You remind me of me.
Tough, smart. You’re destined for big things.
Maybe we can get to the root of what’s going down.
Everyone, stay right where you are!
Let’s not do anything we can’t take back.
No!
-Thank you.
Renuf.
You...
you really don’t understand the concept of a costume party.
Yeah, Fitz, you’re obsessed with
this, uh, Al Capone prohibition stuff.
-Guys, I like history; I just don’t love playing dress-up.
-Who knew you were such a buzz-kill?
-You all look... very nice.
Yes, indeed. Glad to see you made it out.
I wouldn’t know that you’re on the mend.
-Not even a fall off a rooftop
would make me miss my favourite night of the year.
Well...
if you’ll excuse me, I have to say hello to a friend.
Hello.
Ooh, that’s an interesting turn.
- Mm-hm. - Her ensemble is spot on.
-Funny how you didn’t comment on mine.
-Oh, Préfète!
You look quite... fetching!
Hello, hello!
Thank you all so much for coming,
and thank you to the city of Saint-Pierre
and our prefect
for extending closing hours to whenever we want.
-Raise our glasses... to you.
Santé!
Tonight is all about celebrating Saint-Pierre’s
rum-running past.
- Thank you, Disco Luc. - Oh, you can just call me Luc.
Luc is keeping his disco open
for the after-after party,
if you want to keep going past dawn.
Now, what would a speakeasy be without some primo rum?
-Ah, she’s opening it prematurely.
So, you won’t partake, then?
Okay...
That is anticlimactic.
Um, hang tight.
Luc, uh, can you give me a hand?
-Yeah.
Veda, do you recognize him?
-Mikel Palmont.
-As in... Palmont Rum?
-I hardly knew him,
but finding him dead in a barrel...?
-Not a pleasant experience.
Is Mikel a regular supplier?
-No, Palmont Rum is too pricey.
But I figured last night was a special occasion.
-This particular barrel,
did you get it directly from their bar?
Veda, be honest in your answers.
-Okay, yeah.
But I didn’t exactly go through, uh...
official channels.
-Look, a man is dead.
We really don’t care about a bootlegged barrel of rum.
-My entire reputation is built on my ability
to keep other people’s business to myself.
You both know I am a vault.
-You got it from Luc Tremblé.
-Yes.
Look, Luc is a great guy. No way he had anything to do
with what the heck happened to Mikel.
-We’ll see about that.
Renuf, find Luc Tremblé. We need him in for questioning.
And you, you can go upstairs and get some rest.
I’ll check in on you later. -Okay.
Did our victim drown in the rum?
-There are worse ways to go.
-Or was he dead before?
If so, why put him in the barrel?
-There was this, um, British naval admiral in the 1800s.
He died in Spain, but they had to get his body
all the way back to England.
-Oh, God. -So, the guy dies, but...
they don’t know what to do with his body.
-Let me guess.
They stuffed him in the barrel of rum?
Exactly, to preserve him for the long journey home.
-So, you think the killer submerged Mikel in rum
to preserve him at sea?
- To preserve him, yes. - Or dispose of his body, or...
-Or hide him and deal with the body later.
He could have been killed ages ago.
-Well, we’re gonna need a coroner’s report
to get the time of death, but yeah.
-So, what happened to your admiral?
-Admiral Horatio Nelson? Well...
the guy dies, they put him in the rum barrel,
you know, and they sail.
The journey, you know, it’s a real long one,
so eventually, the guys, they run out of booze.
So, they drank the dead guy rum?
Nelson’s Blood, they called it.
That is... revolting.
You know what else is revolting?
That was almost us last night.
-Yeah?
Okay, got it.
Our next of kin call will have to wait.
Luc Tremblé’s at the station.
Why so nervous, Luc?
-Being questioned by you
is not what I would call a stress-free activity.
-Well, how’s this for stress?
Did you know Mikel Palmont?
-Oh, God. Um...
Our paths had crossed.
Veda’s rum, where’d you get it?
Veda tried to protect you,
but we did the math pretty quickly.
-Did you steal it from Mikel’s bar?
- No. - No, I...
I know some dock workers.
I grease their palms here and there
for a barrel to go missing.
-You bribe people to steal for you?
-Owning a bar is hard.
I need an edge.
I’m not gonna tell you who, but it happens all the time
in Saint-Pierre.
No one gets hurt.
You know what I mean.
-Yeah, well...
you’re gonna write down all the names and details
of those palms you were greasing.
Patty’s looking into the dock workers Luc gave us.
Hi. We’re looking for Christophe Palmont.
-Is this about Mikel?
Is it true?
Did he die?
I’m very sorry, yes.
This is clearly difficult for you--
um, I’m sorry, who are you?
-I’m Louise.
I work for the Palmonts.
I’m the general manager.
Mikel was my boss.
He was... a good guy.
When was the last time you saw him?
-Two nights ago.
Do you remember roughly what time?
Around 10:00.
I... I left Mikel to lock up.
It’s usually my job, but I had plans, and...
he offered.
I knew something was wrong when he didn’t show up yesterday.
-Why is that?
-We held the prohibition gala here last night.
It was all Mikel.
- Well... - uh, thanks for your time.
Mikel’s family, are they inside?
-Yeah.
-I heard my brother’s body...
was found in a barrel of rum.
We’re still trying to sort out the details.
Have you found out what happened to Mikel?
-This is my wife, Sabine.
We’re in the process of doing just that.
What will we tell our children?
We’ll face that when we get back home, okay?
Our children adored their uncle.
-When was the last time you saw him?
-We flew in from Martinique two nights ago.
Mikel was supposed to get us at the airport, but...
he didn’t show.
I assumed he was on some bender.
God...
My grandfather, Edmund Palmont,
started this company 70 years ago.
He left it to Mikel and me.
He always said, "Look after your inheritance...
"...and your brother."
We’re sorry for your loss.
If you think of anything at all, please don’t hesitate to call.
- Thank you. - We’ll expect updates.
Mikel and Christophe Palmont’s Martinique rum empire
recently expanded here in Saint-Pierre.
Hm, not sure I’ll be having a Dark ’n Stormy any time soon.
Yeah, I’ve definitely lost the taste for rum, myself.
Louise Lafleur.
She works for the Palmonts in the bar.
She claims that she last saw Mikel
two nights ago around 10:00 PM.
So, since then, the guy was killed
and trapped inside a barrel of booze?
Do we know why?
That’s not a question I ever thought I’d be asked.
Luc Tremblé sold the rum to Veda.
He claims he got it illegally from some dock workers.
How did it go with the list of names Luc gave us?
-Well, none were very forthcoming
about stealing alcohol and selling it.
Especially as word’s gotten out about how Mikel was found.
-Okay, so...?
-So, what?
-So... did you find anything?
Any intel, anything we can go on?
Yeah, the dock hands stonewalled me
on the topic of missing barrels of rum,
but they had a lot to say on the topic of Mikel...
and this guy.
-Bertrand London, pPort Captain.
He’s got a reputation for looking the other way
when it comes to missing cargo.
-Bertrand, it’s a miracle he still has his job.
How so?
Well, eh, there’s just rumours, uh...
that he’s on the take.
Aside from rumours, is there anything else?
-Well, the guys at the dock made it very clear
that the Port Captain was not well liked.
And Mikel and Bertrand got into a huge fight a few days ago.
- Really? - What were they fighting about?
-They claimed not to know.
-Track Bertrand down and find out.
-I can’t.
Not right now.
-Excuse me?
Patty’s joining me in a strategic planning meeting
for my upcoming trip to Paris HQ.
It’ll benefit your department.
You can have her back in a few hours.
Just... tell me.
Did you let it slip to Patty about Gallagher being my father?
-What?
Arch, no.
I didn’t tell Patty that. I wouldn’t tell anyone.
-I know, I know. Okay, I’m sorry.
It’s just... she’s acting so strange with me.
And this is exactly what I thought might happen
if people found out about my connection to that man.
-Okay, look, yeah, there’s clearly something going on
with Patty, but we definitely don’t know it’s that.
It could be anything.
Yeah, well, it’s driving me insane.
-I know.
Don’t worry.
I know we’re gonna get to the bottom of it.
Bertrand...
-Do you want to describe your relationship
with Mikel Palmont?
-What’s all this about?
Witnesses saw you both in a heated argument this week.
-I’m le Capitaine de Port. Everybody argues with me.
If I had a euro for every loudmouth
who comes through that door complaining about...
Mikel’s body was found in a barrel.
A barrel that was stolen from this port, your port.
Mikel was always pissed off.
Constantly complaining about his shipments.
This time he was extra agitated.
-Why was that?
Because his brother, Christophe, was coming into town
and he wanted me to give him the manifest before he got here.
And I said no.
-Explain.
Well, I’m under strict instructions from Christophe
to get his approval before I show his brother anything.
-Strange.
We were under the impression that Mikel and Christophe
were equal partners.
Mikel likes to throw his weight around,
but everybody knows that it’s his brother who’s in charge.
-You and Christophe look cozy.
-We’ve been in business together for a very long time.
We’re going to need copies of all the Palmont logbooks.
I’m gonna need at least a smile to get that.
-We’ll be back.
And if I find out you’re involved in Mikel’s death,
you’ll really see me smile.
Renuf?
-I wanted to talk to you in a less...
formal environment, meaning without Marcus around.
Okay, uh...
What’s on your mind, buddy?
You both know I used to work at Customs,
and it was a lifetime ago.
I-I was a different man then.
So, try and remember that.
-Renuf, it’s okay. You can tell us.
-So, this port...
it’s like a vortex.
Very valuable things often disappear.
People are paid to look the other way.
The higher the risk, the bigger the payday.
I was never on the receiving end of that,
I can tell you honestly, but I knew about it and I...
I didn’t stop it, which makes me culpable.
Look, none of us
are without some skeletons in our closet.
The reason I’m telling you this is,
if Mikel found out that his company was being robbed
by the port officials, by Bertrand,
maybe he confronted Le Capitaine and it got him killed.
-Bertrand is definitely hiding something.
Trust me, that guy is hiding many things.
We need a warrant to seize the Palmont shipping logs.
It could be a chance to make amends.
It would be my absolute pleasure.
Look at this.
Six missed calls from your ex-wife?
An emergency, maybe? Your kids?
No, I’ve been texting with them all day.
They’re coming here next weekend, by the way.
And they will expect popcorn.
-Noted.
What do you think Meredith wants?
-Oh, I don’t know.
Maybe she wants to discuss the baby she’s having
that, you know, definitely, of course, couldn’t be mine.
Anyways, the Port Captain back there..?
- Bertrand? - Not much of a motive, but...
-But he is for sure a dick.
-Agreed.
I know when we peel back all the layers of crap on that guy,
we’ll find something.
-Uh, Renuf just texted us Mikel’s address
and his door code.
-Maybe we’ll find more details about his last days here.
-This house is brand new.
Nice, too.
Could use some warming up, but...
we definitely know it’s available.
Uh, yeah, I’m fine where I am, thanks,
but I’ll definitely check out the listing
once we figure out what happened to the dead guy who owns it.
"Brothers Christophe and Mikel
"grew their rum label
"from a Caribbean treasure to an international one.
"Christophe handled the distilling back home,
"Mikel relocated here
"to oversee their exports to North America and Europe.
"Christophe’s wife, Sabine, is their blend specialist,
"one of the few women in the world
"to hold such a title."
-Check this out.
Something tells me there was more to Louise and Mikel’s
relationship than just work.
-Planning a trip?
Look.
-Uh, I was scared.
After everything that happened with Mikel, I just...
I really need to get off the island.
Can I please go?
-Not a chance.
Right now you’re a suspect in Mikel’s death.
You’ve got to see that.
-Why did you hide the fact that you and Mikel
were in a relationship?
Christophe and Sabine, look, they don’t like me.
They saw me as a distraction.
-Meaning...?
Meaning Mikel liked to party,
and they thought I influenced that.
-Did you?
Honestly, he liked to have fun.
Yes, but...
he had really good ideas, and they didn’t see that.
-Talk us through, again,
the night that you last saw Mikel.
I went to the rum bar, like I said,
and then I met with friends after.
And I’ll give you their names; you can check.
-Mikel’s passport was in there.
Was it packed before he died?
You guys had a plan to leave Saint-Pierre.
Hey. Now’s the time to talk to us
if you have something on your mind.
-Christophe sent Mikel here to Saint-Pierre
for his own good.
But Mikel felt he had been exiled.
How would Christophe sending Mikel to Saint-Pierre
be for his own good?
Because Christophe was really cruel to him.
They fought a lot.
Look, seriously, I just wanna go.
Can I go?
-If you had nothing to do with Mikel’s death,
why are you so scared?
Okay, whatever it is...
just come with us.
We can keep you safe.
No, I’m not going to the police station.
I need to be at work.
I don’t know what I was thinking.
I’m just gonna go before anybody realizes that I’m gone.
-Keeping your passport.
We know there’s something you’re not telling us.
-Give me your phone.
I’m sharing your location.
If you are in danger, we can get to you.
I have smelled some awful things before,
but never have I experienced a fermented human.
- It’s like... - super, super mouldy kombucha.
-And there is another beverage ruined for me.
-The last time anyone saw Mikel alive was two nights ago at 10.
He was soaked in alcohol.
The skin reacts differently
when submerged in booze
rather than your typical water-logged maceration.
If he’d been in there longer,
there would be more decomposition?
-Yes, but obviously the alcohol slows the microbial activity.
-Obviously.
My gut is saying he died 40 hours ago.
-So, between 10:00 PM and 12:00 AM?
Found fluid in his stomach.
-Well, he was trapped in a vat of rum.
I still want to test it against the rum in the barrel
just to be sure.
And there are also these.
Circular, messy edges.
-Ideas of what made them?
-Buck-toothed vampire bite?
Hm? No.
Um, whatever it was, one of the wounds went deep
and punctured the carotid artery.
Likely bled out quickly.
-So, no death by rum after all.
We now know the order of events.
He was killed, then he was stuffed in that barrel.
-What’s all this?
-The Port Captain’s manifest and paperwork you wanted.
-How did you get a warrant so quickly?
We didn’t need one.
Préfète Diard just went in there and took them.
Bertrand was terrified of her. He just didn’t say a word.
-And Patty cross-referenced
one of Palmont’s biggest distributors,
a client based in Belgium
who filed a complaint with the DGCCRF.
The French Better Business Bureau?
What? Guys, come on. I’m learning.
Yeah, the shipments Mikel and Christophe sent them
were shorted.
-Meaning... what?
They charged the same price for less goods?
-Bertrand, the Port Captain, would need to sign off
on the paperwork.
-Did Mikel find out?
He confronted Bertrand, got him killed...?
We knew Bertrand was guilty of something.
Hello?
Christophe is...
-He’s lost control.
You need to get down here.
-Okay, don’t worry. We’re on our way.
There’s trouble at the Palmonts’.
We gotta go.
-Keep digging.
And send officers to meet us there.
Aah, Christophe! Please!
This won’t bring Mikel back!
-Tell me the truth! -You have to stop!
Tell me the truth!
-Christophe, stop!
-Arch, look...
Cane looks like an antique.
It feels pretty top-heavy.
-Let me see.
My great aunt had one of these.
She loved her wine.
Her motto was... "Always be prepared."
-Did you just find the murder weapon?
-Why attack Bertrand?
It was our understanding that you two were close.
-Look, I heard that Bertrand and Mikel
had fought before he died.
So I confronted him.
And then things got out of control.
I... just lost control.
My husband has suffered a great loss.
He’s not at his best right now. None of us are.
-Assault is assault.
Have you questioned Bertrand
in connection with Mikel’s death?
-The shipments to your Belgium buyers were being shorted.
-What do you mean? Shorted by who?
The shipments you were sending were light,
but you still charged full price.
Were you in on the scam with Bertrand?
-I-I don’t know anything about any scams.
-How was your relationship with your brother, Mikel?
What kind of question is that?
-Why would you even show me that?
The wounds, they’re unusual.
As is the weapon that caused them.
-When we have this tested, are we gonna find evidence
that that’s the weapon that killed your brother?
-Hey!
I would never hurt my brother.
-We don’t have to listen to this.
-No, you do not.
Take Mr. London and Mr. Palmont to the station, please.
-What?
This is ridiculous!
I’ll be right there.
You saw Christophe, he nearly killed Bertrand.
You gotta let me get outta here. This is too much.
-Are you afraid of Christophe Palmont?
Is he responsible for Mikel’s death?
Let us help you.
-You can’t help me.
-Okay, clearly you know more about what happened to Mikel;
you’re just not sharing it with us.
-We can protect you.
You just want me where you can find me.
I’m a suspect, you said it.
But you need to ask yourself,
are you safer alone, or with us?
The Palmonts, they have connections.
We’ll put you at Inspector Fitzpatrick’s hotel.
-We’ll have someone with you 24/7,
and whenever you feel like you’re ready to talk,
we’ll be there.
-Okay, fine.
Something is not right with Louise.
She’s either pretending to be scared of someone...
-Oh, that fear is very genuine.
But is it Bertrand or Christophe that she’s so afraid of?
I found more discrepancies
in the Palmont paperwork we seized from Bertrand.
What kind of discrepancies?
The Palmont shipment logs consistently have
different monetary amounts recorded,
even though cargo size never varies.
So, they’re skimming their own stock
and overvaluing the goods to their buyers.
They’ve been undervaluing their shipments
to the French government.
What kind of scam is this?
-Tax evasion.
The lower the value, the lower the taxation.
They overcharge their buyers
and cry poor to the government.
All made official by the Port Captain’s
stamp of approval.
-Now we need to find out...
-If Christophe and Bertrand are in on this together.
-A weird cane, don’t you think?
-Yeah.
Yeah, it may seem weird to you,
but that cane belonged to my grandfather.
-I wonder if Al Capone had a cane like this.
You know, for all the shady stuff Capone got up to,
you know what finally took him down, right?
Come on. Tax evasion.
On top of the shorted shipments,
Bertrand was falsifying the value of your goods,
so you could profit by not paying the proper tax.
And he was stealing your stuff...
and selling it on the side.
Your signature on every log.
Bertrand, I’ve always known you were dirty.
Now we have the proof.
Yeah, you’re clearly behind this whole thing.
We just need to know, is Christophe a part of it?
Save yourself some grief.
You’re a practical man.
Or is there something more at play?
-Like what, kid?
-Like maybe Mikel caught you stealing from the family
and you killed him for it.
She’s adorable.
Yeah, you too, Renuf.
Acting all high and mighty.
You worked border control.
You know what’s what.
Don’t be coy.
My brother was flawed,
but aren’t we all?
He was evolving.
He worked hard.
Our company is our family’s legacy.
I sent Mikel here so that he could do his own thing,
become his own man, get out from under my shadow.
Were you aware of the scam Bertrand had going,
defrauding the French government,
lying to your customers?
-My ancestors worked the sugar plantation.
And we, their descendants, now own that land.
That’s a legacy they could have never dreamt of.
And as proprietors of that industry
that their toil built...
my brother and I would never risk losing it.
I’ve got my children
and my children’s future to think about.
What did you do after you landed, two nights ago?
-What...?
My alibi?
My wife and I were tired.
So, we went to the hotel for a nightcap.
And then we went right to bed.
Look, in my experience, someone facing a possible
murder charge is usually a little more concerned.
-Christophe is too principled to get involved
in our business dealings.
He would never wade in water that is questionable to some.
"Our" business dealings?
Who is "our"?
I did not kill Mikel.
He was making me too much money.
The shorting...
the tax scheme...
Mikel and I did it together.
Christophe’s wife is being brought down
to confirm his alibi.
-What was your read on Bertrand?
-He’d have a lot to lose.
But if Mikel had become unstable,
it might have been his way of cleaning up an unexpected mess.
Louise is gone.
- What? - What happened?
She tricked the officer watching her.
She’s gone. I’m heading to your hotel.
-Okay, we’ll meet you there.
Release my husband... now.
-Sorry, we can’t really do that.
-Mikel always caused trouble for my husband
that he would have to clean up.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the cause of his own demise.
Christophe had nothing to do with his death.
We hope you’re right about that.
-I am.
Mikel was sent here for a new start.
But a mongoose doesn’t change its tail.
Kindly bring Mrs. Palmont upstairs.
I think she’s done here.
-What happened? Where’s Louise?
-She asked the officer for some ice.
He stepped out for three minutes.
-How long ago since Louise left?
-15 minutes, max.
-So, what, was she playing us the entire time?
Uh, did she run?
-Or was she taken?
We need an alert out.
-Arch, wait...
You made Louise share her location with you.
So, Louise was metres from the Palmont Zodiac, right?
Was she trying to escape when she tripped and banged her head?
-I highly doubt she tripped. This was no accident.
-We had Louise in protection. She was afraid of someone.
-Did that someone kill her,
thinking she was the one responsible for Mikel’s murder?
Well, a room full of people confirm
she was doing karaoke when Mikel was killed
and long past his time of death.
- So, why kill her? - She knew who killed Mikel.
Whoever is responsible for his death...
-Likely killed Louise.
Where is Patty?
We need everyone on this case here,
not playing at being Diard’s attaché.
-What’s this?
I got Fitz’s landline phone records
for when Louise was there.
-Okay, good. There you go.
-One call to the rum bar.
And the other to Luc, 10 minutes before
we got the call that Louise took off.
-No, I didn’t kill anyone!
Arch, you know me.
-I thought I did, yeah.
-Louise made two phone calls before she died.
One to the Palmont rum bar, and the other was to you.
-Yes, she called me.
She told me you had her in a hotel room.
She wanted my help.
- Help for what? - A place to hide.
What did you say?
-I wish I’d said yes.
I didn’t wanna get involved,
not after our last chat.
I figured she was safe with you.
-Why did she ask you for help?
-Louise used to work for me
before she got a sweeter gig with the Palmonts.
We still looked out for each other.
Buddy, you were the one
who delivered the barrel with dead Mikel in it.
You were the last person Louise spoke to before she died.
Can you explain to us
how you’re somehow connected to two deaths?
My rum hookup was Louise.
She never did deliveries herself.
She had a crew for that.
But that morning... it was her.
-What happened?
I asked her for a couple of barrels.
She refused. She was being cagey.
I figured it was because Mikel’s brother, Christophe,
was in Saint-Pierre, so...
well, when she left, I, um...
-You took the barrels anyway?
-Obviously.
I had no idea what was inside that barrel!
I swear!
Luc’s employees all vouch for him.
He was at his bar at the time of Louise’s death.
-If we believe him, Luc said Louise
didn’t normally do the deliveries.
-But on this morning, she did.
Was she aware that she was disposing
of her dead boyfriend’s body?
-Well, that would explain why she didn’t want
to sell the rum to Luc.
Right, well, even if Louise did have an alibi
for the time of Mikel’s death,
it doesn’t mean she wasn’t involved.
-I love using pork loin to compare punctures.
So, with the corkscrew, I use the penetration force
needed to rupture an artery.
-How... accurate is this?
- It’s an old coroner’s trick. - I thought you’d know that, Arch.
-Okay, so... no match?
-Well...
the perforation on the neck has a wider diameter.
So, the cane corkscrew is not the murder weapon.
-No sign of blood on it, either.
Now, the tox screen for Mikel’s blood
has a ridiculous amount of cocaine.
He had a reputation for being a bit of a partier.
-I mean ridiculous, ridiculous.
Like, an average human heart would explode
at a tenth of what was in him.
-Did you test the liquid in his stomach
against the rum in the barrel?
-Oh boy, did I ever.
Same liquid, but that’s not what’s interesting.
The rum in that barrel was basically liquid cocaine.
-Mm-hm.
And what killed this one over here...
I will give you a hint:
it wasn’t a head injury.
Just flip the page.
-Louise had a heart attack.
I had Louise’s bloodwork fast-tracked.
Excessive cocaine in her system.
-The rum, the liquid cocaine...
Louise didn’t know Mikel was in the barrel.
She didn’t want to sell the rum to Luc.
-Mikel and Louise’s real hustle was good, old-fashioned
drug smuggling.
By way of the family rum.
And somehow, it got them both killed.
If the Palmont bar is where they infused that rum,
it could be our crime scene.
The interior of this place...
just, it feels smaller than the exterior footprint.
-Don’t you think? -Mm-hm.
-Back in the prohibition days-- I know, I know--
but a place like this would often have a secret speakeasy.
The doors would be integrated into the walls,
indistinguishable, almost like they were hidden in plain sight.
-Like behind the bar.
-Or... a memorabilia case?
They’d always have, like, interesting latching mechanisms.
Behind a painting...
Or something...
It’s a drug lab.
-Is that cocaine too?
-Yeah.
Dissolve the powder into the fluid, cool in the vat,
then siphon and seal.
It’s a pretty sophisticated operation.
Got to be worth... what?
Based on what’s in here, a couple of million.
You smell that?
-Mm-hm.
Bleach.
Someone cleaned up recently.
Fitz, look at this.
Bigger than a corkscrew.
- Prints? - Mm-hm.
-Is that blood?
Now, that could be our murder weapon.
-I’ve barely spent any time on this godforsaken island.
Are you sure you didn’t discover
what Mikel was cooking up?
And... I mean, we’ve...
we’ve seen your temper.
And we know how much your legacy means to you.
Mikel’s drug operation would be a stain on it,
to put it mildly.
I see where you’re going with this.
And I will only say one thing...
I would never hurt my brother.
No matter what the circumstances.
What is that?
-That’s a tool used for pulling the stops on a rum barrel.
Why? Was this used...?
You know, I thought Mikel was out partying.
Up to his old tricks.
I-I couldn’t sleep when I was worried about him.
-You said in your statement you slept all night.
-Yeah, Sabine gave me a sleeping pill.
I-I rarely use them, but when I’m stressed,
I take one of hers.
I was sleeping like a baby when my brother was...
killed by some monster.
-Your wife gave you a sleeping aid?
-Yeah.
-Which means you can’t account for Sabine’s whereabouts.
Sabine is not at the rum bar or their hotel.
Every unit we have is out looking for her.
Okay, we’ve got the airport being watched;
the ferry’s on lockdown...
She’s gonna have to find a different way off the island
if she’s trying to leave.
We thought Louise was afraid of Christophe.
-But it was Sabine all along.
-When we found Louise’s body, she was at the docks.
The Zodiac, it had the Palmont logo on it.
-Louise was trying to run.
-Sabine has the same plan.
Hey!
Sabine!
Stop!
You need to come with us!
It’s funny,
after all this time in this business
and all of the crime scenes that I’ve seen...
it still amazes me how people think they can just
erase what they’ve done.
The bleach, it’s great for cleaning,
but it doesn’t make everything disappear.
- Mm. - Blood particles on this...
are a match to Mikel.
With all of your cleaning up,
you forgot to wipe the murder weapon clean of your prints.
-Just because I may have held that contraption in my hand
doesn’t mean I killed anyone.
-True, but it puts you in that drug lab
where Mikel was murdered.
Pretty soon, we’ll get enough evidence
from there and the scene where Louise was killed,
proving that you murdered them both.
-You’re caught, Sabine.
This is a chance to tell your side.
We know you gave Christophe a sleeping pill.
You wanted him unconscious so you could get Mikel alone.
-No, that wasn’t...
That wasn’t the plan.
-Oh, so, what was your... plan?
-Look, I love my husband. He’s a great man.
But our business,
I am... I am not just the Palmont blend specialist.
I am all over every aspect of the operation.
Nothing happens that I don’t see.
Is that what your trip to Saint-Pierre was all about?
You suspected Mikel was up to something?
-The numbers weren’t adding up.
I wanted to know why.
Did you know about Mikel and Louise’s drug operation?
No, I didn’t know what they were up to,
not until that night.
Christophe was asleep,
so you slipped out to the rum bar.
Mikel was there.
The door to his little drug distillery was open.
He wasn’t even ashamed when I caught him.
Mikel admitted...
he and Louise had been making money hand over fist.
The Port Captain had been taking care
of their transportation.
And because he was using Palmont property,
you and Christophe would be implicated.
-I mean, how could he?
Mikel was gonna ruin us!
-He could have been responsible for you losing everything.
-So...
you snapped?
-I wasn’t gonna suffer through poverty again.
I wasn’t born with a gold spoon in my mouth like Mikel,
and I certainly wasn’t gonna let him bring us all down!
-After you put Mikel in the barrel...
what was your plan then?
-I called Louise.
I knew she’d do anything to get my approval.
I told her...
I needed a shipment sent out ASAP.
Bertrand doesn’t ask questions.
-The barrel, the body,
they’d be a full continent away.
-And because it was to be aged,
it would sit on a shelf for three decades.
And by then, my children would be grown.
Their legacy secured.
And if Mikel was discovered and it was traced back to me,
I would accept my lot.
-When Mikel’s body was found,
Louise... she knew it was you.
-We made a pact.
She’d hold her tongue
and I wouldn’t report her drug smuggling.
We shared one last toast
to seal the deal.
Our shared... secret.
-But she couldn’t be trusted to keep quiet.
I didn’t understand the strength
of their drug-infused rum.
I thought she’d be far away by the time the effects set in.
And then...
And then I could just...
we... would just be free.
Christophe and I...
we have children.
This wasn’t just his legacy to protect,
it was theirs too.
-They’ve got a different legacy to live with now.
Thanks, everyone, for coming back.
Let’s try this celebration again.
What’s up with Patty?
Have you done something to piss her off?
-I have no clue.
Well, then it can’t be that serious.
Whatever it is, it’ll pass.
Ooh! Bravo!
Very chic!
-You happy?
-Very.
You look good.
-So do you.
-And I figured a whiskey-based cocktail over a rum one
would be best.
-You figured right.
Is that Christophe Palmont?
Guy lost his wife and his brother.
Not easy to come back from.
- Hm. - That’s an understatement.
-So...
I was going to say...
Why don’t you and I just go for a walk?
Or... a run or something?
Arch, why would I wanna go for a run dressed like this?
I put on this stupid costume just for you
and you wanna leave?
What is...
Where is it?
She... didn’t tell you?
-Well, um...
I had like eight missed calls from her today
and I never called her back, so...
-What are you going to do?
-Demand a paternity test?
Punch O’Brien in the face?
Nothing?
-Those are all terrible ideas.
Now, I suggest tomorrow you call your ex
and you have an honest conversation with her.
And tonight, I suggest you try and have a good time
with some people who really care about you.
-So, you really care about me?
-I said it once, Fitzy.
Don’t push your luck.
Now drink that drink and let’s get this party started.
Woo!
-To...
true friendship.
Hear, hear.