Irish Blood

Who's there?

Breakfast in bed, comin' up.

I got you...

an oat milk cappuccino and a latte.

Didn't know which one you preferred.

And I found this amazing bakery.

I got you a croissant and a "un pain...

ping chocolate."

You didn't have to go to all this trouble.

Ah, no trouble at all.

And, I also thought, if you wanted,

we could check out that waterfall I told you about.

Turns out, though,

it's the second tallest in Ireland.

Go to sleep, Mom.

It's the middle of the night there.

Sorry. What were you saying?

Road trip to a waterfall?

Oh, I should probably get some work done.

Mrs. Westmiller is expecting the latest draft

of her divorce settlement.

Oh, no worries. I...

I got stuff I gotta do, myself.

Yeah...

Oh, my god. She's incessant.

If I don't answer her immediately,

she automatically assumes I've been murdered.

In all fairness, Fiona, you've had a few close calls.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Oh... it's Tess.

Oh, shit!

What?

- She's coming! - Your assistant?

No, my mom.

And she's landing in an hour.

Well, let me drive you to the airport then.

I'd love to meet your mum.

Trust me, you do not want to get trapped

in a car with her after an overnight flight.

Bad idea.

Thank you so much!

Flight 101-7 to...

Ah! Finally heading back to the glamour of LA, are we?

Nah, I'm not quite ready

to swap Wicklow for Bel Air.

Do I detect an Irish conversion taking hold?

You wouldn't be the first to succumb to the charms

of the Lands of Saints and Scholars.

Saints, scholars... rascals, and rogues.

Touché.

Or rather...

I'm just...

I'm looking for the arrivals?

Traverse the corridor of costly temptations,

turn left at the cauldron where the dark beans brew,

you'll arrive at the isle of empty calories.

I'm sorry, I'm in a little bit of a hurry...

It's right there.

Thank you.

Passenger

please report to gate.

Mom!

Hi. - Oh, Fiona Margaret!

Oh, my girl.

Oh, I've been worried sick!

I was just tormented by the thought of you dead in some bog.

Don't knock it.

Some bog people remain perfectly preserved

even after centuries.

Who needs Botox?

No, you don't get to wave this off with some joke.

Tess told me what happened, and...

I mean, what was I supposed to do?

Well, I can think of a few steps

before flying across the world.

Completely irrational, right?

Dropping everything, jumping on a plane,

hurtling here on a whim!

Okay, okay. You've made your point.

I'm here.

Oh, my gosh.

I'm really here.

You are. Welcome to Ireland.

Aww.

It's gorgeous.

It is, isn't it?

It's like something out of a storybook,

like there should be a pot of gold hidden somewhere nearby.

The beds are made of straw,

so temper your excitement.

Oh, dammit.

Mom...

Oh, sorry. It's just...

After your dad left...

I used to... lie awake late at night, wondering, you know,

what if we found him?

And what if we all moved in together,

and it was somewhere just like this.

I know.

Come on. I'm gonna show you inside.

What'd you put in here?

Sweaters.

Oh, wow!

Fiona, this has so much potential!

Maybe wallpaper?

I'm thinking, like a pretty stripe

or a big floral, and loads of plants...

Oh, bookshelves!

Floor to ceiling and a cozy spot to curl up and read.

Hmm, it sounds like you're moving in.

Oh, we could build a greenhouse off a kitchen and have...

Fiona Margaret.

What the hell is this?

Exactly what it looks like.

It looks like complete insanity!

This is getting me closer to the truth

of what happened to Declan.

Patsy Burgess, horse thief and killer,

is now behind bars because of moi.

Patsy, huh?

Is that the sweetheart who dragged you out to the bog

and threatened to kill you?

No, that would be Johnny McIntyre.

He's also in prison, for murder.

Can you blame me for being so worried?

No, but you didn't--

I'm a mother. Mothers worry.

Trust me, I am well aware.

We can crash here, or if this is too rustic,

we can ask Declan's family if we can stay with them?

I-I don't think I'm ready to meet his family.

Okay.

Well, when you are, there's Una, his sister.

- Mm-hmm. - She's a college professor.

There's, uh, his mom, Isadora.

She's frosty at first, but she's--

- Fi. - Yeah?

I wanna go see your father.

Okay.

Oh, Declan...

Just... seeing his name on that silly little cross, I just...

God, I guess, I always held out hope

that I would some day see him again, you know, I...

I don't know what I was expecting, but...

certainly not this.

Oh, that's Declan's mom.

The mean one?

Frosty! I said frosty.

Isadora. This is my mom, Mary.

Hello.

Mary?

Yes--

I should have met you years ago!

Oh, oh.

Well, now we have. Now we have and it's...

it's so good to finally meet you.

Declan's mom...

This must be the last album that he played.

Must be a bit overwhelming. So much dad-ness all at once.

Call Tammy Hunter re taxes, Order more file folders,

Buy lotto tickets for next week's draw.

Gosh. It feels like he...

he just walked out of the room and...

He used to play this song all the time

when I was a kid.

He always did have very good taste in music.

I found it!

I gave this to Declan years ago in the hopes that

it'd put a rocket under him.

I thought it might make him think of settling down.

Little did I know, he already had a family.

It's my mother's engagement ring.

I want you to have it.

I-I would've given it to you years ago,

if I'd only known.

Isadora, I can't, I can't--

I um...

I had to pawn the ring

that Declan gave me, um... years ago.

It's, it's beautiful.

Thank you, Isadora. I will treasure it.

Alright, lads,

search every room.

We have a warrant

to search the premises.

Stay where you are.

Vultures.

Have you no respect for the dead?

- Officer. - Sergeant.

Right. Now, I'm not one to question a man doing his duty,

but you are upsetting my elderly mother-in-law.

I'm not that elderly!

Well then, that man should've thought about that before

he dipped his toes into the crypto waters.

Fiona...

I-I only just found out.

What are they looking for?

They had an anonymous tip-off

about a hard drive.