All language subtitles for Saint Pierre 2025 S01 E03_track3_[eng]

Back off!

You arrested him
at our kid's school.

FITZ:
I'm telling you,
he's not Mr. Squeaky Clean.

ARCH:
Fitz!

No one on the island stocks
seven-year-aged Mezcal.

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

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

INTERVIEWER:
Alphonse Nova,

you're a beacon
in the financial world.

Your philanthropy reaches
all across the globe.

But what are you most proud of?

My company, of course.

I built it with my own blood,
sweat,

and many other people's tears.

INTERVIEWER:
Interesting response.

ALPHONSE:
Let me guess.

Most people say family.

INTERVIEWER:
Well, yes.

ALPHONSE:
Family is not an achievement.

Anybody can take vows,
procreate.

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

make something of themselves
instead of always falling back

on the Nova name.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

( ♪♪♪ )

(BEEPS)

And you, you're new,
Mr. Sleeve Tattoo.

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

FITZ: (ON PHONE)
I called you like 30 times.

Did you not get my text?

Oh, you mean the string
of random numbers?

Yeah, I just thought
you were asleep texting.

FITZ: (ON PHONE)
10-42, it's code for homicide.

What do you call it here?

We say...

...I'm on my way.

What I'm saying is
you would have walked right

into a moving car
if I hadn't rescued you.

What were you even doing
up at that hour anyways?

Something disturbing your sleep?

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

(CHUCKLES)

Seeing Marcus with a bottle
of Gallagher's fancy Mezcal,

I mean, it couldn't have
gone down lightly.

SERGE:
Are you kidding me?

You need to tell me
who did this!

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
IN BACKGROUND)

Serge Corbin.

The new curator.

He got the job
about six weeks ago.

Power was cut to the building.

Apparently, when
the generator kicked in,

- the thing was triggered.
- Okay.

Get his statement

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

VOICE ON REEL:
His was the first
and last beheading

in Saint-Pierre.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
IN BACKGROUND)

( ♪♪♪ )

He look familiar to you?

Investment billionaire,
Alphonse Nova.

Oh, safe to say
that his investment portfolio

is about to lose some value.

( ♪♪♪ )

Judging by blood coagulation,

I'd say it's been 10 hours
or so.

You seeing any signs
of a struggle?

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

He was threatened?

Forced? Drunk?

FITZ:
Maybe.

What's with the tux?

I mean, I get grief
for just wearing a suit.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

No digits,
no electronic swipe.

Is that actual gold?

A weird rich person
status thing?

- Arch.
- Mm-hmm?

Look, the safety
latch is broken.

Hmm.

Tempered with, maybe.

Huh?

With this?

His head was already
in the guillotine.

Just waiting for the blade.

To drop.

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

at the Met.

It's quite a prestigious job.

Why'd you leave?

I wanted a change of pace.

Alphonse, uh...

Mr. Nova is a Met patron
and was kind enough

to set me up
at my position here.

Why would he do that?

Excuse me?

I mean, did Alphonse expect
anything in return

for setting you up?

What could I offer Alphonse
that he would want?

He is a--

He was a friend.

Don't you like to help
your friends?

When was the last time
that you saw Alphonse Nova?

Uh, a week ago.

I stopped by after
they filmed that TV special.

Where were you last night?

I was with friends
discussing Baroque art.

I can provide names.

(SHIP HORN BLARING)

The Novas spend
every summer here.

Why?

No, I mean,
what's the connection?

It really is quite lovely here.

It is.
I-- I like it a lot.

MARCUS:
Alphonse has an office
here for tax reasons.

One of his major hedge funds
is based in France.

- Saint-Pierre is his workaround.
- Hmm.

ARCH:
Wife, Renata.

Two children, Seraphina
and Lucius.

Young Lucius was
a bit of a drinker.

He's had his run-ins with
the SPMP over the years,

but apparently he's sober now.

RENUF:
And Seraphina's
a bleeding heart type.

She runs Nova Matters.

The family's
charitable organization.

Totally under Alphonse's thumb.

Right, but everyone's
got a dysfunctional family.

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

RENUF:
The back door was breached

and we think that was
the point of entry.

- What about the security system?
- It's old.

It's hardwired
to the main circuit board.

So, it fried
when the power was cut.

Okay. The power was cut
at 9:03 p.m.

Body was discovered at 8:00 a.m.

The time in between, that's
our window of opportunity.

I need ideas on what events
would warrant

Alphonse wearing a tuxedo.

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

VOICE ON VIDEO:
You can find your own--

Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Volume was up.

We've all seen
this interview, Patty.

The entire world has.

PATTY:
I called the producer to see
if there was anything else

from the interview we could use.

And she sent me this.

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

Not in the way I did, all right?

Good luck, Lucius.

You selfish dick,
I'll kill you!

PATTY:
Lucius started
his own investment firm.

The morning of this interview,
Alphonse pulled his backing.

You just watched Lucius
the moment

he found out he was bankrupt.

Hmm.

MARCUS:
In that case, Fitz and Arch
talk to the family.

And Renuf, why don't you see
if you can get some info

from the staff who work there.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

My daughter, she wants to
go to some concert in Montreal.

No adults.

And you said no?

She's 16.

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

Loosen up, maybe?

I am Jasper Washington,

the Nova family's
personal counsel.

This-- this building doesn't--
I don't know...

Doesn't feel very Saint-Pierre
to me.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Locals hate it.

Oh, I know.

I've fielded more
than a few complaints,

but Alphonse wanted
what he wanted,

when he wanted it.

It was his way.

RENATA:
(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

What were you thinking
hosting meetings

behind your father's back?

You of all people should know
how important

it is to have--

JASPER:
Excuse me, the police are here.

Our condolences for your loss.

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

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

Hey, Jasper, is this you?

So, a soccer game in Argentina.

I guess being the personal
attorney around here

has its perks.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Soothing my nerves.

Care to join?

French 75.

Fun.

No thanks.

Can you confirm where you were

between 9:00 last night
and 8:00 this morning?

RENATA:
I had dinner with the children
at 8:00,

and we were in bed by 10:00.

Alphonse didn't join you?

No.

Father said he was preoccupied.

Any idea where he was
or why he was wearing tails?

ARCH:
Alphonse was wearing a tuxedo.

(SIGHS)

He didn't like to be prodded
about his comings and goings.

Alphonse was a grade-A prick.

But he was our prick,
and we loved him.

And right now, life without him
seems next to impossible.

Want to explain this?

ALPHONSE: (ON VIDEO)
Find your own saved money,

you could start with nothing
the way I did, all right?

Good luck, Lucius.

You selfish dick,
I'll kill you!

Hey, hey, hey!

(ALPHONSE COUGHING IN VIDEO)

Alphonse and Lucius run hot.

They made up as soon
as the cameras were gone.

He was just teaching
our son a lesson.

And that was?

Trust no one.

Not even your own father?

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

Honestly, it's a bit macabre
talking about money

at a time like this.

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

ARCH:
Until we have a clear idea of
the circumstances surrounding

your husband's death,
we need you to stay here.

Please.

RENATA:
From what I've heard,
France's...

is a maximum of 24 hours.

Lucius texted to tell me
apparently

he took a sleeping pill
and wants to rest.

I'll escort him
to your station later.

(CELLPHONE VIBRATING)

Kinda busy.

RENUF:
Lucius left in a hurry,
so I followed him.

He's uptown.

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

Yeah, we're gonna need
to see that text

you supposedly got.

( ♪♪♪ )

Lucius, uh, he looked
like he was, uh, dérangé.

In a-- in a-- a real state.

Okay, go out back.

Make sure he doesn't
make a run for it.

( ♪♪♪ )

Do you smell that?

Smoke.

LUCIUS:
I'm gonna ask you
one last time.

What the hell are
you doing here?

Drop it!

This trespassing idiot
is burning Nova property!

Put the gun down, Lucius!

You were destroying evidence
in a homicide investigation.

Why?

SERGE:
I was keeping
a promise to my friend.

Alphonse confided that
he was being extorted.

Extorted by who?

He never said.

But one doesn't need to look
too far in that family

to see the possibilities.

He made me give my word that

if anything were to happen
to him,

I was to burn the box
and ensure that his children

didn't get the contents.

What was inside the box?

I have no idea.

I value privacy second only
to keeping my word.

Well, I'll give you my word.

We will continue this
in an interview room.

(SCOFFS)

They say money
doesn't buy taste.

I don't think he sat for these.

( ♪♪♪ )

Look who the painter is.

Lucius?

Not sure why I'm in trouble.

I was defending myself.

You have an undeclared weapon

and were about
to shoot an unarmed man

posing no threat to you.

Call Jasper.

He knows the magic words
to make this go away.

You were dodging us.

I pretended to be asleep,
so I could sneak out.

I was afraid you'd find
the loft, see the painting.

A lot of, uh, dead daddy stuff
in that studio, Lucius.

The art was my therapist's idea
as a way for me to cope

with my frustrations
about father.

The whole thing was stupid.

And really not very good.

(SCOFFS)

You know...

I don't know
a lot of sons caught on tape

threatening to kill
their father just days

before their father
was actually murdered.

LUCIUS: (ON VIDEO)
You selfish dick,
I'll kill you!

ARCH:
Must have really hurt.

Your father pulling out
the backing

- of your new company
- like that.

It was a dick move. Yeah.

But come on, you really think
I killed my father

over something like this?

People kill for much less.

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

(LUCIUS CHUCKLING)

Extort Alphonse Nova?

Now you have to
be an idiot to try that.

Or my sister. You know?

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

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

Hmm.

Spidey senses kicking again?

No, they're not spidey senses.

What about the wife, Renata?

And daughter, Seraphina?

Well, we did catch them in
the middle of an argument.

And Seraphina was working
her trading app

like a teenager on TikTok.

Possession of a firearm
without a permit?

It's not gonna fly
with the-- the--

what do you call it?

ARCH: (SPEAKS FRENCH)
(DETENTION ORDER)

He's right.

We'll need something
stronger to detain the Novas.

Okay. I've been tracking
Alphonse's movements.

No dinner, or hotel reservation
in his name.

No special events
worthy of black tie.

And I looked into
Seraphina's financials.

She filed a motion to sell
her share of stocks

in Alphonse's company
yesterday.

Before Alphonse's death.

Just before the stock crashed.

(CELLPHONE CHIMES)

Preliminary autopsy report's in.

The blood panels came back.

There are no stimulants
in the victim's system

at the time of death.

Alphonse was sober
and conscious

when the guillotine...

Seems so.

That's bleak.

EMMANUELLE:
No signs
of excessive perspiration.

He was cool as a cucumber
when his head went on the block.

So, he felt safe
with his killer.

Still a weird thing to do
to stick your head

under a blade like that.

And so far I've identified
two distinct sets of DNA

at the crime scene.

One is obviously our victim's.

The other I ran
through the databases.

Also found this interesting.

ARCH:
An incision for a central line?

Looks old-ish.

Maybe a year or two.

Billionaires go under the knife
all the time.

What's so special about this?

I checked with Alphonse's
personal physician.

No record of surgery
in the last two years.

Whatever Alphonse had done,
it was in secret.

Yes?

VEDA: (ON PHONE)
You have an entire police
department at your disposal.

Why am I doing this?

It needs to be off the books.

What have you found?

Okay, uh...

Tristan Colbert.

Entrepreneur type.

Guy's clean.

ARCH: (ON PHONE)
He flew in on
Gallagher's private plane.

He's far from clean.

VEDA: (ON PHONE)
Woah!

Your boss just showed up.

ARCH: (ON PHONE)
Marcus?

VEDA:
And they're all acting
like old pals.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Okay, stay with them.

And uh, I know this
may sound weird,

but if anyone is wearing
a tux, I need to know.

VEDA: (ON PHONE)
Copy.

Okay, bye.

The family has just called
for a reading

of Alphonse's will.

The Ghanems, they're having
a spot of bother

with a shipment coming in.

I was hoping your--

your customs people
might be able to help him out.

I'll look into it.

Dad.

- Uh...
- GALLAGHER: Yeah?

You know, if there's anything
I can do to help,

I'd love to learn more.

Oh.

TRISTAN:
Yeah. Just, you know,
be a fly on the wall.

You know, you're clearly
the mayor of Saint-Pierre,

- so I was figuring...
- (GALLAGHER CHUCKLING)

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

Got my eye on his property

and little shit
won't be selling it to me.

(CHUCKLES)

So, you want me to go
break his legs or what?

I find a good hardened crack
to the jaw.

Make a man eat his dinner
through a straw

for a couple of weeks.

Focuses the mind, you know?

Yeah.

You should really stop
messing with the kid.

I had you there, didn't I?

(GALLAGHER CHUCKLING)

Yeah.

GALLAGHER:
Go on, run along inside,
look after the lads,

I got some business
to discuss here.

I think you scared him.

A little fear builds character.

JASPER:
Not to be
too anti-climactic here,

but this will take weeks
to sort through.

You're our family's counsel.

Alphonse's estate
is quite layered

and extremely complex

with his personal assets,
corporations.

This will need your father's
full armada of lawyers

to come close
to deciphering it.

Hey, you just--

You dropped something.

( ♪♪♪ )

It's a codicil,
a modification of the will.

Read it.

JASPER:
"I, Alphonse Nova,
declare my last will

and testament void,

and the contents of this codicil
its replacement.

The trust funds in each
of my children's names

are their only inheritance,
my properties

to be split between my current
and ex-wife.

I leave the remainder of
my estate to my foundation,

Nova Matters."

It's signed
and dated last week.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

It was you.

You did this.

Did what?

These are father's wishes.

This is Alphonse's writing.

He states he made
the amendment.

The codicil is real.

You expect us to believe
that father left the entirety

of his wealth
to your foundation?

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

I get a measly 25 mil
of play money

and she gets control
of his billions.

Sweetheart, I know
this is hard for you.

Were you in on this, mom?

You're acting like a child.

The child father
loved the most.

Oh.

You mean the one
he barely left anything to?

Back up.

Back up, Lucius.
I'm warning you.

Guys, enough!

(GASPS)

(JASPER GRUNTS)

Ambulance.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

(SHIP HORN BLARING)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
IN BACKGROUND)

(MONITOR BEEPING)

(CELLPHONE CHIMES)

(CELLPHONE VIBRATES)

(SIGHS)

Between Lucius' gun possession
and Seraphina's assault charge,

we've met... (SPEAKS FRENCH)
requirements.

I assume Renata sprung
'em all on bail?

Nothing
but the best for her darlings.

But at least they can't leave
the island.

Good news.

ARCH:
(SPEAKS FRENCH)

Hey, look at this.

Alphonse's signature
on the codicil.

You see that ink blotch?

Now, two possible reasons
why an ink blotch

like that might occur.

One, faulty pen.

Alphonse had a fancy
fountain pen on his desk.

Looked expensive.

Doubt it's faulty.

Okay, so another reason?

Hesitancy.

Your own signature would
be basic muscle memory.

FITZ:
Right,
but if it's not your signature,

you've never written it before,
you could cause an ink blotch.

Which could mean...

The codicil could be a forgery.

And who stands
to benefit the most?

Seraphina.

SERAPHINA:
You think I forged
my father's codicil?

Handwriting experts
are analyzing the signature.

We'll know soon.

FITZ:
You sold all of your holdings
in your father's stock

before he was murdered.

As if you knew
he was going to die

and the stocks would crash.

My father took a sadistic
pleasure in torturing us

with his money.

He would freeze credit cards
while we were on vacation.

He would bounce
boarding school checks

just to embarrass us.

I had enough.

So, I spoke
to some trusted advisors

who suggested I find autonomy.

Yeah, I sold my shares

and given everything
that's happened,

the timing is suspect,
but I assure you, coincidental.

"Warrant", as you would call it.

We are going to need to
confiscate the typewriter.

Uh, what are you doing?
That is antique!

All your story did was
increase your motive.

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

Security!

When did you manage
to get a warrant?

Uh, a heads up would
have been nice.

Um, Arch?

What?

I called the judge

and she gave me
verbal permission.

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

Relax.

We do it all the time.

You should have waited
for the paper.

If this was used to forge
a new codicil

and we don't take it,
Seraphina can destroy it.

If you stick to the red tape,
Fitz,

you lose in Saint-Pierre.

( ♪♪♪ )

This is your sixth attempt.

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

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

A typewriter that matches
the type on this codicil

and of course,
proof of the person who used it.

And Patty has something
to share.

No CCTV outside the museum,
but how about an Eagle cam?

Come again?

PATTY:
Vivienne.

She's TikTok-famous.

We're waiting to see
the birth of her eaglets.

( ♪♪♪ )

Alphonse cut the power himself.

15 minutes
before he was murdered.

Did the camera
catch the driver?

No, the lights went out
in the alley,

so did the live feed.

But we know the kind of truck.

Called the rental agencies
on the island,

only one carries that model.

Guess who rented it?

Seraphina Nova.

Huh.

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

Serge, the curator,
but he works there, so...

FITZ:
Oh, just freeze it.

Look at the coat.

The cravat.

Remember?

We saw it on the bed
in Lucius' loft.

You know what else
we saw at the loft?

A typewriter.

You could call
your judge friend,

maybe you can get
a real warrant this time.

So the curator
and Seraphina conspired

to kill Alphonse?

Patty, double check
that alibi from Serge.

Put the screws to those friends
he claimed were with him.

Maybe Serge was lying to us

about why he was burning
the box.

It might not have had anything
to do with Alphonse

or extortion.

Covering his and Seraphina's
forgery tracks.

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

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Are we gonna talk
about our little tension?

Look. I-- I just--

I come from a place
where we have to make sure

that our work is bulletproof.

I'm not here to judge you.

You sure present...

Very judgey.

I'm just saying that if we don't
follow the formal process,

it might come back to bite us
in the ass

when we're in court later.

And I'm saying that,
I know that.

I wouldn't jeopardize
the process.

Okay.

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

You have the perfect timing.

Your guys are dressed to kill.

Tuxes? Where?

Gallagher's.

They're about to roll out,
so I will follow them

and location share with you.

ARCH: (ON PHONE)
Okay.

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

( ♪♪♪ )

(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

She's a civilian.

He's got a point, Arch.

I made the call to use someone
I trust to follow a lead.

Are we gonna do this all night?

Okay.

So, I smoked a joint
with one of the staff

while I was waiting
for you guys.

It's an auction.

It's been going on
for three nights.

Very hush-hush.

- ARCH: Gallagher inside?
- VEDA: Mm-hmm.

And the dead guy's daughter.

- Seraphina.
- Yes.

Was she driving this?

Mm-hmm.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Hey. They're both here.

ARCH:
These pieces range
from the Scythian

and Eurasian Empire,

dating back over 2,000 years.

Oh, just pulled that out,
did you?

No, it's--

It's written right there.

Fitz, look.

(CARD BEEPS)

Oh.

Get outta here.

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

I imagine that you think that

these pieces should
all be repatriated.

That gold belongs
where it came from,

not in the mansion
of some rich crétin.

GALLAGHER:
Solomon's Law, though, isn't it?

He who looks after
the baby best, gets the baby.

As I'm sure you're aware,

I don't speak your language,
deputy.

Oh, allow me to introduce
my son, Tristan.

Nice to meet you.

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

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

And for what it's worth, I too
believe that these rich idiots

shouldn't be allowed to buy
things that, frankly,

shouldn't be for sale.

But it's not illegal.

Your man Serge here,

he's got all the permissions
from local governments

that he needs,

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

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Seraphina Nova, Serge Corbin.

We have some questions for you.

(SERGE GRUNTS, THUDS)

(GUESTS GASPING)

( ♪♪♪ )

(GROANS)

There you go. Come on.

You wanted to speak
to the curator.

You're welcome.

Your alibi was merde.

You paid those people
to lie for you.

Alphonse wanted me here

to help him secure
particular items.

You mean to help him acquire
historical antiquities

that he wouldn't be able to
legally get elsewhere?

13 million
in Scythian treasures.

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

I had to buy them
before anyone else could.

Why did you have to buy them?

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

and his detestable friends.

That is why I liquidated
my stock shares.

I needed the money
for the auction.

Alphonse wanted
to actually steal

the guillotine.

I-- I was a little shocked.

He said if it looked like
a robbery,

insurance would cover
the museum's losses.

He was coming
that night to collect it.

He had a contact that was
helping him transport it

to a shipping container
to send it home.

Is that why you rented
the big old pickup truck?

I had to ensure I could
move the items tonight.

I bet when we get this analyzed,
we'll see the practice draft

of the forged codicil.

You were not keeping
your promise.

You were covering your tracks
at your love nest.

But with who?

Seraphina?

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

Not possible.

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

(CHUCKLES)

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

(SERAPHINA SCOFFS)

I was on a Zoom call with
the government of Nigeria

arranging the return
of a ceremonial robe.

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

Now I know that
he couldn't have.

Call them.

Those are the numbers.

Why did Serge forge
the codicil?

Serge?

I would not ask him
for anything.

Because he sold the guillotine
to your father?

Because he's the reason that

my father was divorcing
my mother.

Serge and my mother

have been having an affair
for some time.

Alphonse's prenup
had an infidelity clause.

If Renata got caught cheating,
she got nothing.

ARCH:
It's motive, yeah.

But why give billions
to Seraphina's charity?

Yeah, what if Renata did that?

She already controls the board.

So, how long before Renata
can start siphoning off money

for herself?

(CELLPHONE BEEPING)

Patty?

Who's phone is that?

Evidence bag.

(CELLPHONE CONTINUES BEEPING)

Wait, was that my phone?

Text from Renata.

"Where is it?"

"I know you hid it."

"I know you still have it."

"Where is it?"

And she goes on, and on,
and on.

We know about the affair.

You and Renata.

You kept the original codicil,
didn't you?

ARCH:
Where is it?

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

The texts are coming
from Renata's phone.

She's at the loft.

Wha-- what?

( ♪♪♪ )

(RENATA LAUGHING)

Tenacious, the both of you.

So, how do you want to do this?

Your call.

Oh.

Oh, you mean do we lead
with the,

"you're facing a two-year
prison stay

and a 30,000 euro fine
for forging illegal documents?"

Or--

Or the whole murder thing.

Hmm.

I assume you know about Serge.

Yes, he forged the codicil
for me,

but I did not kill my husband.

Serge kept the original.

I imagine that he did.

(CHUCKLES)

But no, I don't
know where it is.

You know, honestly, I think--

I think you did love
your husband.

But he put you and your--

Your kids through hell.

God only knows what he did
behind closed doors.

I mean, no one would blame you.

I confronted Alphonse
after that TV interview.

He showed me the amendment
to his will.

His entire fortune
going to some outsider.

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

I've no idea.
He refused to tell me.

Like I said, grade A prick.

I had to protect my family.

So, you switched it.

RENATA:
Oh, Serge switched it.

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

but...

But then someone decided
to kill my husband.

And here we are.

So whatever happens to me,
my children will know that

their mama fights for them.

After what their father
put them through,

they're not gonna lose
to some stranger.

Where is the original codicil?

( ♪♪♪ )

No.

(CHUCKLES)

Serge kept the original codicil.

He wasn't as stupid
as we thought.

FITZ:
Well, the guy's seen a bit.

He must have known he would
need an insurance policy in case

Renata tried
to double-cross him.

ARCH:
Who is S. A. Borais?

FITZ:
No clue,
but whoever it is,

they just inherited the entirety
of Alphonse's fortune.

I did some more blood work.

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

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

Just the victim's.

Wait. How is that even possible
if there's two sets of DNA?

If Alphonse's surgical scar
was related

to an off-the-books
bone marrow transplant?

Then Alphonse's blood
carried two sets of DNA.

His and a donor's.

Can just anyone be a donor?

Likely a familial match.

ARCH:
Alphonse had no other
blood relatives

- apart from his children.
- EMMANUELLE: Right.

So, I called the Nova's doctor
just to double check.

Apart from some cosmetic
procedures,

neither Seraphina nor Lucius
had ever had surgery.

Where would Alphonse
and his donor

get off-the-books surgery?

EMMANUELLE:
With his money, anywhere.

Most people do it
in South America.

FITZ:
Argentina.

Airport traffic control called.

The Nova pilots are looking
for clearance.

Tell them no one takes off.

( ♪♪♪ )

Stop the plane!

Stop it!

Open the door!

(INDISTINCT CLAMOURING)

ARCH:
Jasper.

Slowly step out.

Your hands above your head.

FITZ:
Clearly, you didn't know
that the codicil was a forgery

until you heard us talking
about it in the hospital.

ARCH:
S. A. Borais.

It's you, isn't it?

My name is Samuel...

Alphonse Borais.

What does it say?

ARCH:
Alphonse.

He left everything to you.

What?

You were Alphonse's donor.

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

ARCH:
Bone marrow transplant?

Needed a familial match.

I learned the truth about him,
uh, us.

When I turned 18.

He rebuffed my desire
to meet until, uh...

Until he needed your DNA?

Lucky for him, I was a match.

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

That's what he feared,
his stock dropping.

He was leaving it all to me.

Not those brats.

Not his wife.

Hey.

What did I do?

FITZ:
Hey Jasper, look at me.

Look at me.

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

You just proved to us that
you were at the museum

the night of the murder.

Stay back!

Easy now.

Easy.

You don't want to do that.

You know what?

Let's take a beat.

Talk it out.

I didn't mean to do it.

I believe you.

I do.

I mean, accidents happen.

I know what it's like
to live your life

wishing you knew your dad.

I know.
I know how much it hurts.

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

I get it.

He asked me to help
him move the guillotine.

He was excited.

Told me it'd be the pinnacle
of his collection

and needed my help
to make things

look like a robbery.

Then he wanted a photo.

We were actually having fun.

He put his head in the thing.

He was laughing.

We were father and son
for just a moment.

Then, uh...

I told him.

It was time to tell
everyone the truth.

He didn't take that well?

JASPER:
He was ugly suddenly.

Told me I ruined the moment
by bringing that up.

I ruined it.

That he would
never tell anyone.

That he was ashamed of me.

He's never seen me
as his real son.

And before I knew
what I had done...

And he was dead.

We believe you.

Now, let's put that down.
Okay?

JASPER:
I'm sorry.

It's too late now.

Jasper, I need you
to put the dagger down.

Look away.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Easy, easy.

Jasper.

(JASPER PANTING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Merci.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

You ordered us French 75s?

Funny.

Cheers.

(GLASSES CLINK)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING,
LAUGHING)

I won't do that again.

The warrant thing.

Without speaking
to you first, at least.

Okay.

Well, I'll try to not be
such a condescending ass.

Deal?

Deal.

(SLURPING)

That thing you said to Jasper.

About your father, was it true?

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

I'm sorry. Okay.

Too personal.
I get it.

(SNIFFLES)

What do you say
we split some...

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

That's what I said.

Hmm.

My father was a brilliant cop.

But he died in the line of duty
before I was born.

My mother, God.

Her eyes, when she speaks
about him,

it's like she has
all these memories

of their love story.

But to me, he's just...

He's just a phantom.

So, Tapanades?

(CHUCKLES)

All right.

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

Have a good night.

Okay, just give me a second.

Hey, Marcus.

No Mezcal tonight?

What are you really asking?

We'll talk about this later.

♪ You were alone,
left out in the cold ♪

♪ Clinging to the ruin
of a broken home ♪

♪ Too lost and hurting... ♪

So, you hate me
a little less now?

♪ ...to carry your load ♪

♪ We all need someone to hold ♪

Come on, Ash.

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

with you to Montreal.

O'BRIEN: (ON PHONE)
Hey, Donny.

Ash is charging her phone
in my car.

Her and Mer are just grabbing
some fish and chips for dinner.

I thought I'd say hey.

You're answering
my daughter's phone now?

You know, I wanted to thank you
for allowing Ashling

to go to the concert.

Mer and I are
looking forward to it.

Kirin's joining, too.

You're a real prick,
you know that?

Sure.

May you have yourself
a good night there, buddy.

♪ Hear the fallen
and lonely, cry out ♪

♪ Will you fix me up? ♪

♪ Will you show me hope? ♪

♪ At the end of the day
you were helpless ♪

♪ Can you keep me close? ♪

♪ Can you love me most? ♪

♪ You've drunk it down
and you've spat it out ♪

♪ And nothing tastes
like the things you had ♪

♪ So tear it off,
why don't you let them go? ♪

♪ We all need someone to stay ♪

♪ Hear the fallen
and lonely, cry out ♪

♪ Can you keep me close? ♪

♪ Can you love me most? ♪

( ♪♪♪ )