All language subtitles for Saint-Pierre.S01E10.720p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta[EZTVx.to].srt - eng(2)

You're on Gallagher's payroll.

Keep him close,
so I can watch him closer.

Will that help you to sleep
when you take his money?

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

ARCH:
You're new, Mr. Sleeve Tattoo.

Allow me to introduce
my son, Tristan.

This is my youngest, Rowan.

You believe that Rowan
is behind your son's death.

Zola Augustin was adamant
that we look into Gallagher.

Gallagher has got an iron grip
on your balls.

How's the sleepwalking been?

It stopped happening
right around the time

we started to trust each other.

Is that what we've been doing?

My father was a brilliant cop,

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

Gallagher's criminal shift
cost your mother her business

and her freedom.

Gallagher needs to pay
for what he did to you.

I have proof that can send him
to jail for a very long time.

You need to drop this case.

Sean Gallagher is your father.

(♪♪♪)

(SIGHS)

FITZ:
Hey.

You and your mother
spent all night talking it out?

Hmm, it was rough.

She and Gallagher met
when she was studying in Dublin.

They fell in love.

I lived my entire life thinking
a dead man was my father.

Even followed in his footsteps
to become a cop.

And this whole time,

not only my real father
was alive, but--

He was your actual arch nemesis.

Exactly.

My mom's lies.

I'm on this damn island
because of them.

Did Gallagher know
that she had a child?

His child?

Still, he backed
your mother's business.

It's odd, no?

Maybe he still
harboured feelings for her.

Which, I won't lie,
makes me want to vomit.

(CHUCKLES)

I've been looking
all over for you guys.

Marcus called.
There's a body at the marina.

Why is Marcus at the scene
before us?

I have no clue,
but he just asked for you two,

no one else.

FITZ:
Weird.

Okay.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

Why all the cloak and dagger?

At this point, I figured
it's better to show you.

(BODYBAG UNZIPPING)

FITZ:
That's...

Tristan.

MARCUS:
Yeah.

You two were my first call.

Now, I gotta call Sean Gallagher
and tell him his son is dead.

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

FITZ:
You need another sec?

Honestly, I don't know
what I need.

If she had just told me...

FITZ:
No.

Probably just trying
to protect you.

I had brothers
I didn't know about.

She took away the chance
of any kind of relationship

with Tristan.

If you cannot trust
your own mother...

Are you going to tell me

I need to disclose
my personal connection here?

That I shouldn't work this case
or some bullshit like that?

Do you remember
what you said to me

when my ex-wife's fiancé
was up for murder?

Is this a trick to get me
to say it again?

You said, "Fitz, I can't work
this case without you."

Solve.

I said solve.

Whatever, Arch.

The point is I feel
the same way.

I need you.

And besides, we don't know
who we can trust.

My advice,
we keep it between us

until we can figure
this all out.

(GATE SQUEAKING)

Ready?

Stay outside.

No one gets in.

NATASHA:
No signs of bloating.

And once I check his lungs,

I'm pretty sure they're gonna
be clear of fluids.

-So, he didn't drown?
-NATASHA: No.

Based on the significant
impact injuries,

he was hit by a vehicle.

A large one.

So, we looking
at a hit and run?

Uh, except whoever hit him
didn't run.

They took time
to collect the body

and dump it in the ocean.

Actually, the collision
didn't kill him.

So, what are you saying?

Um Fitz, come help me
roll him over.

The impact didn't kill him.

Two bullets in the rear
of the head,

I extracted those.

So, this was an execution.

We need to get those bullets
through ballistics,

see if we can trace the gun.

RENUF:
Mr. Gallagher,
you are not allowed.

It's official Saint-Pierre--

GALLAGHER:
No. I have to see my boy.

You're not allowed to be
in the room.

Sorry, I couldn't keep him out.

It's alright.

(♪♪♪)

Would you tell me what happened.

Don't spare me the details.

Sean, you might
not want to hear this.

Don't presume to know
what I want to know.

Tristan was shot at close range
with a handgun.

MARCUS:
Rest assured,
the entire SPMP

will be on the case
of your son's death.

It's my son's murder.

(GALLAGHER SOBBING)

(SNIFFLES)

You'll have to excuse me.

I have to tell his mother
and his brother.

Excuse me. I just...

You have anything else?

Yeah, uh, we extracted
several of these

from deep in the victim's wound.

FITZ:
Is that gravel?

MARCUS:
We need to put our biases
towards Sean Gallagher aside.

He's a father, grieving
for his firstborn.

ARCH:
Start with the facts.

We'll work this case
like any other.

We tracked Tristan's
last 24 hours.

I checked.

Tristan came through customs
two days ago.

Maybe he got into trouble.

Some kind of altercation.

FITZ:
Yeah. Probably a mess
that got him killed.

His murder looks like
an execution.

A message to his father?

MARCUS:
I don't disagree with you.

I'm just saying tread carefully.

Give Gallagher some time.

And then by all means,
go question him.

We know someone
who has a lot of hate

for Gallagher.

Zola Augustin.

Could be a possible suspect.

Zola holds Gallagher responsible
for her husband's death.

And she was convinced
that he was involved

in her son's murder.

MARCUS:
Dig through CCTV.

Track Tristan's movements
and those of Zola Augustin.

We do not want to bring
that woman down here

without just cause.

If we don't figure
this out soon,

Sean Gallagher is gonna
burn Saint-Pierre to the ground

-to smoke out Tristan's killer.
-(CELLPHONE DINGS)

Fitz, come look at this.

Natasha ran a black light
over Tristan's hand,

discovered this.

What is that, a stamp
for like a concert?

ARCH:
Nightclub.

I've had that stamp
a few times myself.

Okay.

FITZ:
When's the last time
you saw this guy?

Sean Gallagher's son.

Tristan.

Last night.

Was it a quiet evening?

So, how can you be so sure
that it was him?

People pay attention when
a Gallagher is in the room.

Was he with anyone?

LUC:
I guess it was his girlfriend.

They were all over each other.

Until they weren't.

What does that mean exactly?

LUC:
They got into a shouting,
pushing.

She took off.

Tristan grabbed her arm.

She slapped him.

I had to break it up.

She left and Tristan stayed
and got shit-faced.

When did he leave?

LUC:
Around 2:00.

He was angry.

Stormed out and uh,

headed down
toward the harbour front.

Okay.

Merci, Luc.

(LYRICS IN FRENCH)

About 2:00 in the morning,

the streets would have been
fairly empty.

Which way is Gallagher's?

Their house is this way.

We got a security camera.

(♪♪♪)

ARCH:
Tire tracks look new,

like the vehicle came
to an abrupt halt.

This gravel?

It could be the same gravel
that Natasha found in the wound.

I bet it's Tristan's vape

Arch.

And his blood.

This is where he was killed.

PATTY:
We're in luck.

The carousel experienced
a load of vandalism in the past,

so, the owner installed
24/7 surveillance.

It's not great quality, but...

ARCH:
Tristan.

Can you blow that up?

FITZ:
Those are car lights.

And those are muzzle flashes.

Tristan was loaded into that car
and then dumped into the water.

I'll get everyone on the lookout
for that vehicle.

I have enough to go on.

We need more on the woman
Tristan was fighting with

at the disco.

Well, you know who can
tell us more about her?

Tristan's father.

(♪♪♪)

EAMON:
Can I help you?

ARCH:
Deputy Chief Archambault.

-Inspector Fitzpatrick.
-Have you news?

Have you uh, caught whomever
it was that murdered Tristan?

Sorry, but who are you?

Oh. Pardon my manners.

Eamon McGregor.

I'm an old friend of Sean's.

We're here to speak with him.

Sean's had the shock
of his life, as you can imagine.

Is this necessary right now?

(♪♪♪)

Our sincerest condolences
for your loss.

Thank you.

This is nothing
if it's not indelicate,

but it-- it has to be done.

Where were you last night?

Is this some kind
of twisted joke?

Hey, hey.

It's all right, Eamon.

We were here.

Drank a little bit
too much last night.

My turn now, boy.

What have you got for me?

We've identified a vehicle.

May have been involved
in the incident.

And you uh, know
who was driving that vehicle?

We're working on that.

Not to worry.

Why was Tristan here
in Saint-Pierre?

He didn't need a reason
to visit his father.

Tristan wanted me
to meet his girlfriend.

He was very taken with her.

Sage was her name.

Or God knows.

Why you'd name your child
after a herb,

but there you have it.

FITZ:
Any idea what they
got up to last night?

GALLAGHER:
Things that young people do.

Enjoying the Saint-Pierre
nightlife,

such as it is.

I should have went with him.

No, you couldn't known, Rowan.

Is Sage here?

GALLAGHER:
No, no. I put 'em up
at the Auberge.

Give them some privacy.

Oh, God.

I've forgotten about her
up till now.

She probably doesn't even
know about this, does she?

We're gonna speak
to her a little later.

We can let her know
if that's okay.

Yeah, thank you.

Mr. Gallagher,

despite any tension
that there is between us--

GALLAGHER:
I don't like you very much,

and you're not overly fond
of me.

None of that matters now.

We will find who did this.

You have to trust that.

Believe it or not, Deputy, I do.

(♪♪♪)

Let me guess.

Sage?

Oh, who's asking?

Police.

We've got some news.

It's not great.

It's Tristan, isn't it?
Is he okay?

How did you know we were
gonna ask you about Tristan?

He's literally the only person
I know here.

Apart from Betty White
over there.

(CHUCKLES)

She wants me to go
see the puffins with her.

I only learned what a puffin was
30 minutes ago.

So, what's Tristan
gotten himself into?

Tristan...

has been killed.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, right.

Do you know who his father is?

No one's dumb enough
to mess with that family.

Normally, that would be true.

But today's anything
but normal.

We've got an eyewitness
that saw you and Tristan

in some kind of fight
at the disco last night.

What were you two
fighting about?

Trist--

He wanted to liven things up.

Do a bump or two.

You two do drugs
together often?

No. Tristan did.

There was this dealer there,

he said he couldn't risk
selling to a Gallagher,

so Tristan got pissed.

Are you sure it's Tristan?

The witness told us
you hit Tristan.

Why did you do that?

Trist said some cruel things.

It was the booze.

I didn't think that would be
our last conversation.

How long have you two
been together?

A couple of months.

I just got into grad school
and went out celebrating.

Just love at first sight
kind of thing.

For both of us.

Two months.

Not that long.

Felt longer.

In a good way.

Where did you go last night
after you left the disco?

SAGE:
To the room.

You can ask the front desk.

They watch everything
you do here.

You're going to need to stay
in town until further notice.

We'll need to speak again.

I-- I gotta take this.

Sorry. Yep.

If you remember anything
or if you just need to talk,

you call me.

PATTY: (ON PHONE)
I sent you my location.

An officer spotted the SUV
that ran over Tristan.

We got eyes on it.

Okay, Patty, be very careful.

The driver of that vehicle
took Tristan out

in a pretty barbaric way.

Got it.

Backup's on its way.

I'm gonna put a tracker
on the car.

Keep tabs on him.

Good plan.

Just don't let him see you.

(♪♪♪)

(KEYS JINGLING)

Shoot! He's coming out.

He didn't see.

-(CAR BEEPS)
-(LOUD EXPLOSION)

(SCREAMS)

Patty?

Patty?

(♪♪♪)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(FIRE EXTINGUISHER BLOWS)

MARCUS:
Mild concussion.

A broken wrist.
And some bruising.

But other than that--

I'm fine.

They just wrap it up
with some tape.

Really, I'm fine.

That sounds like adrenaline
and shock talking.

You need to go to the hospital.

Ugh.

The driver didn't make it.

Yeah, that's an understatement.

There's almost nothing
left of the car.

I found this.

Steel tubing helps
boost the explosive.

So, whoever planted it
intended to kill.

PATTY:
I pulled everything I could
find on the car's owner.

A Colin Levesque.

He's got a record back in Paris.

Minor drug dealer, assault.

His files are on my computer.

ARCH:
Excellent, Patty.

We're on it.

Now, you go get taken care of.

MARCUS:
Yes. Your chariot awaits.

What's this?

Found this.

Um, could be the gun
that killed Tristan.

It's a little charred,

but we can still run some tests
on it.

-Renuf, send it for ballistics.
-Mm-hmm.

See if there's a match to
the bullet they are testing.

I know a bomb expert
who can help us with this.

Get any other remains
of the explosive device.

Get it to Simone.

(SIRENS BLARING)

RENUF:
Yeah.

Simone said it shouldn't take
long to figure out the bomb.

MARCUS:
So, what do we have?

Well, according to Tristan's
girlfriend, Sage,

Tristan got into a bit
of a dust-up

with a local drug dealer.

We believe it was
Colin Levesque.

Well, it was his SUV
that ran Tristan over.

I called Luc back.

Uh, disco Luc
or Luc from Langlade?

Disco.

Colin was at the bar last night.

He left just after Tristan.

So, what if Tristan
went to Colin,

hounded him for some drugs
after Sage left,

they leave the disco,
things go sideways.

Drug deal gone bad?

Seems extreme.

Was Colin hired to kill Tristan,

then tied up as a loose end
with the bomb?

By who?

Gallagher.

Gallagher finds out
that Colin kills Tristan.

He decides to exact
some swift justice.

Hmm.

No, it's very loud
and very messy.

Not Gallagher's style.

But I'm certain
these two murders are connected.

If we find out
who hired Colin...

We figure out who's
behind Tristan's murder.

Colin Levesque works
for a bigger dealer

on the island.

Zola Augustin keeps her
drug distribution low-key.

She's very careful.

But those in the know--

MARCUS:
Know that the real drug kingpin
in Saint-Pierre

is actually a Queen.

RENUF:
And I'm no Patty,

but I looked
into Colin some more.

Guess who bailed him
out of jail?

Zola.

Zola is who I was going to say.

Zola uh, bailed uh, Colin out.

Definitely worth
a conversation.

And I happen to know exactly

where she's been spending
most of her days.

ZOLA:
Colin Levesque was blown up?

That's terrible.

Why are you telling me?

You bailed him out of jail.

Yeah, he got a little
carried away

with one of my vendors.

Oh, so he worked for you?

Yeah, on and off.

But not of late.

FITZ:
Why is that?

ZOLA:
I caught him selling something
that he shouldn't have.

And I wouldn't want to be
connected with anything illegal.

So, I cut ties.

Did you catch him
doing something else

he wasn't supposed to?

FITZ:
Or maybe he was doing
your bidding last night

and you cut ties with him
permanently?

Where's this going?

Sean Gallagher's son.

You think
that I had something to do

with that young boy's death?

Your bad blood with
the Gallagher's is more

than just gossip around here.

Yeah, but a son
shouldn't have to pay

for the sins of his father.

I was with my mother
and my sisters.

We're still in mourning.

Contact them.

(LOUD BANGING)

Get out here!

Get out!

Talk to me, Zola!

Did you do this to my brother?

Did you?

This poor child doesn't know
what he's saying.

Rowan, you should go.

I...

I just--
I thought that I could--

Could what?

ROWAN:
She hates my dad.

I heard him say it.

Rowan, for the love of God.

What are you doing here?

He thinks I killed his brother.

(SIGHS)

ZOLA:
I had absolutely nothing
to do with his death

and I am very sorry
for your loss.

Rowan, you're out of your depth.

You need to step back
and let us do the investigation.

Alright, lad, do as she says.

No.

I won't tell your dad
about this.

You get in my car,
you're not in a state to drive.

I offered him a Xanax
to calm his nerves.

Next thing I know, he's peeling
out of the driveway

hell-bent on retribution.

I know you understand.

He's a grieving boy,
spewing nonsense.

Sounds like his father
is the one who's feeding him

that nonsense.

Miss Augustin,
please accept our apologies

for disturbing you.

You can't understand
the suffering

this family's going through
right now.

You'd better find out

who's responsible
for Tristan's death

or Sean and I will.

Is that a threat, Mr. McGregor?

Threats are a lot
of flaccid nonsense.

I'm a man of my word.

(♪♪♪)

I got Simone to do an analysis
on the car bomb

that killed Colin Levesque.

An improvised pipe bomb.

FITZ:
That's like the one
we found onsite.

Look at this.

ARCH:
The ignition was rigged
with a detonation wire.

As soon as Levesque
turned the key, boom.

Did Simone find
any trace chemicals?

She did.

Uh, diesel oil mixed
with nitrobenzene

and ammonium nitrate.

-Fertilizer compounds?
-RENUF: Yeah.

Our mad bomber
didn't take any chances.

Fitz, we have to go.

Boom.

I've got officers checking
the hardware store

and the garden centre
for recent ammonium nitrate

and nitrobenzene sales.

Something tweaked
for you about the bomb?

I recently read about
fertilizer bombs.

A Gallagher connection?

I'm sure I locked up.

Boyfriend maybe?

Kadeem's out of town.

Your mother pop by
for a surprise visit?

No, she messaged me.

She just woke up at Auberge.

Okay.

NAOMI:
Easy.

No need to get crazy here.

Who the hell are you
and why are you in my apartment?

I'm Interpol.

Naomi Blake.

Answer her.

Why are you here?

I'm running a case
against a local.

Guy by the name
of Sean Gallagher.

A little birdie tells me
that you might be doing

the exact same thing.

ID? Come on.

MARCUS:
You can stand down.

Naomi's legit.

She's working with me.

MARCUS:
(SPEAKS FRENCH)

Uh. You might want
to put that back.

She's very particular
about her things.

Are you involved?

In Archambault's
little side hustle?

Am I supposed to know
what you're talking about?

Her secret investigation
into Sean Gallagher.

We recently flagged a number
of files linked to him

that were downloaded
on the dark web.

We traced them to Saint-Pierre.

Mm. There might be more people
who live on this island

than you think.

NAOMI:
Maybe you're right.

But from what I understand,
Gallagher is a real thorn

in Archambault's side.

Mm, actually,
it's the other way around.

Oh.

MARCUS:
(SPEAKS FRENCH)

ARCH:
You're unbelievable.

(CHUCKLES)

Gallagher?

Interpol?

(DOOR OPENS)

I-- I just want to know
what you have on Gallagher.

ARCH:
Oh, his friend Marcus
didn't get everything you need?

We are stronger
if we work together on this.

We've been building a case
against Gallagher for years.

Tristan Colbert was helping.

Tristan flipped on his father?

MARCUS:
He's been putting
on appearances.

Truth is, he hated his old man.

And according to him,
things were terrible

between his mom,
and Gallagher.

What about his brother, Rowan?

MARCUS:
The way Tristan tells it,

Rowan somehow missed
a nasty breakdown

of his parents' marriage

and is highly devoted
to his dad.

Tristan was the keystone
of our case.

Oh, so you're the reason
why he came back here.

He's been wearing a wire.

And we got some significant
intel on Gallagher

and his crew.

MARCUS:
Our plan was to get him
to do it again tonight,

but as fate would have it--

Someone killed him.

Did Gallagher find out
his son was, um...

NAOMI:
A rat?

It is very possible.

Is Sean Gallagher capable
of killing his son?

He's a terrible person,

but I don't think
he would hurt one of his own.

That's quite insightful.

Listen, I am
a reasonable person.

You share, we share.

I have nothing to offer.

Alright.

I'm getting on a plane
back to Washington.

You have 24 hours to think
about helping us.

Or what?

Let's hope it doesn't come
to that.

ARCH:
They're looking for these files.

The bomb analysis reminded me
of a series of car bombs

from years ago.

The Carlyle bombing.

So what, was Gallagher
a suspect in this?

Well, maybe this is information

that we should share with Marcus
and our new Interpol friend?

(CHUCKLES)

Hardly a friend.

I can't believe
they turned Tristan.

Did it get him killed?

Well, I think we both agree
Gallagher is not the one

who killed Tristan.

Hey, are you okay?

No.

No, I'm not okay.

At all.

He's my father

and I haven't had a breath
to even process

the enormity of that.

FITZ:
Not to mention
Tristan's murder.

Is there anything else
you're not telling me?

No, I promise,
you know everything I know.

Oh, it's Patty.

She's back

and she has
"so freaking much" to share.

You okay? How's it feel?

Guys, I'm fine.

Listen, the bomb chemicals
were purchased

at the hardware store
yesterday via EFT.

And guess who picked them up?

Colin Levesque.

How does that make any sense?

It doesn't, so I accessed
his bank account.

He recently received
e30,000.

But it wasn't him
who paid for the chemicals.

Who did?

The transfer to Colin
and to the garden centre

were both made via Elodie.

It's a French payment app.

And look,
Tristan's girlfriend, Sage,

she has a Sugar Baby profile.

-The dates for hire site?
-Hmm.

So, she lied about
the love at first sight,

obviously.

Tristan was paying
for a girlfriend.

Does that track
with anyone here?

No, not really.

He's young, good looking, rich.

And get this, whoever hired her
also used the same payment app.

Tristan lived in the US,
he wouldn't use a French app.

Colin picked up the chemicals
that were used

-to blow himself up.
-FITZ: Right.

And based on the amounts
and the dates

of those transfers,
was Colin hired to kill Tristan?

ARCH:
And what about Sage?

Was she paid
to cozy up to Tristan?

Did his pillow talk include
his involvement with Interpol?

FITZ:
Tristan gives Sage
the information

and then she passes that on
to whoever was footing the bill.

Patty, let's be clear.

The same person made payments
to Colin and Sage?

And for the bomb chemicals,
that's right.

Let's go pick up Sage.

I told Sage not to leave.

Ah.

I'm happy you're ready to talk.

I'm not.

We're on police business.

I'm gonna give
you guys a minute.

She's been in her room
since we left.

Okay, let's go.

Hi.

Hi.

Sage, it's the police.

Please open the door.

We're coming in.

FITZ:
Sage.

I'll call an ambulance.

It's too late.

She's already dead.

(BACKGROUND CHATTER)

Is she okay?

She's in shock.

Not every day
she sees a dead body.

It's hard enough for us.

Patty, Sage had that ring light.

Any chance getting
into her phone?

She made a recording.

It was in her outbox
ready to send to you, Arch.

But the Wi-Fi at that hotel--

Is garbage.

You able to play it?

Yeah.

SAGE: (ON VIDEO)
Deputy Chief Archambault,

I don't even know
where to start.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

Last night I told Tristan

I was hired to get information
from him.

He turned mean and called me
some horrible things.

I guess I deserved it.

I got mad and slapped him.

I didn't know
I would fall for him.

He wasn't what I expected.

Now, it's my fault he's dead.

The man who hired me,

I told him Trist was working
for like the police

or something.

He was recording
his dad's meetings.

What if he knows where I am?

I'm crawling out
of my skin here, alone.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Are you closer to finding out
who paid Sage or Colin

for the bomb chemicals?

The app takes
the confidentiality clause

very seriously.

I provided proof we're in
an active murder investigation.

I'll check,
see if they've replied.

Forensics are processing
the hotel room now.

Staff
and guests were questioned.

The lady saw a man
exiting Sage's room

just before you got there.

Can she ID him?

She asked me to bring these,
so I think yes.

Tristan executed,
Colin executed,

and now Sage executed.

They all have to be connected.

Could I have been wrong?

Could it be Gallagher?

Did he find out that
Tristan had flipped on him?

What is it?

What you got?

Here's the reason
your son is dead.

This was Rowan's plan,
by the way.

Where'd you get that?

Uncle Eamon gave it to me.

Alright.

What is your plan, Rowan?

There's no easy way
to tell you this, Sean.

-Tell me what?
-Tristan--

-Tristan what?
-He was--

-Come on!
-And he--

-Tristan was no loyal son.
-Huh?

He was recording
your conversations.

ROWAN:
For the police.

Wait.

Where-- where--
where did you get

this information, huh?

When the boy reappeared
in your life,

your instincts told you
something was wrong.

Didn't they?

I don't want
to believe it either.

GALLAGHER:
No, Tristan, he--

Yeah, but he wanted
to learn from me.

He wanted to work with me.

Growing up, he hated you.

I never understood,
but I don't know.

I thought he was over it. I--

Oh, think about it, Sean.

Why now?

After all these years,
he wouldn't so much

as even return your phone calls.

(MARCUS GRUNTS)

I know that this is upsetting,
but it makes sense.

Listen, this guy--

Sean.

This guy, Tristan had evidence
that he's a corrupt cop.

He was gonna
take him down, too.

No.

Sean, I know this man
had your boy killed.

MARCUS:
No, no.

Oh, is that right,
is it, Marcus?

That's not true!

You were freaking out that
you were going to get exposed

for being a corrupt cop?

-Is that right, is it?
-No!

So, why didn't you tell me?

And I would have
protected you.

You dumb fuck!

(GRUNTS)

GALLAGHER:
Instead, no.

You went and killed my son.

Well, you leave me
no choice now.

No.

No.

But not here.

No.

I know somewhere
altogether more fitting.

MARCUS:
No, no!

(LISETTE SIGHS)

All I know is he came to Paris
soon after this

and asked me to marry him.

But I just, I couldn't.

Is he capable
of cold-blooded murder?

You think Sean could be behind
his own son's death?

I don't know what to think
anymore, maman.

Tristan was my brother.

Half.

That part doesn't matter.

We could have been family,
but...

LISETTE:
I understand.

I'm sorry.

Truly.

But even you questioning

whether Sean could have killed
his own child

and that poor girl
at the hotel.

It's why I had to get away.

I knew a life with him
wasn't for me.

Or for you.

Maybe he would have been
different.

If he'd had you as a daughter?

We'll never know.

But Genevive...

The payments made to Sage
for her services,

I tracked them to a SIM card.

For whose phone?

Eamon McGregor.

As in Sean Gallagher's
best friend?

Patty, put a BOLO out
on McGregor right now.

PATTY:
Already did.

His passport was flagged
in our system.

He's about to get on a plane.

(♪♪♪)

(ANNOUNCEMENT IN FRENCH)

-There!
-Yeah.

Police!

(MACHINE BLARING)

(GRUNT, GASPS)

Eamon McGregor.

You are under arrest
for the murder of Sage Viera.

You have the right to
an attorney during questioning

and the right to remain silent.

This is ridiculous.

Clearly, I don't have
a lawyer here.

Call Gallagher,
he'll send one over.

Oh, I doubt he'll do that
after he finds out

what you did to his son.

(ANNOUNCEMENT IN FRENCH)

What do you expect me
to say here?

Why don't you start by
telling us why you had

all the chemical compounds
to make a car bomb?

No idea
what you're talking about.

These cash transfers
trace back to you.

Chemicals that were involved
in Colin Levesque's murder.

And a huge payout
in his bank account.

And a payout to Sage Viera.

You know Auberge
has no cameras inside.

But...

...an eyewitness saw you going
into Sage's room

around the time of her murder.

Hmm.

When you find the gun
that killed Sage...

I think Rowan's fingerprints
will be all over it.

(CHUCKLES)

That's funny.

See, no one at the hotel
remembers seeing Rowan.

But when we sent over
this sketch of you...

a number of the staff
recognized it.

You were in a hurry.

You got sloppy.

You know in France,
90% of convictions are related

to eyewitness testimony.

You hired Sage as a honey pot
to feed you information

from Tristan.

You knew he couldn't be trusted.

FITZ:
You were suspicious of Tristan

and his interest
in Gallagher's fiefdom.

EAMON:
The kid was dumb.

Out of nowhere,
starts visiting his old man,

asking latent questions.

FITZ:
Oh.

So he had dirt on you, too.

ARCH:
We know about Interpol.

Wouldn't take that much
to find out

what Tristan was on to.

Not admitting anything.

But whomever killed that boy
did Sean a favour.

Tristan was a traitor.

I'm certain Gallagher would
have had a different punishment.

(SCOFFS)

ARCH:
Get him to the station
for processing.

I wouldn't be so cocksure yet.

You're gonna need me
as a material witness

in your next case.

Where's your Chief?

(ANNOUNCEMENT IN FRENCH)

(PHONE RINGING)

His phone is dead.

Is that...

I placed a tracking device
on Marcus' coat a long time ago.

You drive.

(♪♪♪)

MARCUS:
I know exactly what I'm doing
with Sean Gallagher.

Turn here.

♪ I can feel it coming
in the air tonight ♪

♪ Oh Lord ♪

♪ And I've been waiting
for this moment ♪

♪ For all my life ♪

♪ Oh Lord ♪

♪ Can you feel it coming
in the air tonight? ♪

♪ Oh Lord, oh Lord ♪

(♪♪♪)

- ♪ Well, if you told me...
-(MARCUS SCREAMING)

-you were drowning ♪
-(MARCUS SCREAMING)

♪ I would not lend a hand ♪

GALLAGHER:
I trusted you, Marcus, Jesus!

-Get up!
-(MARCUS GRUNTS)

♪ I've seen your face before,
my friend ♪

♪ But I don't know
if you know who I am ♪

(GRUNTS)

Oh!

♪ Well, I was there
and I saw what you did ♪

GALLAGHER:
This is what happens, Marcus.

MARCUS:
What are you talking about,
Sean?

GALLAGHER:
This is what happens!

MARCUS:
You don't have to do this, Sean.

You know,
I'd almost convinced myself

that you were my friend, Marcus.

This is your idea
of a friendship?

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

GALLAGHER:
Get up, get up!

No, you--

you don't get to talk
anymore.

Not since you killed
my beautiful sweet boy.

You see this dark damp hole
in front of you?

This is for him.

Stop!

Well, would you look at that.

I'm not surprised
you two should pop up

when you're least needed.

Gallagher.

Sean.

Marcus did not murder Tristan.

Rowan.

Now, don't make me do
something I don't want to do.

GALLAGHER:
And you, you might want to check
your aggro

when you're pointing your weapon
at my only surviving son, Fitz.

No one is shooting anyone.

Let's make sure little Rowan
here is on the same page.

ARCH:
You don't know the whole story.

You speak of friendship,
but the one friend

you seem to have is the one
who had your son killed.

What?

What are you
talking about, woman?

Eamon McGregor.

(SCOFFS)

That's funny.

Go on, try again.

He discovered Tristan
was gathering evidence

that could put you
and McGregor away.

Oh, no.

I don't know that--
no, that-- that--

It doesn't make any sense.

Then where is he?

We have proof,
he's at the station right now.

Rowan!

McGregor killed Sage
and now he's trying to pin

that murder on you.

Just stop.

Stop talking.

Okay, you're a liar.

Who gave you the gun?

The gun that killed Sage.

And now your prints
are all over it.

Now listen to me.

Hey!

Put the gun down nice and slow.

We're trying to help you here.

Stop, stop, would you?

I need to think about this.

Please, let Marcus go.

It's not too late
to come back from this.

My life...

it ended today.

There is more to live for, Sean.

More than you realize.

Dad, what are we doing?

What we came here to do, son.

♪ Well, the hurt doesn't show,
but the pain still grows ♪

♪ It's no stranger to you
and me ♪

Please!

Stop!

Gallagher, no!

(GUNSHOTS)

(♪♪♪)