story of being on the Isles

when Ray was m*rder*d

seemed like a cover.

Mm, you think

he's hiding something?

Why do you keep

looking into space,

like there's someone there?

What?

[printer clacks]

I don't know.

Um, maybe we both

need some sleep.

Agreed.

Well, if I didn't have to go

back for last period

and choir practice...

I'll focus on the sleep part.

Good idea.

[sighs]

He knows Dad had

the same supernatural gift,

so let's be careful about the...

I know, the whole

good cop/ghost cop thing...

I know, I know. It's just

he's upstaging me already,

and I think

he's probably taller than me.

I've lived in his shadow

my entire life.

You'll survive.

Any thoughts on Roz's motive?

Her dad, Finn,

fell on hard times...

Had to sell out a load of stuff,

went bankrupt,

so maybe he was

Roz's gallery investor?

He pulled his money out...

she needed to stay afloat,

keep her legacy intact,

meets up with Ray and...

Gets the m*rder discount!

[class bell ringing]

[Gethsemane] Don't forget

to study these compositions.

Next class,

we will be discussing

what makes these Baroque

versus Classical...

and don't forget

what I always say...

"If it's not Baroque,

don't fix it."

[groaning wearily]

[chuckling] Yes.

Ah.

Hey!

Hey.

Headed to practice, Coach?

Uh-huh. First one's today.

Okay, so hurling...

uh, is it more like baseball

or football?

I can explain the...

- Oh?

- the rules to you.

- Yeah!

- Yeah?

Please, yeah, yeah.

There's 15 players to a side.

They use this Hurley

to hit a sliotar

between the goal posts...

Over the crossbar for one point,

under and past the goalkeeper

for three points.

So...

it's not like baseball?

No. Not like baseball.

You really know your stuff.

Ah, yeah,

but we'll see how good I am

at this coaching thing.

You are a great teacher.

I am sure

those skills will carry over.

And since I'm the one

who put you up for the job,

I'm guessing

if you need any help,

you know where to find me.

Thanks.

Okay, I gotta

get to this practice.

Good luck!

Welcome to Ealan.

Do you have an appointment?

I don't, but I would love

a tour with Roz.

I've heard

a lot of great things.

Thank you. Roz.

Gethsemane.

Named after the biblical garden?

You are the first

to ever know that,

and I love your place!

All yours?

First thing

that's just my thing.

So what is yours, Gethsemane?

Anything music-related.

Abstracts are nice,

but something tangible.

Like sculpture?

Or installation?

Artefacts with a story and a...

a little mystery.

I heard someone is selling

a rare violin in town.

They come by?

You must be talking about Ray.

I haven't seen him in years.

I was sorry to hear

of his passing.

[Gethsemane] Oh, I am so sorry!

Were you friends?

He worked here

for a bit, actually,

and no matter what you heard,

he was a nice guy.

I am so sorry for your loss.

I heard the violin

wasn't exactly his to sell,

but I'm okay with that,

so if there's anyone in town

that can track it down for me...

[whispers]

money is not an issue.

I'll look into it myself

and let you know.

Hmm!

[footsteps receding]

Says she hasn't

heard from Ray in years,

but I'm not sure I believe her.

And she said she'd find

a black-market violin, so...

So...

she knows who's selling,

or she took it herself.

Uh-huh.

So where to now?



So you're friends with my dad?

Have you, um...

heard from him?

[sighs] Sort of.

I'm sorry

you have to hear it this way...

but I'm hoping

you can keep a secret?

Okay. What is it?

I have this thing

where I talk to those

who've passed...

like your dad.



My dad's... passed?

You don't have to believe,

but I promised him I'd tell you.

I'm not sure what it means,

but...

he said for me to tell you...

he "misses M'ulaidh."

[quiet gasp]

"My treasure."

How'd you know

he called me that?

Did Pierce tell you?

Your dad told me.

[Gethsemane] On his boat.

We're asking how she got

those cuts on her hands, right?

Shh...

Shannon.

Are your hands okay?

Oh!

[chuckles nervously]

Fine. I just, um...

I just slipped doing some Reno.

Reno?

On this place?

Before I sell it.

Can't really afford it

on my own now.

Ask her if she knows Ray.

Uh, this is a bit random, but...

you know a Ray Harrison?

No.

Why?

No reason.

I hate to say it,

but she does have the same frame

as the hoodie suspect,

and Pierce

could've showed her the boat.

She assumed the worst

and went to Ray's room,

to confront him.

To the hotel?

Let's boogie.



You're sure this is not

the woman who tried

to get into Ray's room?

Positive.

I've never seen her before.

[phone ringing]

Sorry. I just gotta get that.

[ringing]

Shannon still could've

been here that night, though.

[sighs] Agreed.

[piano playing]



But with the power out...

it will be hard

for anyone to see anything.

Right.

[applause]

Thanks. Thank you.

I noticed your laptop

and ring light.

Do you have a site where

I can see more performances?

- I teach music...

- Oh!

and I would love

to show my students.

Oh, yeah, sorry, this is just

a live stream for my parents,

but I-I do

record music sometimes.

What was the song

that you were playing

while the power went out?

Let me see.

Maybe "Molly Malone".

[piano playing on video]



[click]



That's not Roz.

Or Shannon.

[ship's horn blowing]

So you think

this is MacLachlan's, yeah?

Yeah, some small changes,

but I'd say so.

Never thought I'd see it again.

Oh, yeah?

Why is that?

Oh, he'd never part with it,

so I figured

he went down with his ship.

Wouldn't sell it?

[Pierce] Never.



That blood?

Aye. And right

where Ray hit me.

[text alert chimes]

[mutters] You and me both.

- Thank you.

- Cheers.

[hushed] Did you see it?

Specifically?

Power goes out,

suspect walks upstairs,

exits the same way.

Okay...

But when she exits,

she's not carrying a violin.

May be on a boat looking for it?

And why does

she look so familiar?

Because we met her...

[gasps]

[both]

Leading the walking tour.

Mm.

There's no way

my forehead's that big, is it?

That's more like a five-head.

I'm getting them to fix it.

Suppose there's a certain

"Picasso" feel to it, though.

He's teaching your dad and I

some painting

in exchange for music lessons.

Nice fella...

if a little abstract.

Found her.

Hello, Katie Collins.

That family crest... she's Irish.

She's a T.A.

at a university in Belfast.

She teaches

Maritime Archaeology,

Shipwrecks, and Artefacts.

Hmm. A whole

"Indiana Jane" thing.

The dates

on these older pics are...

she was in Dunmullach

three months ago.

Around the time

the Captain was k*lled.

- Who was where?

- [gasping]

Jeepers!

Sorry.

[sighs]

Do you know a "Katie Collins"?

No.

Although, she does look

a little familiar.

A little, how?

I think I might've seen her

on the docks in Cairnryan

before Ray and I

sailed over here.

Mm, I can't be sure, though.

Did you see her talking to him?

No...

but there is something

that I did see,

that I think

you should know about.

What's that?

After that inspector left,

Pierce was very nervous,

so I followed him to his office.

What did you see?

Pierce...

with stacks of money,

and he was stuffing it

into his safe...

More money than

a harbormaster should have.

Do you think

he's involved somehow?

Well, it might be

worth looking into.



A ferry ticket.

He was on the Isles

when Ray died.

Then where's the money from?

[door closes in distance]

- [bell clangs]

- Ahem.

Hey.

Hey!

I was just wondering...

where do I get

one of these bells?

- [chuckling]

- [clanging]

So fun to ring.

Well, you're gonna have

to ask my ex on that.

Anything I can help you with?

Yes. Um...

Have you seen her before,

by chance?

Haven't talked to her,

but she's been around docks

here and there.

"Here and there,"

as in now,

and maybe three months ago?

Yeah, something like that.

Thanks.



[bell clanging]



So Kate has been

following Ray for a while,

which leads to the question...

Is she obsessed with Ray

or the violin?

We thinking she's still in town?

[exhales]

Well, there's...

no pictures at the hotel.

Maybe she's staying with family.

Or Bea's B&B by the Sea.

How'd you get that?

Clover design.

Recognize her work anywhere.

Odds Katie's still at the B&B?

- Run by Bea...

- By the sea.

- And possibly...

- Where we'll find Katie.

Think we just wrote a limerick.

[Captain chuckles]

Well done, us.

[knocking]

Hello!

- Hi, Bea.

- Hi.

I'm the one who called.

I'm Katie's friend.

Oh, yes, yes.

Come on in.

Come on in. Yeah.

So...

you're a friend of Katie's?

Yes. Uh, we haven't

heard from her in a while,

so we were worried.

Well, she has been

safe and sound here.

That's a relief.

Um, I think she was here

a few months back as well.

About that.

Yeah, and you know,

she'll be back any second,

so you are more than welcome

to wait for her

in her room upstairs,

first door on the right.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

Workout gear's

from a boxing gym.

Well... meaning?

[sighs]

If Katie's a trained fighter,

she could've easily

roughed up Ray.

Strong and smart.

Smart enough to plan a m*rder

and almost get away with it?



You're with Ray...

- or with Garda?

- Neither.

I'm a teacher, like you.

School I.D.'s

in my right pocket,

if you want to check.

My brother found Ray... dead.

I'm just trying

to figure this out

to keep him safe.

Listen...

I know

you're not a k*ller.

The cameras have you

at the hotel when he died.

Let me help.

How you tie into this

is how we untangle you.

[sighs]

Don't know why I have

my hands up in the first place.

I've been tracking the violin

for years.

A priceless antique.

How does it fall

into "maritime archaeology"?

Because it was recovered

from a sunk ship.

Hasn't been in my family's hands

for over a hundred years.

Different generations of us

have all tracked it.

It's not about money...

It's about family.

On the tour,

you said that the Titanic

was built in Belfast,

where you teach,

and then it stopped here

in 1909...

This violin

was from the Titanic?

The musicians who played

as the ship sank...

one was

my great-great grandfather.

His violin

was recovered years later,

and has traded hands

on the Black Market ever since.

Ray being the last one

to have it.

I know the Black Market

is dangerous,

so I connected with Ray

and hired him to find it.

Paid some money up front,

and then he went silent,

stopped returning my calls,

so I went looking for him.

And followed him here.

Heard he was up-selling

to a woman he used to work for,

but...

But the Coast Guard

scared him off...

And he went into hiding.

But I heard

he resurfaced around Cairnryan,

and I knew his buyer was here.

Was Roz his only option?

The highest bidder,

and someone who he knew

wouldn't turn him in.

And with Roz's gallery

at the same place

as the Titanic's last stop,

it would have mystique,

so she could

sell it for even more.

When's the last time

you saw Ray?

He went to the gallery

earlier that day,

but left with the violin

and a black eye.

But why didn't Roz buy?

He up the price?

It might've been

the g*n he pulled.

So, if he took her cash

and violin...

That gives Roz reason

to go to the hotel to get even.

I didn't see her there,

but when I went up to his room

to finally confront him,

someone else

was doing the same thing.

I heard a man inside, yelling,

"Put the g*n down!"

Why didn't you call Garda?

I didn't want

to become a suspect,

and I knew if I said anything

about the violin,

it'd go into evidence for years.

Well, your family

deserve to have it back.

When I find it,

none of you will ever

have to hear from me again.

I'm sorry your brother

was wrapped up in this.



Can I ask why, all of a sudden,

you came into town?

Dad's shop closed down.

What?

No one's

buying instruments anymore,

and even fewer

are taking lessons.

He was too much in debt.

I have been burning through

all of my savings

just to try to keep it going,

but I had to sell.

Is there anything

I can do to help?

Everything that could be done

has been.

Losing Dad's shop is like

losing him all over again.

I'm sorry that I messed it up.

It is not your fault.

I am so sorry

that happened to you.

I'll survive.

That's why I came out here.

Just needed to connect

with some family.

You're the most like him,

you know?

It's kind of like

he's here, in a way.

In reality, I'm stuck between...

jobs,

between relationships,

between everything.

It feels like my line

is dead in the water.

You will get a bite.

I know it.

[footsteps on gravel]

Hey, Shannon.

Any advice from a local?

Well, you're not gonna

catch anything with that hook.

Here.

Try one of my dad's trebles.

He, uh, made this himself.

[Eamon]

What are we looking at?

A ripped industrial band

that's out of place.



Hey, what are

those black bands for?

Oh... heh.

Not a lot, at the moment.

Try this.



What?

Nothing...

just something that puts Shannon

near the scene of the crime.



[piano playing]



You're gonna get me in trouble.

I've been meaning to ask,

so what if anyone

finds out about me?

Growing up,

everyone looked

at my dad as weird

because of his gift.

When the neighborhood kids

found out,

I was odd by association.

Everyone kept their distance.

Mm-hmm, I hear you,

but Jackson's family, right?

I don't want to risk it.

Fair enough.

By the way,

when you two were fishing today,

I went down

to the Garda station.

And?

Coroner determined

that a chemical compound

on Ray's lip

turned out to be remnants

of lipstick, so...

"kiss of death," you might say.

Which means, presumably,

our k*ller is female.

Or...

just that he was intimate

with someone

around the time he died.

Could be Shannon, Katie.

He and Roz were friends

at one point.

Mm, maybe more

than just friends.

So maybe a crime with passion.

Well done.

Thanks.

Loving your dad's piece,

by the way.

Come on, give it a go.

[begins playing]



[continues same chord]

And...



Life is bound to have

Its ups and downs

But there's no doubt

Anything you need

[together]

You know

[Eamon joins in]

You can count on me

I'm by your side now

And always

I'm by your side now

And always



[laughs]



[knocking]

Hey!

How was your first practice?

Uh, not so great.

Yeah, lots of enthusiasm,

but... yeah.

What was the problem?

I don't know

how to get them to...

play as a team,

to communicate with each other.

Every kid's just running around

doing their own thing.

[sighs]

I'm a math teacher,

and that's

a pretty individual thing,

and I don't... I don't know

if I even know

how to get them to...

How to turn your soloists

into an ensemble?

Yeah, if we're committing

to a music metaphor,

then, yeah, sure.

Maybe I can help.

What? How?

[begins ticking]

You stand here.

[chuckles]

Okay.

- [metronome ticking]

- Now...

give me that...

[ticking]

and close your eyes.

Just... close your eyes.

Everything has a rhythm.

You...

just have to help your kids

find the same rhythm as a team.

Okay?

Mm-hmm.

You can't see me...

and...

I can't see you,

but your ears and your brain

are good at judging distance.

You know where I am, 'kay?

But if you listen...

[ticking]

the rhythm,

it'll tell you

exactly when to catch.

I hope so.

One, two, three, four...

one, two, three, four...

one, two, three, four...

one, two, three, four...

one, two, three, four...

one, two, three, four...

one, two, three, f...

Huh?

I think this could be

very useful, yeah.

[laughs]

So...

take this to practice

and get your team

all on the same beat.

I'm gonna

owe you one after this.

Better get to practice, Coach.

Right.

Practice...

practice!

Thank you.

"One, two, three, four...

one, two, three, four."

It still feels like

there's something we're missing.

Hmm... like?

With the lipstick on Ray,

there's a possibility

of a crime of passion.

Yeah, but as you said,

that doesn't necessarily

make them the k*ller.

All other motives

pointed towards money, right?

True.

So, if not for revenge,

Shannon was

having money issues...

selling the Captain's house.

And Roz needed money

for her gallery.

And where did

all of Pierce's cash come from?

I know a lot of people

on the docks

have other stuff going on

to make ends meet.

The whole town is struggling...

Not just Shannon and Roz.

So let's check back in with Roz

and see if she found

the violin for us.

Maybe she'll slip up,

with a little more pressure.

Mm. I like it.

Ms. Brown.

Great to see you again.

Great to be back.

I was just wondering

if you had any luck

with the violin.

I'm still working on it,

though I do have other pieces

in the meantime.

[Gethsemane]

Guessing, with Ray's passing,

it's harder to find?

[Roz] I do hope

they find who did it.

Ah, apparently...

there was

an argument before he died.

[Gethsemane]

Stealing from the gallery?

[Roz]

Yes, but what's past is past.

Business is doing just fine now.

Found some cash.

Yeah, good.

I'm telling you,

there were stacks of cash.

Where does the security guard

get a briefcase with millions?

That Doran fella

could definitely

take out Ray by himself.

Maybe he brought Roz the violin,

and she's already sold it.

There's no way to know

that cash came from the...

Business for Roz

definitely got better

without Ray around.

So are we thinking Roz and Doran

are in on it together?

I'll check in with O'Reilly.



[chuckles awkwardly]

Sorry to disturb you off-shift.

You never disturb me...

per se.

Oh. Um...

I am here

because you don't want me

interfering with suspects.

But...?

Tea?

Ahem.

But...

I was passing by

the Ealan Gallery

on my way home...

You know, just... just perusing.

Oh, "perusing".

There's a word

you don't hear these days.

I'm bringing it back.

[chuckles]

So I'm perusing...

and happened to see

maybe...

a few million dollars in cash

in Roz's office.

Can I interest

either of you lovelies

in the dinner specials?

We are okay for now.

I'll be back.

You were saying?

I get that people

still use cash,

but that much?

I looked up her security guy,

Doran Walsh,

and he's been...

Arrested in the past

for theft, fraud,

and trafficking stolen goods,

just like Ray.

So, with the missing violin,

you think

that the two of them k*lled Ray,

sold the violin...

Not that we're talking

about the case, but...

You're good at this.

I do have my moments.

Did you know

that the Collins family

offered up a big reward

for the return of the violin?

So maybe

Roz and Doran collected it,

though...

Katie would know

about the reward too.

Maybe her motive

isn't just family.

Maybe... it's financial.

You're good at this.

I do have my moments.

This look familiar, by chance?

Found it on the trail

the k*ller took off on.

Some kind of...

big rubber band?

Shannon had one too.

I haven't seen it before.

Chef had these left over.

Thought you might want them.

Enjoy!

Needless to say,

you should check out

what's going on at the gallery.

Also needless to say...

Stay off the case?

I was gonna say it was nice

almost not talking

about the case for once.

We should...

not talk about it more often.

We should.



[whistles]

What do you think

we'll get for that?

Two... perhaps three.

Really?

[clattering]



[banging]

Seems like I have

a debt to settle.

Ha!

Metronome got the team on tempo?

Completely.

I think we might have a chance

against Munster next week.

Glad to hear it.

And, I was thinking...

since I now

officially owe you one...

"Officially."

Officially...

I'd like to pay you back

with dinner.

Hmm!

Where?

I was thinking...

homemade?

Music's your art...

Cooking's mine.

How about tonight?

Sounds good.

[quietly] All right.

Never got why Scots

spell "whiskey" without the "E".

Because we streamlined it,

the same way

we only distil it twice,

compared to your three times.

But three times

is because we refine it.

[scoffs] "Refined."

Also forgot to ask...

What's your thing?

"Thing"?

While in limbo,

ghosts can't affect

the physical world,

except for one thing

of great importance to us.

Mine's piano keys.

What's yours?

Why don't you

try pushing the boat?

[whoosh]

Okay, so it's not the boat.

What's going on?

Oh, i-it's Shannon.

She's on the boat, below decks.

She hasn't left all night.

I was hoping

you could talk to her.

Of course.

Um, hey...

does this look familiar?

I saw it outside the hotel.

Shannon had one too.

Uh, black band, long...

oh, aye!

That's a sh**ting apparatus,

from a spear g*n, for fishing.

Oh, those bands break

quite frequently.

Any spearfisher

would have several of them.

Hey, everything okay?

[grunts]

The Garda left a complete mess.

Is there any way I can help?

Did you really see my dad?

Tell her

I hate to see her so sad.

I just want her

to have a new life...

to make something for herself.

Yes.

He says not

to see his passing as an end,

but a beginning...

of a new chapter...

The story of you.

That's much better

than the way I put it.

She's good.

Is there anything else

you'd like to say to him?

I don't know.

I've been thinking back...

to before Mum died.

I could barely walk,

but he always let me

steer the ship.

He taught me

the ocean was life.

One of the last things

he said before he left was,

"On a day the wind is perfect... "

[overlapping] "...the sail

just needs to open,

and the world is full."

Tell him I love him.

You just did.



[engine rumbles]

[shuts engine off]

You all right, Shannon?

Yeah, I'm good.

Do you want to give me

a ride home?

Sure.

Um, before you go,

do any of these people

look familiar?

Um...

Pierce,

you know that guy, right?

Doran... something.

Yeah, I-I've caught him

without proper

fishing equipment permits,

but other than that,

I only know him by reputation.

"Reputation"?

He's a fighter.

And now a suspect?

Not sure yet.

What about her?

Yeah, I've seen them

together down here.

Together...

like business partners?

More than that.

Were they here the day Ray died?

I don't know.

I wasn't, myself.

Shannon?

Shannon was with me...

on the Isles.

[seagull crying]



[Gethsemane] You mentioned

Doran didn't have permits

for proper gear.

Was that gear

a spear g*n, by chance?

I know people fish with them.

Yeah, it was.

How'd you know?

I saw him

with one the other day.

Ah. Okay.

Be careful around him.

Need a lift uptown?

I'm good, thanks.

[engine starts]



I have a question.

Was Shannon cleaning up evidence

Garda might have missed?

You stole my question.

And Pierce

was definitely covering.

She wasn't on the Isles.

You could see it in her eyes.

Not to mention the band

and spear g*n connection.

Now my question...

If Roz and Doran are a couple,

and Ray has her lipstick

on his lips,

do we add jealousy

to Doran's motive?

You stole my question.



Ah-hah!

Now, I only saw

the bottom of it, but...

I'm pretty sure this is it.

So the k*ller had a weapon,

but didn't use it,

and Katie heard a voice say,

"Put the g*n down."

Maybe Ray

was held at spear point?

Wow. How'd you figure

all that out?

[knocking]

I'll get it!

Your date, I presume?

[sighs] It is not a date.

Don't be weird.

It's my job to be weird.

[Griff] Jackson!

Good to see you.

Oh...

I think I overbought.

- Oh!

- Oh...

Nice catch.

I'm gonna go get some air...

give you two some space...

But I'll be back!

Okay, Dad.

[Griff chuckles]



Okay.

You've got some food game.

Thanks.

Mm.

It's been a while

since I've been able to...

make a proper meal for two.

Yeah. I know the feeling.

Your ex... she still around?

No.

I followed her here,

and then I fell in love

with the place,

the people.

She eventually left,

and I just decided to stay.

I'm glad you did.

Me too.

What got you into math?

Pythagoras.

A-squared plus B-squared?

You got it.

I'm not sure

how I remember that.

Well, we remember

the important things.

You know, sometimes,

the little things too...

Like how Pythagoras said

that there's geometry

in the strumming of strings,

music in

the spacing of spheres...



that virtue...

is...

harmony.



The case!

It was Roz's lipstick.

[gasps]

- I'm sorry.

- No, no.

No, you keep doing

what you're doing.

I'll set the table.

You were saying...

Right before

you ruined a perfect moment?

Maybe Roz k*lled Ray

before he could get back

the Black Market

business in town,

or Doran did it

out of jealousy...

Either way, we've got

to stake out that gallery.

- [door creaks]

- Something smells good!

[door thuds]

[whimpering sigh] Oh...

I like him.

Interesting.

A win for Team Griff.

Oh, shush, you two.

I mean... you.

I believed Dad.

I'll believe you too.

[begins playing piano]

I knew it.

Have you seen Dad?

No.

But he's watching over us.

He's so proud.

I'm a little jealous

that he didn't

pass it down to me,

but I'm glad you got his gift.

[chuckles]

Jackson...

meet Eamon McCarthy,

the late composer.

Pleasure.

- [whacks keys]

- Sorry!

Couldn't resist.

- Nice fellow.

- Mm-hmm.

What?

I felt someone watching

for a second.

All I'm seeing is him.



[Roz]

This is important.

I want to play this properly.

I don't want

any of this going wrong.

If this goes wrong,

we could lose millions.

Doran, it's under control.

They have nothing

that connects us with Ray.

You know that's not true.

It's only a matter of time

before they find

everything else.

So?

So we get rid of the cop, yeah?

And that lady

who brought him here.

- You can't do that.

- Let's get out of here.

That would not be possible

for you to be able to do that.

[conversation continues,

indistinct]

[thudding]



The coast is clear.

[exhales deeply]

That was only

a little horrifying.

[branches rustling]

What's going on in

that beautiful mind of yours?

- Besides that death threat?

- Yeah, besides that.

If Roz went to meet Ray...

Doran's either protecting her

because she did

actually k*ll him,

or because he's in on it too,

and if Roz and Ray had a past...

And Doran's

a known fighter...

probably where Ray's got

his black eye from.

[Eamon]

Most importantly...

they have

the violin in there.

Fairly incriminating.



Don't know what you're asking,

Inspector.

If I had seen Ray arrive

on the Captain's boat,

I would've called you

right away.

The Harbormaster has a duty

to register all boats

that moor here

in Dunmullach Harbor.

Now, you don't look like

the type of fella

to falter in those duties,

not without good reason.

So tell me...

How much money will we find

in that safe

if I were to get you

to open it for me right now?

The day he died...

Ray docked early.

Ah.

I was on my way out

to the Isles.

I hadn't seen the boat

he came in on...

I didn't know

it was the Captain's.

He offered me a stack of cash

to keep his ship off-record.

And so you took the cash?

But you've been paid to keep

people off the books before...

Not just by Ray.

Who else?

Roz and Doran get shipments

that are not quite...

on the legal side of things.

For the gallery?

Would you be willing

to testify to this?

If you can testify

to these other crimes,

I'm pretty sure I can get

the judge to cut you a deal.

Whatever makes it right.

Hmm... so where are we now?

Roz and Doran still

at the top of the suspect list,

but the truth is,

any one of them

could have done it.

[phone rings]

- Hey!

- Gethsemane?

I got your message.

I'm already at the gallery.

Be careful.

They want us both gone.

Yeah, but if the violin

is where you said it is,

this ends now.



Inspector.



Ah!

[Doran]

I didn't do anything!

Those are

some very bruised knuckles.

Stay where you are.

[Doran grunting]

Did you get in

a little fight lately, huh?

Is that what

you're here for, is it?

Stay where you are.

Get up, get up.

- Sit down.

- [cries out]

I'm more interested

in your payoffs

to bring in shipments

down at the marina.

No idea

what you're talking about.

Where's the violin?

Good question.

What violin?

The same one Ray had

when he came by

and you gave him a black eye.

Now...

it's jail for as*ault

or for m*rder...

It's all in

your own very bruised hands,

so you make the right choice...

for Roz.

Ray invited her

to his hotel room,

but she said

it wasn't anything romantic.

She went, came back,

and that's it...

Ask her yourself!

She'll tell you the same thing.

[banging]

[thudding]

Oh, Katie.

So where are we...

Or, you...

with everything?

I know, this is your deal.

I don't know if I'm overthinking

or under-thinking it.

So, maybe back to basics?

Motives?

Roz.

An artefact deal gone bad.

Doran?

A part of that deal,

or k*lling out of jealousy?

Pierce?

He wasn't in town...

but he's covering for Shannon,

who probably was,

and she needed cash

to save her house.

So Shannon's...

money or revenge.

What about Katie?

Definitely obsessed

with this violin,

either for family or its value.

Well, her obsession

has paid off.

She's got the violin in hand.

What?

Oh, well, I can't catch a fish,

let alone a k*ller.

That's your deal.

Go ahead, talk to piano man.

Piano man?

I'm a composer. Huh!

Okay, so for Katie,

it's about family,

about getting something back

that belongs to them,

even if there was a reward,

but still,

something isn't sitting right.

Like what?

Like the bigger picture.

The violin just being there

in the gallery was too easy.

We thought

Roz and Doran sold it,

but they didn't.

So why were they hiding it

back there?

Maybe they didn't think

you'd be back there,

snooping around.

Or maybe...

it was planted!

By who? Why?

By someone

who knew we were close.

I can't see Katie

finally getting the violin

and giving it up.

She'd be on the first boat

out of town right now.

Exactly what she's doing.

I got it!

These treble hooks really work.

[Eamon] Yep, that Captain's

a smart fella.

Got it!

Got what?

The bigger picture.

Where are you going?

Have to go see a friend.

Inspector?

Listen to this...!

Captain! I figured it out.

I know who k*lled your k*ller.

So do I, lassie, and I'm sorry.

[gasps]

Don't you dare!

I know what you did, Pierce,

and so do the Garda.

What do you think you know?

- You lied.

- Down to the boat!

Go. Be quiet.

[gate squeals]

[creaking]

You were here

when Ray sailed in that day.

Maybe he even paid you

to keep

a stolen boat off the books.

Then you realized

it wasn't his...

it was the Captain's.

You wanted revenge,

so you followed him...

eventually,

to the Hotel Burke,

waiting for your moment

to get him alone.

You cut the power,

so that you couldn't

show up on any cameras...

and so that

Ray couldn't see you

waiting for him

when he comes back.

I didn't go for revenge,

I went for a confession,

and out of love for Shannon.

He had a g*n.

He breaks free,

and the hooks in your pocket

leave the small marks

on his back.

Katie was outside,

and she heard the altercation.

You turn the tables on Ray...

hitting him so hard

the spear g*n band breaks.

So you run out the back exit...

just as my brother arrived,

and so, to cover your tracks,

you make it about the violin...

A deal gone bad.

And to steer

the investigation away from you,

you plant the violin

at the gallery.

That's a nice story,

but I wasn't even in town

when Ray died.

[sighs]

And I'd believe you,

if it weren't for

the ferry parking stub

in between your dash

and windshield.

But the time on the stub...

was an hour

after the ferry left.

Meaning?

After k*lling Ray...

you needed an alibi.

I'm guessing you bought

some passenger's ticket

as proof you were on the Isles.

Time to go.

Why, Pierce?

Captain was the dad

a lot of us down here never had.

He didn't deserve

to go out like that.

Well, then, make it right

for him and for Shannon.

I wish I could.

Stop!

[whoosh]

[Pierce] Shannon!

What just happened?

I think the Captain

just found his one thing.

[sirens wailing]

I'm sorry.



[exhales deeply]



Are you really here?

I never left, M'ulaidh.

I've missed you.

And I've missed you the most...

but every time you smile,

that glint in your eye...

That's me.

And the way

you question everything,

that's me.

And the way

you look on every new day

as another chance

to chase down your dreams...

That's me.

You are me...

and I am you...

always know that.

Don't go.

Please.

Not everybody gets a chance

to say their last goodbye...

let's count our blessings.



[Captain exhales]



Now we can cry.

Let's.



Make sure you take a look

at that photo album again.

Why is that?

Yeah, there was Dad

and the music and the piano,

but we were always

gathered around you.

[chuckles]

It was nice getting

a second chance

to know you again, J Minor.

You too, G Major.

Say goodbye to piano man for me.



Don't know why I'm waving,

but it kind of feels right.

You want to catch

a hurling match?

I'm thinking Griff's team

could pull off a win.

Eh, I should probably

head back up,

but I was thinking

maybe you could...

keep my statue

just the way it is.

Oh, really?

Yeah, there's a certain beauty

in imperfection.

You're perfectly imperfect

and I love you for it.

Love you most.

And it was nice seeing Shannon

getting to say her goodbye.

It even gave me

a little closure.

Hmm.

On that note,

your dad wanted me to tell you

that the meaning of life

is to find your gift...

and the purpose of life

is to give it away.

And that gift is why

you were put here,

right here and right now,

and if you ever doubt yourself,

just ask...

"What's the best

that could happen?"

Until we meet again...

my friend.

[Celtic fiddle theme rises]