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Meredith.

We need to talk.

Not the next time you're going to 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 funeral.

Everyone hates funeral.

It would be weird if you liked them.

I feel like I'm going to have more life staring at a dead body in a box.

Well, look, if we knew the form of purgatory, we could make it. What is all

this, anyway? What is this all?

It's a protest against indie family and the plight of women around the world.

Bichette. Oh.

They must be here because of him.

Jeffrey Bichette, the world -renowned violinist.

You're a monster, Bessette!

You're a

monster, Bessette!

Jeffrey Bichette's been getting death threats all week. He's a very popular

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 Bichette was my predecessor.

It's my respect for the SPMP to be represented here.

Check out that hat.

It's real commitment.

A bit dramatic.

You've got to be kidding me.

What?

Oh, you didn't know she'd be here?

Nope. Well, Professor Bouchette was involved in lots of 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!

He's gone.

I'm sorry.

No!

None of them.

A former prefect is dead, and a lot of high -profile people are pushing for

answers. Yeah, my phone is blowing up as well. I don't care if this isn't an

official homicide, Marcus.

We need to treat it as one until we know it's not.

Yes, ma 'am.

You heard the lady. Yeah, but we've got the church locked down. We're collecting

all the passports, IDs of all the guests.

No one can leave St. 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

that you did, so I'm not an idiot.

Depend this on me the first chance you get.

They feel like you protect your own. I can assure you, Jeffrey Bouchette is not

our own anything.

Former prefect's son?

Please. You're clearly angry about all of the allegations against Bichette.

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's just a nice hot dark roast.

Don't have white cereal. Good treat.

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 was treated like a homicide

proven otherwise.

Severe nut allergy.

Well, physical symptoms are consistent with death by an anaphylactic allergy.

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 Bichette.

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 is one.

Bashat'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 his notepad?

Um, writer, Martin Dutton. We haven't interviewed him yet, but apparently he

traveling with Bichette, writing his memoir.

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

Can I get her home?

Perhaps we can take Mrs.

Bichette'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

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 letter and words, were any sent to your home?

What arrived in the mail went directly into the fire.

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.

All right.

Likewise.

Our kids can't stop talking about how cool you are.

Aisling loved the horseback riding lesson, so thanks for being so

cool.

I'll give you two a second.

Oh, man, I was weird, wasn't I? You weren't exactly tool.

Oh, God.

It was fine.

A heads -up you were coming would have 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.

And don't worry, Mom's watching the kids.

Oh, great. I'm sure they'll be around 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'd been putting off in St. Pierre, so he packed

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. 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. I'm just looking for a little backup here. No, Fitz, you're

looking for a weak man, woman, whatever.

And this is so not my vibe. Why would you put yourself through it?

Everyone alive knows you hate O 'Brien. I did like O 'Brien to an extreme

amount, degree, whatever, but I don't know if I hate him.

You'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.

Like C7, if I'm being real.

And we know what you get like when you're on a whiskey.

I do get cocky.

I predict by entree a bare knuckle mashup.

And I am carrying you to the emergency all over again. Wait, wait, wait. You

think that O 'Brien would beat me in a fist fight?

Merch?

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 stain shirt?

The client said this got me fucked for nothing.

We're also testing the food from the wake, the inhaler, and epinephrine

injector. Test Jeffrey's violin and bow for perfect poison, 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 Bouchette has multiple allegations for sexual

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. 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've run my mouth when I'm angry.

What else do you do when you're angry?

You protesters.

You organized.

You arranged to come to Saint -Pierre before Bichette had booked his flight.

Yeah, we have ways of getting info on him. Knowing where he's going to be.

Make him pay.

You founded that fight.

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.

Tiffrey 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.

I wrote them. And I meant every single word.

As you know, my chat room's dedicated to taking down Jeffrey Bichette.

Did you want to see him dead?

Jeffrey Bichette was Jane Doe's instructor.

He trusted him. He drugged her.

And 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 Bichette 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

a lot longer death.

How did they have so much detail on the Jane Doe Bichette case?

She was under 18. The details were sealed.

Check this out.

Why are we looking at her? I dug deeper in to make him pay.

Ingrid Moore. She's Andy Mitchell's co -founder. Be fluent on the things late.

That's the woman appointed at the funeral with the big dramatic hat.

She's also had multiple restraining orders from Jeffrey Bichette.

Okay, send her photo to every cop that's at the church right now. Do not let her

leave.

Increase! Stop!

I know, I know.

Mark, I know.

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

Let's see here.

Chloroform.

Lap. Zip tie.

Wait.

Those are directions to the cathedral.

And Jeffrey Bouchette's house.

It'd be great to hear her explain this.

How's she doing, anyway?

Medics aren't seeing signs of neck or brain injury. 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 bite this on up.

Okay,

so, your dick. The dick.

Still can't confirm if it was murder or not. This would be a lot of wasted time

if it turns out he choked back on a tooth or something.

Not a tooth.

Our buddy boy here had an anaphylactic shock, for sure. Tiny residue of peanut

allergen on the lips and the mouth, possibly in the throat, but Jeffrey

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

system to kill him. And if he didn't eat it?

How'd he get the allergen on 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 AP injector should have saved his life.

That's what they're for, yeah?

Still waiting on Jeffrey Bacheck's blood, urine analysis, but... If the

was tampered with... The prefect has her official murder investigation.

How you feeling?

A little worse for wear?

I bet.

That was quite a stunt you pulled. Should we start there? The multiple

you're facing for evading law enforcement? The car chase?

Or... Or just start with why you ran?

We know about your record with Jeffer Bichette.

The assault charges, restraining orders.

The duffel bag with the kidnapping kid. 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 were on the website together. Is there more to your

relationship?

We live together.

Andy's an amazing person.

He's supportive.

He's been there for me.

So, he's supportive of what? Your kidnapping plan?

It's high baton tape.

Chloroform? That is impressive.

Chloroform is not easy to get.

What's the plan to grab Jeffrey and kill him?

And he 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 Bichette never understood.

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

And as long as he was here in St. Pierre, he couldn't be extradited.

But you would have to face them in Canada.

You'd just have to get him there.

I knew Jeffrey.

He would have left in 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 he'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. A shed victim from ten years ago.

They were going to 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

they wanted Bichette alive.

To make him pay for his crime.

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,

work our way out.

Interesting.

They're my husband.

He loved to collect unique specimens.

I personally find them revolting.

Mr. Dutton?

Martin? Here are a list of people to speak to. Mr.

Dutton was just leaving.

I want my notebook.

It's my property.

I told her 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 can't 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

child. His music would fill the house.

The Grand Laroque Medal.

Jeffrey received it for his commitment to the promotion of young musical

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.

My legs can't do 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 going to...

I'm going to keep looking around.

I'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.

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

Oh, but I guess you had candlelight with that then.

You're calling me old. That's a good one on age joke. That's really good.

Clearly your mind's still sharp.

Well, I'll take that.

All right.

This is a list of women's names, including Ingrid Moore.

A list of Jeffrey Bichette victims.

And there are a lot of names.

Martin Dutton was digging into the truth about Bichette's military behavior.

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

Martin said room 208.

Martin?

Is anyone here?

No, just me.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

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

The goon that was shet -slamming I to protect Jeffrey.

Him.

He's an absolute mud -eater.

So he broke in, and then what happened? Tracked the place looking for my

notebook.

I tried to reason with him, but 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 going to find and destroy my notebook, and my

following Jeffrey around will be for naught.

Well, where did you...

Jeffrey was hiding it at his place.

Is this the list of Jeffrey's victims?

I have them on the record.

One of them lives here in San Piero. I was on my way to see her when this

happened. We're going to need her contact information.

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 San Piero?

You spoke with Ingrid Moore.

Poor Ingrid.

No, Geoffrey all but ruined her life.

She risked everything to come forward to testify, and for what?

Bastard never spent a day in prison.

Geoffrey assumed you were writing a puff piece.

No, you were planning to take him down.

I was going to tell the truth.

Geoffrey 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

Martin, it's not lost on us that with Jeffrey dead, the stock value of your

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 Bichette's shirt contained no toxins.

Keep Andy and Ingrid more in holding until we know exactly how Bichette 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 Bichette's bodyguard, and we have his passport.

He's not going to be able to leave the island.

Martin Dutton. I don't think he was involved, but his note might be the key

this whole thing.

He was supposed to meet with one of Jeffrey's alleged victims.

She's here on the island.

Renouf, 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?

Jay drunk, quote, the length my mom will go to for me, end quote.

Kay came up with what was needed.

Okay, Jay, for Jeffrey.

Kay Kathleen, his mother. Right, so it looks like Bichette was offering money

his victims, up to hundreds of thousands.

Was his mother behind the bail?

The Bichettes have some assets, but that seems beyond their means.

Unless... I assume the Prefect Post have 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.

St. Pierre's 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.

This was right.

Traces of peanut powder, but as I suggested, not sufficient enough to

death. Also found little to no epinephrine in his system. How is that

The entire church watched Jeffrey's mother stab him with this thing. It was

messed with. It had high traces of tetrodotoxin.

Tetrodotoxin. Are you sure?

Yes, Arch, I'm sure.

And hydrotetrodotoxin, 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 channel,

paralysis, but in the worst cases, death.

Neurotoxin poisoning presents a fatal allergic reaction, like a peanut

So Bichette was murdered.

And someone staged his death to look like a normal allergic reaction.

Whoever killed him knew he would use the inhaler. His buffer? It was lathed with

a peanut halogen.

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 Catherine Bouchette killed her own son?

Maybe, if we found out that Jeffrey let a slip to Martin about the payout for

the victim.

She protected the creep for all these years, only to be betrayed by him?

Still seems a bit extreme or vilified.

Something isn't right.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Kim, pal.

Tell us where Kathleen Bouchette 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.

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 Bichette's 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 going to cut me loose.

With Jeffrey dead, Kathleen wanted me gone. Maria was going to fire me.

So you wanted a little self -made severance package?

I took some photos with Martin and Dutton on my phone after you worked them

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 you never called him

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 Bichette 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

husband with the book. 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 Lamsky, local woman, Martin was interviewing about Jeffrey.

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

Patty, isn't that his name on that thesis transfer?

Yeah, I do remember that name.

But her payment stopped just one month ago.

Leaving this money wasn't illegal.

No one's implying that. We're just looking for clarification on the nature

the payments. It's been a significant amount over the past three years from

Kathleen Bichette.

What were the payments for?

Martin Dutton, the writer, he was doing the tell -all on Jeffrey Bichette. We

know he was speaking to you as one of Bichette's... as one of the survivors.

It's... Tough to talk about. We see that.

But it really looks like you've been receiving harsh money from Kathleen to

quiet about her son's behavior.

And suddenly, the payment, 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 Bichette?

We just want to hear your side.

Jeff was an entitled monster.

There was a settlement.

I signed an NDA.

Right. Then suddenly the payment, you just, you didn't want him anymore.

Help us.

What changed?

My content.

I knew if I stayed quiet, he could continue.

Hurt more women.

Girl.

Is that why you broke your NDA and agreed to speak with Martin Dutton?

Yes. I forget the worst that 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 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.

to find 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 Bouchettes have a fishing cabin just out past the hall.

Drink the tea.

It would 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're paying her to keep quiet.

Admit it.

Yes, I stole the money.

I was protecting him.

But who was protecting my girl?

The team.

It's the same poison you used on Jeffrey.

Maria, you didn't.

You didn't kill my son.

Drink it.

That gun pointed exactly where it is and do not move.

Please, Maria.

We will have no choice.

We heard Kathleen's confession just now. We heard all of it. We have proof of

her abettlement.

Kathleen will face the consequences of her actions.

How will I bear 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 going to need you.

Listen, we met her today.

She's a lovely person.

I know she'd very much like to see you again.

Alive.

Okay, okay.

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 Bichette albums.

I've already deleted his music from my phone.

Where's Fitz?

Um, likely being tortured at the very moment.

So, yes, governing was a minority as part of it, but that's the job. The job

governing for the folks that didn't vote for you. You mean the idiots who didn't

vote for you.

You want another one of those fits? I mean, just because I'm not drinking

doesn't mean you and Mary 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 St. Pierre, things

didn't go great.

Yeah, I told.

Meredith everything about the bachelor party.

And how you help me.

Robert and I don't keep secrets.

I was 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.

From here... Deputy Chief.

I'm so glad you could make it.

Art.

So, how did you two meet?

Okay.

I was representing the client.

He wanted refugees, that is. Robert got an extension for my client, and I was

able to obtain all the necessary documentation.

It's very romantic.

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.

I'm sorry, I have to take this. Getting a follow -up reception here has been

awful. Pardon me.

Hello? And I'll make a move on some fresh drinks. Anything for you,

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 -hmm. Uh -huh.

How far along are you?

What are you talking about?

You're pregnant.

I know you're pregnant, Meredith. You know I know.

I haven't even told Robert.

There are no secrets between you two, hey?

Okay, what did we miss? Oh, uh, thank you.

What did they miss, Meredith? Anything?

No.

Only three?

I'm proud of you.

Maybe no fifth will fly over dinner after all.

Oh, it's only early yet.

So who's hungry?

Excuse me for a second.

share that.