Irish Blood

Hello?

I'm home.

I asked him to stay...

-You're late. -I'm sorry.

Well, at least you showed up.

You're here.

I'm so glad you could come.

Sit.

I'll get it.

You remembered.

I see.

Finn! Finn.

Do you think he's brain damaged?

Oh, darling, are you brain damaged?

Can you hear us, Finn?

Can you say something?

Hi.

I'm not bloody brain damaged!

Jesus.

I'll get a nurse.

-Where's Fiona? -Fiona.

I'm here, Uncle Finn.

Johnny McIntyre has a message for you.

Let me guess,

"stop asking questions or you're dead?"

If he was gonna kill me he would have done it already.

That's not the whole of it.

He said he was gonna wipe out the entire Murphy family.

Then he'll come after your mother...

...and when everyone you love's been murdered,

he'll put an end to you.

Johnny McIntyre has made explicit threats

against my family.

I want guards posted

at my aunt's house until he's locked up.

Are you even listening to me?

Apologies. Garda Doherty,

I barely slept since driving you home from the hospital.

How are you feeling?

Fine... Thanks to...

I got a thick ol' skull, so...

I'm well aware of my reputation as a beacon

of courage and virility.

But when I saw you hurt,

I wanted to cower in a poodle crate

and beat myself with a rusty bike chain.

-That's disturbingly specific. -Jesus...

Ms. Murphy, rest assured

your family will have around the clock Garda protection.

Doherty, now that you have been reinstated,

you will stay with Ms. Murphy,

and devote your full attention to this case.

So now you're taking me seriously?

Please, forgive me.

I've been working through my anger issues.

Therapy's a wonderous thing.

So, what have you deduced?

Well.

The murder of Minerva Quilligan,

Róisín's assault in the evidence room,

and Johnny McIntyre's prison escape are all tied

to my father's investigation,

which has now put my family in danger.

The Garda Siochana will do everything we can

to protect them.

-Thank you... -Small issue with that.

Um... the person that knocked me down and stole the hard drive

is most likely a Garda.

Clearly we have a traitor in our midst.

We will sus them out.

So.

Who do you reckon's behind all this?

Well, my assistant is

sorting through the financial files on the hard drive.

But we don't know that Callum Deasy

is the ultimate kingpin.

We'll put out an alert.

And start a manhunt on Deasy and McIntyre.

Great.

Your next move?

Literally, moving.

Out of the cottage my deadbeat father gambled away.

At least you didn't have to buy any furniture.

Dad's ghost would've pawned it.

What should we do with this?

Burn it. Take it down, pack it up.

That's like desecrating a work of art.

Then think of it as performance art,

and we are the performers.

Step right up and watch

as two attractive meat puppets

tap dance to the tune

of a dead charlatan's swan song.

I'm flattered you think of me like that.

-As a meat puppet? -An attractive meat puppet.

Malta is a tax haven...

If Malta is a tax haven...

Then maybe this has something to do

with that whole Bitcoin fiasco.

Maybe your dad did have a secret fortune stashed away.

If that were the case, why would he sell the cottage

to pay off his debts?

Hmm.

Why can't I let this go?

I just hand over this mess to you

and Sergeant Claude.

And jump on the first plane back to Los Angeles.

Because, Fiona.

Your father,

despite being what some would describe

as a massive, gaping arsehole...

He provokes my eternally enraged curiosity...

So what do you want to do?

-Find out who this belongs to. -I'll do it!

Aw, Tess, when the flowers showed up to my house

I was gob smacked.

The black irises weren't too depressing?

Feck no.

Dramatic.

Unique.

Just like you.

Ah, so...

there are a crap-ton

of financial records on this hard drive,

and I am gradually making my way through all of them.

But I can confirm that the ATM card belongs to...

...drum roll, please...

Father Al.

Callum Deasy.

Guess he had to stash his stolen charity money somewhere.

That tracks.

That bank was linked to several accounts

on your dad's ledger.

Which I suspected already, so this is nothing new.

You see that? -What?

Was TurboClash Maltese?

No.

TurboClash is a red blooded

American robot fighting machine.

But there's something wonky about this emblem.

I don't think that this is the original design.

Your dad bought you a knockoff?

Arsehole power move!

I don't think it's a knockoff.

He covered over the emblem.

This wasn't a gift.

Whaddya mean?

I mean maybe this is some kind of clue he left me.

Oh, for the love of plastic crap.

Would you look at that.

It's also a car.

Who'd have thought.

42...

It's... is it the wrong number?

There was no number.

So the horseshoe led to the death of Beannacht Ben.

The MMA glove

led to the killing of Benji Donovan.

Don't forget the boarding pass.

Express lane to Deasy's charity scam.

Right. So why alter a toy I asked for on my 10th birthday?

Why make it all so mysterious?

Maybe it's a clue only you can solve.

Maybe. But I can't figure it out.

'Tis a riddle wrapped in mystery

inside a giant box of what the fuck.

Car 42.

What's so important about car 42?

TurboClash?

Yes.

Protector of man! Defender of the world!

Watch him change his form!

Give his limbs a twirl!

When evil leads mankind astray...

the crystal compass guides the way!

TurboClash! TurboClash! Hail!

-Hey, dork squad, focus. -Yeah.

Why's there a toy on Claude's desk?

-Oh, it's a clue. -Yup, it is.

My dad painted 42 on TurboClash.

What was the purpose?

The key, Fiona, is finding that purpose.

Epiphany's sweet lightning bolt sizzles my brain once more.

The Wicklow Road Rally.

2017.

Car 42 skidded off the road.

Then what happened?

I think... hang on.

Allow me.

Right, so.

The accident killed the driver, Stephen Mulligan,

who was favored to win, as well as Betsy Smythe,

aged six, who was watching the race from the sidelines.

Both died instantly.

-I remember now. -Oh...

Things took an even darker turn

for the Smythe family after that.

Darker how?

Well, two years later, the family went bankrupt.

This house has been up for sale for years.