- Flight 253 from Lanzarote is now arriving at Gate 17.
[pensive music]
- 11, get down.
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[music intensifies]
♪ ♪
[muffled gunshot]
[high-tempo music]
♪ ♪
- We just picked up some chatter.
We've got a location on the assassin.
DU is in Ireland.
[tense music]
- I need to talk to the director.
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[theme music]
♪ ♪
[peppy music]
♪ ♪
- Someone's in a good mood.
- Well, Lola's coming back from Georgetown.
Vicky's getting married.
We're staying in a castle.
Aren't you happy?
- You know, I'm nervous, to be honest.
- Oh, you have no reason to be.
You and Lola parted on good terms.
- Yeah, I know.
But I was thinking.
- Dangerous.
- Funny.
Because I was thinking of suggesting that
we start seeing each other again.
- Mixed messages.
- I know, I know.
It sounds flaky.
But the whole reason why we split up
was so that she would go to Georgetown.
Right?
Well, now she's gone.
It's not like she's just gonna pack it all in and come home.
Long distance relationships can work.
- And they can be very stressful for both people.
- Does that mean you've made up your mind about Harry's offer?
- I've made up my mind to switch off this weekend.
Let's be content about that.
[soothing music]
♪ ♪
- Oh, it's stunning.
- Here, you hold this.
- Oh!
- I'm here.
- Hiya, boss.
- Sir.
- No rank this weekend.
Good to see you.
- Quite right.
Just call me Viv.
- Oh, Viv?
- Let's get this party started, shall we?
- Yeah, okay.
- Hey. - Let me help you with--
- You're attentive.
- Oh, thanks, Dad.
- Here, give me that.
- How's your drive? - Great.
No traffic.
- Feel like that it's real-- oh, yeah!
So this-- this area is--
sorry.
- Welcome to Carrick Doon.
- And very welcome you are.
- Nice to meet you.
- You too.
- This is Charlotte and Johnny.
They own the castle.
- Ah, my wife owns it. - Hi.
Charlie. - I just run it.
- How are you? - Hi, there.
It's been in our family for generations.
But I never liked living here.
But Johnny is going to bring it into the 21st century.
Aren't you, darling?
- Yes my petal.
We are doing some radical renovations.
And I believe this place will be out of this world
when it's done.
- Well, I hope we won't disturb the wedding.
- Don't you worry.
We've downed tools for the duration.
- All the building work meant that we could get this place.
Everywhere was booked up.
- Like I told you it would be.
- Well.
Well, our wedding planner is a genius.
Oh, which reminds me, I have to talk hors d'oeuvres with her.
- Yeah, I'll go with you, because I want to make sure
she's not phoning it in.
You would be shocked at how many unscrupulous wedding
planners there are.
Not to mention the fake foie gras.
- We're not having foie gras.
- I spotted a nice-looking pub in the village.
Why don't we dump our stuff and go for a drink?
- Sounds like a plan.
- And take what the locals say with a pinch of salt.
There's a lot of inbreeding around here.
- Johnny, you can't say that!
- Wait till you meet them.
But watch out, there's a Tolkien convention.
- I'll see you, my love.
- Did you just--
- Yeah, I think so.
- But the forks are the wrong sort of forks.
You see, we have all these lovely knives and
lovely spoons, and they match.
But the forks don't match.
They're the wrong forks.
And I know you'd have to do another round trip,
but you'd be doing it knowing that the lovely bride,
this lovely bride, will be eating her entree on the most
important day of her life with the right forks,
the perfect forks.
And they'll all be down to you.
- Okay.
- Zara, you are a miracle worker!
- Oh, Vicky.
Look, it's your wedding day, all right?
- If she was that good, she wouldn't have got the forks
wrong in the first place.
- What was that, George?
- Nothing.
I didn't say anything.
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♪ ♪
- Are you all right?
- Me?
Oh, absolutely.
- You just seem a bit quiet.
- Oh, no.
It's nothing.
It's just something that Harry wants me to think about.
- Is he coming this weekend?
- No, he's visiting with his daughter.
He's planning on traveling properly.
- Oh.
How long will he be gone?
- Well, that's the thing.
A year or more.
And he wants me to go with him.
- Wow!
What are you thinking?
- Well, it's quite a proposal from a man like him
who is very independent, like me.
And it would mean leaving Fergus.
- Fergus is an adult now, Harry.
- Well, and you and Charlie are just getting used to Lola
being away.
And I was thinking we could spend more time together.
- I really think you should consider it.
Me and Charlie are fine.
We're thinking of going traveling
ourselves, to be honest.
- This is really good of you, sir.
- Charlie.
Vicky wasn't sure about asking you to give her away.
- Really?
- She didn't want to put you in an awkward position, you know?
Wasn't sure if it was overstepping.
- Ah, it's not.
It's an honor.
- What can I get you, fellas?
- I think we'll get two pints of the black stuff, please.
- Lovely.
Just sit here.
There's just, you know, something I wanted to--
I wanted to talk to you about. - Yeah.
What?
- What did you-- first, tell me about--
tell me about Georgetown. What's it like?
- Oh my god!
I can't thank you enough for making me go, Fergus.
I mean, I would have missed out on just
the best adventure of my life.
Washington is so brilliant.
And I've just made so many friends.
Do you want to see some pictures?
- Yes, boy, do I. [laughs] Who, um,
here, who's that fella, there?
He's-- he's-- he's-- he's in a lot of the photos.
- Oh, that's Ryan.
He's the best.
He's on my course.
And he's on the rowing team, too.
He is so strong.
Me and this other girl, Ashton, we can hang off an arm each.
He's like Captain America.
- That's so nice.
- So what did you want to talk about?
- Oh, nothing, nothing.
I mean, I-- I--
wanted to tell you that I miss you.
- I miss you, too.
You know, the other day, Ryan said the most brilliant thing.
Oh my god!
You would have loved it.
- I wish I was there.
Yeah.
- Oh, cheer up.
Might never happen.
- Oh, actually, it already has.
A White Russian, please.
What's all this then?
You all "Lord of the Rings" fans?
- We're on a tour.
- Oh.
- In Ireland?
- Well, actually, Tolkien was inspired by Ireland.
- The-- the hobbits.
- What?
No, the elves.
- I meant the elves.
I misspoke.
- Well, it's a long way to come to walk through a forest
where Tolkien may or may not have
heard some elves singing in.
- Not at all.
We're obsessed, aren't we, sugar bear?
- Yeah, Tom Bombadil and Goldberry.
You know, because the old forest?
- We need to get on.
- They are no fans at all.
They've only seen the films.
- There is something not quite right
about them, that's for sure.
- This village is being overrun.
Should go back to where they came from!
- Hello there.
Well, we're staying in the castle for a wedding,
and they're very happy to have us there.
- The castle with Johnny Flood, is this? [spits]
- Hold your waste, will you.
Good.
All those extra jobs.
- Some things you can't put a price on.
- Did you fair trade, didn't you?
- Take the soup, why don't ya?
[soft music]
- Should we wait for the others?
- Let's take a look around the village.
Get the lay of the land.
- Yeah, I was going to watch Lord of the--
right.
Yeah.
No, I'll stay with you.
Harry? Harry?
- Excuse me.
- Can I help you?
- You sure can.
Who are you?
Government, right?
NSA?
CIA?
FBI?
[laughs] FBI.
- I have no idea what you're talking about.
We're just regular tourists, ma'am.
- And Hoover was a vacuum salesman.
- Are you being serious?
- Yeah.
- FBI in Carrick Doon.
- I could have sworn.
[tires screech]
- Oh!
[fast music]
♪ ♪
- Are you okay, Fergus?
- This is a dream, right?
- I'm afraid not.
- Who's that?
- How very brave of you, throwing us
into the back of a van, tying us up, blindfolding,
and interrogating us?
You think we don't know who you are, right?
- That's not the point.
- Harry Wild, Fergus Reid.
We're private detectives.
- I'll decide what you are.
- Oh!
Hello, God.
It's me, Harry.
- Funny.
How long have you two known each other?
- 40 years.
- Harry!
We've known each other a few years.
- What is the FBI doing in Ireland?
I mean, you're breaking all kinds of international laws
by abducting Irish citizens.
- Who says we're FBI?
- Haircuts, ridiculous undercover clothes,
the absolute lack of humor.
- What do you know?
- Everything.
- Nothing!
- Ma'am.
So they check out, actually.
Yeah, they're-- they're-- they're here for a wedding.
Her son's a cop.
Wedding's for a cop.
- Great.
So, Irish cops everywhere.
- Yeah.
- So are you gonna take the hoods off?
Or are you so ugly we'll turn to stone when we see you?
- Take them off.
Send them home.
- Okay.
All right.
- Your son's a policeman?
You know the drill.
You weren't here.
You saw nothing.
- Keep up the smashing work.
- Get them out of here.
- [grunts] I thought we were goners there.
- It takes more than that to scare me.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- This way, ma'am.
- Thanks for the lift!
We appreciate it.
What the hell was that about?
- Murders, Fergus.
Dozens of them all over the world, even here in Ireland.
- The screen I saw that was the Wellington Monument
in Phoenix Park.
And it's been attributed to somebody called Diyu.
- Diyu?
- Now, either this is the most prolific serial killer ever,
or it's an assassin.
- Shit!
It just finds us, doesn't it?
- Death?
Indeed.
The question is, should we investigate?
- Look, I know I'm always gung ho for these kinds of things--
- But Vicky's wedding.
- Yeah, and her friends are here.
- It kills me to say this, but maybe we
need to leave this one alone.
- Hey, maybe he's just passing through.
- Oh, I don't think so.
There's plenty of wealthy people in these parts.
Plenty of assassination fodder.
- Assassination fodder?
- Oh, that means it's unlikely to affect us.
- [scoffs] Right.
You pinky promise?
- We're gonna concentrate on the wedding.
Do you know what Diyu is Mandarin for?
Hell.
- Hell?
- Yeah.
No investigating?
- No, absolutely not.
[soft music]
[light chatter, laughter]
- Where have you two been?
- We're three drinks in.
- How many do we have in the pool?
- Too many.
- Did you get lost on the way up?
- Yeah, you could say that.
- Large glass of red wine.
[glass shatters]
- Oh!
- My god!
I'm so sorry.
Apparently, she's new.
I was assured the staff here were top quality.
- I can assure you that staff are top quality.
- Well, it wouldn't be an Irish wedding without a few spills.
[laughs] So you two, how long have you been together?
- Well, according to her son, too long.
- Oh stop it.
Two glorious years.
- Fergus, you'll have a pint.
- No, maybe a half one for me, please.
- No, have a full one.
Just cause your dad's an alcoholic
doesn't mean you'll be.
- Oh, isn't she fun on a drink?
- Why don't my two favorite men go do
something together tomorrow?
- Well, I mean, we could explore the local area.
I've been reading--
- Reading is like sleeping.
You can do that at home.
- Don't let Harry hear you say that?
- This area is actually full of history.
There are books in that drawing room all about the local area.
- What about kayaking?
- No.
- Mom?
Johnny!
She's your Ma.
You're not American.
- There's only one of us here with fake mother syndrome.
- Oh, boys!
- Exactly.
- Drinks, everybody.
- Yes, please.
- Oh, yeah!
- I put in a bid for the build.
It's bloody ridiculous.
I have to pitch it all.
- Well, he's in charge, Chester.
- Gold-digging bastard!
- Stop it.
Your father will be furious!
- Dad's dead, Mum.
He's dead years.
- I mean, he'd be very upset at you always attacking Johnny.
Johnny has been so good to me.
- Come on, let's have a drink.
We used to be pals. [glass shatters]
- Oh!
- Well, that's just a waste of a 200 euro glass of whiskey.
- Well, I'm sure you can afford it on my mother's
substantial purse!
- How rich do you think Charlotte is?
- Do you mean rich enough for someone to want her dead?
- Well, if this was a film, the rich heiress
would be a likely target.
- You promised.
- Okay, you got us.
- Oh!
[slow music]
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Mark Croker was found dead at the Wellington Monument
five years ago from an alleged mugging gone wrong.
It's on the FBI board.
- Okay.
Diyu, all the online speculation is that he's
an international assassin.
Should we tell Charlie?
- Josh is enjoying his break, and Vicky is
enjoying her wedding weekend.
- Yeah.
And we're not investigating, so.
- But the murder took place in Dublin.
- Glenn's in Dublin.
He knows someone in the coroner's office.
What if we got Mark Croker's files?
- That wouldn't really be investigating, would it?
- Not even a little! - No!
No!
Good night, sir.
- Good night.
[bird chirping]
- Oh, I was looking for my mother.
- Morning after apology situation?
- What?
- Nothing.
No I was just saying I guess it's-- your stepdad being,
you know, almost the same age as you, you two could
have gone to school together.
- We were at school together.
- Oh!
Awkward.
- His father, if you can believe it,
was an actual car salesman, a walking bloody cliché.
Made a bit of money, sent his oik to Belvedere.
I was stupid enough to befriend the bastard,
even brought him home for the summers.
Never dreamed he'd bloody well shag my mother.
- Wow!
That is-- that is straight up nuts.
But I guess love is a powerful thing.
- Love?
I know what he loves--
money.
My poor mother.
She's not right, you know?
I keep telling people she's ill.
I think he's poisoning her slowly.
He's got her under his control.
Sick!
- What are you doing?
- Doing?
Nothing.
What do you mean?
- You were questioning him?
- No, no.
We were just chatting.
- Chatting?
Really?
Are you and Granny working?
- What?
No!
No, not at all.
God, no!
- On your suspect list?
- There is no suspect list.
Okay?
All right, fine.
I'll tell you.
But you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay?
We don't want to ruin the wedding.
[pensive music]
♪ ♪
- So what did he say?
- Fergus.
Fergus, do you have a moment?
- Oh, it's okay, Harry.
She knows. - Knows what?
There's nothing to know.
- Yeah, yeah.
Not investigating, I know.
Just a little questioning.
- Did you find out anything?
- Well, Chester used to bring Johnny here for summer.
Schoolmates.
- So not Oedipus.
Oedipus's roommate?
- Johnny's a bit weird.
What if he's hired an assassin to kill his rich wife?
- Oh, I've just been talking to his rich wife.
And he gets more while she's alive than dead.
- Well, then we have nothing.
- Oh, but that's a good thing, then, isn't it?
Because we're not investigating.
- Investigating what?
- Nothing.
We-- we were just--
what is that?
- That's my own concoction.
Cleanses the system.
One glass every day, you're golden.
Fancy a try?
- No. No, thanks.
You're grand.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- I'll leave you to your breakfast.
- What is it?
- I know who the target is.
- Who?
- Johnny has a blue ring around his iris.
He's being poisoned. - Oh.
How do you know that?
- I read it in a book.
- What book? - That's the problem.
I don't remember.
But I vaguely remember.
It was a type of frog.
- He's being poisoned by a frog?
- It was an old book.
I read it, I don't know, about 10 years ago.
Fiction.
But the author had done their research.
The symptoms were a blue circle beneath the iris, then stomach
cramps, fever, and the death.
- The author, were they male or female?
- A woman.
Of course, a woman. - Ha!
Ha, ha!
I was wondering where you all were.
- Shh.
She's thinking.
Johnny's been poisoned, and he's about to die.
Harry read a book about the poison.
[chuckles]
- What is it with you two?
We need to call an ambulance.
- There's no time for an ambulance.
It works too quickly.
We need to find the antidote now.
It is set in the Amazon.
Mary-- Minnie--
Melissa--
- "Amazon Poison," Meredith Endersley.
You loaned it to me, went on and
on about this amazing detective and
how it had to be solved without modern technology,
and I could learn a thing or two.
- She only wrote one book, 1825, "The Poisoned Wells."
I'll download it.
- Who poisoned him?
- International assassin.
- I've got it.
- Search the text for the word "frog."
- Here. "Too late.
They realized he'd been injected with the poison
of the Amazonian bullet frog.
And even if they could get to him on time,
the cure was nonexistent."
- But that was written 200 years ago.
By now--
- He's right.
Amazonian bullet frog antidote.
- Nature really does look after itself.
You won't believe this.
Garden?
- Oh!
Oh!
Okay, guys, we're looking for pale white flowers
with a golden center.
- [grunts] I don't feel well.
- Get him in.
Get him down there.
- You need to drink this.
- Oh!
What-- what is that? - It'll help.
Trust us.
[shivers, breaths heavy]
I need to lie down.
Oh!
- Have we killed him?
- We need to call the local guards.
- Not the guards.
FBI here.
- Well, this just gets better!
- Oh, shush.
[dog barking]
- Here, what's wrong with ya?
You have a face like my ex's arse when I'd slap it.
- Harry asked me to do her a favor,
be part of an investigation like.
She needed a file from the coroner's office, which
I procured via my aunt's cousin's
neighbor's ex-wife's father-in-law.
But it's turned out to be a complete bloody dead end.
- You need to think inside the box.
- Yeah.
You mean outside?
- Inside.
Gay.
- What?
- His next of kin.
His partner, Thomas Williams.
- Live and let live, I say.
- He obviously didn't spend his life grieving.
He's on a dating app now.
- Well, you can't blame a chap for that.
Partner died years ago.
- Great.
I've listed you on the site, and I've swiped on Thomas.
- You set me up on a gay dating app?
- Oh, look, he's matched already.
I knew I used the right pic.
- What pic?
Hey!
That's-- how?
I told Petra that I was a private picture for her
eyes only.
- She shows me everything.
Everything.
Right.
You and Thomas are going out for coffee.
No funny business now.
Don't you go turning.
I don't need an earful from Petra.
- Petra, Petra.
- An assassin?
In Carrick Doon?
Don't be ridiculous.
Assassins are just in movies, right?
- Killers for hire are a lot more common than people think,
and relatively cheap.
Making contact is the hard part.
But if we can find out who wants you dead,
we might be able to find out who they hired.
- But who would want to harm Johnny?
- I have enemies.
Sure.
I made a lot of ruthless business decisions
over the years.
But to go to these lengths, that's insane.
- I'm gonna need you to make a comprehensive list of everyone
who has a grudge against you.
- Here.
Have some water.
- What are you doing?
- I told you categorically not to get involved.
- You're welcome for us saving a man's life
and finding your target.
- You the cop?
The guard?
- Chief Superintendent.
- I'll have to talk to the embassy
and make sure you have clearance,
but you can stay on site.
- What are you on about?
Surely, you're taking him somewhere safe.
You're leaving him here?
- He's bait.
Cold.
- This is your first real break on him, isn't it, this guy?
Is he even a guy, this Diyu?
You don't know.
- How can we be sure it's even Diyu?
- Are you suggesting there's a surfeit
of killers in Carrick Doon?
- Well, if you two are here, who knows?
- It's him.
He used the same poison before.
Look, this is a delicate operation.
We need to keep it contained.
Tell Mr. Flood I'll put agents in place.
He'll be safe.
- Well, this is bloody brilliant.
Vivian's gonna lose her mind.
- Look, if Johnny is the target,
well, Chester certainly hates him.
- Well, he's not the only one.
The man in the pub spat on the floor
when his name was mentioned.
And Charlotte said that everyone
warned her against him.
- Do you think we should tell Vicky?
It is her wedding.
- Now we have two jobs here--
find the assassin and ensure that Vicky
has a wedding to remember.
[suspenseful music]
- Blow-in.
- What now?
- My family have been farming here for hundreds of years.
Flood, [spits] he's a blow-in--
blows in, takes what doesn't belong to him.
- But the land belongs to Charlotte.
And her family's been here just as long.
She's not a blow-in.
- That's just maybe, but she wouldn't desecrate that land.
- "Desecrate" is a bit strong, isn't it?
She just wants to expand the castle.
- To make it a hotel!
That's farming land.
We don't want hotels.
You build hotels, you get undesirables from--
from-- from Dublin or worse.
- All right.
So you're saying if Johnny wasn't here,
then Charlotte would sell to you?
- Of course, she would.
Decent woman, that one.
You tell her I said that.
- Have you ever thought about getting him out of the way?
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Hiring someone to change his mind.
- If I wanted to change his mind, I'd do it myself.
Chop into the kneecap can be very persuasive.
- What do you think?
- That he's one very angry man.
- Oh, but this is madness!
You can't go!
- That's exactly what I must do.
Don't you understand, my love?
Me being here is putting you in harm's way.
And I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you.
- Well, at least let me come with you.
- Aren't you listening to me?
I need to go alone to save myself and to keep you safe.
And it's better if I go before the FBI get here.
And when they find him, I'll come back.
- Johnny!
Johnny!
Tell me where you're going to be, at least.
- Better if you don't know.
Nobody should know.
I love you, darling.
[slow music]
♪ ♪
- [grunts] Oh!
- What is it?
- Charlotte's had a turn.
[ominous music]
- Here you go.
- Oh, I'm sorry I'm such a nuisance.
- Oh, don't be silly.
And where's Johnny?
- He's gone.
I couldn't stop him.
I don't even know where he was going.
He wouldn't tell me.
- Oh, do you think we need to call a doctor?
- Oh, I have a doctor, doctor watching.
- Should we tell Agent Draper he's done a runner?
- I don't know.
I think they were planning on using him as bait.
We should think about it.
- I'm not sure I can do this.
- You wish.
- He'll probably be able to smell Petra on me.
- She's been gone for weeks.
Have you not showered?
- Of course, I've showered, more than once.
I actually-- oh, here he comes.
Thomas.
Oh!
- You must be Fernando.
- Must I?
Yes, yes.
- You don't sound particularly Spanish.
- Oh, I travel quite a bit.
The accent comes and goes, you know?
- [speaking in Spanish]
- If you don't mind, we stick to English for practice.
- As you wish.
That was a very entertaining photo you posted.
I like a man with a sense of humor.
- Who doesn't, eh?
- How have you been today, Charlotte?
- Her husband left.
- Really?
Johnny?
- He'll be back.
He must come back.
- Always has been a bit of a free spirit, hasn't he?
I did warn you.
Well, your blood pressure's not too bad.
Have you eaten today?
- Oh, I'm not hungry.
- Well, you have to eat.
- I'll speak to your butler.
We'll make sure she's fed.
- Do.
She's a very special lady.
[light music]
- You need to move this on.
- It's not exactly the easiest thing in the world
to bring up a murdered ex.
- Well, if I know men-- and trust me, I know men--
when he gets back from the toilet,
he's probably going to suggest you go somewhere more intimate,
probably his place.
And then I can't help you.
- You're not helping me now.
[door creaks]
[laughs]
- It's very sweet how you do that--
stand up, I mean.
A gentleman.
Listen, this has been lovely, but I really need to get going.
- You're not gonna suggest we go back to yours?
- I don't think--
- It's all right.
Don't worry yourself about it.
But please, tell me something.
Do I give off an air of neediness?
- What do you mean?
- Well, I never put this on my profile, but I lost my ex.
He died.
I don't think I've ever really got over him.
- Oh, I see.
To answer your question, no.
You don't come across as needy.
Hopefully, I don't either.
- That was a long time ago.
But god, how I miss him.
That man could do things to you,
blow your mind, gay sex things!
But I'm sorry.
Just rambling on there.
Nostalgia land.
You were saying?
- Um.
I lost an ex, too.
He was murdered.
- Oh, my god!
That's awful.
Tell me more.
- I don't like to talk about it.
- How was he murdered, if you don't mind me asking?
Somebody have it in for him?
- Mark didn't have an enemy in the world.
- Unlike me.
Me, I've got loads.
Who stood to benefit from his death?
- No one.
Me, mostly.
I was his next of kin.
- So you had him killed?
- What?
No.
- Sorry to interrupt there.
I couldn't help overhearing.
Chief Sergeant Detective Brenda Brinson of An Garda Siochana.
I remember that case.
I remember it very well.
So only you benefited from Mark's death?
- What?
No.
Other people benefited.
Mark's mother got his art.
He was up for a big promotion before he died.
So someone else got that job.
He left some money to charities.
Are you-- are you really a guard?
- What's this about a promotion?
- He worked at Dublin General.
He was gonna be made chief of surgery.
Wait, I-- I don't think chief sergeant detective
is a real rank.
- Well, it clearly is.
And I have to get back to the precinct.
Crime never sleeps.
- That was odd.
[slow music]
- Thank you, sweetheart.
- Oh! - No.
You're all good.
I love bread.
- Glenn messaged.
He said he and Concepta are onto something,
and they hope to have more news tomorrow.
- Is that all he said?
- Mother!
Where's the bastard?
- Chester.
- Offered an olive branch, put in a tender
for the construction.
Turned out he turned me down!
Where's my mother?
- Your mother.
- Stay out of this.
Family matter.
- Your mother is sick, and Johnny is gone.
- Gone?
Gone where?
- I think you should take yourself home now.
- Home?
- Families.
- All right.
- That's quite something.
- So
- Yeah.
[soft music]
[laughter]
- I shouldn't be telling you this.
I mean, it's career suicide.
No, this is the old commissioner,
long before the one we have now, who is a boring old fart.
- Oh, my-- my dad knew him.
- They said every time they raided the brothel,
he was there on official business.
- That's him!
That's him!
- So we're at this conference in skipper, slipper--
court.
And I walk out of the bathroom of my room
and find him standing there, trousers around his ankles.
I mean, I shouldn't be telling this story.
It's absolute career suicide.
But you're not gonna tell anyone, are you?
[laughter]
So I take a photo of his teeny cashew nodule willie.
- Oh god!
- And three months later, he makes
me assistant commissioner.
[laughter]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Wait.
Wait.
No, this reminds me of another dinner party.
Something's not right.
[people coughing, grunting]
♪ ♪
What happened?
- We passed out.
Everyone passed out.
- Where's Charlie? Where's Lola?
- Yeah.
And Vicky and Zara?
[scream]
[tense music]
- Help!
Help!
- Help!
- Anyone!
[phone rings]
- I want Johnny Flood.
You have till midday to tell me where he is.
After that, one of these people will
die on the hour, every hour.
[intense music]
♪ ♪
- Help!
Help!
- Please!
Please!
- Someone help!
- Anyone there?
- Anyone?
Please!
- What is it?
Where are you?
- An assassin.
An international assassin!
Why didn't you tell us?
- Look, the rest of us feel okay,
but they still look really sick.
- I'm not a general practitioner,
but I can come over and take a look.
Keep getting fluids into them.
Clearly, the drug leaves the system after a while.
Their bodies are just handling it slower.
- Thanks.
Where are we going?
- We're going to find Johnny.
- He wouldn't tell me where he was going.
I begged him to.
- Did he take his passport?
- Oh, I don't know.
We keep them in the drawer.
- Here?
- Yeah, we keep them there.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- No, he didn't leave the country.
Has he got any friends or family that he would go to?
- I've called everyone.
Nobody has seen him.
Oh.
Oh, my head!
This is all my fault. I'm to blame.
- You mustn't think that way.
It's not your fault.
- I need to find him.
And we need to find your friends.
I'm so sorry.
I should have stopped him from leaving.
- We'll find everybody.
We will.
- [sighs]
- Help me!
- He's not going to kill them.
We've all seen enough movies.
He's a professional who plans everything meticulously.
- But not necessarily.
- Orla is right.
All he wants is Johnny.
We just need to find him.
- Hey, I want Lola--
all of them back safely as soon as possible.
We're not just gonna hand a man over to be killed.
- We are gonna have to cross that bridge when we come to it.
Because I see it, there are three objectives.
We need to find Johnny.
We need to figure out who's hired Diyu
and where he's keeping them.
We need to look at this from every angle.
- I can help.
I-- still just a little bit.
- We'll need your help, but only
when you're able to function.
- Harry, FBI.
- Oh, no!
No, she's gonna cut us out.
- We need all the help we can get.
- Diyu is not going to harm them!
- Fergus is right.
We've got too much at stake not to call her.
[phone rings]
- Hello?
Agent Draper, please.
- You'll be moved to a safe location.
- Like this place was safe when you
decided to leave Johnny here as bait
and let him flit without even noticing?
- Yeah, these are our loved ones, okay?
It is less than an hour from the deadline.
We're not going anywhere.
- I appreciate that you're distressed,
but there's no room for civilians.
- And I refer you to my original comment.
- Nobody is going anywhere.
- Listen, I respect your role, okay?
- No, you don't.
You are operating in my jurisdiction.
You may have received permission
from the justice minister, but one call from me
and you're off my soil.
- You don't have the authority to make that call.
- Myself and Latishuk are extremely good friends.
And he is very good friends with your secretary of state.
I believe they share a great, great granny from Mayo.
The FBI might get to have agents here,
but you don't need to be one of them.
- Fine.
But don't get in my way.
Mike.
[tense music]
- Do you have that clout?
- God, No.
Latishuk hates me.
I really need to lie down.
- Go.
Thank you.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Charlie, what are you doing?
- Thank you.
That's very helpful.
He didn't take a taxi, train, or bus out of the village.
And all the castle cars are still here.
- So wherever he's gone, he's gone on foot.
- And the nearest village is 6 miles from here.
And I've already checked all the B&Bs.
- The next one is 10 miles.
I'll start calling.
- No, no, we need to be more strategic.
We're running out of time. - Hang on.
Vivian got me through to our guys who
monitor credit transactions.
He's not used his cards anywhere.
- It's almost 11:50, and we still don't know anything.
- It's all gonna be fine.
He's not just going to kill--
[phone beeps]
- What is it?
- It's Diyu.
He's left us a location pin.
It's in the woods.
♪ ♪
- Ma'am.
- Mike?
- The-- the civilians, they are-- they are on the move.
They're moving.
- He isn't really gonna kill them, is he?
- It's two minutes past 12.
- Stop!
- Where are you going?
- Don't have time for this.
Keep up or bugger off.
It's your choice.
♪ ♪
Says this is the place.
There's nothing here.
Let me see.
- Lola, Charlie, Vicky, is anybody here?
- Let's split up and look.
- We'll look this way.
♪ ♪
[panting]
- Wait.
That type of mushroom only grows on wood.
- Wood.
♪ ♪
- What is this place?
- I have no idea.
♪ ♪
- Harry!
- Fergus, come down here now.
♪ ♪
- Harry!
- This way!
There are some barrels down here.
♪ ♪
- Get it open.
What?
All right.
Come on, come on, come on.
All right, watch out. - What?
- Don't breathe it.
Who is it?
- Oh, it's Asheem. - He's dead.
Nobody touch him. - Oh my god!
Oh my god!
He is killing them!
- He's improvising.
- So?
- CO2 is poisoning them.
- Now you know I'm serious.
I want Johnny Flood.
1 o'clock, or the next one dies.
- Oh!
- That's in 51 minutes, Harry.
What are you gonna do?
Agent Draper, what are we gonna do?
- Come on.
We'll deal with him later.
♪ ♪
- Look.
Drink that, and we'll work it out piece by piece.
- How do you do it?
How do you always stay so cool-headed?
- I'm not cool-headed.
I'm a raging ball of fury.
But all that matters right now is that we get Charlie and Lola
and Vicky and Zara back alive.
- Right.
We still need to find where Diyu is keeping the others.
- They must be fairly close by.
He only had a few hours to move and hide five people.
I would guess they're within, what, 10 miles?
- That's still a lot of ground to cover.
- Where Asheem was found, what was it?
- I think it was an old hiding place.
Smugglers, maybe.
We're not that far from the coast.
There were plenty of books in the drawing
room on local history.
Maybe the clues are there.
- We need to divide and conquer.
Some of us need to go into the drawing room,
and someone needs to go into the village
and talk to the locals. - I'll do that.
- No. Orla, you can't possibly--
- I need to stay active.
I'm going.
- I'll go with her.
- Pass me my phone.
I'll see what I can find out from HQ.
- I don't think we should have ordered all this.
How are we gonna pay?
- This is a nice place with nice people
who've a lot of money.
We have to blend in.
Don't worry.
I never pay in restaurants.
We have to be meticulous.
Extract the information with precision.
He's a surgeon.
I'm a surgeon.
Watch and learn.
[light music]
♪ ♪
- Is this seat taken?
You are a doctor, aren't you?
- Do I know you?
- No, I can just tell.
You have a certain bearing about you.
- Well, I'm not.
I'm the chief of surgery.
Now, if you would excuse me.
- I think we both know what you'd rather eat.
- Do I have to call the manager?
- Oh.
Well, the more the merrier, I always say.
He's playing it cool.
It's Ryan Gosling all over again, and Gosling begged.
He will, too.
Come on.
We're leaving.
- What's the plan then?
Like, for-- for not paying?
- I don't know.
I never pay in restaurants.
The man always does.
- Bugger, bugger, bugger.
- Someone must know where Johnny is.
Mm?
Is someone hiding him?
- No one round here would help him.
- I'm not sure if that's true.
- I wouldn't help him.
- Well, now, that's true.
Well, he hates Johnny Flood.
- I hate lots of people.
- This is official Garda business.
- I'm not too fond of the guards, either.
- Listen to me, you stupid old man!
I don't have time for you to mess around.
Where is Johnny Flood?
- I don't know.
I haven't seen him.
Not since yesterday lunchtime.
- What? Where?
- Nowhere.
Just on the path up to a cnoc beag.
- A cnoc beag?
- A small hill.
- What's up there? Does anyone live there?
Are there any houses?
- Nothing.
Just an old shepherd's hut.
- Go check it out.
I'm gonna stay here and see what else I can find out.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- What the bloody hell!
Get off my grand.
- Hello again, lover.
You dropped your keys, and I know what that means.
- No, I bloody didn't.
You stole them.
Now get out of my sodding house before I call the guards.
- Oh, my funny little surgeon.
[piano key strikes]
- Come here. Give me.
- Oh!
Oh, you like it rough?
Oh, I like it rough, too, daddy.
- Don't call me "daddy."
- [clears throat] We need to talk, geezer.
- Are you two lunatics together?
- I have no idea who she is.
- I have no idea who he is.
- Right.
I am calling the guards.
[gunshot]
- [screams]
- What's happening?
What's--
- Tell me about Diyu?
- Who?
- Five years ago, you hired a hitman called
to Diyu to kill Mark Croker.
- No. No, I didn't.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I-- I didn't.
- Get down on your knees!
Now, listen here, mate.
My information is wrong, I've got no further use for you,
have I?
So, what's it gonna be?
1, 2 and 1/2--
- All right!
What do you want to know?
- That you hired him, for starters.
- There are numerous mentions of tunnels here,
but no one knows where they actually are.
- I can't find anything online.
- Oh.
[phone buzzes]
It's from Cormac.
He's saying that Johnny is hiding out in an old shepherd's
hut up on a cnoc beag.
He's gonna to check it out.
I don't think he should go alone.
Maybe I should go with him. - No!
I need you here.
- I'll go.
- Are you up to it?
- Yeah, I'm feeling much better.
- Look, should we tell Agent Draper about this?
I mean, what if she insists on putting him
in protective custody this time?
- Well, we don't know if he's actually there yet, do we?
But if he is, he's our only leverage
to getting Charlie and Lola and the rest of them back.
No, I think we keep this to ourselves for now.
- I'm part of an organization, the League of Asclepius.
- The what is?
- It's old, secret!
Started in India under the British Raj,
then spread across the world--
Africa, America, Australia.
- All right, all right.
I've heard about the world.
That don't answer my question, though, does it?
- There's a site on the dark web.
If a member needs something, we just have to ask.
Diyu contacted me.
- I don't wanna hear you telling me porkies.
- Because I'm scared, and I don't want to die.
- You're all right.
It's cushty.
I'll take the dead bint with me.
- Get the address.
- Looks like she's not quite dead.
I mean, bollocks!
Now I've gotta kill her again!
One last question, possibly--
what's the address you messaged?
- It's--
- Actually, just write it down.
I'll never remember.
Got a head like a sieve.
- Please, don't kill me.
- You might want to bugger off to South America, love.
We're working with the FBI, and we'll be sure to tell
them all about you.
[laughs]
- Take it easy, boyo!
- Someone must know something about them.
- Me Da might know.
- Your dad?
- Really old Pete?
- Me Da!
- Cormac!
I thought you could do with some backup.
This is the small hill, yeah?
You want to see cnoc more?
- You're up for this?
- Let's go.
- Aren't you a pretty little thing?
- Your son thought you might know something
about the old tunnels?
- Tunnels?
I remember tunnels from when I was a boy.
There was a girl who worked in the grocer's.
Looked a bit like you.
We had a bit of a fumble. [laughs]
But then she died, and I married me wife.
Ugly woman, she was. - Da!
- Sorry.
Had the mole.
- The tunnels?
- What about them?
- Oh.
- Oh, those tunnels?
I remember.
You see, we were never allowed to go in to the tunnels
because they belonged to His Lordship over the castle.
But we used to sneak in because we were scallies, we were.
[laughs] Where's Billy and Tommy?
- Dead, Da!
- I'm the only one left now.
- How do I get to the tunnels?
- The only tunnels we ever found
were in the forest west of the castle.
- We found that one already.
You don't know of any others?
- No!
It's the only one.
We had to get in through the coal bunker.
- Coal bunker?
What coal bunker?
- You mean the old ground keeper's cottage there?
- Yeah, that's right.
- There's not much but ruins left,
but the coal bunkers are still there, about half
a mile from the castle.
- Thank you.
[percussive music]
♪ ♪
- Who is that?
- Well done, Da!
[intense music]
♪ ♪
[clock ticking]
- Vivian is really struggling with the side
effects of this drug.
I told her to sleep it off on the couch,
but she's barely holding it together.
- We're scanning the topography of the area,
but it's slow going. - Yeah, too slowly.
The hour is almost up.
- We're doing our best. [phone buzzes]
- Glenn?
- Harry, me old friend.
- Glenn, we're trying to keep off this line?
- Mark Croker was murdered.
This other surgeon wanted his promotion.
Concepta had this whole plan to seduce him.
And then I shot her.
- My death scene was exquisite.
- We got the address of the website
that this chap used to hire the assassin.
- You found the website to hire Diyu?
- Yeah.
Only problem is, it's no longer in use.
We'll send you through the address.
You can tell that FBI gal, Thaddeus Gibbons is the chump
she wants for Mark Croker.
Oh, one other thing, might be important,
Diyu works for a group who call themselves
the League of Asclepius.
Old and secret, apparently.
- Glenn, Concepta, you are a pair of marvels.
Well done!
- Do I have to do this much longer?
- Quid pro quo.
Go on.
I help you.
You help me.
- Who exactly are Glenn and Concepta?
- Secret weapons.
- Yeah.
If that site's been removed, it's no use anymore.
- No, we can track its footprint
even if it's been taken down.
It's just gonna take some time.
But this-- this is the biggest break we've had.
[glass shatters]
- Sorry.
- If Diyu is in disguise, then it could be
anyone who's new to the area.
Zara said the waitress was new.
- We're checking her out.
You're new to the area.
- So are you.
[phone beeps]
- It's Orla.
She found a new tunnel.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- All right.
I sent the pin.
Get some agents down here.
- Come on.
It's almost 1 o'clock.
- Fergus.
- How do you know it's--
great.
I just wanted to come down-- oh!
- I see you.
You're already too late.
- It's 1:00 PM, you bastard!
It's 1--
- There.
There.
Okay.
Fergus.
Come on, Fergus!
- It's coming.
- Oh, okay.
- No!
Lola!
- Oh, it can't be!
It can't-- - Vicky!
- Oh my god!
♪ ♪
- What's up?
- Felt like somebody just walked on my grave.
What time is it?
- It's just after 1:00.
- We have to call them.
- No, there's no signal.
Cormac, we just have to keep going.
It's all we can do.
[slow music]
♪ ♪
- Poor Vicky.
Poor Cormac.
I thought it was--
so wrong of me!
- Not your fault. Still, this is horrendous.
- We were here on time.
We were here.
He's not playing fair.
- Hey, she's alive.
There's a pulse.
It's faint, but she's alive.
- What?
- Ford, get an ambulance, stat!
- He knew we were here.
He's watching us.
How is he-- how is he watching us?
- We only have 55 minutes.
What if next time it's--
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
- Come on.
It's not connecting.
They must not have any signal.
- Where are they?
Where's Johnny?
Look, I am on your side, okay?
Getting your family back is my priority, too.
- But what happens if there's a choice between them
and finding Diyu?
- You need to trust me.
Johnny's in a cabin on the hill.
- I've sent you the location.
- Ford, get a bird in the sky.
- Yes, ma'am.
- All right, what do you know about the League of Asclepius?
- Nothing.
- The Rod of Asclepius is a symbol
of medicine the world over.
Asclepius was the Greek god of healing.
Oh, no.
Dr. Keys, he wears a signet ring bearing the symbol.
- That's not odd.
He's a member of the medical profession.
- No, no.
The symbol has been bastardized over the years.
It's often mixed up with the Caduceus of Hermes.
- Speak in non-Harry.
- The Caduceus of Hermes is a staff with two snakes,
while the Rod of Asclepius is a staff with one snake.
Dr. Keys has the latter.
I mean, the symbol for medicine is more
commonly two snakes nowadays.
The fact his ring only has one suggests
he's a member of the league.
- He is smitten with Charlotte.
- So much so he'd get rid of his rival?
- Let's find out.
[gunshot]
- I'm not leaving without a fight!
- Mr. Flood.
It's us, Jordan and Cormac.
We're not the assassin.
- What are you doing here?
- We're here to bring you back.
Diyu kidnapped five people when you ran.
- He drugged us all, and he took them.
The deal is, if we give you up, they don't die.
- That's-- you can't just expect me to hand
myself in to be killed.
But how do we even know that he's serious?
- One of them is already dead--
Asheem.
He has Vicky, my Vicky.
- Charlie and Lola and Zara.
- Lola, the young girl?
- He's killing them.
He's serious.
- I didn't mean for any of this to happen.
I just wanted to keep Charlotte safe!
- Look, we don't wanna hand you over,
but we need to do something.
- I understand.
You don't need to convince me.
- I think the FBI have sent a chopper.
[chopper whirring over]
- Let's go.
- I'm a doctor, not a killer.
- You're in the League of Asclepius.
You have access to Diyu.
- My agents are already pulling data
fingerprints from the website you used to hire him.
You're in love with Charlotte.
You saw Johnny as a problem, and
you came up with a solution.
- In love?
Heavens, no.
I'm fond of Charlotte, but she's obsessed with Johnny.
I could never--
I mean--
[soft music]
You're right.
It was me.
I hired him.
I did it.
- I can't believe what I'm hearing.
You were my father's best friend!
- He's lying.
He didn't hire Diyu.
You're lying because you are a man in love.
Diyu was hired by Charlotte.
- That's ridiculous.
My mother doesn't go around hiring assassins!
- Oh, it's sweet of you to cover for me.
But Harry is right.
I hired Diyu.
- She doesn't know what she's saying.
It's the tumor.
- Tumor?
What tumor?
- My tumor!
Huh.
I named him Aloysius. [laughs]
- I bloody knew you were--
oh.
You're not well.
- I'm dying.
But I couldn't bear for Johnny to watch.
It would kill him.
It's better this way.
- This isn't her.
The tumor is pressing on her prefrontal cortex.
That's the part of the brain that
deals with rational thought.
She doesn't know what she's saying.
- Listen to what you just said.
The rational part of her brain isn't working.
Having Johnny killed to save him
from the pain of watching you die makes perfect sense to you,
doesn't it?
- It's the humane thing to do.
- But our friends, our family--
you knew they were all kidnapped!
- Diyu has taken my son and my granddaughter.
He's killed Asheem.
- No.
No, no, no, I didn't want anybody else die.
[grunts]
No.
No, no.
It'll all be fine.
- Charlotte, it's over.
You need to tell Diyu to stop.
- Oh! Oh, no.
No, no, no, no.
There's no stopping.
Once he's started, he doesn't stop.
Anyway, I wouldn't know how to contact him.
No.
Diyu you always does what he was paid to do.
Hmm.
[suspenseful music]
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
You can do this.
- We have 20 minutes to the next deadline.
We're running out of time.
We need to speed things up.
- How are your people getting on with that web address?
- They're getting somewhere, just not fast enough
to help us.
Diyu is a ghost.
- How many times have you gone up against this Diyu before?
- We've been chasing him for years.
First time we got nothing.
It was a senator.
We had him in protective custody
in a fortified cabin in the middle of nowhere,
20 agents around the cabin, and Diyu snuck past all of them
and managed to put a bullet in the back of the senator's head.
I still don't know how he did it.
- He didn't do it.
- Excuse me?
- You know your Sherlock Holmes?
When you've eliminated the impossible, what remains,
however improbable, must be the truth.
One of your agents killed the senator.
- Absolutely not.
I handpicked my team.
I would vouch for every man and woman.
- Which is why you didn't consider them.
Now, we know that Diyu has no qualms in using
family to get what he wants.
So one of your agents must have been vulnerable--
a child they'd die for.
And Diyu could have put a gun to that child's head
and said, you kill the senator, or else.
- One of my team quit soon after.
I thought it was because we failed.
- I didn't know.
I didn't dream anything like this would happen.
I am so sorry.
I'll hand myself over to Diyu.
I'll make this right.
I-- I just need to see Charlotte first.
- Well, you need to have a drink first.
There's something you need to know
before you talk to Charlotte.
- But first, Cormac, we found Vicky.
Don't worry.
She's okay.
They've taken her to a hospital in town.
- Thank god.
- I'll get one of my people to drive you over.
- You should get yourself that drink.
Did you see anything in those books
about the League of Asclepius?
- Yes, actually.
It was a secret organization somewhere
between the Illuminati and the Freemasons.
This area used to actually be part of their heartlands
back in the day.
Why do you ask?
- They were Irish? - No, god, no.
Much bigger.
Global.
Puppetmasters influencing global events.
They think Leon Czolgosz was working with them.
- Leon Czolgosz?
- Shot President McKinley.
1901? - Yeah.
- That happened a long time ago.
Would they still be around today?
- That's hard to say.
This is the thing with secret organizations.
They don't exactly advertise.
- Yes, they do.
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[glass shatters]
- Yikes.
- I know who Diyu is.
- What did I miss?
- Why didn't you tell me you were sick?
- Oh, I'm not sick, darling.
It's just a migraine.
I didn't want it to be true.
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♪ ♪
- You have him?
- We do.
- This is what I want you to--
- No.
We're not handing him over until we get--
- You're in no position to negotiate.
- We disagree.
We have what you want.
You have what we want.
And you've proven that you can get to any of us
whenever you want.
You agree to our terms, or we'll
hand Johnny over to the FBI.
- Very well.
Well, if you try to double cross me, you and your partner
will be my next targets.
- [banging on the box]
[loud thud]
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[music intensifies]
♪ ♪
- Oh my god! Dad!
Come on.
Wake up!
Dad, come on. Wake up.
Dad.
Okay, come on. Dad!
Come on, wake up.
Okay. Come on, Dad.
Wake up.
Dad, wake up.
Dad, you need to wake up.
Dad!
You need to wake up, Dad!
♪ ♪
- [coughs]
- Dad!
Are you okay? Are you okay?
- Oh, lord!
Are you hurt?
- No, I'm fine.
Oh!
I'm so glad you're okay.
[intense music]
♪ ♪
- Is there a way out?
- Nothing.
It's an empty room.
- How do we get up there?
- No idea.
- Oh, god!
[loud bang]
- You hear that?
[bang]
- I have eyes on two.
- Oh my god!
- Are you hurt?
- We're okay!
- Thank god!
- Help!
Help!
I'm here!
Please! Please!
I'm here!
Quick!
Please, help! Thank you!
Thank you so much!
Thank you!
- Ma'am, we have all three hostages alive and well.
- Oh!
- Good work, Terry.
- I'm going to get you some help now.
You're good to go.
- Can I go home, please?
- We'll need to get a statement,
but you can do that when you feel up to it.
- Thank you.
I heard what Mr. Flood was going to do, hand himself
over like that.
Jeez, he's so brave.
I'd like to thank him before I leave.
Is he here?
- He's in the orangery, I think.
- Okay.
I don't even know what to say to you two.
"Thank you" just seem so inappropriate.
- Don't say anything. - Yeah.
We'll see each other again.
- By the way, do you know who that is?
- No.
- Zara Murray.
The real Zara Murray.
- Her body was discovered about 30
minutes ago in the boot of her car, parked in Dublin airport.
- But you know that, don't you--
Diyu?
- I have no idea what you're on about.
- Do you want to know how we worked it out?
Fergus and I, we figured it out at almost
the exact same moment.
Two things-- the serpent tattoo on your finger.
Members of the league wear a ring.
You could hardly do that.
- And the stain on your sleeve.
- It wasn't on the CCTV footage of you.
- You pre-recorded yourself.
- And hoped no one would notice.
- We did.
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- Well, shit, ain't you two just a mighty pain in the ass?
Y'all know who my clients are?
I won't spend a day in prison.
Trust me.
- We'll see about that. - You won't
- Drop your weapon. Drop your weapon.
- Death by cop is not gonna to happen, I'm afraid.
- Ridiculous.
Shit.
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- I was wrong about you.
Thank you for your help.
- You're welcome.
What's gonna happen to Charlotte now?
- Well, I don't know.
According to Dr. Keys, she probably doesn't
have a lot of time left.
And I'm not sure what we'd gain by prosecuting her.
- And she doesn't remember what she did?
- Yeah, this is also true.
- So we go home now.
There's not gonna be a wedding.
I guess it's back to real life.
- And what's real life for you?
- I have a friend who wants me to give up
everything and live a life of travel, luxury,
good food, and good wine.
- Sounds awful.
- Doesn't it?
- Seriously, though, that's not a life for people like us.
- People like us?
- Oh, come on, Harry.
Look, if you joined the FBI when I did,
you would be my boss by now.
- Well, it sounds like that would be a lot of paperwork.
- You're right.
It would.
Solving the crimes and catching the bad guys,
that's what the likes of you and I do, right?
- Right.
Well, I hope our paths cross again one day
Special Agent Draper.
- I've got a feeling they will, Professor Wild.
- We-- we didn't want to interrupt.
Felt like-- it was the female version of a bromance.
- A bramance.
- [laughs]
- Bramance?
That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.
Bramance.
[chatter]
- Good to see you.
How are you keeping?
- Oh, I'm fine, apart from having to deal
with this one's cooking.
- I'm a great cook.
- As long as you like lasagna.
- Who doesn't like lasagna?
- I love a bit of lasagna if you've
actually got any going spare.
- Are you gonna set a new date?
- Oh, something simpler this time.
- Registry office, a couple of drinks?
- Yeah, zero murders, zero barrels.
- Well, I still need someone to give me away, though.
- Oh, anytime.
- Oh.
- Sweet.
- Couldn't help overhearing as I was listening intently.
Congratulations!
Have I ever mentioned we do a mean triangular sandwich?
- Oh!
- Here we go again.
Yeah, Glenn, once or twice.
- Sample selection, on the house!
Half price.
- Oh, go on, give us one.
- Glenn, you still haven't understood what "on the house"
means, have you?
- No, Harry.
And I hope I never will. - Here, Glenn.
These don't look half bad.
I thought Petra was the triangular sandwich expert.
- Oh she is, yeah.
These are hers.
- What?
- She's been gone for weeks, man.
- Well, I kept them in the fridge, mostly.
- Oh, come on!
Stale sandwiches, dude.
Not-- not okay.
- Please yourselves.
- We need a toast!
Champagne!
- French or Kyrgyzstani?
- French!
- Fair enough.
- What do you mean, Kyrgyzstan?
- Where's Kyrgyzstan?
- He's always after the knock-off champagne--
- Quick question-- where do I send my invoice?
- Invoice for what?
- Acting services.
You get a case involving a plumber,
you wouldn't expect him to fit a bidet for free.
- And how would we be solving a murder with a bidet?
- I wouldn't know.
I'm not a plumber.
- Send it to the FBI. [laughs]
- Oh, here, are you going to be back for Easter?
- I think so.
Mom made me promise to come back every vacation.
- I was thinking maybe we can--
- It's Ryan.
I'll be right back.
- Ryan.
- Even the darkest night will end, and the sun will rise.
- I don't think Victor Hugo helps, Harry.
- You recognize that?
- Yeah.
It's "Les Miserables."
They're still teaching the course
that you said to Trinity.
[bottle pops]
- Oh!
- Hey!
- There you go.
- Thank you.
- That's right.
- Okay.
- Everyone got one?
Toast.
Ready?
Cheers!
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