Haunted Harmony Mysteries: Murder in G Major

You good back there?

Cozy.

But really, I don't mind sitting up front.

Oh, no.

Royalty always sits in the back.

And royalty, it's...

it's a bit of a stretch.

I teach music.

You win "All-County" for us,

you'll be trading out the house for a castle in no time.

Aye, welcome to Ireland.

Small roads, big hearts.

Get-- Get-says-me?

Close.

Mispronounced my entire life.

It's Gethsemane.

Geth-same-as-nee?

Perfect.

Has he got it in?

There he goes...

Don't all applaud at once.

...and he finishes in the end.

Beautiful!

Story of my life. Take what I can get.

Do what you gotta do, lads, and get it done!

It was a mile offside.

You still good back there?

Probably just a little jetlagged, and...

with the time change.

What time is it back in Virginia?

You've done your research.

Small town, big gossip.

And what exactly are they saying about me?

You graduated top of class at Stellenbosch,

and you're the conductor

who's going to finally put our town on the map.

Really? They're saying that?

Mm-hmm.

St. Brendan's will be lucky to have ya.

Ah, you know me, Doc.

I'm just tryin' to live my best afterlife.

No alarm clocks, no bills.

Oh, never weighed less.

You see?

But I have to say,

if I'd known

this was going to be my permanent ghostly outfit,

I might have chosen a suit, you know?

Or a nice comfy pair of shoes.

Even then, my lovely Orla's up there somewhere,

and I'm stuck down here,

a soul without a soulmate,

with no one to see or hear me.

See?

Wow.

My Uncle Eamon left it to me,

and I've kept it just the way he had it.

Now, some of the guests

seem to really like the Eamon McCarthy aesthetic.

Wait...

your uncle is Eamon McCarthy?

You're a fan?

Who isn't?

Study any of the great Celts,

he tops every composer's list.

His song "Will You Be There?"...

...it's helped me through a lot of hard times.

Me too.

When the school set up the house,

I had no idea it was going to be the house of a legend...

...let alone two!

Orla's poems, lyrics equally unmatched.

Each other's muse, I heard.

Yeah. Well, such a tragic accident.

Accident?

Don't believe the press, all right?

Eamon would never push the love of his life

off any cliff,

and when the wind tragically swept her away,

a part of him went with her,

couldn't bear to live without her.

But I'd read--

And they took me in when my mother passed,

like second parents,

so I chose to believe the best.

I get it.

You know, some guests

swear they've heard Eamon's piano playing at night,

not to scare you.

It doesn't.

Well, you don't believe in ghosts?

Well, I believe some people do.

To each their own, right?

Well, fair enough.

I like to think of them as Heathcliff and Catherine,

out there wandering over the moors.

Emily Bronte.

All right.

So you're a romantic, then?

Was.

I'm romantically impaired at the moment.

Sorry to hear it.

So, my full-time job is property maintenance,

so if you need anything,

just ring,

and I have an extra key if you get locked out.

Any questions?

Wasn't there supposed to be a car?

The school said transportation provided.

Orla's own.

Got her into town every day in less than 20 minutes.

It's not exactly a car.

Yeah, but think of what you'll save on gas, hmm?

No, Uncle Eamon's car was recently stolen,

so until insurance comes through...

Oh, so I should keep my things locked up, then?

Better safe than sorry.

All right,

I haven't really ridden a bike in a while,

but I hear it's a lot like riding a bike.

Oh, a bell.

Gethsemane Brown?

Yes.

That is exactly how you say it.

I'm Inspector O'Reilly.

Come in.

You said someone was maybe in your house.

Maybe.

I was, uh, I was sleeping,

and, uh, but woke up hearing these four notes.

Came down, nothing here,

then the piano lid just slammed on its own,

and then there was someone out there.

Unnerving, for sure.

I had a little look around outside

and there's no trace of anyone.

The ground's fairly soft,

but not a single footprint besides my own.

Okay, but what about the piano?

Hammers get stuck sometimes,

shake loose when the humidity changes.

Okay, well, maybe you're right.

I just keep hearing all about Eamon and Orla

and the whole accident thing,

and it must have got stuck in my head.

Accident?

If you're uncomfortable,

I can recommend a hotel or a-- a B&B.

No, I'll stay.

Maybe I just need some air.

I'll join you,

give a gander around the property.

"Gander".

Not many people are really using that anymore.

I'm bringing it back.

This is just beautiful.

I know. It really is.

So what do you think happened between Eamon and Orla?

It's not really my place to say.

I mean, just the basics.

It just feels like

I haven't gotten the whole story.

Well, it was before I took a post here,

but around 9:00 p.m., Eamon finishes his recital.

A Garda, what we call a cop over here,

pulls him over around 10:00 p.m...

Next day, they're both found deceased.

You think he pushed Orla over these cliffs

and then poisoned himself?

That's what the official report says.

A fairly dark subject for such a stunning view.

That it is.

I might not have been talking about the sunrise.

Huh?

Oh.

I see what you did there.

Sorry, I'm a bit out of practice.

Well, thank you, Inspector.

For the compliment?

Thank you for coming here and making me feel better.

Right.

I really should go get ready for class.

Okay.

Oh, yeah. Nice one.

Really smooth.

Wow.

Our donors are especially excited to have you.

Uh, Liam Byrne,

one of our main donors,

is a choir alumni

who lost to Bishopstown every year.

He's hoping to live vicariously

through his son Rian's first win.

I see.

No pressure, though.

None.

Now.

Ladies and gentlemen of the choir,

positions, please.

It is my extreme pleasure to introduce to you Miss Brown.