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Meredith.

We need to talk.

When’s the next time
you’re gonna have a chance

to walk around
free and easy in France?

I love my new family.

Very much.

And I would never do anything
to put them at risk.

I hate funerals.

Everyone hates funerals.

It would be weird
if you liked them.

It just feel like
I’ve spent half my life

staring at a dead body in a box.

Well, lucky for you,
the former préfet was cremated.

Hold it.
What is all this, anyway?

And what is that song?

It’s a protest chant,
"Hymne des femmes."

On the plight of women
around the world.

Beschet.
Wow.

They must be here
because of him.

Jeffrey Beschet,
the world-renowned violinist.

You’re a monster, Beschet!

He’ll pay for what he did!

Allez, allez!

Ma voiture!

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hi.

Jeffrey Beschet’s been
getting death threats all week.

He’s a very popular guy.

Yeah,
in the worst possible way.

Multiple sexual assault charges
tend to make people angry.

And not a second of jail time.

Despite a conviction.

What are we doing
at his father’s funeral anyway?

Prefect Beschet
was my predecessor.

It’s a sign of respect
for the SPMP

to be represented here.

Check out that hat.

It’s a real commitment.

Bit dramatic.

You’ve gotta be kidding me.

What?

Oh.

You didn’t know she’d be here?

Nope.

Well, Prefect Beschet
was involved in lots of, um,

high-profile immigration cases.

Maybe he and Meredith
worked together.

I’m a man of few words.

The best tribute
that I can give my papa

is by playing the piece
he loved most.

Jeffrey!

Jeffrey! Jeffrey!

He’s gone.
I’m sorry.

No!

The son of
a former prefect is dead,

and a lot of high-profile people
are pushing for answers.

Yeah, my phone’s
blowing up as well.

I don’t care if this isn’t
an official homicide, Marcus.

You need to treat it as one
until we know it’s not.

Yes, ma’am.
You heard the lady.

Yeah, we-- we’ve got
the church locked down.

We’re collecting
all the passports,

IDs of all the guests.

No one can leave Saint-Pierre.
We get it.

I appreciate it.

I know we’re flying blind here,
but find out anything you can

from the coroner
about the cause of death.

I didn’t kill him.

I would have, maybe,
if I had the chance,

but... I didn’t.

Okay. Well, no one
said that you did, so...

I’m not an idiot.

You’ll pin this on me
the first chance you get.

Les flics ,
you protect your own.

I can assure you,
Jeffrey Beschet

is not our own anything.

A former prefect’s son?
Please.

Well, you’re clearly angry
about all of the allegations

against Beschet.
- Allegations?

You know, this is a kind of
justice, what happened to him.

Well, you better hope that we
don’t find any signs of toxins

or poison in the coffee
you threw in the man’s face.

It was just
a nice hot dark roast.

Dans la voiture.
Tout suite.

Okay, guys, seriously,
I just got here.

I haven’t even had a chance
to pick a playlist.

We know, we know,
it’s just that the prefect

wants this treated like a
homicide until proven otherwise.

Severe nut allergy.

Well, physical symptoms
are consistent

with death
by an anaphylactic allergy.

He was injected with
some kind of allergy pen

by his mother
just before he died.

Clearly, it didn’t do the job.
Seriously, I do need more time.

We understand.

Just a lot of pressure
on all sides for this one.

The famous predator,
Jeffrey Beschet.

Gotta say, I’m not shedding
a tear that he’s on my slab.

Well, we trust that
won’t affect your autopsy.

How about you buzz us
when you’re ready, please?

Okay?

How’s it going?

People aren’t loving
being kept here,

but so far, so good.

Who are those two?

Tim Mislan, Beschet’s security.
We just interviewed him.

He’s pretty messed up
by the whole thing.

He was supposed to escort
Jeffrey to the cathedral,

but was late.

And the guy
sitting next to him?

Writing in his notepad?

Um, writer,
Martin Dutton.

We haven’t interviewed him yet,

but apparently he was
travelling with Beschet,

writing his memoir.

She’s lost her husband
and her son in one week.

Can I get her home?

Perhaps we can take
Mrs. Beschet’s IDs,

so she doesn’t have to
go stand in line.

Yeah, of course.

My partner and I are going
to get to the bottom of this.

You think
someone did this to him?

My son was a genius,

a master at his craft,

a global phenomenon.

If this wasn’t an accident,
those people,

those women
who tried to discredit him...

They’re the ones.

Look at them.

You’ll find the person
who took my son from me.

We will be looking at everyone,
I assure you.

My Jeffrey’s music
brought light to this world.

That is his legacy,
not nonsense accusations.

We’re aware that
he received death threats.

A number of people
wanted to see your son harmed.

The letters and worse,
were any sent to your home?

What arrived in the mail
went directly into the fire.

And then I notified
your station.

"What great men do,
the lesser will prattle of."

People were jealous of Jeffrey.

Police were
no friends to my son.

If I suspect you have
any prejudices against him,

there will be consequences.

My husband may be gone,

but I still wield power
in this town.

One side thinks
we’re protecting the creep,

the other side thinks
we’re persecuting him.

Meredith.
It’s nice to finally meet you.

Arch. Likewise.

Uh, our kids can’t stop
talking about how cool you are.

Ashling loved
the horseback riding lessons,

so, thanks...

for being so cool.

I’ll give you two a second.

Oh man, I was weird, wasn’t I?

Well, you weren’t exactly...
cool.

- Oh, God.
- It was fine.

A heads-up you were coming
would’ve been nice.

It was a last-minute thing.

I... honestly did not know
you’d be at the funeral.

We were planning on
heading home right away.

Don’t worry,
Mom’s watching the kids.

Oh, great.

I’m sure they’ll be rolling
their own smokes in no time.

Yeah.

You said "we."
So, Mr. Premier...

He’s here with you?

I didn’t see him inside.

Robert had some meetings
he’s been putting off

in Saint-Pierre,
so he tagged along.

But, seeing how
you police have us

trapped on this island
for the night...

why don’t we all have dinner?

You want me to have dinner
with you and Robert?

Why not?

Bring a friend
if you need a buffer.

It’ll be nice.

6:30?
- Totally.

6:30, totally.

Absolutely not!
No. No way!

- Why? It would be fun.
- Fun?

Are you out of your mind?

You want me to have dinner
with your ex-wife

and your arch-nemesis?
Not happening.

Gee, I’m just looking
for a little backup here.

No, Fitz,
you’re looking for a wingman...

woman... whatever.

And this is so not my vibe!

Why would you
put yourself through it?

Everyone alive knows
you hate O’Brien.

I dislike O’Brien

to an extreme amount,
degree, whatever,

but I don’t know if I hate him.

He’ll be insecure about
being reminded that you

basically saved him
from a life behind bars.

And you,
you’ll be five whiskey sours in.

Uh, likely seven,
if I’m being real.

And we know what you get like
when you’re on the whiskey.

I... I do get cocky.

I predict by entrée,
a bare-knuckle mashup,

and I am carrying you
to the emergency all over again.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You think that O’Brien
would beat me in a fistfight?

Arch?

I got like
a million coffee cups

from the dumpster
behind the church to test

for poisons or toxins.

Why didn’t you just test
Jeffrey’s coffee-stained shirt?

I climbed through that
disgusting slop for nothing.

We’re also testing the food
from the wake, the inhaler,

and epinephrine injector.

Test Jeffrey’s violin
and bow for surface poisons,

but tell them
to be very careful.

That violin
is worth more than

our worldly possessions
combined.

Okay, let’s hear it.

We all know
Jeffrey Beschet has multiple

allegations
for sexual misconduct.

And a conviction for
an assault involving a minor.

The victim,
only known as Jane Doe,

was one of his students

when he was in residence
at the University of Toronto.

He was tried
and convicted in absentia.

He fled to France
as a French national

and avoided extradition.

Right.
If he set foot on Canadian soil,

he would have been arrested.

This is
a slippery one for us.

We know the guy’s a predator;
that was proven.

But our job is to figure out
how and why he’s dead.

Marcus is right.

Put aside our personal biases

and let’s get
to the bottom of this.

All I did
was speak the truth.

I run my mouth when I’m angry.

What else do you do
when you’re angry?

You protestors,
you’re organized.

You arranged
to come to Saint-Pierre

before Beschet
had booked his flight.

Yeah, we have ways
of getting info on him.

Knowing where he’s gonna be.

"Make Him Pay."
You founded that site.

With some others, yeah.

It’s just, you’ve got
quite the comment history.

You really don’t hold back,
do you?

"I want to tie him up."

"Jeffrey deserves what’s
coming to him and it will come."

"Retribution."

"Death isn’t enough."

And that’s all from your handle,
your IP address.

I know.

Well, I wrote them,
and I meant every single word.

As you know,
my chat room’s dedicated

to taking down Jeffrey Beschet.

Did you want to see him dead?

Jeffrey Beschet
was Jane Doe’s instructor.

She trusted him.

He drugged her.

And, uh, I don’t need
to tell you what else he did.

Her life was ruined.

She went from top of her class,

on track to becoming
a world-class violinist,

to dropping out and spending
some time on the streets.

What did Beschet get?

An honorary doctorate.

I’ll take that as a yes.

You can take it how you like.

But as far as I’m concerned,
Jeffrey deserved

a much more painful

and a hell of a lot
longer death.

How does he have so much detail
on the Jane Doe/Beschet case?

She was under 18.
The details were sealed.

Check this out.

Why are we looking at her?

I dug deeper into
"Make Him Pay."

Ingrid Moore, she’s
Andy Mitchell’s co-founder.

They flew in on the same flight.

That’s the woman
I pointed out at the funeral

with the big dramatic hat.

She’s also had multiple
restraining orders

from Jeffrey Beschet.

Okay, send her photo
to every cop

that’s at the church right now.

Do not let her leave.

There she is.
Ingrid, stop!

Fitz!

I know, I know!

Arch, I know!

Aah!

She’s alive!

I’m on it!

Look what we found
in the back of Ingrid’s van.

Let’s see here.

Chloroform...

A map, and zip ties...

Wait...

Those are directions
to the cathedral.

And Jeffrey Beschet’s house.

It’d be great to hear
her explain this.

How’s she doing, anyway?

The medics aren’t seeing
signs of neck or brain injuries.

A few cuts and bruises.

She’ll need to get
to the hospital, just in case.

Okay, you go with her,
and the second

she’s well enough,
we need to speak to her.

And let’s get someone
to bag this all up.

Natasha’s got an update for us.

Okay, so your vic,
the dick,

still can’t confirm
if it was murder or not.

This will be a lot of
wasted time if it turns out

he choked out on a tooth
or something.

Not a tooth.

Our buddy boy here had
anaphylactic shock, for sure.

Tiny residue of peanut allergen
on the lips, in the mouth,

possibly in the throat,
but Jeffrey hadn’t had food

in his stomach for hours.

If this was a peanut allergy
reaction, it’s instantaneous,

even if it’s airborne.

In my humble opinion,
there wouldn’t have been

enough allergen
in his system to kill him.

And if he didn’t eat it,
how’d he get the allergen

in his lips and mouth?

The asthma inhaler.

He took a hit of that inhaler
right before he died.

He’s so smart, isn’t he?

I had the same idea.

But the epi-injector
should have saved his life.

That’s what they’re for, yeah.

Still waiting on
Jeffrey Beschet’s blood,

urine analysis, but...

If the inhaler
was tampered with...

The prefect has her official
murder investigation.

How you feelin’?

Little worse for wear.

I bet. That was quite
a stunt you pulled.

Should we start there,
the multiple charges

you’re facing for evading
law enforcement,

the car chase, or...

Or just start with why you ran?

We know about your record
with Jeffrey Beschet,

the assault charges,
restraining orders.

The duffel bag
with a kidnapping kit.

We have your partner
in crime in custody.

That’s why he wasn’t
picking up my calls.

I was worried.

You and Andy, we know
you run the website together.

Is there more
to your relationship?

We live together.

Andy’s an amazing person.

His support...

he’s just been there for me.

So, he’s supportive of what,
your kidnapping plan?

Zip ties, baton, tape...

chloroform.

That is impressive.

Chloroform is not easy to get.

Was the plan to grab Jeffrey,
then kill him?

Andy said he wanted
to see Jeffrey die,

painfully and slowly.

But this wasn’t about torture,
Ingrid, was it?

It was about consent.

A simple little concept
that Jeffrey Beschet

never understood.

A man like him, he never
had to face consequences.

And as long as he was here
in Saint-Pierre,

he couldn’t be extradited.

But he would have
to face them in Canada.

You’d just had to get him there.

I knew Jeffrey.

He wouldn’t have
lasted six minutes

in a maximum-security prison.

That’s what I wanted.
For him to suffer.

Like I did.

Like I do every day.

Even if it meant
serving time yourself?

I knew I’d get out eventually.

Find peace.

Maybe closure.

Maybe I’d even be able
to look at a violin...

play again
without wanting to smash it.

Ingrid is Jane Doe?

Yes, she was the minor,

Beschet’s victim
from ten years ago.

They were gonna extradite
him themselves, not kill him.

- Are you sure?
- Oh, yeah.

I mean, I wouldn’t let them
run free or anything,

but Andy and Ingrid,
they wanted Beschet alive.

To make him pay for his crimes.

She wanted him to rot in prison.

That would serve as his hell.

Suppose it isn’t
Ingrid and Andy,

where does that leave us?

Looking for a new suspect.

We need to take a look at
his inner circle, his family,

anyone close to him...

and work our way out.

Interesting.

They’re my husband’s.

He loved to collect
unique specimens.

I personally
find them revolting.

Mr. Dutton?
Martin?

You’re on our list
of people to speak to.

Mr. Dutton was just leaving.

I want my notebook.
It’s my property.

Ça suffit!

I told you, your stupid notebook
is not here.

Now leave.
You’re upsetting Madame.

I’m staying
at the Hotel Robert, room 208.

If you need me,
I’ll be three martinis deep.

Maria practically
raised Jeffrey.

She cannot stand
that so-called author.

Why is that?

He filled Jeffrey’s head
with the idea of a book.

He’s a leech.

My Jeffrey sparkled.

Everyone saw it.

I want to show you something.

I wanted to keep his studio
just like this.

Even after Jeffrey moved away.

It allowed me to remember him
as he was, as a child.

His music would fill the house.

The Grand Larocque medal.

Jeffrey received it
for his commitment

to the promotion
of young musical talent.

Jeffrey had
a peanut allergy, right?

My own son has one as well.

It’s a lot to keep track of,
isn’t it?

I have the same affliction.

So, between us,
we have those

allergy pen injector things
all over the place.

Every drawer, every box.

I’m sorry.

It’s been a tough week for you.

Even the darkest hour
is only 60 minutes.

Madame, come on,
let’s get you some rest.

Thank you
for trying to find out

what happened to my Jeffrey.

Oh, of course.

If you don’t mind,
we’re just gonna...

we’re gonna keep looking around.

We’d love to get to know
Jeffrey a little bit more.

Thank you.

No wonder he turned out
to be a psychopath.

He was raised from day one
being told he was a god.

Nice one.

I did not know
you played piano.

Well, there’s a lot
you don’t know about me, Arch.

I think we just
found the notebook

Martin Dutton was looking for.

This whole thing’s
in shorthand.

Wait...
How do you know shorthand?

Well, we were taught it
in basic training.

It can be super useful
in fast-paced situations.

Mmm.

It must have been hard
to read it with no electricity.

Oh, but I guess you had
candlelight way back then.

You...

You’re calling me old?
That’s a good one.

An age joke.
That’s really good.

Clearly your mind’s
still sharp.

Well, I’ll take that.

Arch...

This is a list
of women’s names...

including Ingrid Moore.

A list of Jeffrey Beschet’s
victims?

And there are a lot of names.

Martin Dutton
was digging into the truth

about Beschet’s
predatory behaviour.

I think it’s time
we go talk to Martin.

Martin said room 208.

Fitz...

Martin?

Is anyone here?

No, it’s just me.

Oh, I’m okay.

I’m okay.

He burst down the door
and then he just came at me.

Who?

The goon the Beschet family
hired to protect Jeffrey.

Tim.

He’s an absolute Luddite.

So, he broke in,
and then what happened?

Trashed the place,
looking for my notebook.

I tried to reason with him,
but he...

he was in a blind rage.

Well, he probably thought
that you killed his boss.

Did you?

Oh, good God,
not you too.

Of course I didn’t kill him.

Look, I’m afraid
that Tim is gonna find

and destroy my notebook,
and my months

of following Jeffrey around
will be for naught.

Well...

Where did you...?

Jeffrey was hiding it
at his place.

Is this a list
of Jeffrey’s victims?

I have them on the record.

One of them lives here
in Saint-Pierre.

I was on my way to see her when,
uh, well, when this happened.

We’re gonna need
her contact information.

Well, that’s
a confidential source.

She’s also
a potential murder suspect.

Of course.

Are there any other
people on this list

that are here in Saint-Pierre?

You spoke with Ingrid Moore.

Poor Ingrid.

You know, Jeffrey
all but ruined her life.

And she risked everything
to come forward,

to testify, and for what?

Bastard never spent
a day in prison.

Jeffrey assumed you were
writing a puff piece.

But you were planning
to take him down.

I was gonna tell the truth.

Jeffrey was delusional.

He was so full of himself
that he hired me,

an actual journalist who prides
himself on getting to the truth,

to write a vanity book for him.

Did Jeffrey figure that out?

Yes.
He and Tim...

they were trying to stop me.

Why Tim?

When the truth comes out,
Tim is going to be implicated.

And the world will learn
about all of the payoffs.

May I have that?

Right now it’s evidence,

but I’m sure
we can get you a copy.

Martin, it’s not lost on us
that with Jeffrey dead,

the stock value of your book
has considerably increased.

I didn’t kill Jeffrey.

And yes, I’ll make some money,
raise my cachet, whatever,

but my book is for them,
the survivors,

the people Jeffrey terrorized.

The coffee Andy Mitchell
threw on Beschet’s shirt

contained no toxins.

Keep Andy and Ingrid Moore
in holding

until we know exactly
how Beschet died.

Someone please tell me
you have something.

I’m getting it from all sides.

We’re getting there.

I get the pressure you’re under,

but getting things right
takes time.

There’s a BOLO out
for Beschet’s bodyguard,

and we have his passport.

He’s not gonna be able
to leave the island.

Martin Dutton...
I don’t think he was involved,

but his notes might be the key
to this whole thing.

He was supposed
to meet with one

of Jeffrey’s alleged victims.

She’s here on the island.

Renuf, go get her details
from Martin.

We need her tracked down, please.

I’m on it.

Martin mentioned payouts,
and his notes certainly indicate

that there was some hush money
paid out to his victims.

I looked into
Jeffrey’s financials

and can find
no such transactions.

Right, right,
but listen to this, okay?

J drunk, quote,

"The lengths Mama
will go to for me," end quote.

"K came up with
what was needed."

Okay, J for Jeffrey,
K Kathleen, his mother.

Right, so it looks like
Beschet was offering money

to his victims,
up to hundreds of thousands.

Was his mother
behind the payouts?

The Beschets
have some assets,

but that seems
beyond their means.

Unless...

Since I assumed
the prefect post,

I’ve been trying to make
heads or tails of the books.

There’s almost a quarter of
a million Euros unaccounted for.

Where are all these
transfers going?

To another account,
Saint-Pierre Surplus.

But when I try
to access the account,

my credentials don’t work.

I’ve been meaning to get
to the bank to resolve it.

I think now would be the time.

The inhaler.
Fitz was right.

Traces of peanut powder,
but as I suggested,

not sufficient enough
to cause his death.

Also found little to no
epinephrine in his system.

How is that possible?

The entire church watched
Jeffrey’s mother

stab him with this thing.

It was also messed with.

It had high traces
of tetrodotoxin.

Tetrodotoxin?
Are you sure?

Yes, Arch, I’m sure.

Anhydrotetrodotoxin,
to be specific.

Can one of you please
speak some English?

Or even French would be nice.

Tetrodotoxin is a neurotoxin

which blocks the body’s
sodium channels,

leading to paralysis,

but in the worst cases, death.

Neurotoxin poisoning
presents as...

Fatal allergic reaction.
Like a peanut allergy.

So, Beschet was murdered,

and someone staged his death

to look like
a normal allergic reaction.

Whoever killed him
knew he would use the inhaler.

His puffer, it was laced
with a peanut allergen.

So then what?
The killer topped up

the epi-injector with the toxin?

This is our murder weapon.

Okay, so where does
one get this poison?

It’s rare.

Maybe a marine organism
like a starfish or blowfish?

Where was the last place
that we saw

a bunch of jars of
smelly, ugly fish?

Are we really thinking
Kathleen Beschet

killed her own son?

Maybe.

If she found out that Jeffrey
let it slip to Martin

about the payouts
to the victims.

She protected the creep
for all these years,

only to be betrayed by him?

Still... seems a bit
extreme for filicide.

Kathleen?

Maria?

Something isn’t right.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Tim, pal.

Tell us where Kathleen Beschet
and Maria Loomis are right now.

I told you.

Neither Maria or Kathleen
were there when I arrived.

Our officers are searching
the island,

and we will find them.

Mm, and when we do,

you better hope
they say the same thing.

Who trashed the place?

Not me.

I was there...

I had my own plan...

that didn’t involve
either Maria or Kathleen.

What was your own plan, Tim?

Did you know the jars
in the Beschets’ home

contain a toxin,

the very toxin
that killed Jeffrey?

You had quite the haul.

Jeffrey’s prized medal, and...

that violin must be worth...

Millions.

You were
cleaning them out.

I knew they were
gonna cut me loose.

With Jeffrey dead,

Kathleen wanted me gone.

Maria was gonna fire me.

Mm, so you wanted a little
self-made severance package?

I took some photos
of Martin Dutton

on my phone
after you worked him over.

Why did you attack him?

He’s writing that book
about Jeffrey.

His victims,
the sexual assaults...

You’re in there.

Are you a predator too, Tim?

No, not in the way
Martin was implying.

I mean, I looked the other way.

I didn’t know what Jeffrey
was up to specifically, but...

But... you never
called him out.

Honestly, I tried...

to keep young women away.

But they were
like flies to a light.

Jeffrey had that effect
on everyone.

Even me.

Did you kill Jeffrey?

No.

No, maybe I should have.

The prefect was amazing.

The bank manager
came in personally.

Kathleen Beschet
has lived here most of her life.

She’s well-liked and respected.

The manager couldn’t say
enough about how lovely she was,

helping her husband
with the books.

She opened that surplus account
on behalf of the former prefect.

She then transferred funds
from the town’s budget

to her secret account,
then to her personal account.

And until now, no one suspected
anything was amiss.

Kathleen was embezzling
government funds.

Then using that money
to pay Jeffrey’s victims

to keep them silent.

Nadia Lemski, local woman

Martin was interviewing
about Jeffrey.

She was hesitant to come in,
but she’s here.

Patty, is Nadia’s name
on that list of transfers?

Yeah,
I do remember that name,

but her payments stopped
just one month ago.

Receiving
this money wasn’t illegal.

No one’s implying that.

We’re just looking
for clarification

on the nature of the payments.

It’s been a significant amount

over the past three years
from Kathleen Beschet.

What were the payments for?

Martin Dutton, the...

the writer, he was doing
the tell-all on Jeffrey Beschet.

We know he was speaking
to you as one of Beschet’s...

as one of...

the survivors.

It’s tough to talk about.

We see that.

But it really looks like you’ve
been receiving hush money

from Kathleen to stay quiet
about her son’s behaviour.

Then suddenly...

the payments, they ended,
about a month ago.

I mean, this is all relevant.

We’re investigating
a murder here.

The payment stopped,
and now Jeffrey’s dead.

Do you think...

are you accusing me
of killing Jeffrey Beschet?

We just want to hear your side.

Jeff was an entitled monster.

There was a settlement.

I signed an NDA.

Right.
Then suddenly, the payments...

you just,
you didn’t want them anymore,

so...

Help us.
What changed?

My conscience.

I knew if I stayed quiet,
he could continue.

Hurt more women, girls.

Is that why you broke your NDA

and agreed to speak
with Martin Dutton?

Yes.

I figured the worst had
already happened to me.

Even the darkest hour
is only 60 minutes, right?

Even the darkest hour
is only 60 minutes.

We recently heard
someone say that.

Those exact words.

You’re related?

My mother.

She’s worked for that family
since I was a child.

Did your mother know about
what Jeffrey did to you?

She loved her job.

I knew if I told her,
she’d quit, or worse.

But you did tell her.

She found the bank statement.

She asked me why Kathleen
was sending me money.

When I told her...

she felt beyond awful,

like it was somehow her fault.

I told her that I’m happy now.

I’m in a loving marriage.

I’m not saying that I’m over
what that asshole did to me,

but I can’t, I won’t,
let that...

him...

define the rest of my life.

What did your mother
think about the money?

She was furious at Kathleen.

Betrayed.

Said she’d make things right.

Do you know where
your mother is right now?

The Beschets
have a fishing cabin,

just out past Savoyard.

Drink the tea.

It’ll be a cleaner death than me

putting one of these
through your skull.

We...

my family
has known you for decades.

Maria, you are family.

Family!

Oh, Kathleen...

you knew
what Jeffrey did to Nadia.

Such unspeakable things.

And I was the one who
brought her into this vile web.

How do you think I feel?

I was trying
to make things right...

with Nadia.

Don’t even whisper
her name.

You were paying her
to keep quiet!

Admit it!

Yes!
I stole the money.

I was protecting him.

But who was protecting my girl?

The tea...

it’s the same poison
used on Jeffrey.

Maria... you didn’t.

You didn’t kill my son.

Drink it!

Keep that gun pointed exactly
where it is and do not move.

Please, Maria,
or we will have no choice.

We heard Kathleen’s confession
just now.

We heard all of it.

We have proof
of her embezzlement.

Kathleen will face
the consequences of her actions.

So will I,
for what I did to that monster.

You heard all that, didn’t you?

Why should I give in?

What have I got to live for now?

You’ve got Nadia to live for.

Maria, your daughter.

She’s gonna need you.

Listen, we met her today.

She’s a lovely person.

We know she’d very much
like to see you again.

Alive.

Okay, okay...

That’s it.
That’s it.

That’s it.

Mom!

They’re both victims
of Jeffrey’s reign of terror.

That could have been
stopped by his mother.

They say you can separate
the man from the art,

but I fully intend
on incinerating

all my Jeffrey Beschet albums.

I’ve already deleted his music
from my phone.

Where’s Fitz?

Um, likely being tortured
at this very moment.

O’BRIEN: So, yes, governing
with a minority is harder,

but that’s the job--
the job is governing

for the folks
that didn’t vote for it.

You mean the idiots
who didn’t vote for you.

O’BRIEN: You want
another one of those, Fitz?

I mean, just ’cause
I’m not drinking doesn’t mean

you and Mer can’t tie one on.

I’ve already got one ordered,
so thanks.

Does that mean you’re back
on the wagon again, then?

Yeah. I think we all know
the last time I drank alcohol

in Saint-Pierre,
things didn’t go great.

Yeah, I told Meredith everything
about the bachelor party...

and how you helped me.

Robert and I don’t
keep secrets.

I was just doing my job.

Well, you seem
better at it here.

Okay, let’s not
get into anything too heavy,

shall we now, boys?

Oh, if you’re not
getting into anything heavy,

I’m going to turn
right back around.

Premier.

Deputy Chief.

I’m so glad
you could make it, Arch.

So, how did you two meet?

Um, I was
representing a client.

O’BRIEN: He wanted
refugee status.

Robert got an extension
for my client,

and I was able to obtain
all the necessary documentation.

It’s very romantic.

And... and you two,
you two made wonderful kids.

I mean, it’s just--
I’m delighted

to be able
to co-parent with you.

And believe me,
they love their father,

and they tell me often.

Oh, uh...

I’m sorry, I have to take this.

Getting cell reception
here has been awful.

Pardon me.
Hello?

And I’ll make a move
on some fresh drinks.

- Anything for you, Meredith?
- Uh, I’m good, thanks.

I appreciate you trying to
make things easier with Robert.

Well, he’s co-parenting
with me, so...

And you?

- I’m good.
- Mm-hm?

Uh-huh.

How far along are you?

What are you talking about?

Come on, Mer.

You’re pregnant.

I know you’re pregnant.

Meredith, you know I know.

Fitz...

I haven’t even told Robert.

There are no secrets
between you two, hey?

Okay, what did we miss?

Oh, uh...
Thank you.

Um, what did they miss,
Meredith?

Anything?

No.

Only three.

I’m proud of you.

Maybe no fists
will fly over dinner after all.

Oh, it’s only early yet.

So... who’s hungry?

Excuse me for a second.

O’BRIEN: Perhaps
we’ll share...