FITZ: Meredith.
-We need to talk.
FITZ: When's the next time you're gonna have a chance
to walk around free and easy in France?
-I love my new family.
Very much.
And I would never do anything to put them at risk.
[church bells ringing]
[people singing in French]
[protesters yelling]
-I hate funerals.
-Everyone hates funerals.
It would be weird if you liked them.
-It just feel like I've spent half my life
staring at a dead body in a box.
-Well, lucky for you, the former préfet was cremated.
FITZ: Hold it. What is all this, anyway?
And what is that song?
ARCH: It's a protest chant, "Hymne des femmes."
On the plight of women around the world.
-Beschet. Wow.
They must be here because of him.
ARCH: Jeffrey Beschet, the world-renowned violinist.
-You're a monster, Beschet!
-He'll pay for what he did!
- Allez, allez!
Ma voiture!
[crowd shouting]
[organ music playing]
♪
-Hey. -Hey.
-Hi.
MARCUS: Jeffrey Beschet's been getting death threats all week.
He's a very popular guy.
-Yeah, in the worst possible way.
-Multiple sexual assault charges tend to make people angry.
-And not a second of jail time.
Despite a conviction.
-What are we doing at his father's funeral anyway?
DIARD: Prefect Beschet was my predecessor.
It's a sign of respect for the SPMP
to be represented here.
-Check out that hat.
It's a real commitment.
Bit dramatic.
-You've gotta be kidding me.
-What?
Oh.
You didn't know she'd be here?
-Nope.
-Well, Prefect Beschet was involved in lots of, um,
high-profile immigration cases.
Maybe he and Meredith worked together.
-I'm a man of few words.
The best tribute that I can give my papa
is by playing the piece he loved most.
["Le Cygne" by Camille Saint-Saëns playing]
♪
[violin makes a discordant sound]
[stops playing]
[crowd gasping]
[Jeffrey coughing]
-Jeffrey!
Jeffrey! Jeffrey!
[tense music]
♪
-He's gone. I'm sorry.
-No!
[theme music]
♪
DIARD: The son of a former prefect is dead,
and a lot of high-profile people are pushing for answers.
-Yeah, my phone's blowing up as well.
-I don't care if this isn't an official homicide, Marcus.
You need to treat it as one until we know it's not.
-Yes, ma'am. You heard the lady.
-Yeah, we-- we've got the church locked down.
We're collecting all the passports,
IDs of all the guests.
-No one can leave Saint-Pierre. We get it.
-I appreciate it.
-I know we're flying blind here, but find out anything you can
from the coroner about the cause of death.
[crowd murmuring]
ANDY: I didn't kill him.
I would have, maybe, if I had the chance,
but... I didn't.
-Okay. Well, no one said that you did, so...
-I'm not an idiot.
You'll pin this on me the first chance you get.
Les flics , you protect your own.
-I can assure you, Jeffrey Beschet
is not our own anything.
-A former prefect's son? Please.
-Well, you're clearly angry about all of the allegations
against Beschet. -Allegations?
You know, this is a kind of justice, what happened to him.
-Well, you better hope that we don't find any signs of toxins
or poison in the coffee you threw in the man's face.
-It was just a nice hot dark roast.
RENUF: Dans la voiture. Tout suite.
♪
NATASHA: Okay, guys, seriously, I just got here.
I haven't even had a chance to pick a playlist.
FITZ: We know, we know, it's just that the prefect
wants this treated like a homicide until proven otherwise.
-Severe nut allergy.
-Well, physical symptoms are consistent
with death by an anaphylactic allergy.
-He was injected with some kind of allergy pen
by his mother just before he died.
-Clearly, it didn't do the job. Seriously, I do need more time.
-We understand.
Just a lot of pressure on all sides for this one.
-The famous predator, Jeffrey Beschet.
Gotta say, I'm not shedding a tear that he's on my slab.
-Well, we trust that won't affect your autopsy.
How about you buzz us when you're ready, please?
Okay?
ARCH: How's it going?
PATTY: People aren't loving being kept here,
but so far, so good.
ARCH: Who are those two?
-Tim Mislan, Beschet's security. We just interviewed him.
He's pretty messed up by the whole thing.
He was supposed to escort Jeffrey to the cathedral,
but was late.
-And the guy sitting next to him?
Writing in his notepad?
PATTY: Um, writer, Martin Dutton.
We haven't interviewed him yet,
but apparently he was travelling with Beschet,
writing his memoir.
-She's lost her husband and her son in one week.
Can I get her home?
-Perhaps we can take Mrs. Beschet's IDs,
so she doesn't have to go stand in line.
-Yeah, of course.
-My partner and I are going to get to the bottom of this.
-You think someone did this to him?
My son was a genius,
a master at his craft,
a global phenomenon.
If this wasn't an accident, those people,
those women who tried to discredit him...
They're the ones.
Look at them.
You'll find the person who took my son from me.
-We will be looking at everyone, I assure you.
-My Jeffrey's music brought light to this world.
That is his legacy, not nonsense accusations.
-We're aware that he received death threats.
ARCH: A number of people wanted to see your son harmed.
The letters and worse, were any sent to your home?
-What arrived in the mail went directly into the fire.
And then I notified your station.
-"What great men do, the lesser will prattle of."
People were jealous of Jeffrey.
Police were no friends to my son.
If I suspect you have any prejudices against him,
there will be consequences.
My husband may be gone,
but I still wield power in this town.
[ominous music]
♪
FITZ: One side thinks we're protecting the creep,
the other side thinks we're persecuting him.
[police radio chatter]
ARCH: Meredith. It's nice to finally meet you.
-Arch. Likewise.
Uh, our kids can't stop talking about how cool you are.
Ashling loved the horseback riding lessons,
so, thanks...
for being so cool.
-I'll give you two a second.
-Oh man, I was weird, wasn't I?
-Well, you weren't exactly... cool.
-Oh, God. -It was fine.
A heads-up you were coming would've been nice.
-It was a last-minute thing.
I... honestly did not know you'd be at the funeral.
We were planning on heading home right away.
Don't worry, Mom's watching the kids.
-Oh, great.
I'm sure they'll be rolling their own smokes in no time.
-Yeah.
-You said "we." So, Mr. Premier...
[clears throat] He's here with you?
I didn't see him inside.
-Robert had some meetings he's been putting off
in Saint-Pierre, so he tagged along.
But, seeing how you police have us
trapped on this island for the night...
why don't we all have dinner?
-You want me to have dinner with you and Robert?
-Why not?
Bring a friend if you need a buffer.
It'll be nice.
6:30? -Totally.
6:30, totally.
-Absolutely not! No. No way!
-Why? It would be fun. -Fun?
Are you out of your mind?
You want me to have dinner with your ex-wife
and your arch-nemesis? Not happening.
-Gee, I'm just looking for a little backup here.
-No, Fitz, you're looking for a wingman...
woman... whatever.
And this is so not my vibe!
Why would you put yourself through it?
Everyone alive knows you hate O'Brien.
-I dislike O'Brien
to an extreme amount, degree, whatever,
but I don't know if I hate him.
-He'll be insecure about being reminded that you
basically saved him from a life behind bars.
And you, you'll be five whiskey sours in.
Uh, likely seven, if I'm being real.
And we know what you get like when you're on the whiskey.
-I... I do get cocky.
-I predict by entrée, a bare-knuckle mashup,
and I am carrying you to the emergency all over again.
-Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You think that O'Brien would beat me in a fistfight?
Arch?
-I got like a million coffee cups
from the dumpster behind the church to test
for poisons or toxins.
-Why didn't you just test Jeffrey's coffee-stained shirt?
-I climbed through that disgusting slop for nothing.
-We're also testing the food from the wake, the inhaler,
and epinephrine injector.
-Test Jeffrey's violin and bow for surface poisons,
but tell them to be very careful.
-That violin is worth more than
our worldly possessions combined.
-Okay, let's hear it.
ARCH: We all know Jeffrey Beschet has multiple
allegations for sexual misconduct.
PATTY: And a conviction for an assault involving a minor.
The victim, only known as Jane Doe,
was one of his students
when he was in residence at the University of Toronto.
-He was tried and convicted in absentia.
He fled to France as a French national
and avoided extradition.
FITZ: Right. If he set foot on Canadian soil,
he would have been arrested.
MARCUS: This is a slippery one for us.
We know the guy's a predator; that was proven.
But our job is to figure out how and why he's dead.
-Marcus is right.
Put aside our personal biases
and let's get to the bottom of this.
ANDY: All I did was speak the truth.
I run my mouth when I'm angry.
-What else do you do when you're angry?
ARCH: You protestors, you're organized.
You arranged to come to Saint-Pierre
before Beschet had booked his flight.
-Yeah, we have ways of getting info on him.
Knowing where he's gonna be.
-"Make Him Pay." You founded that site.
ANDY: With some others, yeah.
-It's just, you've got quite the comment history.
You really don't hold back, do you?
ARCH: "I want to tie him up."
"Jeffrey deserves what's coming to him and it will come."
"Retribution."
"Death isn't enough."
And that's all from your handle, your IP address.
-I know.
Well, I wrote them, and I meant every single word.
As you know, my chat room's dedicated
to taking down Jeffrey Beschet.
-Did you want to see him dead?
-Jeffrey Beschet was Jane Doe's instructor.
She trusted him.
He drugged her.
And, uh, I don't need to tell you what else he did.
Her life was ruined.
She went from top of her class,
on track to becoming a world-class violinist,
to dropping out and spending some time on the streets.
What did Beschet get?
An honorary doctorate.
-I'll take that as a yes.
-You can take it how you like.
But as far as I'm concerned, Jeffrey deserved
a much more painful
and a hell of a lot longer death.
-How does he have so much detail on the Jane Doe/Beschet case?
She was under 18. The details were sealed.
-Check this out.
ARCH: Why are we looking at her?
-I dug deeper into "Make Him Pay."
Ingrid Moore, she's Andy Mitchell's co-founder.
They flew in on the same flight.
-That's the woman I pointed out at the funeral
with the big dramatic hat.
-She's also had multiple restraining orders
from Jeffrey Beschet.
-Okay, send her photo to every cop
that's at the church right now.
Do not let her leave.
[slow, suspenseful music]
♪
[phone chimes]
♪
[phone chimes]
♪
[phone chimes]
♪
ARCH: There she is. Ingrid, stop!
[dramatic music]
♪
[siren wailing]
ARCH: Fitz!
FITZ: I know, I know!
Arch, I know!
[siren wailing]
♪
-Aah!
[loud crash]
[tense music]
♪
-She's alive!
-I'm on it!
-Look what we found in the back of Ingrid's van.
-Let's see here.
Chloroform...
A map, and zip ties...
Wait...
Those are directions to the cathedral.
-And Jeffrey Beschet's house.
-It'd be great to hear her explain this.
-How's she doing, anyway?
-The medics aren't seeing signs of neck or brain injuries.
A few cuts and bruises.
She'll need to get to the hospital, just in case.
-Okay, you go with her, and the second
she's well enough, we need to speak to her.
ARCH: And let's get someone to bag this all up.
Natasha's got an update for us.
NATASHA: Okay, so your vic, the dick,
still can't confirm if it was murder or not.
-This will be a lot of wasted time if it turns out
he choked out on a tooth or something.
-Not a tooth.
Our buddy boy here had anaphylactic shock, for sure.
Tiny residue of peanut allergen on the lips, in the mouth,
possibly in the throat, but Jeffrey hadn't had food
in his stomach for hours.
-If this was a peanut allergy reaction, it's instantaneous,
even if it's airborne.
-In my humble opinion, there wouldn't have been
enough allergen in his system to kill him.
-And if he didn't eat it, how'd he get the allergen
in his lips and mouth?
-The asthma inhaler.
He took a hit of that inhaler right before he died.
-He's so smart, isn't he?
I had the same idea.
But the epi-injector should have saved his life.
-That's what they're for, yeah.
Still waiting on Jeffrey Beschet's blood,
urine analysis, but...
-If the inhaler was tampered with...
-The prefect has her official murder investigation.
FITZ: How you feelin'?
-Little worse for wear.
-I bet. That was quite a stunt you pulled.
Should we start there, the multiple charges
you're facing for evading law enforcement,
the car chase, or...
-Or just start with why you ran?
We know about your record with Jeffrey Beschet,
the assault charges, restraining orders.
FITZ: The duffel bag with a kidnapping kit.
-We have your partner in crime in custody.
-That's why he wasn't picking up my calls.
I was worried.
-You and Andy, we know you run the website together.
Is there more to your relationship?
-We live together.
Andy's an amazing person.
His support...
he's just been there for me.
-So, he's supportive of what, your kidnapping plan?
ARCH: Zip ties, baton, tape...
chloroform.
FITZ: That is impressive.
Chloroform is not easy to get.
-Was the plan to grab Jeffrey, then kill him?
-Andy said he wanted to see Jeffrey die,
painfully and slowly.
-But this wasn't about torture, Ingrid, was it?
-It was about consent.
A simple little concept that Jeffrey Beschet
never understood.
A man like him, he never had to face consequences.
And as long as he was here in Saint-Pierre,
he couldn't be extradited.
-But he would have to face them in Canada.
You'd just had to get him there.
INGRID: I knew Jeffrey.
He wouldn't have lasted six minutes
in a maximum-security prison.
That's what I wanted. For him to suffer.
Like I did.
Like I do every day.
-Even if it meant serving time yourself?
-I knew I'd get out eventually.
Find peace.
Maybe closure.
Maybe I'd even be able to look at a violin...
play again without wanting to smash it.
♪
-Ingrid is Jane Doe?
-Yes, she was the minor,
Beschet's victim from ten years ago.
They were gonna extradite him themselves, not kill him.
-Are you sure? -Oh, yeah.
I mean, I wouldn't let them run free or anything,
but Andy and Ingrid, they wanted Beschet alive.
-To make him pay for his crimes.
She wanted him to rot in prison.
That would serve as his hell.
-Suppose it isn't Ingrid and Andy,
where does that leave us?
-Looking for a new suspect.
-We need to take a look at his inner circle, his family,
anyone close to him...
and work our way out.
♪
[dog barking]
FITZ: Interesting.
KATHLEEN: They're my husband's.
He loved to collect unique specimens.
I personally find them revolting.
-Mr. Dutton? Martin?
ARCH: You're on our list of people to speak to.
-Mr. Dutton was just leaving.
MARTIN: I want my notebook. It's my property.
-Ça suffit!
I told you, your stupid notebook is not here.
Now leave. You're upsetting Madame.
MARTIN: I'm staying at the Hotel Robert, room 208.
If you need me, I'll be three martinis deep.
-Maria practically raised Jeffrey.
She cannot stand that so-called author.
-Why is that?
-He filled Jeffrey's head with the idea of a book.
He's a leech.
My Jeffrey sparkled.
Everyone saw it.
I want to show you something.
I wanted to keep his studio just like this.
Even after Jeffrey moved away.
It allowed me to remember him as he was, as a child.
His music would fill the house.
The Grand Larocque medal.
Jeffrey received it for his commitment
to the promotion of young musical talent.
FITZ: Jeffrey had a peanut allergy, right?
My own son has one as well.
It's a lot to keep track of, isn't it?
-I have the same affliction.
So, between us, we have those
allergy pen injector things all over the place.
Every drawer, every box.
I'm sorry.
-It's been a tough week for you.
-Even the darkest hour is only 60 minutes.
Madame, come on, let's get you some rest.
KATHLEEN: Thank you for trying to find out
what happened to my Jeffrey.
-Oh, of course.
If you don't mind, we're just gonna...
we're gonna keep looking around.
We'd love to get to know Jeffrey a little bit more.
-Thank you.
-No wonder he turned out to be a psychopath.
He was raised from day one being told he was a god.
-Nice one.
[Fitz playing "Clair de lune" by Debussy on piano]
-I did not know you played piano.
-Well, there's a lot you don't know about me, Arch.
[resumes playing]
[stops playing]
[key jamming]
-I think we just found the notebook
Martin Dutton was looking for.
FITZ: This whole thing's in shorthand.
-Wait... How do you know shorthand?
-Well, we were taught it in basic training.
It can be super useful in fast-paced situations.
-Mmm.
It must have been hard to read it with no electricity.
Oh, but I guess you had candlelight way back then.
-[chuckles] You...
You're calling me old? That's a good one.
An age joke. That's really good.
-Clearly your mind's still sharp.
-Well, I'll take that.
Arch...
This is a list of women's names...
including Ingrid Moore.
-A list of Jeffrey Beschet's victims?
-And there are a lot of names.
-Martin Dutton was digging into the truth
about Beschet's predatory behaviour.
-I think it's time we go talk to Martin.
ARCH: Martin said room 208.
Fitz...
[suspenseful music]
♪
-Martin?
[man groaning]
♪
ARCH: Is anyone here?
MARTIN: No, it's just me.
♪
[groans]
Oh, I'm okay.
I'm okay.
MARTIN: He burst down the door and then he just came at me.
ARCH: Who?
-The goon the Beschet family hired to protect Jeffrey.
Tim.
He's an absolute Luddite.
-So, he broke in, and then what happened?
-Trashed the place, looking for my notebook.
I tried to reason with him, but he...
he was in a blind rage.
FITZ: Well, he probably thought that you killed his boss.
Did you?
-Oh, good God, not you too.
Of course I didn't kill him.
Look, I'm afraid that Tim is gonna find
and destroy my notebook, and my months
of following Jeffrey around will be for naught.
-Well...
-Where did you...?
-Jeffrey was hiding it at his place.
FITZ: Is this a list of Jeffrey's victims?
-I have them on the record.
One of them lives here in Saint-Pierre.
I was on my way to see her when, uh, well, when this happened.
-We're gonna need her contact information.
-Well, that's a confidential source.
-She's also a potential murder suspect.
-Of course.
FITZ: Are there any other people on this list
that are here in Saint-Pierre?
-You spoke with Ingrid Moore.
-Poor Ingrid.
You know, Jeffrey all but ruined her life.
And she risked everything to come forward,
to testify, and for what?
Bastard never spent a day in prison.
-Jeffrey assumed you were writing a puff piece.
-But you were planning to take him down.
-I was gonna tell the truth.
Jeffrey was delusional.
He was so full of himself that he hired me,
an actual journalist who prides himself on getting to the truth,
to write a vanity book for him.
-Did Jeffrey figure that out?
-Yes. He and Tim...
they were trying to stop me.
-Why Tim?
-When the truth comes out, Tim is going to be implicated.
And the world will learn about all of the payoffs.
May I have that?
-Right now it's evidence,
but I'm sure we can get you a copy.
-Martin, it's not lost on us that with Jeffrey dead,
the stock value of your book has considerably increased.
-I didn't kill Jeffrey.
And yes, I'll make some money, raise my cachet, whatever,
but my book is for them, the survivors,
the people Jeffrey terrorized.
-The coffee Andy Mitchell threw on Beschet's shirt
contained no toxins.
-Keep Andy and Ingrid Moore in holding
until we know exactly how Beschet died.
-Someone please tell me you have something.
I'm getting it from all sides.
ARCH: We're getting there.
I get the pressure you're under,
but getting things right takes time.
MARCUS: There's a BOLO out for Beschet's bodyguard,
and we have his passport.
He's not gonna be able to leave the island.
FITZ: Martin Dutton... I don't think he was involved,
but his notes might be the key to this whole thing.
-He was supposed to meet with one
of Jeffrey's alleged victims.
She's here on the island.
Renuf, go get her details from Martin.
We need her tracked down, please.
-I'm on it.
FITZ: Martin mentioned payouts, and his notes certainly indicate
that there was some hush money paid out to his victims.
-I looked into Jeffrey's financials
and can find no such transactions.
FITZ: Right, right, but listen to this, okay?
J drunk, quote,
"The lengths Mama will go to for me," end quote.
"K came up with what was needed."
-Okay, J for Jeffrey, K Kathleen, his mother.
-Right, so it looks like Beschet was offering money
to his victims, up to hundreds of thousands.
-Was his mother behind the payouts?
DIARD: The Beschets have some assets,
but that seems beyond their means.
Unless...
-Since I assumed the prefect post,
I've been trying to make heads or tails of the books.
There's almost a quarter of a million Euros unaccounted for.
PATTY: Where are all these transfers going?
-To another account, Saint-Pierre Surplus.
But when I try to access the account,
my credentials don't work.
I've been meaning to get to the bank to resolve it.
-I think now would be the time.
NATASHA: The inhaler. Fitz was right.
Traces of peanut powder, but as I suggested,
not sufficient enough to cause his death.
Also found little to no epinephrine in his system.
-How is that possible?
The entire church watched Jeffrey's mother
stab him with this thing.
-It was also messed with.
It had high traces of tetrodotoxin.
-Tetrodotoxin? Are you sure?
-Yes, Arch, I'm sure.
Anhydrotetrodotoxin, to be specific.
-Can one of you please speak some English?
-Or even French would be nice.
-Tetrodotoxin is a neurotoxin
which blocks the body's sodium channels,
leading to paralysis,
but in the worst cases, death.
Neurotoxin poisoning presents as...
-Fatal allergic reaction. Like a peanut allergy.
-So, Beschet was murdered,
and someone staged his death
to look like a normal allergic reaction.
-Whoever killed him knew he would use the inhaler.
His puffer, it was laced with a peanut allergen.
-So then what? The killer topped up
the epi-injector with the toxin?
ARCH: This is our murder weapon.
-Okay, so where does one get this poison?
-It's rare.
Maybe a marine organism like a starfish or blowfish?
-Where was the last place that we saw
a bunch of jars of smelly, ugly fish?
ARCH: Are we really thinking Kathleen Beschet
killed her own son?
-Maybe.
If she found out that Jeffrey let it slip to Martin
about the payouts to the victims.
-She protected the creep for all these years,
only to be betrayed by him?
FITZ: Still... seems a bit extreme for filicide.
[thudding and glass shattering]
[suspenseful music]
♪
ARCH: Kathleen?
Maria?
♪
Something isn't right.
♪
FITZ: Hey, hey, hey, hey, Tim, pal.
-Tell us where Kathleen Beschet and Maria Loomis are right now.
TIM: I told you.
Neither Maria or Kathleen were there when I arrived.
-Our officers are searching the island,
and we will find them.
FITZ: Mm, and when we do,
you better hope they say the same thing.
-Who trashed the place?
-Not me.
I was there...
I had my own plan...
that didn't involve either Maria or Kathleen.
-What was your own plan, Tim?
ARCH: Did you know the jars in the Beschets' home
contain a toxin,
the very toxin that killed Jeffrey?
FITZ: You had quite the haul.
Jeffrey's prized medal, and...
that violin must be worth...
-Millions.
FITZ: You were cleaning them out.
-I knew they were gonna cut me loose.
With Jeffrey dead,
Kathleen wanted me gone.
Maria was gonna fire me.
-Mm, so you wanted a little self-made severance package?
-I took some photos of Martin Dutton
on my phone after you worked him over.
Why did you attack him?
-He's writing that book about Jeffrey.
His victims, the sexual assaults...
ARCH: You're in there.
Are you a predator too, Tim?
-No, not in the way Martin was implying.
I mean, I looked the other way.
I didn't know what Jeffrey was up to specifically, but...
-But... you never called him out.
-Honestly, I tried...
to keep young women away.
But they were like flies to a light.
Jeffrey had that effect on everyone.
Even me.
-Did you kill Jeffrey?
-No.
No, maybe I should have.
-The prefect was amazing.
The bank manager came in personally.
DIARD: Kathleen Beschet has lived here most of her life.
She's well-liked and respected.
-The manager couldn't say enough about how lovely she was,
helping her husband with the books.
She opened that surplus account on behalf of the former prefect.
She then transferred funds from the town's budget
to her secret account, then to her personal account.
And until now, no one suspected anything was amiss.
-Kathleen was embezzling government funds.
FITZ: Then using that money to pay Jeffrey's victims
to keep them silent.
-Nadia Lemski, local woman
Martin was interviewing about Jeffrey.
She was hesitant to come in, but she's here.
-Patty, is Nadia's name on that list of transfers?
PATTY: Yeah, I do remember that name,
but her payments stopped just one month ago.
NADIA: Receiving this money wasn't illegal.
FITZ: No one's implying that.
We're just looking for clarification
on the nature of the payments.
-It's been a significant amount
over the past three years from Kathleen Beschet.
What were the payments for?
Martin Dutton, the...
the writer, he was doing the tell-all on Jeffrey Beschet.
We know he was speaking to you as one of Beschet's...
as one of...
the survivors.
ARCH: It's tough to talk about.
We see that.
But it really looks like you've been receiving hush money
from Kathleen to stay quiet about her son's behaviour.
FITZ: Then suddenly...
the payments, they ended, about a month ago.
I mean, this is all relevant.
We're investigating a murder here.
-The payment stopped, and now Jeffrey's dead.
-Do you think...
are you accusing me of killing Jeffrey Beschet?
-We just want to hear your side.
-Jeff was an entitled monster.
There was a settlement.
I signed an NDA.
-Right. Then suddenly, the payments...
you just, you didn't want them anymore,
so...
Help us. What changed?
-My conscience.
I knew if I stayed quiet, he could continue.
Hurt more women, girls.
-Is that why you broke your NDA
and agreed to speak with Martin Dutton?
-Yes.
I figured the worst had already happened to me.
Even the darkest hour is only 60 minutes, right?
♪
MARIA: Even the darkest hour is only 60 minutes.
FITZ: We recently heard someone say that.
Those exact words.
-You're related?
-My mother.
She's worked for that family since I was a child.
-Did your mother know about what Jeffrey did to you?
-She loved her job.
I knew if I told her, she'd quit, or worse.
-But you did tell her.
-She found the bank statement.
She asked me why Kathleen was sending me money.
When I told her...
she felt beyond awful,
like it was somehow her fault.
I told her that I'm happy now.
I'm in a loving marriage.
I'm not saying that I'm over what that asshole did to me,
but I can't, I won't, let that...
him...
define the rest of my life.
-What did your mother think about the money?
-She was furious at Kathleen.
Betrayed.
Said she'd make things right.
-Do you know where your mother is right now?
The Beschets have a fishing cabin,
just out past Savoyard.
[suspenseful music]
♪
MARIA: Drink the tea.
It'll be a cleaner death than me
putting one of these through your skull.
-We...
my family has known you for decades.
Maria, you are family.
MARIA: [scoffs] Family!
Oh, Kathleen...
you knew what Jeffrey did to Nadia.
Such unspeakable things.
And I was the one who brought her into this vile web.
How do you think I feel?
-I was trying to make things right...
with Nadia.
-[yells] -[gunshot]
MARIA: Don't even whisper her name.
You were paying her to keep quiet!
Admit it!
KATHLEEN: Yes! I stole the money.
I was protecting him.
-But who was protecting my girl?
The tea...
it's the same poison used on Jeffrey.
-Maria... you didn't.
You didn't kill my son.
-Drink it!
[tense music]
-Keep that gun pointed exactly where it is and do not move.
-Please, Maria, or we will have no choice.
-We heard Kathleen's confession just now.
We heard all of it.
-We have proof of her embezzlement.
Kathleen will face the consequences of her actions.
-So will I, for what I did to that monster.
You heard all that, didn't you?
Why should I give in?
What have I got to live for now?
[crying]
-You've got Nadia to live for.
Maria, your daughter.
She's gonna need you.
Listen, we met her today.
She's a lovely person.
ARCH: We know she'd very much like to see you again.
Alive.
FITZ: Okay, okay...
That's it. That's it.
[ammunition clinks to floor]
♪
-Mom!
FITZ: They're both victims of Jeffrey's reign of terror.
-That could have been stopped by his mother.
-They say you can separate the man from the art,
but I fully intend on incinerating
all my Jeffrey Beschet albums.
-I've already deleted his music from my phone.
PATTY: Where's Fitz?
-Um, likely being tortured at this very moment.
♪
O'BRIEN: So, yes, governing with a minority is harder,
but that's the job-- the job is governing
for the folks that didn't vote for it.
-You mean the idiots who didn't vote for you.
-[chuckles]
O'BRIEN: You want another one of those, Fitz?
I mean, just 'cause I'm not drinking doesn't mean
you and Mer can't tie one on.
-I've already got one ordered, so thanks.
Does that mean you're back on the wagon again, then?
-Yeah. I think we all know the last time I drank alcohol
in Saint-Pierre, things didn't go great.
Yeah, I told Meredith everything about the bachelor party...
and how you helped me.
-Robert and I don't keep secrets.
-I was just doing my job.
-Well, you seem better at it here.
MEREDITH: Okay, let's not get into anything too heavy,
shall we now, boys?
ARCH: Oh, if you're not getting into anything heavy,
I'm going to turn right back around.
Premier.
-Deputy Chief.
-I'm so glad you could make it, Arch.
-So, how did you two meet?
[O'Brien and Meredith chuckle]
-Um, I was representing a client.
O'BRIEN: He wanted refugee status.
-Robert got an extension for my client,
and I was able to obtain all the necessary documentation.
-It's very romantic.
-And... and you two, you two made wonderful kids.
I mean, it's just-- I'm delighted
to be able to co-parent with you.
And believe me, they love their father,
and they tell me often.
[phone buzzing]
-Oh, uh...
I'm sorry, I have to take this.
Getting cell reception here has been awful.
Pardon me. Hello?
ARCH: And I'll make a move on some fresh drinks.
-Anything for you, Meredith? -Uh, I'm good, thanks.
-I appreciate you trying to make things easier with Robert.
-Well, he's co-parenting with me, so...
And you?
-I'm good. -Mm-hm?
-Uh-huh.
-How far along are you?
-What are you talking about?
-Come on, Mer.
You're pregnant.
I know you're pregnant.
Meredith, you know I know.
♪
-Fitz...
I haven't even told Robert.
-There are no secrets between you two, hey?
-Okay, what did we miss?
FITZ: Oh, uh... Thank you.
-Um, what did they miss, Meredith?
Anything?
-No.
-Only three.
I'm proud of you.
Maybe no fists will fly over dinner after all.
-Oh, it's only early yet.
So... who's hungry?
-Excuse me for a second.
O'BRIEN: Perhaps we'll share...
♪