Irish Blood

- There she is. - Dad!

So, how's she cuttin', darling?

Pure shittily at the moment.

I wouldn't blame ya...

...for going back home, forgettin' all about me.

Forget you?

30 years...

I haven't been able to forget you.

Even when I wanted to.

I couldn't.

And I never give up.

That's my girl.

But I don't know what to do next.

What you see isn't necessarily what's real.

I wish this was real.

Ah, but it is.

Would you like me to prove it?

Yes.

Hi!

Yes! Two bars.

It's so fucking beautiful here.

It's the most gorgeous place on earth.

And there's all this dark shit happening right underneath.

Fiona, let's get you home.

I've been reading some of Una's Irish mythology books.

They're basically horror stories.

Screaming women announcing deaths.

Blood suckers.

Three-headed monsters laying the country to waste.

And while us naive Americans,

we think leprechauns are these little cute

cartoon characters on cereal boxes.

But they will literally murder anyone

who gets near their pot of gold.

Yeah.

I mean, what the hell is wrong with this place?

Why didn't you stay in England?

Well, some people

go all the way west in America to find their fortune.

I only had to pop over to Ireland.

I opened my gym. Got my life in order.

And now... it's home.

Thank you.

I'm gonna find this scum bastard--

And do what, Finn?

I mean, he's threatened to kill Fiona.

And he might come back and finish the job with you

and then I'd have two dead sons!

Declan never should have involved you in this!

But he did.

Have you any idea who it was?

It was the same guy that attacked me in my hotel room.

Well, we'll call the Gardaí, get them to pull some mugshots--

But it was in the middle of the night,

and he was wearing a balaclava.

Then how do you know it was the same man?

He had a very distinctive scar

on his right hand like he'd been burned.

Enough is enough.

Una?

It's alright.

Una?

Una, what are you doing?

My brother was an asshole!

Putting you in danger with that bloody briefcase.

You need to get rid of it, where is it?

It's not here. It's somewhere safe.

What are you doing?

This isn't some game, Fiona!

It's not some come to Ireland

and solve a mystery bloody paperback!

That man could've killed you!

I know.

Well, then please, Jesus, please will you stop...

...exposing yourself to this kind of danger?

And miss the chance--

The chance? What chance? The chance to what?

To-to die an early death?

Like Declan?

They stole him from me and from my mom!

From your mom!

What else could they do, really?

A lot more.

Then let them try.

My dearest Fiona,

I want you to know that I've watched your career from afar.

Google alerts are marvelous things.

The successful lawyer that you've become

is because you're a fighter.

And you have the special ability

to be able to see beyond the obvious.

That's your superpower.

Garda Doherty speaking.

Róisín, are you busy?

Patsy Burgess, small potatoes.

People doing the abducting, generally,

are not the ones calling the shots.

Close.

Patsy would be more likely to auction you off

to the highest bidder, than he would

to put a cattle bolt in your head.

No, we are looking for

our very own Marlo Stanfield.

Who's that?

Head of the Baltimore drug trade in The Wire.

You really love your TV.

Dad...

...which of these things screams,

choose me and I'll lead you to Wicklow's nastiest crime lord?

Well, nastiest, there's a couple.

We have the... Scarrows.

The Cartys...

...and the McIntyres.

McIntyre. That sounds familiar.

Yeah, well, every Irish name sounds familiar,

especially the ones that begin with Mc, or O.

Why is there is a boxing glove in this briefcase?

Well, ya ever seen a boxing glove with holes in it?

No! It's for MMA.

Mixed Martial Arts.

I know what MMA is...

Well, you didn't know what boxing gloves are--

I know what boxing gloves are.

Oh, there's this in here.

Woah. What's this?

Jesus, it's hard as a rock.

Plaster of Paris will do that.

Are there any unsanctioned MMA fights here in Wicklow?

There are, and...

Holy hell, Caoimhin McIntyre.

Of course! He-

An MMA fighter, from the wrong side of Wicklow harbor.

He sanctions a heap of them.

The McIntyres, they have their fingers in everything,

not just illegal gambling.

They are...

...real bad characters.

Okay? So can you get me the address of this

Cow-i-minh...

McIntyre?

- Caoimhin. - Quee-vee.

Caoimhin! Jesus!

Was last night not enough of an adrenaline rush for ya?

What do you wanna do?

Walk up to his house, ring his bell,

say, "Hey, wouldn't happen to know anything

about the murder of my dad, would you?"

How do I get face-time with him then?

That does depend, actually.

How good are you at poker?

King of Spades.

Now the last card is...

...the King of Spades.

Do you call or raise?

I raise 10.

And I fold.

What? Why?

Why?

Because you, young lady... have no poker face.

- But I have a great hand. - Indeed.

But here's the thing, Fiona.

You know the rules of the game.

Now you need to learn the unwritten rules.

Numero uno

is read the other players.

I read ya like a book.

So I folded.

Well, that's not fair.

The sooner you learn that it's not what people say or do,

but what they're hiding...

...you'll be unstoppable.

Is the Gráinne Mhaol on Lonely Planet's Best of Ireland list?

What are you doing here?

I am here, madame, to play poker.

I picture you at a casino,

wearing a white tuxedo jacket,

sipping a martini.

James O'Bond?

No. Far too many pesky rules and regulations

when it comes to legal gambling in this country.

And you?

Oh, I'm here to play poker.

Oh, really? Hmm.

How do ya handle a bad beat?

I'm out.

I'll bet 10.

I see your 10. I raise 10 more.

Hmm, have a good hand there?

Wouldn't be betting on it now if I wasn't, would I?

So, remember...

...keep your cards close.

But your face even closer.

So, Cow-mhin--

- Caoimhin. - Right.

I hear you're a pretty talented fighter.

Yeah, who'd you hear that from?

Declan Murphy.

Happy as Larry, that Declan was.

Never struck me as the suicidal type, you know?

What do you think happened to him?