Prefect Diard and the top brass at Paris HQ
decided to let Gallagher walk.
Don’t move.
Whoa, this is not what it looks like.
It’s exactly what it looks like.
Hey...
Buddy...
You in the wrong room, or...?
Hey!
Sorry, sorry, uh, we got a male in a silver Corvette
heading east en route to...
whatever the name of the street my hotel is on.
Oh, yeah, and, um...
I’ve got a dead body in my bed.
I feel like... people don’t take me seriously.
No, I have been doing this for a long time, Patty.
Like, I know stuff.
And it’s like...
no one will ever know what I know.
You know?
Whoa...
Keep this locked up!
Do we know where they are?
Patty and Renuf are in pursuit of the car that fled the scene.
And Patty shared her location with me.
Okay, okay.
Let’s go, Renuf!
We’re still in pursuit of the grey Corvette.
I mean, it’s an island, right?
They gotta come back this way eventually?
Hmm, I’m pretty sure I know the only road
they’ll have to take.
Pull over!
Pull over! Now!
Turn off the engine!
Turn it off! Now!
Don’t shoot, Deputy.
Unless, of course, you want to have another go.
We want first crack at him.
Gallagher’s in holding, but Prefect Diard
gave strict orders that we don’t talk to him until she arrives.
What? That’s ridiculous.
The guy was just in a high-speed car chase with us,
having fled a potential crime scene.
My hands are tied.
This murder...
dead guy in your hotel room?
Well, he was in my bed, specifically.
And what’s your relationship with him?
I’ve never seen him before in my life.
Look, Fitz, we trust you, but, uh...
you can imagine this looks a little suspicious.
I wanna know who the dead guy in my bed was
a lot more than any of you, believe me.
Good to hear. Now, go do your jobs.
A lot of people have been in this bed recently, no?
You’re very funny.
Gallagher, eh?
To get his hands this dirty
and to put himself in a vulnerable situation...
something is off.
Right, but our eyes are all over him,
and a caged animal behaves differently
than it normally would.
He looks... cyanotic.
Like he was suffocated.
And the blood and mucus on your pillow.
Mmm.
Can’t wait to sleep in this bed again.
Seeing this stuff on his hands?
What is it, grease?
Huh... Look.
Two room keys? Two rooms?
This one is for room 118
and this would be the staff skeleton key.
He’d have access to every room in the motel.
So, we know how he got into your room,
just not... why.
So, this is Warren’s room.
Clearly, the place has been tossed.
Our dead guy just get here, or was he leaving?
I’ve asked them to bring Marguerite up to us
from the front desk.
Look.
They are addressed to a... Cori Anderson.
They all have "Return to Sender Warren Travis,
"care of Glenhurst Correctional Facility."
Okay, if our vic’s name is Warren Travis, Glenhurst...
it’s a maximum-security prison in Ontario.
Ex-con writing to Cori from jail?
- Hmm. - His girlfriend?
Wife, maybe?
Arch. Look at this.
These are photos of me.
"Inspector Donald Fitzpatrick. Monday 6:00 AM, 9:00 PM.
"Tuesday..." This is a log.
That’s when I leave in the morning and come back at night.
Was he watching you?
Oh no, you need to... to stop right there.
I saw Sean Gallagher.
Uh, I was distracted...
getting the garbage out, but I saw him walking over
from his car, and then he was gone.
I assume he came in here.
Tell us what you know about Warren Travis.
He checked in a few weeks ago.
Was quiet.
Paid on time.
Never any trouble.
Staff loved him.
Like you, Fitz.
You seem pretty upset, Marguerite.
Were you friends with Warren?
Or was there something...
a little more, maybe?
Marguerite, it’s okay, you can tell us.
It’s just a bit jarring to witness someone
being carried out in a body bag.
You said Warren checked in a couple of weeks ago.
It looks like his bag was recently packed.
Do you know, was he planning to move out?
Not that he mentioned to me.
He had a skeleton key which he used
to break into Fitz’s room.
Any idea how he would have gotten it?
He could have stolen it.
From the cleaners... maybe?
Our victim is Warren Travis.
Age 60.
He’s an ex-con. He did 12 years
at a maximum-security prison in Ontario,
and he was released two months ago.
Patty, did you manage to get any info
on what he was convicted of?
It’s a Canadian judicial information sharing issue,
but... I’m working on it.
And you still maintain that you don’t know our dead guy?
A hundred percent.
Warren, our vic,
he was clocking me.
Every time I left in the morning,
and when I got home at night.
"6:00 AM, 9:00 PM"?
You need a life, my friend.
Okay, but if we figure out why this guy was
logging my comings and goings,
maybe we’ll have a better understanding
as to how he ended up dead in my motel room.
Maybe he was watching Fitz for Gallagher
and Gallagher killed him in there.
And you have a motive, right?
Marguerite, she owns the motel;
she seems to think that Gallagher was in the vic’s room
right before he fled the scene.
Right, but that’s not a motive.
We need a stronger connection between Gallagher
and our dead guy.
Which we could get if we were allowed to question Gallagher.
What about the letters recovered from Warren’s room?
Uh, addressed to a Cori Anderson.
We ran a search, it turns out it’s Warren’s daughter.
She’s unfortunately deceased.
- Any other next of kin? - Yeah.
There were some children’s birthday cards included
in the envelopes made to a child named Tara.
Based on the postage date stamp and the age on the card,
I figured Tara would be 23, which matches to a Tara Anderson
who lives in St. Pierre.
Nice work. Go see her.
See what we can learn from her about Warren.
Uh, this was also mixed in with the letters.
This is a lease agreement between our victim and...
Sean Gallagher.
Is that enough of a link?
I mean, if Diard doesn’t like us questioning
a potential murder suspect...
then she can go...
Uh, how much time do we have before Diard gets back here?
About 35 minutes. She’s on a ferry from Miquelon.
And I’ll be in my office.
Not watching...
whatever it is you guys are up to.
Yes, all right, I was at the hotel last night,
and I shouldn’t have been, and I was with someone
I shouldn’t have been with, but you know...
that’s hardly a crime, is it?
An eyewitness saw you in Warren’s room,
10 minutes before he was found dead.
And clearly you knew him.
You had a lease agreement with him.
Oh. I was meant to pick up the tenancy agreement
while I was there.
I forgot.
Now, that’s hardly against the law.
So, it’s a coincidence that...
this tenant was murdered?
You fled the scene right before I discovered
Warren Travis’s body.
Maybe you offed him yourself, Inspector.
We’re all very well aware of that...
temper of yours.
Is that why you engaged in a high-speed chase
with law enforcement?
You were afraid Inspector Fitzpatrick
was going to hurt you?
You take a good picture, don’t you?
Very photogenic.
Was Warren Travis keeping an eye on me...
on your behalf?
Well, I hate to disappoint you,
but I’m not that interested in you, Inspector.
Well, if I was keeping tabs on anyone,
it would be the Deputy here.
Oh... Tough cop routine.
So, you’re gonna reason with me aggressively
and then throw me a theory or two
before you try to extract a confession out of me,
is that right?
What do you have to confess to?
Only poor timing.
You two...
outside, now.
You... you sit.
Marcus didn’t know we were in with Gallagher.
We went rogue.
And by "going rogue," we were interrogating
a possible murder suspect!
I’m the one who let them go in,
and quite frankly, if I hadn’t, it would have been a dereliction of duty.
You know, you should really let us know what’s going on
- if you want us to do our jobs properly. - Your job is to do what I say!
Disobey one of my directives again
and you will all face the consequences.
What the actual hell is going on?
First Gallagher’s released with no explanation,
no charges for what he did to Marcus,
and now Diard is protecting him?
Is this making any sense to you?
No. It doesn’t unless, you know,
it was Diard that he was meeting at the hotel that night.
Maybe they’re hooking up.
Marcus warned us not to make an enemy of her.
Yeah, well, we’re not doing a great job of that.
Yeah.
She’s playing at something.
Hopefully, Natasha will be able to shed some light on the whole thing.
Time of death between 7:00 and 10:00 PM.
Petechial hemorrhaging on the face and neck.
Blood in the nostrils and mouth.
Bluish tinge to the skin and lips.
- Asphyxiation. - Yeah.
Likely obstruction due to compression to his airway.
So the poor guy was suffocated.
Maybe. ’Cause then there’s this.
- Is that a burn? - Possibly.
It was fairly fresh, judging by the composition.
And... this stuff under the nails?
Motor oil.
Okay, so we’re dealing with a mechanic.
These are mechanic’s hands. That means...
he could have burned himself welding, maybe?
The logo on his shirt?
"Carrosserie Lou." It’s an auto body shop.
Let’s go see if Warren got his hands dirty there.
Oh my God. This is a shock.
Are you sure it’s my grandfather?
We’ve confirmed his ID. I’m afraid so.
Tara, Wes, we’re so sorry for your loss.
When was the last time you saw him?
He tried to reconnect.
Yeah, Tara told him what to do with that.
Warren was in jail for a lot of my life.
He abandoned my mother when we needed him most.
She passed a while back.
I barely knew anything about him. I didn’t want to.
We found letters, cards, in Warren’s possession
addressed to you and your mom. All of them returned.
Mom didn’t want anything to do with my granddad.
She must have sent them back.
Who are the others?
This is me.
Mom, Dad, Warren...
His best friend Noah.
And the other woman?
Not sure.
It takes a lot of time and money
to get old cars off the island.
They either come here or people just
leave them to rust in their front yard.
Okay, what’s up with you?
It’s just my kids were supposed to come visit me this weekend,
but obviously they can’t stay with me
because of the dead guy in my room,
and now I gotta cancel, which is gonna go over just great.
You can stay at my place.
The kids can stay in the attic room.
They love the view.
- No, Arch. That’s too much. - No, it’s okay!
No, you take the couch; it’ll be fun.
And a good excuse for me to watch cheesy Anglo movies
guilt-free.
Okay, it’s decided.
Come on.
Warren was a no-show today.
Not on brand.
He was found dead this morning.
Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.
Any leads?
Leads?
Why would you ask that?
Cops don’t normally just show up unless there’s...
some kind of foul play.
Lou, where were you last night?
I was here, working.
You can ask any of my guys.
We were working here close to midnight.
Warren have anyone in his life that you know of?
Friends, enemies, girlfriend, family...?
I dunno, um, disgruntled customer?
Warren kept pretty much to himself.
Customers loved his work.
How’d he die?
We’re not at liberty to say.
He leave any personal effects around?
No.
So, he wouldn’t have a locker back there, maybe?
Hey. Hey, man.
You can’t go back there.
Marguerite?
No, no. Don’t even think about it.
Non, écoutez...
Merde.
What I’m about to tell you stays between us.
Clearly, if we’re going to trust each other,
you need to be brought into the inner circle.
Sean Gallagher’s an informant for Interpol.
He answers to me.
That man nearly killed me. And you made a deal with him?
Marcus, this is bigger than any of us.
Interpol has significant intel
that a cartel is making a move for St. Pierre.
And why would Gallagher go along?
Self-preservation? Protecting his own territory?
And staying out of jail.
You expect him to report to you like a good soldier?
I’m not delusional.
But this is our best play for now.
Okay... Can we question the man about this murder?
Yes, but keep in mind the bigger picture.
You, uh, wanted a connection with Marguerite and Warren?
Warren Travis served time
for criminal negligence manslaughter.
The victim...
Noah Landry.
So, what does this all have to do with Marguerite?
This photo was found in Tara’s garage.
We’ve confirmed the identities.
Warren, Cori, Tara, Josh Anderson...
Noah Landry and Landry’s wife.
Is that a young Marguerite?
Warren Travis went to jail for killing Marguerite’s husband...?
I didn’t know about your husband. I’m sorry.
There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Fitz.
You think I always ran a hotel?
Warren was convicted of killing my husband, Noah.
And you didn’t tell us earlier because...?
It was a lifetime ago.
Our victim, Warren Travis, was murdered in your hotel,
and now we’re learning that this victim killed your husband?
You’ve gotta see the revenge angle at play here.
You have motive. You have opportunity.
Right now, you are the prime suspect in Warren’s murder.
- I didn’t kill Warren. - I was helping him.
How were you helping him?
Ah, Warren made me promise
if anything were to happen to him...
I needed to find an item, something valuable.
Keep it safe.
- This bankbook? - I don’t know.
He didn’t say what.
Just that I’d know when I found it.
Why would Warren trust you?
No, he knew me.
He knew I didn’t hold him responsible
for my husband’s death.
That was all Sean Gallagher’s fault.
If you want to know who killed Warren...
look at him.
Tell us about the relationship
between you and Warren Travis.
You’ve already cracked that one, Deputy.
He rented an apartment from me.
We know you’re on the payroll.
As an informant.
Interpol.
Honestly, I have...
no idea how you pulled off this little scam.
But it all goes away if we find out
that you killed Warren Travis.
Warren would do things for me, now and then.
He was my car guy.
Warren was a car thief.
He was an expert car thief.
There are no theft charges on his record.
He never got caught.
Back then, he was known on the street
as Bolt.
You should search that.
Your husband... Noah.
How was he connected?
Noah was in Warren’s crew. They were family.
But Warren was convicted of manslaughter in Noah’s death.
Ah, it was a rushed job for a very impatient client.
They didn’t follow their normal ritual.
The cops got wind.
There was a high-speed chase.
A crash.
And...?
Warren walked away.
Noah wasn’t so lucky.
Warren fell on a sword to protect the client.
The impatient client was Sean Gallagher.
There are dozens of unsolved grand theft auto cases
connected to Bolt. They go back decades.
And all of them with a similar MO.
The thieves targeted newer, high-end vehicles
equipped with CAN bus technology.
I’m sorry, what is, uh...
Controller Area Network.
It’s like the central nervous system of a car.
You control it, you control the vehicle.
It’s state-of-the-art tech.
You need to be a bit of a genius to do it as fast as Warren did.
I also looked into the banking info to figure out
what Warren wanted Marguerite to protect.
- And...? - He made weekly cash deposits.
Same time and day, same amount,
with one larger sum on off weeks.
So... what?
Is he getting paid under the table?
Was it a lot of money?
Not really, but more than he could possibly make
as a mechanic.
Okay, let’s see what else Warren was doing at Lou’s.
"Bolt"? Are you for real?
That’s gotta be the stupidest nickname I ever heard.
We have reason to believe you know exactly
who we’re talking about.
Well, I don’t.
And I don’t know anything about any car thefts either.
Place feels a little more sparse
than the last time we were here, Lou.
Were you clearing some stuff out?
- It’s a body shop. - We’re always clearing stuff out.
I assume that’s all papered?
We’re going to need access to your inventory, files, records.
You know, I don’t appreciate whatever it is you’re implying.
But if you want access to anything, call a judge.
Call a judge?
We definitely hit a nerve.
What’s Lou hiding?
You said this is the only place on the island
to get rid of old cars, right?
Yeah, they can stay here for years.
Some of these parts, they’re from newer models.
Are you getting chop shop vibes?
Was Warren up to his old tricks?
Something go south with Lou?
And Lou took care of the problem?
Partial VIN number there?
I got a list of stolen cars
from the Canadian Auto Theft Task Force,
and connected the partial VIN you found to a vehicle.
Lou is running a chop shop.
We can only assume Warren was being used for more than
just his mechanic skills.
- Nice work, Patty. - Just doing my job.
Without a warrant, the way we collected the VIN
makes the evidence inadmissible.
I’m glad I didn’t have to say it.
Well... is there something you do want to say?
I understand you’re looking for a legal way
into Lou’s body shop?
Ah.
Here we are.
Friends again.
Feels strange to be in the back of a cop car
and not be wearing cuffs.
Yeah, don’t worry.
You’ll be wearing them before the day’s out.
Oh, I love it how we forget that St. Pierre is the gateway
for goods going from North America
to the rest of the world.
Most of it is legal, of course,
but an awful lot of it isn’t.
On that note...
How do you smuggle vehicles in a way the police wouldn’t know?
Well, there’s an awful lot of things
that goes on around here
that you crowd have no idea about.
Could you please just stop talking
like the Riddler for a second?
You might start the day
by falsifying the documents, and then circumvent
the shipping logs, manipulate logistics,
but all the while, we’d be using new tech.
Bypass their God-awful security.
Warren did 12 years in prison
and never gave anyone up.
Whomever he was protecting
must have been very grateful, I imagine.
Easy to respect a man like that.
- Did you respect him? - Oh yeah, sure.
I pitied him too.
Why?
Having to live with what happened
to his lovely daughter, Cori.
What happened?
She was murdered, brutally murdered,
by her husband.
A father’s first duty is to protect one’s own.
Well, I wanted to look after Warren.
Get him a good place to live.
Grown man...
can’t be living his best life in a cheap motel.
Do not mess with us, Sean.
We need to know what Lou has going on in that shop,
what he had Warren doing for him.
Yeah, that’ll be easy.
And whether he was directly or indirectly involved
in Warren’s murder.
So, you need a confession out of him.
I thought that was your thing.
Just... stick to the script.
My God, man!
Your hands are freezing! Have you got a pulse in there?
Ah, sorry. My circulation is not so good.
Yeah, you’re not kiddin’.
Uh, could you say something for me?
May you have food and raiment, a soft pillow for your head.
May you have 40 years in Heaven
’fore the Devil knows you’re dead.
Can’t believe we’re doing this.
You know we don’t trust you!
You’d be right not to!
Wouldn’t trust myself.
It’s all right, Lou.
Just take a breath now.
It’s only me.
Just want to have a...
quick chat.
Did you put the kettle on, eh?
You’re a good fella, Lou,
but you couldn’t make a decent cup of tea
if your life depended on it.
No, that is, uh...
well, that is shite.
I miss that biting sense of humour.
Hm. Look, Lou.
I thought we had an understanding.
A level of trust.
And then I found out that the coppers were here,
earlier today.
And the word is you got a...
wee side hustle.
- Yeah, I was gonna bring you in. - Oh, you were?
You know, I had to...
- Sort out the details? - The details.
- Yeah. - The details, right.
- Lou, would you, uh... - would you come over here?
Come on. Stand here.
Now...
would you pop your hand in there, hmm?
Uh, are you...
You want me to put my hand in there?
Yeah, in the vice.
Did he just order him to put his hand in a vice?
Yeah. Let’s let it play out for a bit.
I want you to tell me all about...
Warren Travis.
- Warren... - Mm-hm.
He was just a...
a mechanic in here.
You know, just, uh, one of my gearheads.
No, no, no!
Uh, Arch...?
We’ll stop it if it goes too far.
So, was that the first time, was it?
Of course, of course!
Okay, okay...
You were in a coma. Nobody knew if you were
gonna come out. I had to keep the train moving!
Just tell me all about... that train.
Just a shipment. Cars.
Alright!
Today, you’ll get your cut!
But what about Warren’s cut?
’Cause he’s dead, isn’t he?
I needed Warren, okay? Because...
he was just running point on the...
Oh!
Who killed Warren, Lou?
I swear, I swear, I swear on my mother,
on my children, I don’t know!
Oh, Lou, you, um...
you are going to have to tell me about your backer.
Because you...
sure as shite...
you don’t have the cash for this kind of operation.
You’re going to tell me before that wee hand of yours goes...
pop.
He’s drowning us out.
What a prick.
Hey.
What did you do to him?
Oh, he’s fine... ish.
Most of his body parts are intact.
You can go and check on him yourself, if you like, but...
wouldn’t want you to blow the lead I got for you.
Oh, can you get this...
- Get it off. - Yeah. Okay.
Gallagher sabotaged the audio.
What did you not want us to hear?
You needed me to do it my way, and I did.
I gave you what you wanted.
A very high-value shipment
is gonna be unloaded at these warehouses.
If you make this bust...
you may be able to leverage your arrests...
- to get your killer. - That’s a pretty big "if."
I think it’s time for Mr. Gallagher to step out.
Thank you.
I dug deeper into Warren’s bank deposit.
They weren’t just put in a chequing account.
He had actually set up a trust.
Is there a beneficiary?
And another signatory.
To find out who, I have to go there in person with a proof of death.
Natasha can provide that.
I already got it.
Renuf, where did you go?
I was waiting for the bank manager,
I looked around, and you were gone.
I-I was hungry and, uh, I got a coffee.
This might be why you feel people don’t take you seriously, Renuf.
Well, I’m... I’m sorry.
So, tell me, what... what did the, uh...
bank manager say?
The manager has to run it past legal in Paris,
but he thinks if we get a court order
we’ll get the name of the other signatory on Warren’s account.
- Wes? - Yeah.
I work security at the bank next door.
Saw you guys come in.
I wanted to thank you.
Thank us for...
Well, for how you handled telling Tara about her granddad.
You know, Warren’s death.
We appreciated your sensitivity.
Of course. How’s Tara holding up?
Oh, she’s okay. As good as you can be, I guess.
Anyway.
Thanks again.
Your vic was wearing a pacemaker.
Well, that’s not so unusual.
You’re right.
Pacemakers come with safety measures
in case they malfunction, like asynchronous pacing,
but this one... this circuitry is fried.
Can we use the serial number to get the cardiogram data?
Brilliant idea, Arch.
I already put the call in.
I will let you know as soon as I hear back from them.
Team’s ready, we gotta go.
Right, intel’s good. Shipment’s arrived.
Just remind them it’s the warehouse on the left.
All right, let’s do this.
Arch. Show time.
Fitz. You too.
Don’t make a sound.
Police!
Police! Hands up!
We called the judge, Lou.
Don’t even think about touching that gun.
It’s over for you, Lou. Hands up.
Now.
I told you everything I know.
Really, Lou?
Because we just caught you with a bunch of stolen cars,
and you don’t seem to know anything.
Let me help.
Warren was your partner on the job.
I can chop cars and sell them for parts.
But that’s not where the money is.
I need to sell them whole.
But I can’t sell what I can’t start.
That’s where he came in.
Warren used to boost cars by reprogramming the CAN bus?
Well, key word there is Warren.
He had this universal starter.
He made it himself.
Did you get greedy?
Tossed Warren’s room looking for this universal starter?
You wanted to cut him out.
- Permanently. - Come on, that’s not me.
All right, then, help us understand what’s really going on here.
I’m a mechanic. Okay?
I’m not a... whatever mad scientist Warren was.
Even if I had the starter, I wouldn’t know
how to operate it.
We had a bug in your place.
We know Gallagher came to visit.
He had your hand in the vice.
But we lost the audio.
What did you say to him?
Something about a backer.
There is no backer.
It’s my shop. My operation.
And that’s what I told Gallagher.
You don’t believe me?
Go ask him yourself.
Warren had the ultimate key to start any vehicle.
A key only he knew how to use.
If Lou didn’t cut him out,
then he likely didn’t kill Warren.
Marguerite had no motive
since her and Warren were good friends.
Which leaves us high and dry.
I know no one wants to hear it,
but Gallagher is clearly not telling us everything.
The bank manager came through.
Strange thing, a huge deposit was made
to Warren’s trust fund earlier today.
By whom?
The deposit was made anonymously.
But I do know who the other signatory on Warren’s trust is.
Warren’s granddaughter.
Tara, you’re Warren’s granddaughter,
and by being the only other signatory on this account,
in the event of Warren’s death...
the proceeds go straight to you.
No probate court, no questions asked.
You resented Warren.
You felt he abandoned you and your mother.
Did you blame him for her death?
I can see how you would have been motivated.
You get rid of a painful memory from the past,
you cash in on a trust fund at the same time.
It’s a version of justice.
My mom idolized him.
And, yeah, I blamed my grandfather for making choices
that took him away from us.
But he was the last family I had.
If you had nothing to hide,
why didn’t you tell us that you were the beneficiary
of the trust fund before?
I didn’t want to mention it.
In front of my husband.
He was worried that my grandfather might upset me.
The baby.
And where were you the night of the murder?
I was at the hospital.
Why?
Being pregnant I get dizzy spells.
Two nurses and a doctor confirmed Tara was admitted
the night Warren was killed.
But it’s weird she didn’t mention
the hospital visit before.
Why was Warren hiding the fact that Tara was a signatory
on the trust fund?
I guess being a lifelong criminal forces you
to cover your bases, always look over your shoulder.
Is that why Warren was keeping an eye on me?
He knew I was a cop? He was trying to avoid a run-in?
Yeah, but why did he end up in your room?
For your help?
Or... he trusted me?
He thought he could stash something there?
It’d be safer with you?
Marguerite told us Warren
wanted her to secure something valuable.
And she would know it when she saw it.
I bet it wasn’t a bankbook.
Warren was hiding something...
He had, uh... the skeleton key.
He had access to every room in this motel,
but for some reason he chose mine.
The killer followed him in...
and killed him.
Right, they had a little scuffle,
Warren dies... here.
I show up, I scare off Gallagher...
Gallagher scared off the killer,
or Gallagher was the killer all along?
Okay, but think about it.
Warren took the rap for the botched job
that killed Noah Landry.
He never turned on Gallagher.
If anything, Gallagher was in his debt.
Okay, so...
Gallagher was here.
He was looking for whatever Warren was trying to hide.
Maybe?
Warren’s remote starter.
We’ll see.
I spoke to Natasha.
She got the cardiogram data from Warren’s pacemaker.
An electromagnetic event damaged the circuitry.
It happened right around the time of death.
Not a lot of things could cause that.
A Taser or a stun gun?
Maybe, at close range.
Well, we know someone with a stun gun.
Yeah, Tara’s husband, Wes.
Anyone will tell you I couldn’t have done this.
Maybe you have an idea of who could have?
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but...
Tara hated Warren.
Okay.
But Tara was at the hospital when Warren was murdered.
She had an accident.
Actually, hospital records show she’s had, um...
a few accidents.
- Yeah, of course. - I can’t believe I forgot.
I’m the one that brought her to the hospital.
You can ask her.
Why would he say that?
Did Wes bring you to the hospital?
Before you answer me, if you say yes
and it turns out not to be true,
you’re gonna be in a lot of trouble.
And right now...
you gotta think about your future.
And your baby’s future.
Your credit card says you bought a plane ticket
to Paris.
Why would you do that?
Oh, for Tara.
A little getaway.
The stress and tension of Warren constantly hounding her...
not good for the baby.
We spoke with Tara’s doctor.
Because of all her injuries,
her pregnancy is considered high-risk.
She would need a medical letter clearing her for travel.
A letter she has never requested.
Right. Yes, okay.
Tara was in the hospital that night.
But that doesn’t mean she wasn’t involved with Warren’s death.
I’m listening.
Well, I mean...
she could have hired somebody.
It happens.
Hired someone... to kill Warren?
For money.
Warren had a lot of money.
Wes didn’t take me to the hospital.
I don’t know anything about a flight to Paris.
And why were you at the hospital last night?
What did he do to you?
Hey, Wes.
Some interesting photos Tara gave me.
Like a log.
Of all the times that you hurt her.
She did that herself.
How... did she do this to herself?
- She’s clumsy. - Ah, careful.
Wes... she told me everything.
About all the times that you grabbed her,
all the times that you pushed her,
all the times she had to take herself to the hospital
and be there alone.
Including last night.
Did you know we can match a stun gun burn mark
to the exact device?
You wanna bet we can match the burn on Warren’s chest to yours?
Oh, yeah.
He saw the patterns.
He confronted you about Tara’s bruising.
Just like he saw on his own daughter, Cori, Tara’s mother,
that’s what happened to her; he couldn’t stop it then.
But this time, with you...
history repeating itself.
Another abusive scumbag.
She’s...
Tara’s lying.
God, do you have any idea what I do for her?
You have any clue?
No.
But we do know you must have saw Warren
going in and out of the bank.
You clearly found out about the trust and you knew...
you knew Tara didn’t want you to know anything about it.
Oh, like it was so hard to figure out the deposits.
I mean, really, how much could a mechanic bring in?
No, no, no. I knew he had to be making moves again as Bolt.
Tara told me all about his glory days.
So, you know what I did? Paid him a visit.
Said I wanted in.
And he promised to give me a cut if I walked away from Tara.
After what he did to his family, abandoned them,
I looked after Tara.
Okay?
And he wanted to cut me out of her life?
My kid’s?
Is that why you were so mad that night?
Is that why you put Tara in the hospital?
And why you then went to find Warren?
I knew his MO. How he controlled the cars.
All I needed was that special car starter.
Then I was gonna cut him out.
And all he had to do... was give it to me.
But he refused.
I knew he had it somewhere.
I... I couldn’t find it, so I followed him.
But still, he wouldn’t give it up.
And the next thing I knew...
I just wanted to get what I deserved.
Oh, trust me, Wes...
you will.
I just...
I don’t know how to thank you for...
Ah, stop it.
I want to. And, uh...
it’s really nice having them here.
Well, they like it too.
Did I tell you Marguerite has offered to have Tara stay with her?
She’ll help with the baby.
That’s nice.
It’s kind of like the whole thing will come full circle.
Archambault.
Oh, hey.
I wanted to...
Should I give you a minute, or...?
Look. I know that yous know
that I’m hiding something from yous.
Something I got from Lou.
Okay.
Tell you the truth, I’m finding this whole...
Interpol...
cooperating with the cops arrangement...
hard to swallow, as you can imagine.
You can always just confess to the litany of crimes
you’ve committed and make your little deal
with Interpol go away.
Yeah, I wouldn’t go that far.
I said hard, not impossible.
But regardless of that, I wanted to say...
when you need to know...
what I know...
then you will.
Is that supposed to be reassuring?
I don’t know what it’s supposed to be,
but it is the truth.
What’s the real reason that you were at my hotel
the night Warren was killed?
Warren wanted to bring me up to speed...
on his import business, but...
when I got to the hotel and found his room trashed,
then found a body, I...
Ah.
There’s just too much at stake for me at the moment
to get caught up in a murder I didn’t commit.
Right, so you just got the hell outta there.
Hey, uh...
don’t you worry about Tara,
and her baby.
She’s gonna be all right.
Got a good feeling about that one.
We heard that Tara was given an anonymous gift...?
A top-up to the trust fund Warren left her.
It was you, wasn’t it?
You know, loyalty...
and family...
the two things that I value most in the world.
Warren was a loyal man.
Have a good night, yeah?
Oh, and, Fitz...?
Enjoy that family of yours.
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