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You arrested him at our kid's school. I'm telling you, he's not Mr.

Squeaky Clean.

No one on the island stalks a seven -year -aged mascot.

All right, let's get some glasses for everyone.

Alphonse Nova, you're a beacon in the financial world.

Your philanthropy reaches all across the globe.

But what are you most proud of?

My company, of course.

I built it with my own blood, sweat, and many other people's tears.

Interesting response.

Let me guess. Most people say family.

Oh, yeah.

Family is not an achievement.

Anybody can take vows, procreate.

If family is to be my answer, then maybe mine could really make something of

themselves instead of always falling back on the novena.

And you?

You're new, Mr. Thief Tattoo.

Yeah? I called you like 30 times. You're not getting my texts?

Oh, you mean the string of random numbers? Yeah.

I just thought you were sleep texting.

1042. It's code for homicide.

What do you call it here?

We say an homicide.

I'm on my way.

What I'm saying is, you would have walked right into a moving car if I

rescued you.

What were you even doing up at that hour, anyways?

Something disturbing your sleep?

You don't know me well enough to know what disturbs me.

Seeing Harkis in a bottle of Gallagher's fancy mescal, I couldn't have gone down

lying. Are you kidding me? You need to tell me who did this.

The new curator. He got the job about six weeks ago.

Power was cut to the building.

Apparently, when the generator kicked in, the projector was triggered.

Okay, get his statement and find a way to get this turned off, please.

You look familiar to you.

Investment billionaire, Alphonse Nova.

Oh, it's safe to say that his investment portfolio is about to lose some value.

Judging by blood coagulation, I'd say it's been 10 hours or so. You seeing any

signs of a struggle?

No, but who sticks their head in a guillotine willingly?

He was threatened, forced, drunk.

Maybe. That's what the talks. I mean, I get grief for just wearing a suit.

No digits, no electronic swipe.

Is that actual gold?

A weird rich person status thing.

Arch. Mm -hmm?

Look. The safety latch is broken.

Tempered with, maybe.

With this?

Its head must have already been in the guillotine.

Just waiting for the blade.

To drop.

I'm told you used to be the head of antiquities at the Met.

It's quite a prestigious job.

Why'd you leave?

I wanted a change of pace.

Alphonse, uh, Mr. Nova is a Met patron and was kind enough to set me up with my

position here. Why would he do that?

Excuse me? I mean, did Alphonse expect anything in return for setting you up?

What could I offer Alphonse that he would want?

He is a... He was a friend.

Don't you like to help your friends?

When was the last time that you saw Alphonse Nova?

A week ago.

I stopped by after they filmed that TV special.

Where were you last night?

I was with friends discussing Baroque art.

I can provide names.

The Novas spend every summer here.

Why?

You know, I mean, what's the connection?

It really is quite lovely here. It is. I like it a lot.

Alphonse has an office here for tax reasons.

One of his major hedge funds is based in France.

St. Pierre is his workaround.

Wife, Renata, two children, Serafina and Lucius. Young Lucius was a bit of a

drinker. He's had his run -ins with the SBMP over the years, but apparently he's

sober now. And Serafina's a bleeding heart type. She runs Nova Matters. The

family's charitable organization.

Totally under our fun system.

Right, but everyone's got a dysfunctional family.

Yeah, but we don't go all Henry VIII on them.

The back door was breached, and we think that was the point of entry.

What about the security system? It's old. It's hardwired to the main circuit

board. So it fried when the power was cut. Okay, the power was cut at 9 .03 p

.m. Body was discovered 8 a .m. The time in between, that's our window of

opportunity. I need ideas on what event would warrant Alphonse wearing a tuxedo.

I'd love to know more about this gold card.

You can find your own seat. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

What's up?

We've all seen this interview, Patty. The entire world has. I called the

producer to see if there was anything else from the interview we could use.

she sent me this.

One of the crew members took some behind the scenes footage.

Nothing the way I did, all right?

Good luck, Lucius.

Don't be a dick, I'll kill you!

Lucius started his own investment firm. The morning of this interview, Alphonse

pulled his backing.

You just watched Lucius the moment he found out he was bankrupt.

In that case, Faith and Arch talk to the family. And Vanouf, why don't you see

if you can get some info from the staff who work there?

My daughter.

She'll have to go to some concert in Montreal.

No, I don't.

And you said no?

She's 16.

Well, I got up to a lot worse at 16.

Loose enough, maybe?

Hi, I'm Jasper Washington.

The Nova family's personal counsel.

This building doesn't feel very St. Pierre to me.

Locals hate it. Oh, I know. I feel them more than a few complaints. But Alphonse

wanted what he wanted when he wanted it.

It was his way.

What I want to know is, what were you thinking hosting meetings behind your

father's back?

You of all people should know how important it is to have... Excuse me,

police are here.

Our condolences for your loss.

We'll need to speak to your son, Lucius, as well.

Jasper, fetch my brother from his office to come join us.

Hey, Jasper, is this you?

So, a soccer game in Argentina.

This being the personal attorney around here, has it hurt?

Soothing my nerves.

Care to join?

French 75, fun.

No, thanks.

Can you confirm where you were between 9 last night and 8 this morning?

I had dinner with the children at 8 and we were in bed by 10.

Alphonse didn't join you?

No. Father said he was preoccupied. Any idea where he was or why he was wearing

tails?

Alphonse was wearing a tuxedo. He didn't like to be prodded about his comings

and goings.

Alphonse was a great ape prick.

But he was our prick. We loved him.

And right now?

Life without him seems next to impossible.

Want to explain?

Find your own seed money. You can start with nothing the way I did, all right?

Good luck, Lucius.

Don't be sick, I'll kill you!

Alphonse and Lucius run hot. They made up as soon as the cameras were gone.

They were just teaching our son a lesson. And that was?

Trust no one.

Not even your own father.

Regarding the will, who stands to inherit Alphonse's estate?

Honestly, it's a bit macabre talking about money at a time like this.

If you'll excuse us, we have a funeral to plan back home. Until we have a clear

idea of the circumstances surrounding your husband's death, we need you to

here. Please.

From what I've heard, Francis Galp Avenue is a maximum of 24 hours.

Lucius texted to tell me apparently he took a sleeping pill and wants to rest.

I'll escort him to your station later.

Kind of busy.

Lucius left in a hurry, so I followed him. He's uptown.

Don't ever say I don't have initiative.

Yeah, we're going to need to see that text he supposedly got.

He looked like he was in a university.

Okay, go on back. Make sure he doesn't make a run for it.

Do you smell that?

Smoke. I'm going to ask you one last time.

What the hell are you doing here?

Stop it!

This trespassing idiot is burning Nova property.

Put the gun down, Lucius.

You were destroying evidence in a homicide investigation.

Why? I was keeping a promise to my friend.

Alphonse confided that he was being extorted.

Extorted by who?

He never said.

No one does need to look too far in that family to see the possibilities.

He made me give my word that if anything were to happen to him, I was to burn

the box and ensure that his children didn't get the contents.

What was inside the box?

I have no idea.

I value privacy second only to keeping my word.

Well, I'll give you my word. We will continue this in an interview room.

They say money doesn't buy taste.

I don't think he's sad for these.

Usher?

Master, while I'm in trouble, I was defending myself.

You have an undeclared weapon.

And we're about to shoot an unarmed man posing no threat to you.

Call Jasper. You know the magic words to make this go away?

You were dodging us. I pretended to be asleep so I could sneak out. I was

you'd find the loft, see the painting.

A lot of dead daddy stuff in that studio, Lucius. The arts was my

idea as a way for me to cope with my frustrations about father. The whole

was stupid.

And really, not very good.

You know?

I don't know a lot of sons caught on tape threatening to kill their father

days before their father was actually murdered.

It must have really hurt.

Your father pulling out the backing of your new company like that.

It was a dick move, yeah.

But come on, you really think I'd kill my father over something like this?

People kill for much less.

Or maybe you were just planning to extort him for revenge.

Extort Alphonse Nova?

You have to be an idiot to try that.

Or my sister.

She'd do it just to irritate the hell out of him.

Despite everything, I don't think Lucius is our guy.

Hmm, spidey senses kicking again? No, they're not spidey senses.

What about the wife, Renata, and daughter, Serafina? Well, we did catch

the middle of an argument.

And Serafina was working her trading up like a teenager on TikTok.

Possession of a firearm without a permit? It's not going to fly with

do you call it?

A garde à vue. He's right. We'll need something stronger to detain the novice.

Okay, been tracking Alphonse's movements. No dinner or hotel

name. No special events worthy of black tie.

And I looked into Serafina's financials. She filed a motion to sell her share of

stocks in Alphonse's company yesterday.

Before Alphonse's death. Just before the stock crashed.

Preliminary autopsy reports in.

The blood panels came back.

There were no stimulants in the victim's system at the time of death.

Alphonse was sober and conscious when the guillotine... Seems so.

That's bleak.

No signs of excessive perspiration.

He was cool as a cucumber when his head went on the block, so he felt safe with

his killer.

Still a weird thing to do, to stick your head under a blade like that.

So far, I've identified two distinct sets of DNA at the crime scene.

One is obviously our victims.

The other, I ran through the databases.

Rien also found this interesting.

An incision for a central line.

Looks oldish. Maybe a year or two.

Billionaires go under the knife all the time. What's so special about this?

I checked with Alphonse's personal physician.

No record of surgery in the last two years.

Whatever Alphonse had done.

Nothing secret.

Yes? You have an entire police department at your disposal. Why am I

It needs to be off the books.

What have you found?

Okay, uh, Tristan Colbert.

Entrepreneur type.

Guy's clean. He flew in on Jedi Ghost's private plane?

He's far from clean. Whoa.

Your boss just showed up. Marcus?

And they're all acting like old pals.

Okay, stay with them.

And, um...

I know this may sound weird, but if anyone is wearing a tux, I need to know.

Copy. Okay, bye.

The family just called for a reading of Alphonsus' will.

The garden's having a spot of bother with a shipment coming in.

I was hoping your customs people might be able to help him out.

I'll look into it. Dad, if there's anything I can do to help, I'd love to

more. Yeah, you know, people fly on the wall.

You know, you're clearly the mayor of St. Pierre.

Well,

as it happens, there's a fisherman up the coast here.

Got my eye on his property and little shit won't be selling it to me.

So you want me to go break his legs or what? I find a good hard crack to the

jaw. Make a man eat his dinner through a straw for a couple of weeks.

Focuses the mind, you know.

Yeah. You should really stop messing with the kid.

Had you there, didn't I?

Yeah. Go on, run along and tell him you look after the lad. They got some

business to discuss here, okay?

I think he's scared of him.

A little fear builds character.

Not to be too anticlimactic here, but this will take weeks to sort through.

You're a family council.

Alphonse's estate is quite layered and extremely complex, with its personal

assets, corporations.

You'll still need your father's full armada of lawyers to come close to

deciphering it. Hey, you just... you dropped something.

It's a codicil.

A modification of the will.

Read it.

I, Alphonse Nova, declare my last will and testament void, and the contents of

this codicil its replacement.

The trust funds in each of my children's names are their only inheritance. My

property needs to be split between my current and ex -wife.

I leave the remainder of my estate to my foundation.

Nova Matters.

It's signed and dated last week.

Why are you looking at me like that?

It was you.

You did this.

Did what?

These are father's wishes.

This is Alfonso's writing.

He stated he made the amendment.

The quota still is real.

You expect us to believe that father left the entirety of his wealth to your

foundation? He didn't give a crap about your stupid causes.

I get a measly 25 mil of play money, and she gets control of his billions?

Sweetheart, I know this is hard for you.

Are you in on this, Mama? You're acting like a child.

The child father loved the most.

Oh, you mean the one he barely left anything to?

Back up.

Back up, Felicius. I'm warning you.

Guys, enough.

Ambulance.

Between Lucius' gun possession and Serafina the soul charge, we've met God

requirement.

I assume Renata sprung them all on bail?

Nothing but a bet for her darlings.

But at least they can't leave the island.

Good news.

He's lucky.

We stabilized him with a good dose of antibiotics, so he can leave as soon as

the calmings are over.

Very good. Thank you.

Hey, look at this.

Alphonse's signature on the codicil. You see that ink blotch?

Now, two possible reasons why an ink botch like that might occur. One, faulty

pen. Alphonse had a fancy fountain pen on his desk.

It looked expensive.

That is faulty.

Okay, so another reason?

Hesitancy.

Your own signature would be basic muscle memory.

Right, but if it's not your signature, you've never written it before, you

cause an ink botch, which could mean...

The codicil could be a forgery.

And who stands to benefit the most?

The raffineau.

You think I forged my father's codicil?

Handwriting experts are analyzing the signature.

We'll know soon.

You sold all of your holdings in your father's stock before he was murdered.

As if you knew he was going to die and the stocks would crash.

My father took a sadistic pleasure in torturing us with his money.

He would...

Freeze credit cards while we were on vacation. He would bounce boarding

checks just to embarrass us. I had enough, so I spoke to some trusted

who suggested I find autonomy.

Yeah, I sold my shares, and given everything that's happened, the timing

suspect, but I assure you coincidental.

Warrant, as you would call it.

We are going to need to confiscate the tapwriter.

What are you doing? That is antique. All your story did was increase your

motive.

You wanted the money, and now you have all of it.

Security!

When did you manage to get a warrant?

A heads up would have been nice.

Um, Arch?

What?

I called the judge, and she gave me verbal permission.

I will get a written warrant in a few hours, okay? Relax.

We do it all the time.

You should have waited for the paper.

If this was used to forge the new codicil and we don't take it, Seraphina

destroy it.

If you stick to the red tape, Fitz, you're losing something.

Yes, this is your second attempt.

The typeface and the V and the W don't match.

In order to prove a forgery, you need two things.

A typewriter that matches the type on this codicil, and of course, proof of

person who used it.

And Patty has something to share.

No CCTV outside the museum.

But how about an eagle cam?

Come again?

Vivienne. She's TikTok famous. We're waiting to see the birth of her eaglets.

Arfusca the power himself.

15 minutes before he was murdered.

Did the camera catch the driver?

No, the lights went out in the alley, so did the live feed.

But we know the kind of truck.

Called the rental agencies on the island, only one carries that model.

Guess who rented it?

Serafina Nova.

Huh. Is there any footage of anyone else on the camera that night?

Serge, the curator, but he worked there, so... Just breathe it.

Look at the coat, the cravat.

Remember? We saw it on the bed in Lucia's loft.

You know what else we saw at the loft?

A typewriter.

You can call your judge friend. Maybe you can get a real warrant this time.

So the curator and Serafina conspired to kill Alphonse.

Patti, double -check that alibi from Serge. What discourse with those friends

claimed to work with him?

Maybe Serge was lying to us about why he was burning the box.

It might not have had anything to do with Alphonse or extortion.

Covering his and Serafina's forgery tracks.

Well, let's see what they all have to say about that.

Well, we got to talk about our little tension.

I just, I come from a place where we have to make sure that our work is

bulletproof. I'm not here to judge you.

You sure present?

Very judgy. I'm just saying that if we don't follow the former process, it

come back to bite us in the ass when we're in court later.

And I'm saying that? I know that.

I wouldn't jeopardize the process, okay?

You have the perfect timing.

Your guys are dressed to kill.

Tuxes? Where?

Gallagher's. They're about to roll out, so I will follow them and location pair

with you.

Why don't we go see what the hell this is for?

She's a civilian.

He's got a point, Archer. I made the call to use someone I trust to follow a

lead. Are we gonna do this all night? Okay.

So I smoked a joint with one of the staff while I was waiting for you guys.

It's an occupant. It's been going on for three nights.

Very high -tech.

Can I go inside?

Mm -hmm. And the dead guy's daughter.

Karatina? Yes.

Was she driving this?

Mm -hmm.

Hey.

They're both here.

These seats range from the Scythian and Eurasian Empire, dating back over 2 ,000

years.

Oh, just pull that out, did you?

No, it's written right there.

Fitz, look.

Get out of here.

I see that you're letting just about anyone in tonight.

I imagine that you think that these pieces should all be repatriated. That

belongs where it came from.

Not in the mansion of some rich cretin.

Solomon's law, though, isn't it? He who looks after the baby best gets the baby.

As I'm sure you're aware, I don't speak your language, Deputy.

Oh, allow me to introduce my son, Tristan. Nice to meet you.

Is this some kind of criminal bring -your -son -to -work event?

There's nothing criminal going on here tonight, Deputy.

Oh, and for what it's worth, I do believe that these rich idiots shouldn't

allowed to buy things that, frankly, shouldn't be for sale.

But it's not illegal.

Your man Serge here, he's got all the permissions from local government that

needs. I'm just renting him the space to do it all.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Seraphina Nova, Serge Corbin, we have some questions for you.

You wanted to speak to the curator.

You're welcome.

Your alibi was Merdick.

You paid those people to lie for you.

Alphonse wanted me here to help him secure particular items.

You mean to help him acquire historical antiquities that he wouldn't be able to

legally get elsewhere?

13 million in Scythian treasures.

Your father's body wasn't even cold yet.

I had to buy them before anyone else could.

Why did you have to buy them?

All I've ever done is try to undo the damage of my father and his detestable

friends. That is why I liquidated my stock shares.

I needed the money for the auction.

Alphonse wanted to actually deal with the guillotine. I was a little shocked.

He said if it looked like a robbery...

Insurance would cover the museum's losses. He was coming that night to

it. He had a contact that was helping him transport it to a shipping container

to send it home.

Is that why you rented the big old pickup truck?

I had to ensure I could move the items tonight.

I bet when we get this unalloyed, we'll see the practice draft of the forged

codicil.

You were not keeping your promise.

You were covering your tracks at your love nest.

But with who?

Seraphina?

Your father was in that truck the night that he died.

Not possible.

My father would not be caught dead in an American vehicle.

No, he was in the truck, and he wasn't alone.

I was on a Zoom call with the government of Nigeria arranging the return of a

ceremonial robe.

I had to be secretive so that father wouldn't find out.

Now I know that he couldn't have.

Call them.

Those are the numbers.

Why did Serge forge the codicil? Serge.

I would not ask him for anything.

Because he sold the guillotine to your father?

Because he's the reason that my father was divorcing my mother.

Serge and my mother have been having an affair for some time.

Alphonse's prenup had an infidelity clause.

If Renata got caught cheating, she got nothing.

It's a motive, yeah, but...

Why give billions to Serafina's charity?

And what if Renata did that?

She already controls the board, so how long before Renata can start ciphering

off money for herself?

Patty? What fun is that?

Evidence bag.

Wait, was that my phone?

Text from Renata.

Where is it?

I know you hid it.

I know you still have it.

Where is it? And she goes on and on and on.

We know about the affair.

You and Renata.

You kept the original codicil, didn't you?

Where is it?

I have nothing more to say to you without legal counsel.

The texts are coming from Renata's phone.

She's at the loft.

Tenacious. The both of you.

So, how do you want to do this? Your call?

Oh. Oh, you mean, do we lead with the... You're facing a two -year prison stay

and a 30 ,000 -year fine for forging illegal documents?

Or... Or the... whole murder thing.

I assume you know about that.

Yeah, I see.

Forged the codicil for me, but I did not kill my husband.

Serge kept the original.

I imagine that he did.

But now I don't know where it is.

You know, honestly, I think you did love your husband.

But he put you and your kids through hell.

God, I don't even know what he did behind closed doors. I mean, no one

blame you.

I confronted Alphonse.

After that TV interview, he showed me the amendment to his will, his entire

fortune, going to some outsider.

If he wasn't leaving it to you or the children, then who?

You have no idea. He refused to tell me.

Like I said, grade A prick.

Had to protect my family.

So you switched it.

Well, Serge switched it.

I didn't think it would come to play quite so soon.

But then someone decided to kill my husband.

And here we are.

Whatever happens to me, my children will know that their mama fights for them.

And after what their father put them through, they're not going to lose to

stranger.

Where is your regional, Carissa?

No.

Serge kept the original codice too.

He wasn't as stupid as we thought.

Well, the guy's seen a bit. He must have known he would need an insurance policy

in case Renata tried to double -cross him.

Who is S .A. Boré? No clue, but whoever it is, they just inherited the entirety

of Alphonse's fortune.

I did some more blood work.

Although there were two sets of blood in Alphonse's DNA.

It wasn't the killer's blood at the scene?

Just the victim?

Wait, how is that even possible if there's two sets of DNA?

If Alphonse's surgical scar was related to an...

Off the books bone marrow transplant?

Then Alphonse's blood carried two sets of DNA.

His and his donor's. Can just anyone be a donor? Likely a familial match.

Alphonse has no other blood relatives apart from his children. Right. So I

called the Novus doctor just to double check.

Part for some cosmetic procedures.

Neither Serafina nor Lucius had ever had surgery.

Where would Alphonse and his donor get off the books surgery?

With his money?

Anywhere. Most people do it in South America.

Argentina. Airport traffic control called. The Nova pilots are looking for

clearance. Tell them no one takes off.

Stop the plane! Stop it!

Open the door!

Jasper, slowly step out.

Your hands above your head.

Clearly. You didn't know that the codicil was a forgery until you heard us

talking about it in the hospital.

It's a beret.

It's you, isn't it?

My name is Samuel.

Alphonse Beret.

What does it say?

Alphonse.

Left everything to you.

What? You were Alphonse's donor.

That's what the trip to Argentina was about, right?

Bone marrow transplant?

Needed a familial match.

I learned the truth about him when I turned 18.

He rebuffed my desire to meet until... Until he needed your DNA?

Lucky for him, I was a match.

He didn't have to tell anyone he was sick.

That's what he feared.

His stock dropping.

He was leaving it all to me.

Not those brats.

Not his wife.

Hey. What did I do?

Hey, Jasper. Look at me.

Look at me.

That's the dagger that went missing at the museum.

You just proved to us that you were at the museum the night of the murder.

Stay back!

Easy now.

Easy? You don't want to do that.

You know what?

Let's take a beat.

Talk it out.

I didn't mean to do it.

I believe you.

I do.

I mean, accidents happen.

I know what it's like to live your life wishing you knew your dad.

I know. I know how much it hurts.

And even though I never knew mine, I miss him.

I get it.

He asked me to help him move the guillotine.

He was excited.

Told me it'd be the pinnacle of his collection and needed my help to make

look like a robbery.

Then he wanted a photo.

We were actually having fun. He put his head in the thing.

He was laughing.

We were father and son for just a moment.

Then I told him it was time to tell everyone the truth.

He didn't take that well.

He was ugly suddenly.

Told me I ruined the moment by bringing that up.

I ruined it. That he would never tell anyone.

That he was ashamed of me.

That he'd never see me as his real son.

Before I knew what I had done.

And he was dead.

We will leave you.

Now, let's put that down, okay?

I'm sorry.

It's too late now. Jasper, I need you to put the dagger down.

Look away.

Easy, easy.

Jasper.

Merci. De rien.

You ordered us French 75s.

Thanks.

I

won't

do that again.

The Warren thing.

Without speaking to you first. At least.

Okay.

Well, I'll try.

to not be such a condescending ass.

Deal? Deal.

That thing you said to Jasper about your father, was it true?

Okay, no, no. No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Okay.

Too personal. I get it.

What do you say we split some...

My father was a brilliant couple, but he died in the line of duty before I was

born.

My mother, God, her eyes when she speaks about him, it's like she has all these

memories of their love story.

But to me, he's just...

So, stepanadas?

All right.

I don't know what that is either, so... Oh, good night.

Oh, just give me a second.

Hey, Marcus.

No mess call tonight?

What are you really asking?

We'll talk about this later.

So you hate me a little less now?

Come on, Ash.

Your mom told me that you're okay with her going with you to Montreal.

Hey, Donnie.

Ash is charging her phone in my car.

Her and Mary are just grabbing some fish and chips for dinner. I thought I'd say

hey.

You're answering my daughter's phone now?

You know, I wanted to thank you for allowing Aisling to go to the concert.

and I are looking forward to it. Kieran's joining, too.

You're a real prick, you know that?

Sure.

May you have yourself a good night, everybody.

Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?