About “How to Get to Heaven from Belfast” in a few words:

How to Get to Heaven from Belfast is a brand‑new Netflix series from the creator of Derry Girls that blends comedy, mystery, and crime in a way that feels both strange and familiar. When three childhood friends — Saoirse, Robyn, and Dara — are pulled back together by news of a fourth’s death, they quickly realize nothing is as simple as it seems. What starts as a reunion turns into a head‑scratching adventure across Ireland chasing down the truth about their shared past and a former friend who might not be gone after all.

Meet the characters from How to Get to Heaven from Belfast

Saoirse

Saoirse is that heartbeat of the story — stubborn, luminous, and way too honest for her own good. She’s got this stubborn streak where she’ll argue with a storm and then cry at a song five minutes later, which is honestly adorable and exhausting. Somehow practical and dreamy at the same time; she carries a battered notebook full of plans she never follows and poems she rereads like evidence. Oh and she claims she hates parties but will absolutely dance alone under kitchen lights (but maybe only when no one’s watching?).

Robyn

Robyn is chaos wrapped in a smile that can talk you into trouble or out of it, depending on her mood (which is often dramatic, in the best way). She’s razor-sharp, funny, quick to defend the people she loves, and likes to make terrible puns during tense moments — classic Robyn move. There’s a real wild streak: brave, impulsive, loves a dare, but also surprisingly cautious about small things like recycling and expiry dates, which is a weird combo that somehow works. She’s the friend who’ll drag you into an adventure and bring snacks, and then text you a full apology poem later.

Dara

Dara is quiet and steady but there’s this volcanic interior life that peeks out in little flashes — a look, a joke, a sudden, fierce decision. She tends to observe first, speak later, and when she does speak it lands, which makes her feel older and smarter than she probably is (not a complaint). Loyal to a fault, very pragmatic, but with a soft corner for ridiculous movies and conspiracies about pigeons — yes, pigeons — don’t ask, I think she has theories. She also has a tiny, secret habit of collecting sugar packets for reasons she can’t explain and will deny if pressed.

Greta

Greta is blunt, brutally honest, and entirely incapable of small talk, which is refreshing and terrifying in equal measure. She’s part wise matriarch, part mischief-maker, the kind who’ll hand you a cup of tea and then tell you why tea is nonsense — and you’ll still take it because she makes the best scones. Sometimes she’s painfully practical, sometimes unexpectedly sentimental (books hidden under the floorboards, really), and she contradicts herself like it’s a sport — “I don’t like drama” followed by three dramatic life-saving speeches in a row. Basically, she’s the person you want in your corner and the one who’ll make you throat-laugh at 2 a.m. for no reason.