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Not now, Lucy.

Maybe later.
Stay.

Now, don't come back.
You understand?

[ Chuckles ]

[ Humming ]

[ Birds squawking, chirping ]

Ugh!

[ Birds squawks ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

GAMACHE: [ British accent ]
Tell me what you know, Jean-Guy.

JEAN-GUY:
No purse, no wallet, no jewelry.

GAMACHE:
No signs of a struggle.

No witnesses, either, and no
sign of a murder weapon...yet.

We have no wallet.
We can't identify --

Her name's Jane Neal.
She's a retired schoolteacher.

Local guys say that they haven't
had a robbery around here

in years.

So...

...why?

Yep.

Hell of a way
to spend Thanksgiving, huh?

I'm sure Madame Neal
would agree with you.

Is there an exit wound?

DR. HARRIS:
[ Clears throat ]

-Dr. Harris.
-Chief Inspector.

I was just wondering
if there was an exit wound.

There is.

However...

GAMACHE: Uh...you would expect
something more messy, huh?

Yes, you would.

Bullets usually explode
out of bodies.

He found the body?

-[ Sighs ]
-JEAN-GUY: Yep.

Around 7:30 this morning.
He was out for a walk.

-GAMACHE: 7:30?
-JEAN-GUY: Yeah.

Uh, Dr. Harris, I wouldn't be
able to trouble you for a guess?

Um, five hours, maybe less.

Thank you.
I won't hold you to it.

His name's Ben Hadley.

[ Exhales sharply ]

NICHOL:
What's his problem?

He found the body
three hours ago.

Agent Nichol,
meet Inspector Beauvoir.

Maybe Madame Neal
meant something to him.

Or maybe he's faking it.

Either way, I want you
to go to the S.Q. man,

find out what he's learned
from the locals.

Yes, sir.

Where did she come from?

I guess Brébeuf thinks
you needed a little help.

[ Indistinct conversations
in distance ]

Uh, at first, I-I thought
she'd had a heart attack,

but then I saw the blood.

Was anyone with you
when you found the body?

No one.
I was alone.

JEAN-GUY: Did you hear anything?
Voices, a struggle, gunshot?

No, nothing.
I just --

I came around the corner
and saw Jane lying there.

You knew Madame Neal.

Everybody knows Jane.

She's lived in Three Pines
forever.

Taught grade school,
best friends with my mother.

We're gonna need to talk
to your mother.

You can't.
She died last month.

I'm sorry.
Of?

Cancer.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want to hurt Madame Neal?

No.

She was a-a wonderful woman.

Everyone loved her.

We're gonna need you to
stay close to home, Mr. Hadley.

Me?

Am I a suspect?

I'm afraid so.

Because I found the body?

Don't take it personally.

[ Indistinct conversations
in distance ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

Just back there.

-Excuse me, Officer.
-Yep?

We'd like to know
what's going on here.

JEAN-GUY:
Your name is, sir?

Uh, my name is Peter Morrow.

I live here.

Thanks, Peter.

[ Conversations continue ]

Good morning, everyone.

I'm Inspector Beauvoir.
This is Chief Inspector Gamache.

We are with the Sûreté
du Québec, Homicide unit.

As you may know,

a woman's body was found
in the forest this morning.

-[ Spectators murmur ]
-All I can tell you right now

is that her death may or may not
have been accidental

and that her name is Jane Neal.

-WOMAN: Oh!
-MAN: No!

[ Crying ]
No! No, no.

[ Crying ]

If anyone of you have
any information about this,

we would love to speak with you
right now.

Thank you.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I'm sorry.
Did you know Ms. Neal?

Yes, she and Jane
were best friends.

I'm Peter Morrow. This is --
This is my wife, Clara.

I'm so sorry.

Uh...I-I would like to speak
to you about Jane at some point,

if I may.

When you're ready.

[ Crying ]

[ Door closes ]

Hi. I'm Gabri.

Chief Inspector Armand Gamache.

I was wondering,
do you have somewhere

we could use
as a temporary headquarters,

a conference room, perhaps,
just for a day?

Of course.

You can use our private
dining room, if you wish.

You'll need lunch, too,
won't you?

Thank you.

[ Geese squawking ]

Stop sunning yourself
and get to work.

-You heard me, Clouseau.
-[ Cane bangs ]

I want that murder solved.

My name, Madame,
is Gamache, Armand,

Chief Inspector Armand Gamache.

Ah.

Please, don't tell me
how to do my job.

And don't ever
bang that cane at me again.

[ Birds chirping ]

Your name, Madame?

Ruth Zardo.

The poet.

No, the pole dancer.

"Who hurt you once
so far beyond repair

that you would greet
each overture with curling lip?"

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

"When were those seeds
of anger sown --"

Enough.

[ Chuckles ]

Well...

W-Were you a friend
of Madame Neal's?

Astonishing, isn't it?

Worthy of a sainthood,
I should say.

Who would want to kill her?

The boys, the gay bashers.

Friday morning, right here,
three of them.

Not that they had the guts
to bash anyone.

They just threw a lot
of duck shit and yelled at us.

Faggots!

-Faggots!
-Get out of here!

Damn faggots!

Burn!

-Get out of here!
-Eat this!

-Stop!
-Yeah, eat this!

-Damn faggots!
-Hey! Hey!

-Queers! Queers!
-Homos!

Holy shit.

Faggots!
Get out of here!

Homos!

RUTH: Jane sees what's going on,
and she yells at them to stop.

They start throwing crap at her.

So she calls them out by name,
and they stop.

Jane was old-school,
but she had authority.

GAMACHE:
Do you remember their names?

No.

Did she have any children
of her own?

Uh, was she married or --

Almost. Years ago.

Parents objected,
and that was that.

Why did they object?

Her boyfriend was a lumberjack.

Well, that just wouldn't do.

The Neal family was management
at Hadley Mills,

real social climbers.

So, no relatives.

MAN:
Uh, a niece,

uh, a real-estate agent
in Saint-Rémi, next town over.

Madame Yolande Fontaine?

Oui. Yes.

What can I do for you?

I'm Chief Inspector
Armand Gamache, Homicide.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

We found your Aunt Jane dead
this morning.

Where?
In the house?

No, actually.
I-In the woods nearby.

But we are, unfortunately,

treating her death
as suspicious,

so with your permission,
I'd like to enter the house,

if that's all right.

No. No, you can't go in there.

Oh. Why?

Because it would be a violation.

My aunt
was a very private person.

And besides, it's my house now.

She always said
she would leave it to me.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Merci, Monsieur.
You're very kind.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Agent Nichol, Isabelle Lacoste.

Pleasure.

JEAN-GUY: Hey.

Need a cause of death on a woman
who died here last month,

name of Timmer Hadley,
Ben Hadley's mom.

Timmer?

Yeah, T-i-m-m-e-r.

GAMACHE: We also need a search
warrant for Jane Neal's house.

JEAN-GUY: Got it.

So, this is roughly
the shape of the wound.

Coroner said she found traces
of feathers in it.

It's bowhunting season.

Let's just assume that
the murder weapon was an arrow.

They don't put feathers
on arrows anymore.

They use plastic.

If it was an arrow,
then where is it now?

The killer pulled it out.

Yeah, I-I'd expect more tearing
around the exit wound.

Um...

JEAN-GUY: Let's say the arrow
went straight through the body.

Where would we find it?

Somewhere out in the woods.

Nichol, can you go round us up
some rakes, please?

[ Keyboard clacking ]

Can't even get one bar,
let alone four.

You're missing the view,
Jean-Guy.

Yeah, it's very nice.

It's not gonna get us
a search warrant.

I knew something
would happen to her.

I just knew it.

I, uh -- I had tea with her
Friday morning

after the -- the trouble
at the bistro.

She was appalled,
absolutely appalled.

I mean, that kind of thing
doesn't happen here.

Jane recognized the boys,
and she called them out.

Do you remember their names?

Claude Lapierre
and Philippe Croft.

You said there were three boys.

She only named two.

Why were you and Jane
having tea?

That was
the really amazing thing.

Um, Jane had entered a painting

into the Williamsburg
art festival.

How's that amazing?

CLARA: Well, Jane
had been painting for years,

but she'd never
shown her work before,

not even to her closest friends.

She was so nervous

that she waited until
the last minute to enter.

We were doing the final judging
that afternoon.

And?

The jury
wasn't exactly unanimous,

but, uh, in the end,
we did decide to accept it...

[ All cheering ]

Cheers.

CLARA: ...which turned
our annual Thanksgiving pot luck

into a huge celebration.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

What took you so long,
you old bat?

I wasn't sure I was ready.

-RUTH: Why?
-[ Laughs ]

Nobody's ever ready for stardom.

[ Laughter ]

What's the painting called?

"Fair Day."

-Hmm.
-Ah.

Am I in it?

-[ Laughter ]
-No. Seriously.

You're all in it.

Ugh. Uh-oh.

[ Laughter ]

Any special meaning
to "Fair Day"?

Peace and love, cats and dogs
living together.

[ Laughter ]

You'll figure it out.

CLARA: And then Jane popped
the real surprise --

an opening-night party
in her living room.

[ Gags ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Laughing ]
What?

[ Coughs ]

The living room?

Oh, my God.

I'm not ready for this.

[ Laughter ]

I'll need directions.

-[ Laughter ]
-A guide, maybe.

Ah, drama queen.

Queen, yes, but you're
the drama, dark and tragic.

-WOMAN: Oh!
-[ Laughter ]

Ha!

I might just sneak over
and see this painting.

WOMAN: Ah.

Go right ahead.
It's at the gallery.

[ Clears throat ]
Well, uh, to Jane's living room.

-The living room.
-The living room!

MAN:
Cheers.

I can't wait.

Well, that was interesting.

I'm sorry.
I don't -- I don't get it.

Well, n-none of us had ever seen
Jane's living room.

I mean, we'd -- we'd been
in her kitchen,

but the --
the rest of the house was...

...a complete mystery.

[ Dog barking in distance ]

-Very strange.
-Indeed.

Friday morning, Jane Neal
breaks up a hate crime.

Friday afternoon, she reveals
herself as an artist.

Friday evening...

She promises to bare her virgin
living room for all to see,

and then Sunday morning,
she takes an arrow in the chest.

[ Bird squawking ]

PETER: [ Sighs ]

Can I make you some toast
or something?

I'm fine.

-Are you sure?
-Jesus, Peter.

I know how much
Jane meant to you, Clara.

I do. I --

[ Sighs ]

You know, I used to
just sit in my studio

and listen
to the two of you talk.

You talked about everything --

art, gardens, sex,
diet, politics.

And even
the really personal stuff.

God and religion, the
"What does it all mean?" stuff.

And I don't know if
I believe in God or not, Clara,

but -- but I know that you do,
and I know that Jane did.

And if you really do
believe in God, Clara,

then you have to believe
that Jane's in a better place.

[ Sighs ]

I know.

I just miss her.

I know.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Whistles ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

GAMACHE:
Mr. Morrow, good morning.

Good morning to you, sir.

Are you staying here at the B&B?

Yeah, we like to keep close
to the investigation.

Oh, speaking of which,

we do need a more permanent
headquarters.

Can you suggest
anything suitable?

Uh, I suppose you could try
the old mill.

Ah. Is it empty?

Most of the time, yeah.

We use it for community
functions sometimes, but...

Oh. Any other ideas?

I suppose you could try
the old schoolhouse.

We're the only ones
that use it, so...

-Who's "we"?
-Uh, the archery club.

Ben Hadley and I started it
when we were kids.

It's been there for years.

-Wow.
-This is, like, overkill.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

PETER:
Here he comes.

[ Police radio chatter ]

Excuse me.
Excuse me, gentlemen.

Is this tape and everything
really necessary?

GAMACHE:
Yes, I'm afraid so, Mr. Morrow.

Who has the keys?

Oh, um...
[ Clears throat ]

There you go.

Thank you, Mr. Hadley.

-Be extra thorough.
-You know I will.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

JEAN-GUY: Sir.

GAMACHE:
Any news on the Neal house?

Yeah. We can't get in.
The niece got an injunction.

How the hell did she get
an injunction on a Sunday?

Yolande,
she's a real-estate agent.

She knows every lawyer in town.

What have we got on her?

A couple scuzzy
real-estate transactions.

Other than that,
there's nothing criminal.

Husband, on the other hand --
[ Whistles ]

-She's married?
-Yep. André Malenfant.

He's a real charmer.

Assaults, drunk and disorderly,
break and enter.

They got a son, too.

Trouble at school,
suspected vandalism,

couple run-ins
with the local detachment.

But here's the kicker.

Dad got a hunting license
this year, a bowhunting license.

I'll see you at the office.

-Good work, Inspector.
-Thank you, sir.

GAMACHE:
Madame Neal was killed

in what may have been
an accident.

Probably not.

Either way, it is a homicide,
and in my experience,

we will not be able to solve
this case without your help.

It may not always be pleasant.

We'll be asking many of you
some quite difficult questions,

some of which
you will not want to answer

because you'll find them
too personal.

But please do remember
that we all want the same thing.

We all want to know
why Jane was killed.

MATTHEW: Well, I can
tell you guys one thing.

Now, Miss Neal would not
have been out in those woods

without Lucy.

She went everywhere
with that mutt.

Uh, e-except in hunting season,

when some people
think they have a right

to hunt wherever they please.

I know the difference
between a dog and a deer.

Uh, you are a hunter, Mr., uh...

Croft. Matthew Croft.
Yes, sir, I am a hunter.

A bowhunter?

Yes, sir, compound and recurve.

Sorry.

Well, recurve is
your traditional wooden bow.

Uh, Robin Hood.

Ah.

Compound is
your modern composite bow.

That would be the one with
the bells and the whistles.

Thank you.

Which one would you use
to kill somebody with?

Well, I could kill you
with either one.

And if you wanted the arrow
to go right through the body?

Again, sir, both.

Look, come on up to the house
sometime.

I'll show you.

How about this afternoon?

Yeah, anytime.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

[ Clears throat ]

-LACOSTE: Nasty, isn't it?
-Yep.

It's called a broadhead.

You need a special arrow
for those things?

No, sir.

This one comes off.

And that one goes on.

Hmm.

So, anybody could use it.

Anyone who's a member of the
archery club, that's for sure.

Are these the only broadheads
you found?

LACOSTE:
Yes, sir.

Get them to forensics
as soon as possible.

[ Birds chirping ]

So, what's next?

Find us when you get the report.

-Right.
-Thanks.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Sighs ]

Agent Nichols says we got a 1:30
with the notary about the will.

Good.

You may hear about this.

She wasn't exactly gentle
with him.

Did we find the arrow?

No, not yet.

78 bags of leaves
but, uh, no arrow.

And the coroner's report?

Dr. Harris says she'll be here
at 5:00 with the preliminary.

We need to find that arrow,
Jean-Guy.

That'll tell us
who killed Jane Neal

and whether or not it was
an accident or a murder.

[ Bell tolling ]

Madame Fontaine is correct.

She is the sole beneficiary

of Madame Neal's
last will and testament.

And when was it written?

10 years ago.

There's nothing more recent?

If there was, we would
be discussing that one,

not this one.

What if she went
to another notary?

She wouldn't have gone
to another notary.

Thank you, Mr. Stickley.

[ Sighs ]

Wow. There is a crypt somewhere
with a corpse missing.

[ Chuckles ]

Agent Nichol,
I want you to find out

if there's a more recent will.

You know how to do that, right?

Yes, sir.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Thank God.
Civilization.

-[ Cellphone beeps ]
-Hello?

Oh.

[ Both chuckle ]

I can see why Jane was reluctant
to enter the competition.

Oh, these aren't
the competition pieces.

That's next Thursday.

But, I, uh, miss Jane, so...

We used to come here
and smell the art

whenever we felt blue, so...

It -- It does have a smell,
really.

The -- The oil paints,
the canvas.

Even the mineral spirits
used to cheer us up.

Sir, that was Lacoste.

Apparently, Timmer Hadley
died of natural causes,

in this case, cancer.

What do you think about
Timmer Hadley's death?

Me? What -- What do I think?

Mm.

I was surprised.

I mean,
she'd been stable for weeks.

Sure, she was weak,

but the morphine drip
was controlling the pain.

What happened the day she died?

Ruth gave Timmer lunch
and a sponge bath,

and then Timmer told her
to go watch the parade.

It was Fair Day.

When Ruth came back,
Timmer was gone.

She left a dying woman alone?

CLARA:
Oh, we all did that.

I mean, we -- we would
make sure she was comfortable

and then run errands for her.

Was there an autopsy?

She had three kinds of cancer.

The doctors didn't think
it was necessary.

Still, it's a small village.

Two elderly ladies
dying within one month?

One with a hole in her arm.

The other with a hole
in her heart.

Ohh.

Agent Nichol, could I speak
with you in private, please?

[ Sighs ]

Is Jane Neal's painting here?

Uh, yes, of course.
It's in the back.

GAMACHE:
And it's called?

CLARA:
"Fair Day."

And it was painted?

The day Timmer died.

You think there's a connection

between the two deaths,
don't you?

I don't know. I --

I don't know.

You take the lead on this one,
Inspector.

Yes, sir.

You take notes, Agent Nichol.
Understood?

Is that understood,
Agent Nichol?

Yes, sir.

[ Horse whinnies ]

Look, sorry
to hurry you guys up here,

but, uh, I got some stuff
I got to do.

Mr. Croft,
do you use these for hunting?

MATTHEW: Yeah.

Not broadheads.

[ Dog barking in distance ]

No.

[ Door opens ]

Inspector.

JEAN-GUY:
Yeah, I'll give it a whirl.

I've been dying to try.

[ Horse whinnies ]

Here.

All right.

I just, uh...

-MATTHEW: You want to -- Yeah.
-JEAN-GUY: Underneath?

-You want to notch it, yeah.
-Okay.

Bull's-eye.

-Ugh!
-[ Bow clatters ]

-GAMACHE: Hey. You okay?
-Aah!

Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Sighs ]

Is that your bow, Madame?

No, no, it -- Hers is --

Where is her bow?

Yeah. Where's your son,
Philippe?

He's out.

Out where?
The bistro?

He had nothing to do
with the bistro.

No?

You know what? Why don't you
get the hell off my property?

[ Gasps ]

Madame, we need
to search your house,

and we need to speak
to your son.

We can either do it here
or at the station, your choice.

[ Horse whinnies ]

Inside.

[ Muffled music playing ]

Let's start with the basement.

Watch your head.

JEAN-GUY: Sir?

MATTHEW:
It was my old man's.

I don't use it.

GAMACHE:
There's only five arrows here.

So?

This quiver holds six.

NICHOL: Look at this --
a chopped-up bow.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

GAMACHE: Hey.

There you go.
Now, that's a deadly weapon.

LACOSTE:
Chief Inspector!

Looks like someone
tried to burn these.

They're Philippe's clothes.

Bloodstain.

Make sure the lab
gets a rush on these

and the bow and the broadhead.

-Yes, sir.
-Good work, Lacoste.

Aren't we taking him in?

-Philippe?
-Yeah.

Oh, let him think about it
for a while.

He's not going anywhere.

[ Birds chirping ]

If Mr. Croft knew the murder
weapon was in the basement,

why did he invite us over?

LACOSTE:
He thought they were safe.

He burned the murder weapon.

JEAN-GUY: But not the bow
or the bloodstained clothes.

Why the big change in attitude

between the church hall
this morning

and the archery lesson
this afternoon?

Suzanne.

If Suzanne did it,
the bow, the arrows,

the clothes
would be long gone by now.

Philippe did it.

Philippe?

He's mad about the bistro.

He wants to scare her,
so he grabs the little bow

because he's not strong enough
for the big one.

He screws up.

He kills the old lady,
maybe by accident.

In any case, he panics.

He runs home,
hides the evidence.

How does Suzanne
fit into all this?

She finds the arrow.

Maybe there's blood on it.

Or maybe Philippe feels guilty,
goes crying to mom.

She can't stand the idea
of her baby going to jail,

so she burns the arrow,
doesn't tell her husband.

He screws it up when he invites
us over to play Robin Hood.

So now she's got to tell him
and get him in on the cover-up.

Well, let's see if the lab
results support your theory.

[ Birds chirping ]

CLARA: Ugh.
The Hadley house scares me.

Can we take a different route?

[ Sighs ]
It's just a house, Clara.

-[ Dog snarling ]
-No!

No, Lucy, no, you --
Do something.

Just looking for snakes,
probably.

-God.
-Oh, there's one right there.

Oh! Come on.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Lucy, come here.

Okay. You're okay.

No, Lucy, no.

You stay away.

[ Sighs ]

-What?
-You know what.

Oh, there are no snakes, okay?
I was kidding.

I'm sorry.

They all left town years ago.

Oh, that's hilarious.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Hey, Dr. Harris.
How are you?

-Very well. And you?
-GAMACHE: Good. Thank you.

What can I get you, Shannon?

Um, I'll have what he's having.

A virgin rum and Coke it is.

You know this place?
Are you a regular?

I'm an occasional.

My family has a place
down the road.

Strange little village, huh?

[ Chuckles ] Three Pines?
Yes, it is.

Very hard to find,
but those who need it do --

poets, painters, drop-out
shrinks, gay innkeepers.

The Hadleys. What can you
tell me about the Hadleys?

Um, they're old money,
lumber money -- Hadley Mills.

They shut down the mill
in the '80s,

and Timmer inherited
all the money.

And if you ask Ben,

he's got some terrible stories
about his mother.

She, um, never let him
have a girlfriend, a job,

forced him to go to a boarding
school he absolutely hated.

And he even says she put snakes
in the basement

to keep him and his pals out.

[ Chuckles ]

You seem to know Ben quite well.

Do you know, was he with
his mother on the day she died?

No. In fact, he was in Ottawa

buying some antiques
for Olivier.

I know because I picked up
a side table he brought back.

Ah, so, Jane Neal...

Yes. One arrow.

An expert shot, if you ask me.

Right.
Not an accident.

No. Bowhunters
don't have accidents.

They need to be too close,
too precise.

[ Chuckles ]

And by the looks of it,
you are way ahead of me.

Yes, thank you for coming.

-Very helpful.
-Goodbye.

Oh.

[ Sighs ]

[ Scoffs ]

[ Footsteps ]

Clara?

[ Birds chirping ]

Oh.

[ Bird squawking ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Humming ]

[ Creaking ]

[ Resumes humming ]

[ Creaking ]

[ Resumes humming ]

GAMACHE: Clara.

Clara.

[ Chuckles ]

Hi. [ Laughs ]

The deer blind.

Wow.

I'd forgotten about this.

Please sit down.

Please.

Okay.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You been up here before?

Oh, years ago, with Peter.

He said that, um,
Matthew's father built it.

Oh, you get such a great view
from up here.

Sorry.

I'm fine.

[ Stammers ]

That's a deer trail, right?

CLARA: Yeah.

GAMACHE: Only the locals
would know about that, eh?

I guess.

Ah.

[ Inhales sharply ]

Was Jane shot from up here?

No.

The angle of entry
would be all wrong.

-Oh, thanks.
-Pleasure.

[ Glasses clink ]

Can I ask a rude question?

You may get a rude answer.

How does a man with a name
like Armand Gamache

end up with
such a "by Jove" accent?

Well, I was educated
right through in England.

Um, hence
the rather curious accent.

[ Chuckles ]

I studied at Christ Church
Cambridge, studying history.

Not criminology?

I didn't even know it existed.

[ Both laugh ]

Oh, there's Peter and Ben.

Well, should we go?

They're fine where they are.

They're very close, aren't they?

-Best friends since childhood.
-Mm.

Peter spent most of his youth
protecting Ben from bullies,

including his mother.

You didn't like Timmer, did you?

What kind of a woman
puts snakes in the basement

to scare her child?

Jane liked her.

CLARA:
Jane liked everyone.

Not Yolande.

What happened there?

I'm not sure.

Something about the family house
years ago.

Which is too bad

because they were very close
when Yolande was little.

They used to spend weekends
and holidays together.

Uh, anyway, I should go.

Um, I have dinner guests.

But thank you so much
for the beer.

Adieu.

CLARA: Oh, you should have
seen him up there

shaking like a leaf,

this big, tough cop scared silly
every time I moved.

He saw something --
a deer trail.

Mm. That's what you see
in deer blinds.

You could actually see
the wheels turning, you know,

-trying to figure it all out.
-Clara --

Do you know
that he went to Cambridge?

Why didn't you take me with you?

There's a murderer out there,
Clara.

Why didn't you ask me
to come with you?

I -- It never even dawned on me.

No. No, of course it didn't,

because you don't think
about consequences, do you,

or that there's people out there
that actually worry about you.

No, no, why do that
when it's much more fun

to be up
in your little tree house

with your
attractively flawed hero,

solving the case, isn't it?

It never dawned on me
because your door is always shut

so you can paint tiny little
pinfeathers on a duck's ass.

[ Knife clatters ]

[ Laughter in distance ]

-Knock, knock!
-Hi, lovelies!

-Whoops.
-Uh, what, trouble in paradise?

[ Light laughter ]

RUTH:
Ah. [ Chuckles ]

Peter, don't spoil dinner.

[ Sighs heavily ]

Merci beaucoup.

You know,
you did good work today.

Thank you.

I particularly liked the way
you picked your way through

to Philippe.

Interesting.
Very clever.

I have to ask, though,

why were you so rude
and arrogant at the art gallery?

I wasn't arrogant.

It's true.
That's how they died.

Yvette, do you ever feel...lost?

When people are speaking

of that which you don't
quite understand.

Something's going on.

Everybody knows what it is
but you.

I think you do feel like that
sometimes.

Do you know why?

It's because you look,
but you don't see.

You listen, but you don't hear.

I know I've said it before.

You know, I had a boss.

He used to say there were
three keys to wisdom --

"I'm sorry," "I need help,"
and "I don't know."

But I think there's a fourth --

being able to say,
"I was wrong."

I wasn't wrong.

I solved the damn case.

Everybody says so.

[ Sighs ]

[ Birds chirping ]

Agent Nichol, did you find
a more recent will?

No, sir.
The current one's the latest.

Chief Inspector, the lab report
from the Croft house.

[ Birds chirping ]

What's that?

[ Footsteps approaching ]

-Philippe!
-Wait.

Oh.

[ Tires screech ]

JEAN-GUY:
Philippe!

Philippe!

God damn it!

Don't do this!
Philippe!

[ Dog barking in distance ]

Philippe!

[ Breathing heavily ]

JEAN-GUY:
Come on, Philippe!

Ah!

It's over, buddy.

It's over.

PHILIPPE:
[ Breathing heavily ]

JEAN-GUY:
It's gonna be all right.

SUZANNE: [ Crying ]
He's just -- He's just a boy.

MATTHEW:
It's okay.

Philippe,
you keep your mouth shut.

You hear?
You don't say a word.

You hear me?
You keep your mouth shut.

I want a lawyer.

Mr. Croft,
this is Claude Guimette.

He's from the Office
of the Provincial Guardian.

I don't care who he is.
He's not coming in my house!

No, I don't work for the police,
Mr. Croft.

I represent your son.
Hmm? You understand.

[ Card rustles ]

GAMACHE:
He has to be present

at every conversation
we have with your son.

It's the law.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

I didn't do it.
I swear I didn't.

Philippe, listen.

The lab has found Madame Neal's
blood on your clothes

and on the bow
that your mother tried to burn.

The arrowhead I found downstairs
in the furnace

exactly matches the wound
in Madame Neal's chest.

I won't be in the way.

I'll just be outside
in the hall.

They won't be long,
Madame Croft.

[ Voice breaking ]
Matthew.

[ Sniffles ]

I'mnot the hunter.
My father is.

I only help him clean up.

Philippe.

Think about what you're saying.

It's true.

When he came home, he gave me
the bow and told me to clean it.

That's how I got blood on me.

I noticed there was no deer
in the truck,

and...he looked kind of weird,

so I figured he'd shot somebody.

-Pull up that sleeve.
-Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

-Did your father do that?
-That's from a bowstring.

Inspector Beauvoir's
is exactly the same.

GUIMETTE: Did he?

Okay, you're gonna
have to leave, okay? Come on.

Did your father do that?

Now, Mr. Croft, your son -- your
son has said that you did it.

That you forced him
to clean up afterwards.

Guimette saw the bruises on
his arm, assumed that you...

SUZANNE:
[ Crying ] My God.

It's true.
I did it.

Mr. Croft, don't do this.

I did it.
I killed her.

[ Sobbing ]
Matthew, don't.

MATTHEW:
It was an accident.

But I killed her.

No, don't.

[ Sobbing ]

JEAN-GUY:
Let's go.

If you're looking to protect
your son, Mr. Croft,

this is not the way to do it.

Watch your head.

[ Engine turns over ]

[ Whimpering ]

[ Indistinct conversations
in distance ]

Sir.

Why didn't you get rid
of the evidence?

Hmm?
Why'd you bring it home?

Now, Philippe had blood
all over him.

Suzanne tried to burn the bow.

I tried to burn the bow.

I burnt the arrow, didn't I?

JEAN-GUY:
I don't know that.

I do know that Suzanne
and Philippe handled the bow.

I can prove that.

Leave my family out of it.

We can't.

I know you didn't try
and beat Philippe.

He -- The bruise on his arm
is from the bowstring.

Which just goes to prove
that he's not an expert archer.

This will be a long
and humiliating trial.

Not if I plead guilty, it won't.

[ Door opens ]

[ Footsteps departing ]

I don't get it.

That's because
you don't have kids.

Hey.

I'm Brigette Cohen, Crown
prosecutor assigned to this one.

Enchanté.

So, if I got it right,

the one with all the evidence
against him won't admit it.

-JEAN-GUY: That's Philippe.
-BRIGETTE: Hm.

And the one with no evidence
against him --

that's the father --
he won't stop confessing.

Correct.

What's the problem?

I think laying charges
against Matthew Croft

would be a big mistake.

And you?

She asked you a question.

Matthew's the only guy
in that family

who's capable of making the shot
that killed Jane Neal.

If you buy Philippe's story

about how he got the bloodstains
on him,

the rest of the evidence
fits Matthew

as well as it fits Philippe.

Look, we have a confession
on the table.

We have to lay charges.

We can drop them or stay them
if we get new evidence.

But if we let a guy walk away

after he claims he killed
a 76-year-old woman,

I don't know about you guys,

but I don't want to have
that conversation with my boss.

So, you'll let me know
how it all works out?

Yeah.

Go ahead.

[ Clears throat ]

Sorry about that, sir.

You gave an honest answer.

That's all I've ever asked
of you.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Sniffs ]

Damn it.

[ Telephone ringing ]

Hello?

GAMACHE:
Superintendent Brébeuf.

-Oui.
-GAMACHE: Michel, it's Armand.

Ah. Armand, comment vas-tu?

GAMACHE:
I have a problem.

I'll e-mail you the details
later,

but here's the short version.

I-I-I have a confession,
but I don't believe it.

Crown prosecutor wants me
to arrest the man.

And here's the thing, Michel --
I won't do it.

Why not?

Well, he's not guilty.

BREBEUF:
But, Armand, he confessed.

He's trying to protect his son,

who, by the way, I don't think
is guilty, either, sir.

Look, Armand, you have
no choice, all right?

He confessed to murder, and the
Crown wants to press charges.

So, unless this man
is the local wing nut

who confesses to everything,
you have to arrest him.

Well, I won't do it, Michel.

[ Sighs ]

Armand, we do not get to choose
which laws we enforce

and which ones we do not, huh?

[ Sighs ]

Okay.
I'll make it easy on you.

I order you to arrest the man

who confessed to the murder
of Jean Neal, okay?

Well, I won't obey
that order, sir.

Then you're suspended,
effectively immediately.

If Beauvoir is there,
put him on now.

[ Silverware clinking ]

[ Door opens ]

Yeah?

Hello?

Yes, sir.

I don't understand.

I really don't understand.

He ordered me to confiscate
your badge and gun.

I hope you know
what you're doing, sir.

[ Laughter ]

That's a good memory.
Thanks, Olivier.

So, as we close
this memorial service,

let us join together in the
singing of Jane's favorite hymn.

WOMAN: Aww.

[ Organ playing ]

♪ What do we do
with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What do we do
with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What do we do with a drunken
sailor early in the morning? ♪

♪ Way, hey, and up she rises ♪

♪ Way, hey, and up she rises ♪

♪ Way, hey, and up she rises
early in the morning ♪

♪ What do we do
with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What do we do
with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What do we do with a drunken
sailor early in the morning? ♪

GABRI:
We love, you Jane!

[ Applause ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Aren't you supposed to be
on holiday?

Go play some golf.

Are you all packed up?

Just about.

Any news from H.Q.?

No.
They seem to be ignoring me.

Is that a good or bad thing?

Damned if I know.
[ Chuckles ]

Thank you so much
for coming to the memorial.

-Ah.
-Oh.

Um...are you okay?

'Cause I heard you've been,
you know...

No, no, no, no, I'm fine.

Well, I was until I discovered
that Gabri is a priest.

He's not.
He just likes to dress up.

No, no, the -- the priest
only shows up once a month,

and he didn't really
know Jane, so...

And the "Drunken Sailor"?

It's the only song Jane knew and
the only song she ever taught.

Even the Christmas carols
were sung to that one.

[ Both laugh ]

How's your new neighbor?

Yolande?

Um, she can't move in
until the will is probated.

-Oh.
-The notary won't let her.

That sounds like
Maître Stickley.

Yep.

Stickley?

Stickley didn't do Jane's will.

It was the -- the --
the pregnant one

from the exercise class,
Solange somebody.

Jane redid her will last year.

We're getting ready
to start the ritual, okay?

Okay. Coming.

I'll get someone on that.

[ Birds chirping ]

You don't live at Hadley House,
do you?

I hate the place.
[ Scoffs ]

Too many bad memories.

How long have you been in love
with Clara?

Art school, I guess.

That's when we all met.

I didn't pay much attention
at first, but Peter did.

By the time I realized
how special she was,

it was too late.

Is it really that obvious?

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]
Oh, Jane.

Oh, my God.

It's just there.

[ Grunts ]
Broadhead.

Real feathers.

MATTHEW: I don't care
how many arrows you find.

I killed her.

This arrow we found
in the quiver in your basement.

Now look.

Look closely.

Yeah, it's one of mine.

Which we found embedded
in a tree 20 feet above

and 30 feet past where
Jean Neal's body was found.

Your arrow
did not kill Miss Neal.

JEAN-GUY: Which means that
the arrow your wife burned,

that wasn't your arrow.

GAMACHE: So, why did she react
so badly in the church hall

when you invited us over
for an archery lesson?

Because she had just found
the bloody clothes that morning.

She made Philippe
tell her what happened.

He said he was just out
hunting squirrels

and he missed the shot.

So he goes looking
for the arrow.

He found Jane.

He thought he'd killed her.

Suzanne didn't believe him, so
he showed her the bloody arrow.

And now she panics

and threw it in the furnace,
burned it up.

You know the stupid thing?

If I'd seen the arrow
before she burned it up,

I'd have known
it wasn't one of mine.

So, your son, he doesn't scream,

doesn't yell,
doesn't go for help?

Instead, he just goes
to look for his arrow.

Yeah.

You know what the first thing I
taught him about bowhunting was?

You find your arrow.

They're so expensive.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

How did you know?

I didn't, but two things
bothered me about it.

The way Matthew's attitude
changed

between the meeting at
the church and our visit, right?

For one.

The other was that Agent Nichol
made it all sound so logical,

and as you know,
murder is rarely logical.

Wait.

[ Clicking ]

Should you check with Brébeuf
first?

You're back or I'm gone.

[ Brakes squeal ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

Should I wait?
You might need backup.

[ Scoffs ]

Thanks.

Hi.

I thought the case was closed.

JEAN-GUY:
Mind if I come in?

Thank you.

Been a couple developments.
I just wanted --

André Malenfant,
that's a nice bow.

Going hunting?

I thought you caught the killer.

Yeah.

Turns out it was the wrong guy.

Where were you
on Thanksgiving Sunday?

Giving thanks
with my wife and son.

[ Scoffs ]

And don't try and hang it on us

because you screwed up
with Croft.

JEAN-GUY: Here's a warrant
to search your aunt's place.

What?

You can't.
H-He can't.

[ Brakes squeal ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

Honestly.

Madame, you can't go in there.

Uh, this is my house,
my family's house.

We have a search warrant.

[ Scoffs ]
Bitch, let me in.

Oh. That looks an awful lot like
assaulting a police officer.

GAMACHE: She could lose her
real-estate license for that.

Madame, the key.

[ Keys jingling ]

[ Door creaks ]

[ Lock clicks ]

[ Door creaks ]

[ Sighs ]

Let's see this mysterious
living room.

[ Sighs ]

[ Birds chirping ]

JEAN-GUY:
Lacoste.

I want the Neal house
sealed off completely.

No one gets in or out
without my say-so, okay?

Agent Nichol.

There is another will,
a newer one.

There can't be.
I checked.

With who?

The guy at headquarters.

Which guy?

I don't know,
but I told him to look,

and he said there was nothing.

[ Birds chirping ]

SOLANGE:
The principle beneficiary

of Madame Neal's estate
is Clara Morrow.

She leaves the house to Clara

and whatever remains
of the estate

after all taxes and fees
have been paid.

She also leaves her books
to Myrna Landers

and her car to Ruth Zardo.

[ Laughter ]

And everyone
in the pot-luck circle --

Uh, that's a technical term
from notary school.

[ Laughter ]

Everyone in the pot-luck circle

is invited to choose one item
from the house as a souvenir.

What's the old biddy worth?

SOLANGE:
After taxes and fees,

I would estimate the estate
to be worth $250,000.

Give or take.

[ Laughter ]

[ Voice breaking ] I don't
want the money. I want Jane.

So, when can we
get into the house?

Not till we finish the search.
Shouldn't be long.

But unofficially,
I would like you both

to come and see something,
all right?

So, why keep this room hidden?

-This doesn't look like Jane.
-Well, how do we know?

We've never been allowed in here
before.

Please.

CLARA: Well...

Yeah, the -- the furniture
looks like hers, but...

Hmm.

So, what doesn't
look like Jane's?

Yolande.

Yolande was over here
the other day

with a stepladder
and some buckets.

Wallpaper.

Looks like she was in a hurry.

Oh, my God.

Jane.

She painted the living room.

She painted the entire
freakin' living room.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, um, do you think
you could work any slower?

[ Laughs ]
Haste makes waste, lady.

[ Chuckling ]
Hey!

[ Cane bangs ]

[ Gasps ]
I'm with Yolande.

Whatever this is, cover it up.

Come here.

Tell me you don't love this.

My first day of school here,
Three Pines.

I was the new kid.

Jane made a point of coming over

and giving me a big kiss
on the cheek.

I was a grumpy old bitch
even then.

-[ Laughs ]
-Ah.

Oh, Jane.

[ Bird squawking ]

Chief Inspector?

There's a light on
in Jane's house.

[ Door closes ]

JEAN-GUY: Stay here.
Call for backup.

I saw it first!

I don't know why you're doing it
in the middle of the night.

-JEAN-GUY: Police! Don't move!
-CLARA: Oh, my God!

[ Breathing heavily ]

I saw a light.

Everybody said I was too slow,

so I thought I'd try
to get caught up.

Next time, just tell somebody.

Shall we?

Yeah.

BEN: I'd like to stay,
if you don't mind.

CLARA:
Do you need some help?

I'm fine.
Go home to Peter.

You almost got us shot.

-See you tomorrow.
-Yep.

[ Door closes ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Mid-tempo jazz music playing ]

MAN: I want one of those,
sweetheart, please.

WOMAN: No, I-I think
we should buy that one.

RUTH: Aww. Ooh!
[ Laughs ]

Here I am! See?

[ Both laugh ]

[ Gasps ]
Oh. Here's Timmer.

Ah.

Thank God.
I thought they'd never get it.

BEN:
Get what?

CLARA:
The message. Remember?

Jane talked about it
at Thanksgiving.

Really?
I-I don't remember.

Jane painted this for Timmer.

See, everybody in this painting
meant something to your mother.

NICHOL:
She didn't paint this for her.

Look, there's Yolande.

She meant nothing to Timmer.

Why would she be in it
if the painting was for Timmer?

[ Woman gasps ]

-Go home now.
-No. Why?

Go home.

[ Conversations continue ]

[ Gasps ] Oh.

[ Gasps ] Ah!

-[ Laughs ]
-OLIVIER: Oh, my God.

Oh, you have to see this
over here.

-No.
-Yeah.

[ Laughs ]

Wow.

-[ Laughs ]
-Oh.

[ Laughs ]

Olivier.

Clara, I just want to apologize
for Agent Nichol. Uh --

Forget it.
I really don't care.

Hey!
There's Ben.

There's Peter, too.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Oh, my God.

It's not her.

[ Laughs ]

It's not her.

It's not her.

That's not Yolande.

Okay, look, look, look.
[ Grunts ]

It's fine, fine.
[ Grunting ]

Okay, that Yolande is mean
and cunning.

This one's just vague.

She has no character to her
at all.

And the brush strokes
are different. You see?

Up and down there,
side to side there.

And the paints are different.

I mean, cadmium yellow
for Yolande's hair here,

ochre on the wall.

And -- Ben, is that a rag mark?

Like someone used
mineral spirits.

To do what?

Erase something,
whatever was there before.

I don't know.
[ Sighs ]

I can't say for sure.

Well, could we remove the face,
the new face,

lift the paint off, and find out
what was originally there?

It depends how -- It depends
how hard she scrubbed.

You think it's a woman.

Why?

Well, people tend to paint
what they know best,

and the face they know best
is the face in the mirror.

You remember when we first saw
the painting?

It had that -- you know,
that complete feeling.

But now it doesn't.

And I couldn't figure out
what had changed. Look at it.

[ People murmuring ]

Thank God for Agent Nichol.

She made me so mad,

I finally looked hard enough
to figure it out.

She pissed me off a lot.
[ Chuckles ]

Yeah.
I'm sorry about that.

So, who had access
to the painting

between Friday afternoon
and Monday morning?

Maybe it was the caretaker.

[ Light laughter ]

He's got the gallery to himself
all night.

You know, he would put chlorine
on it, though.

He puts too much chlorine
on everything.

[ Laughter ]

What about the festival jury?

PETER:
Why? No.

Why? Even if you hated it,
why only change one thing?

Well, maybe that one thing
changes the message of that.

I don't know.

I give up.

Too much heavy thinking for me.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

With your permission?

Ah. Yes, thank you
for your help, Ben.

-WOMAN: Night, Ben.
-BEN: Night, everyone.

-Good night, Ben.
-Night, Ben.

Yeah, me too.
Yeah. Good night.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Night, honey.
I'll be up soon.

-[ Sighs ]
-Ah.

Ah.

Oh.

Very nice.

-Thank you. [ Chuckles ]
-Reinforcements.

-Thank you very much.
-Mmm.

I, um -- [ Clears throat ]

I think I left my purse
at Jane's.

PETER:
Well, there's a storm brewing.

You know, get it tomorrow.

It's fine.
I won't be long.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

WOMAN:
Shall we stay for one more?

MAN:
Ah. What do you think?

Well, she has seen something
in this painting.

Yolande?

No, no, no, something new,

something
she hasn't seen before.

[ Sighs ]

Maybe someone else
got rubbed out.

Ben.

Ben had access to the painting
all weekend, didn't he?

Yeah.

NICHOL:
[ Slurring ] It's not Ben.

Can't be Ben.

It's not about the money,
never about the money.

It's obvious.

Peter Morrow done it.

Who's got Gamache wrapped
around her finger? Clara.

Who's she covering for?
Peter.

Who knew she got everything
in the new will

but didn't tell Gamache?
Clara.

Then wait till Gamache is gone,

contest the will,
hide the motive.

I could go on and on and on,
but the great god Gamache

doesn't like it
when I cut through the crap.

[ Footsteps departing ]

I'm gonna turn in.

-Night.
-Good night.

[ Crickets chirping ]

You're not in the painting.

[ Sighs ]

[ Gasps ]
Oh, mais voyons.

It's what she didn't see.

Jean-Guy!

Why aren't you in the painting?

Why did you say it was a woman
who fixed the painting?

[ Chuckles ]

You knew it was me.

Ben.

[ Chuckles ]

You killed Jane?

[ Voice breaking ]
Wh-Why?

You killed --
You killed your mother?

[ Exhales heavily ]

Wouldn't you?

[ Knock on door ]

GAMACHE:
Is Clara here?

No. Why?

CLARA:
[ Grunting ]

[ Thunder crashing ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Whimpering ]

[ Groans ]

Mnh!

Help me!

[ Crying ]
Somebody, help me!

BEN: Scream all you want,
my darling.

It won't keep the snakes away.

[ Laughs evilly ]

CLARA:
[ Crying ]

Please.

Gamache thinks
I'm in love with you.

[ Laughs evilly ]

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Smooching ]

[ Laughs evilly ]

-[ Smooching ]
-[ Crying ] No.

[ Imitating snake rattling ]

[ Laughs evilly ]

[ Sobbing ]

[ Thunder crashing ]

Oh, God.
Oh, my God.

[ Chuckles ]
Please.

These stairs are so rotten.

Mother should have
had this fixed years ago,

but she was too cheap.

[ Banging ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Too bad...Clara fell down
the stairs and smashed her head.

[ Sawing ]

I'm not a mean man, Clara.

This -- [ Laughs evilly ]

This really doesn't count.

[ Laughs evilly ]

[ Sawing ]

JEAN-GUY:
No sign of her.

There are fresh boot marks
in the kitchen.

The Hadley House.

Oh, God.

[ Sawing ]

Clara.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Clatter ]

[ Singsong voice ]
Clara.

[ Thunder crashing ]

Clara.

Don't piss me off, Clara.

[ Breathing heavily ]

BEN:
I smell snakes, Clara.

[ Imitating snake hissing ]

[ Thunder crashing ]

[ Whimpers, gasps ]

BEN:
Clara.

[ Laughs evilly ]

[ Thunder rumbling ]

-[ Rat trap snaps ]
-Ah! Aah!

Ohh, God!

[ Screaming ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

I've got you.

Ugh!

PETER:
Clara!

Clara!

Not the stairs!
Not the stairs!

JEAN-GUY:
Stay down!

It's all right!
It's all right!

CLARA:
[ Sobbing ]

Shh.

It's okay.
I've got you.

[ Handcuffs clicking ]

Okay. Okay.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Bird squawks ]

I never suspected him, Clara,
not for a second.

Why would you?
He's -- He was your best friend.

He tried to kill you.

Look, he fooled all of us.

A-All those stories he told
about Timmer,

all that crap about s-snakes
in the basement.

Jane's the only one
who saw the darkness.

Are you sure you wouldn't rather
do this alone?

-I can meet you later --
-No, no, no, no.

I want you to meet everybody.

This is Clara and Peter.
This is my wife, Reine-Marie.

Hello. Hello.
It's a pleasure to meet you.

Hi. Yeah, you too.

Armand told me so much
about Three Pines.

I had to see it for myself.

Oh. Yeah, that'd be a surprise
if he had anything nice to say

after we almost got him killed
the other night.

[ Door opens ]

Ladies and gentlemen,
brunch is served.

[ Silverware clinking ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

GABRI: [ Clears throat ]
I'm sorry.

Uh, Chief Inspector...
how did you figure it out?

Ask Clara.

She figured it out before I did.

CLARA: Ah.

Go ahead.
Tell them.

Ben wasn't in the painting.

Everyone else was, but not Ben.

And if "Fair Day"
was painted for Timmer,

then why would Jane
leave him out?

'Cause Ben was in Ottawa on Fair
Day, buying antiques for me.

He shouldn't have been
in the painting.

That's what Ben thought, too.

He thought it had blown
his alibi.

But he didn't spend
the whole day in Ottawa.

GAMACHE: No.

No, he -- he came back early
because he knew that you, Ruth,

were watching the parade...

leaving Timmer alone.

That's why Ben kept telling me

Timmer wanted me
to go to the parade.

Bastard!

We all went to the parade,
all of us.

Ben knew we would.

So he snuck in by the back road
and he went into the house

and turned up the morphine,
and none of us had a clue.

It wasn't your fault.

Ben did this, not you.

And it was his guilt
that brought him down.

How?

He took the painting
too literally.

He thought it was all about
that one day at Three Pines.

In fact, it was about Timmer's
life in Three Pines.

It made perfect sense

to have him standing
next to his best friend.

But he thought
Jane was accusing him.

Do you think she was?

You never know.

But Ben couldn't
take the chance.

He had to erase himself
from the painting

and prevent Jane from seeing
what he'd done.

If he hadn't altered
the painting,

he would have
got away with murder.

[ Birds chirping ]

Let's go.

[ Vehicle approaching ]

[ Engine shuts off,
car doors opening ]

Oh, uh, just a moment.

Chief Inspector...thank you.

I enjoyed the experience.

I wasn't drunk the other night.
I was just tired.

Never her fault, is it?

-Hey.
-Yeah?

[ Car door closes ]

Thank you, Jean-Guy,
for everything.

Ah, no.

You know,
you didn't let me down.

You never have.

Thank you, sir.

Have a good weekend.

[ The Express and Company's
"Out by the Trees" plays ]

GAMACHE: Now come with me.
I'm gonna show you

this room that Jane painted,
the big mystery.

♪ All my family,
they sing harmony ♪

♪ All my family,
they sing harmony ♪

♪ They sing harmony
out by the trees ♪