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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)

(♪♪♪)