All language subtitles for Saint-Pierre S02E04

Meredith.

We need to talk.

Not the next time you're going to have a
chance to walk around free and easy in

France. I love my new family.

Very much.

And I would never do anything to put
them at risk.

I hate funeral.

Everyone hates funeral.

It would be weird if you liked them.

I feel like I'm going to have more life
staring at a dead body in a box.

Well, look, if we knew the form of
purgatory, we could make it. What is all

this, anyway? What is this all?

It's a protest against indie family and
the plight of women around the world.

Bichette. Oh.

They must be here because of him.

Jeffrey Bichette, the world -renowned
violinist.

You're a monster, Bessette!

You're a

monster, Bessette!

Jeffrey Bichette's been getting death
threats all week. He's a very popular

Yeah, in the worst possible way.

Multiple sexual assault charges tend to
make people angry.

And not a second of jail time, despite a
conviction.

What are we doing at his father's
funeral anyway?

Prefect Bichette was my predecessor.

It's my respect for the SPMP to be
represented here.

Check out that hat.

It's real commitment.

A bit dramatic.

You've got to be kidding me.

What?

Oh, you didn't know she'd be here?

Nope. Well, Professor Bouchette was
involved in lots of high -profile

immigration cases.

Maybe he and Meredith worked together?

I'm a man of few words.

The best tribute that I can give my papa
is by playing the piece he loved most.

Jeffrey!

He's gone.

I'm sorry.

No!

None of them.

A former prefect is dead, and a lot of
high -profile people are pushing for

answers. Yeah, my phone is blowing up as
well. I don't care if this isn't an

official homicide, Marcus.

We need to treat it as one until we know
it's not.

Yes, ma 'am.

You heard the lady. Yeah, but we've got
the church locked down. We're collecting

all the passports, IDs of all the
guests.

No one can leave St. Pierre.

We get it.

I appreciate it.

I know we're flying blind here, but find
out anything you can from the coroner

about the cause of death.

I didn't kill him.

I would have, maybe, if I had the
chance, but I didn't. Okay, well, no one

that you did, so I'm not an idiot.

Depend this on me the first chance you
get.

They feel like you protect your own. I
can assure you, Jeffrey Bouchette is not

our own anything.

Former prefect's son?

Please. You're clearly angry about all
of the allegations against Bichette.

Allegations? You know, this is a kind of
justice what happened to him. Well, you

better hope that we don't find any signs
of toxins or poison in the coffee you

threw in the man's face.

It's just a nice hot dark roast.

Don't have white cereal. Good treat.

Okay, guys, seriously, I just got here.
I haven't even had a chance to pick a

playlist.

We know, we know. It's just that the
prefect was treated like a homicide

proven otherwise.

Severe nut allergy.

Well, physical symptoms are consistent
with death by an anaphylactic allergy.

was injected with some kind of allergy
pen by his mother just before he died.

Clearly it didn't do the job.

Seriously, I do need more time.

We understand.

Just a lot of pressure on all sides for
this one.

The famous predator, Jeffrey Bichette.

Gotta say, I'm not shedding a tear that
he's on my slab.

Well, we trust that won't affect your
autopsy.

How about you buzz us when you're ready,
please?

Okay.

How's it going?

People aren't loving being kept here,
but so far, so good.

Who are those two?

Tim is one.

Bashat's security. We just interviewed
him. He's pretty messed up by the whole

thing. He was supposed to escort Jeffrey
to the cathedral, but was late.

And the guy sitting next to him, writing
his notepad?

Um, writer, Martin Dutton. We haven't
interviewed him yet, but apparently he

traveling with Bichette, writing his
memoir.

She's lost her husband and her son in
one week.

Can I get her home?

Perhaps we can take Mrs.

Bichette's IDs so she doesn't have to go
stand in line.

Yeah, of course.

My... Partner and I are going to get to
the bottom of this.

You think someone did this to him?

My son was a genius, a master at his
craft, a global phenomenon.

If this wasn't an accident, those
people, those women who tried to

him, they're the ones.

Look at them.

You'll find the person who took my son
from me. We will be looking at everyone,

I assure you. My Jeffrey's music.

brought light to this world. That is his
legacy, not nonsense accusations.

We're aware that he received death
threats.

A number of people wanted to see your
son harmed.

The letter and words, were any sent to
your home?

What arrived in the mail went directly
into the fire.

Then I notified your station.

What great men do, the lesser will
prattle of.

People were jealous of Jeffrey.

Police were no friends to my son.

If I suspect you have any prejudices
against him, there will be consequences.

My husband may be gone, but I still
wield power in this town.

One side thinks we're protecting the
creep. The other side thinks we're

persecuting him.

Meredith, it's nice to finally meet you.

All right.

Likewise.

Our kids can't stop talking about how
cool you are.

Aisling loved the horseback riding
lesson, so thanks for being so

cool.

I'll give you two a second.

Oh, man, I was weird, wasn't I? You
weren't exactly tool.

Oh, God.

It was fine.

A heads -up you were coming would have
been nice. It was a last -minute thing.

I honestly did not know you'd be at the
funeral.

We were planning on heading home right
away.

And don't worry, Mom's watching the
kids.

Oh, great. I'm sure they'll be around
their own smokes in no time.

Yeah.

You said we.

So, Mr. Premier, he's here with you? I
didn't see him inside.

Robert had some meetings he'd been
putting off in St. Pierre, so he packed

along.

But seeing how you police have us
trapped on this island for the night...

Why don't we all have dinner?

You want me to have dinner with you and
Robert?

Why not?

Bring a friend if you need a buffer.

It'll be nice.

6 .30?

Totally. 6 .30. Totally.

Absolutely not. No. No way. It would be
fun. Fun? Are you out of your mind?

You want me to have dinner with your ex
-wife and your arch nemesis?

Not happening. I'm just looking for a
little backup here. No, Fitz, you're

looking for a weak man, woman, whatever.

And this is so not my vibe. Why would
you put yourself through it?

Everyone alive knows you hate O 'Brien.
I did like O 'Brien to an extreme

amount, degree, whatever, but I don't
know if I hate him.

You'll be insecure about being reminded
that you basically saved him from a life

behind bars.

And you, you'll be five whiskey sours
in.

Like C7, if I'm being real.

And we know what you get like when
you're on a whiskey.

I do get cocky.

I predict by entree a bare knuckle
mashup.

And I am carrying you to the emergency
all over again. Wait, wait, wait. You

think that O 'Brien would beat me in a
fist fight?

Merch?

I got like...

A million coffee cups from the dumpster
behind the church to test for poisons or

toxins. Why didn't you just test
Jeffrey's coffee stain shirt?

The client said this got me fucked for
nothing.

We're also testing the food from the
wake, the inhaler, and epinephrine

injector. Test Jeffrey's violin and bow
for perfect poison, but tell them to be

very careful.

That violin is worth more than our
worldly possessions combined.

Okay, let's hear it.

We all know Jeffrey Bouchette has
multiple allegations for sexual

a conviction for an assault involving a
minor. The victim, only known as Jane

Doe, was one of his students when he was
in residence at the University of

Toronto. He was tried and convicted in
absentia.

He fled to France as a French national
and avoided extradition.

Right. He set foot on Canadian soil. He
would have been arrested.

This is a slippery one for us.

We know the guy's a predator. That was
proven.

But our job is to figure out how and
why.

He's dead.

Marcus is right. Put aside our personal
biases.

And let's get to the bottom of this.

All I did was speak the truth.

I've run my mouth when I'm angry.

What else do you do when you're angry?

You protesters.

You organized.

You arranged to come to Saint -Pierre
before Bichette had booked his flight.

Yeah, we have ways of getting info on
him. Knowing where he's going to be.

Make him pay.

You founded that fight.

With some others, yeah.

It's just, you've got quite the comment
history.

You really don't hold back, do you?

I want to tie him up.

Tiffrey deserves what's coming to him.

And it will come.

Retribution?

Death isn't enough.

And that's all from your handle.

Your IP address.

I know.

I wrote them. And I meant every single
word.

As you know, my chat room's dedicated to
taking down Jeffrey Bichette.

Did you want to see him dead?

Jeffrey Bichette was Jane Doe's
instructor.

He trusted him. He drugged her.

And I don't need to tell you what else
he did.

Her life was ruined.

She went from top of her class, on track
to becoming a world -class violinist,

to dropping out and spending some time
on the streets.

What did Bichette get?

An honorary doctorate. I'll take that as
a yes.

You can take it how you like.

But as far as I'm concerned, Jeffrey
deserved a much more painful and a hell

a lot longer death.

How did they have so much detail on the
Jane Doe Bichette case?

She was under 18. The details were
sealed.

Check this out.

Why are we looking at her? I dug deeper
in to make him pay.

Ingrid Moore. She's Andy Mitchell's co
-founder. Be fluent on the things late.

That's the woman appointed at the
funeral with the big dramatic hat.

She's also had multiple restraining
orders from Jeffrey Bichette.

Okay, send her photo to every cop that's
at the church right now. Do not let her

leave.

Increase! Stop!

I know, I know.

Mark, I know.

Look what we found in the back of
Ingrid's van.

Let's see here.

Chloroform.

Lap. Zip tie.

Wait.

Those are directions to the cathedral.

And Jeffrey Bouchette's house.

It'd be great to hear her explain this.

How's she doing, anyway?

Medics aren't seeing signs of neck or
brain injury. A few cuts and bruises.

She'll need to get to the hospital, just
in case. Okay, you go with her, and the

second she's well enough, we need to
speak to her.

And let's get someone to bite this on
up.

Okay,

so, your dick. The dick.

Still can't confirm if it was murder or
not. This would be a lot of wasted time

if it turns out he choked back on a
tooth or something.

Not a tooth.

Our buddy boy here had an anaphylactic
shock, for sure. Tiny residue of peanut

allergen on the lips and the mouth,
possibly in the throat, but Jeffrey

had food in his stomach for hours.

If this was a peanut allergy reaction,
it's instantaneous, even if it's

airborne. In my humble opinion, there
wouldn't have been enough allergen in

system to kill him. And if he didn't eat
it?

How'd he get the allergen on his lips
and mouth?

The asthma inhaler.

He took a hit of that inhaler right
before he died.

He's so smart, isn't he?

I had the same idea, but the AP injector
should have saved his life.

That's what they're for, yeah?

Still waiting on Jeffrey Bacheck's
blood, urine analysis, but... If the

was tampered with... The prefect has her
official murder investigation.

How you feeling?

A little worse for wear?

I bet.

That was quite a stunt you pulled.
Should we start there? The multiple

you're facing for evading law
enforcement? The car chase?

Or... Or just start with why you ran?

We know about your record with Jeffer
Bichette.

The assault charges, restraining orders.

The duffel bag with the kidnapping kid.
We have your partner in crime in

custody.

That's why he wasn't picking up my
calls.

I was worried.

You and Andy, we know you were on the
website together. Is there more to your

relationship?

We live together.

Andy's an amazing person.

He's supportive.

He's been there for me.

So, he's supportive of what? Your
kidnapping plan?

It's high baton tape.

Chloroform? That is impressive.

Chloroform is not easy to get.

What's the plan to grab Jeffrey and kill
him?

And he said he wanted to see Jeffrey
die, painfully and slowly.

But this wasn't about torture, Ingrid,
was it?

It was about consent.

A simple little concept that Jeffrey
Bichette never understood.

A man like him, he never had to face
consequences.

And as long as he was here in St.
Pierre, he couldn't be extradited.

But you would have to face them in
Canada.

You'd just have to get him there.

I knew Jeffrey.

He would have left in six minutes in a
maximum security prison.

That's what I wanted.

For him to suffer.

Like I did.

Like I do every day.

Even if it meant serving time yourself?

I knew he'd get out eventually.

Find peace.

Maybe closure.

Maybe I'd even be able to look at a
violin.

Play again without wanting to smash it.

Ingrid is Jane Doe?

Yes, she was the minor. A shed victim
from ten years ago.

They were going to extradite him
themselves.

Not kill him.

Are you sure?

Oh, yeah. I mean, I wouldn't let them
run free or anything, but Andy and

they wanted Bichette alive.

To make him pay for his crime.

She wanted him to rot in prison.

That would serve as his hell.

Suppose it isn't Ingrid and Andy. Where
does that leave us?

Looking for a new suspect.

We need to take a look at his inner
circle, his family, anyone close to him,

work our way out.

Interesting.

They're my husband.

He loved to collect unique specimens.

I personally find them revolting.

Mr. Dutton?

Martin? Here are a list of people to
speak to. Mr.

Dutton was just leaving.

I want my notebook.

It's my property.

I told her your stupid notebook is not
here. Now leave.

You're upsetting Madame.

I'm staying at the Hotel Robert, room
208.

If you need me, I'll be three martinis
deep.

Maria practically raised Jeffrey.

She can't stand that so -called author.

Why is that?

He filled Jeffrey's head with the idea
of a book.

He's a leech.

My Jeffrey sparkled.

Everyone saw it.

I want to show you something.

I wanted to keep his studio just like
this.

Even after Jeffrey moved away, it
allowed me to remember him as he was as

child. His music would fill the house.

The Grand Laroque Medal.

Jeffrey received it for his commitment
to the promotion of young musical

Jeffrey had a peanut allergy, right? My
own son has one as well. It's a lot to

keep track of, isn't it? I have the same
affliction.

So between us, we have those allergy pen
injector things all over the place.

Every drawer, every box.

I'm sorry.

It's been a tough week for you.

Even the darkest hour is only 60
minutes.

My legs can't do some rest.

Thank you for trying to find out what
happened to my Jeffrey.

Oh, of course.

If you don't mind, we're just going
to...

I'm going to keep looking around.

I'd love to get to know Jeffrey a little
bit more.

Thank you.

No wonder he turned out to be a
psychopath.

He was raised from day one being told he
was a god.

Nice one.

I did not know you played piano.

Well, there's a lot you don't know about
me, Arch.

I think we just found the notebook
Martin Dutton was looking for.

This whole thing's in shorthand.

Wait.

How do you know shorthand?

Well, we were taught it in basic
training.

It can be super useful in fast -paced
situations.

It must have been hard to read it with
no electricity.

Oh, but I guess you had candlelight with
that then.

You're calling me old. That's a good one
on age joke. That's really good.

Clearly your mind's still sharp.

Well, I'll take that.

All right.

This is a list of women's names,
including Ingrid Moore.

A list of Jeffrey Bichette victims.

And there are a lot of names.

Martin Dutton was digging into the truth
about Bichette's military behavior.

I think it's time we go talk to Martin.

Martin said room 208.

Martin?

Is anyone here?

No, just me.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

He burst down the door and he just came
at me. Who?

The goon that was shet -slamming I to
protect Jeffrey.

Him.

He's an absolute mud -eater.

So he broke in, and then what happened?
Tracked the place looking for my

notebook.

I tried to reason with him, but he was
in a blind rage.

Well, he probably thought that you
killed his boss.

Did you? Oh, good God, not you too.

Of course I didn't kill him.

Look, I'm afraid that Tim is going to
find and destroy my notebook, and my

following Jeffrey around will be for
naught.

Well, where did you...

Jeffrey was hiding it at his place.

Is this the list of Jeffrey's victims?

I have them on the record.

One of them lives here in San Piero. I
was on my way to see her when this

happened. We're going to need her
contact information.

That's a confidential source.

She's also a potential murder suspect.

Of course.

Are there any other people on this list
that are here in San Piero?

You spoke with Ingrid Moore.

Poor Ingrid.

No, Geoffrey all but ruined her life.

She risked everything to come forward to
testify, and for what?

Bastard never spent a day in prison.

Geoffrey assumed you were writing a puff
piece.

No, you were planning to take him down.

I was going to tell the truth.

Geoffrey was delusional.

He was so full of himself that he hired
me, an actual journalist who prides

himself on getting to the truth, to
write a vanity book for him.

Did Jeffrey figure that out?

Yes. He and Tim.

They were trying to stop me.

Why Tim?

When the truth comes out, Tim is going
to be implicated.

And the world will learn about all of
the payoffs.

May I have that? Right now it's
evidence, but I'm sure we can get you a

Martin, it's not lost on us that with
Jeffrey dead, the stock value of your

has considerably increased.

I didn't kill Jeffrey.

And yes, I'll make some money, raise my
cachet, whatever.

But my book is for them, the survivors,
the people Jeffrey terrorized.

The coffee Andy Mitchell threw on
Bichette's shirt contained no toxins.

Keep Andy and Ingrid more in holding
until we know exactly how Bichette died.

Someone please tell me you have
something.

I'm getting it from all sides. We're
getting there.

I get the pressure you're under, but
getting things right takes time.

There's a bolo out for Bichette's
bodyguard, and we have his passport.

He's not going to be able to leave the
island.

Martin Dutton. I don't think he was
involved, but his note might be the key

this whole thing.

He was supposed to meet with one of
Jeffrey's alleged victims.

She's here on the island.

Renouf, go get her details from Martin.
We need her tracked down, please.

I'm on it.

Martin mentioned payouts, and his notes
certainly indicate that there was some

hush money paid out to his victims.

I looked into Jeffrey's financials and
can find no such transactions.

Right, right, but listen to this, okay?

Jay drunk, quote, the length my mom will
go to for me, end quote.

Kay came up with what was needed.

Okay, Jay, for Jeffrey.

Kay Kathleen, his mother. Right, so it
looks like Bichette was offering money

his victims, up to hundreds of
thousands.

Was his mother behind the bail?

The Bichettes have some assets, but that
seems beyond their means.

Unless... I assume the Prefect Post have
been trying to make heads or tails of

the books.

There's almost a quarter of a million
euros unaccounted for.

Where are all these transfers going?

To another account.

St. Pierre's surplus.

But when I try to access the account, my
credentials don't work.

I've been meaning to get to the bank to
resolve it.

I think now would be the time.

The inhaler.

This was right.

Traces of peanut powder, but as I
suggested, not sufficient enough to

death. Also found little to no
epinephrine in his system. How is that

The entire church watched Jeffrey's
mother stab him with this thing. It was

messed with. It had high traces of
tetrodotoxin.

Tetrodotoxin. Are you sure?

Yes, Arch, I'm sure.

And hydrotetrodotoxin, to be specific.

Can one of you please speak some
English? Or even French would be nice.

Tetrodotoxin is a neurotoxin which
blocks the body's sodium channel,

paralysis, but in the worst cases,
death.

Neurotoxin poisoning presents a fatal
allergic reaction, like a peanut

So Bichette was murdered.

And someone staged his death to look
like a normal allergic reaction.

Whoever killed him knew he would use the
inhaler. His buffer? It was lathed with

a peanut halogen.

So then what, the killer topped up the
epi -injector with the toxin?

This is our murder weapon.

Okay, so where does one get this poison?

It's rare.

Maybe a marine organism like a starfish
or blowfish.

Where was the last place that we saw a
bunch of jars of smelly, ugly fish?

Are we really thinking Catherine
Bouchette killed her own son?

Maybe, if we found out that Jeffrey let
a slip to Martin about the payout for

the victim.

She protected the creep for all these
years, only to be betrayed by him?

Still seems a bit extreme or vilified.

Something isn't right.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Kim, pal.

Tell us where Kathleen Bouchette and
Maria Loomis are right now.

I told you.

Neither Maria or Kathleen were there
when I arrived.

Our officers are searching the island,
and we will find them.

When we do.

You better hope they say the same thing.

Who trashed the place?

Not me.

I was there... I had my own plan.

That didn't involve either Maria or
Kathleen.

What was your own plan, Tim?

Did you know the jars in the Bichette's
home contain a toxin?

The very toxin that killed Jeffrey?

You had quite the haul.

Jeffrey's prized medal and that violin
must be worth... Millions.

You were cleaning them out?

I knew they were going to cut me loose.

With Jeffrey dead, Kathleen wanted me
gone. Maria was going to fire me.

So you wanted a little self -made
severance package?

I took some photos with Martin and
Dutton on my phone after you worked them

over. Why did you attack him?

He's writing that book about Jeffrey.

His victims.

The sexual assaults. You're in there.

Are you a predator too, Tim?

No, not in the way Martin was implying.

I mean, I looked the other way.

I didn't know what Jeffrey was up to
specifically, but you never called him

Honestly, I tried to keep young women
away.

But they were like flies to a light.

Jeffrey had that effect on everyone.

Even me.

Did you kill Jeffrey?

No. No, maybe I should have.

The prefect was amazing. The bank
manager came in personally.

Kathleen Bichette has lived here most of
her life. She's well -liked and

respected. The manager couldn't say
enough about how lovely she was helping

husband with the book. She opened that
surplus account on behalf of the former

prefect. She then transferred funds from
the town's budget to her secret

account, then to her personal account.

And until now, no one suspected anything
was amiss.

Kathleen was embezzling government
funds.

Then using that money to pay Jeffrey's
victims to keep them silent.

Nadia Lamsky, local woman, Martin was
interviewing about Jeffrey.

She was hesitant to come in, but she's
here.

Patty, isn't that his name on that
thesis transfer?

Yeah, I do remember that name.

But her payment stopped just one month
ago.

Leaving this money wasn't illegal.

No one's implying that. We're just
looking for clarification on the nature

the payments. It's been a significant
amount over the past three years from

Kathleen Bichette.

What were the payments for?

Martin Dutton, the writer, he was doing
the tell -all on Jeffrey Bichette. We

know he was speaking to you as one of
Bichette's... as one of the survivors.

It's... Tough to talk about. We see
that.

But it really looks like you've been
receiving harsh money from Kathleen to

quiet about her son's behavior.

And suddenly, the payment, they ended
about a month ago.

I mean, this is all relevant. We're
investigating a murder here. The payment

stopped, and now Jeffrey's dead.

Do you think... Are you accusing me of
killing Jeffrey Bichette?

We just want to hear your side.

Jeff was an entitled monster.

There was a settlement.

I signed an NDA.

Right. Then suddenly the payment, you
just, you didn't want him anymore.

Help us.

What changed?

My content.

I knew if I stayed quiet, he could
continue.

Hurt more women.

Girl.

Is that why you broke your NDA and
agreed to speak with Martin Dutton?

Yes. I forget the worst that already
happened to me.

Even the darkest hour is only 60
minutes, right?

Even the darkest hour is only 60
minutes.

We recently heard someone say that.
Those exact words.

You related?

My mother.

She's worked for that family since I was
a child.

Did your mother know about what Jeffrey
did to you?

She loved her job.

I knew if I told her, she'd quit.

Or worse.

But you did tell her.

She found the bank statement.

She asked me why Kathleen was sending me
money.

When I told her.

She felt beyond awful.

Like it was somehow her fault.

I told her that I'm happy now.

I'm in a loving marriage.

I'm not saying that I'm over what that
asshole did to me.

But I can't, I won't let that him.

to find the rest of my life.

What did your mother think about the
money?

She was furious at Kathleen.

Betrayed.

Said she'd make things right.

Do you know where your mother is right
now?

The Bouchettes have a fishing cabin just
out past the hall.

Drink the tea.

It would be a cleaner death than me
putting one of these through your skull.

We... My family has known you for
decades.

Maria, you are family.

Family.

Oh, Kathleen.

You knew what Jeffrey did to Nadia.

Such unspeakable things.

And I was the one who brought her into
this vile web.

How do you think? I feel I was trying to
make things right with Nadia.

Don't even whisper her name.

You're paying her to keep quiet.

Admit it.

Yes, I stole the money.

I was protecting him.

But who was protecting my girl?

The team.

It's the same poison you used on
Jeffrey.

Maria, you didn't.

You didn't kill my son.

Drink it.

That gun pointed exactly where it is and
do not move.

Please, Maria.

We will have no choice.

We heard Kathleen's confession just now.
We heard all of it. We have proof of

her abettlement.

Kathleen will face the consequences of
her actions.

How will I bear what I did to that
monster?

You heard all that, didn't you?

Why should I give in?

What have I got to live for now?

You've got Nadia to live for.

Maria, your daughter.

She's going to need you.

Listen, we met her today.

She's a lovely person.

I know she'd very much like to see you
again.

Alive.

Okay, okay.

They're both victims of Jeffrey's reign
of terror.

That could have been stopped by his
mother.

They say you can separate the man from
the art, but I fully intend on

incinerating all my Jeffrey Bichette
albums.

I've already deleted his music from my
phone.

Where's Fitz?

Um, likely being tortured at the very
moment.

So, yes, governing was a minority as
part of it, but that's the job. The job

governing for the folks that didn't vote
for you. You mean the idiots who didn't

vote for you.

You want another one of those fits? I
mean, just because I'm not drinking

doesn't mean you and Mary can't tie one
on.

I've already got one ordered, so thanks.

Does that mean you're back on the wagon
again, then?

Yeah. I think we all know the last time
I drank alcohol in St. Pierre, things

didn't go great.

Yeah, I told.

Meredith everything about the bachelor
party.

And how you help me.

Robert and I don't keep secrets.

I was doing my job.

Well, you seem better at it here.

Okay. Let's not get into anything too
heavy, shall we now, boys?

Oh, if you're not getting into anything
heavy, I'm going to turn right back

around.

From here... Deputy Chief.

I'm so glad you could make it.

Art.

So, how did you two meet?

Okay.

I was representing the client.

He wanted refugees, that is. Robert got
an extension for my client, and I was

able to obtain all the necessary
documentation.

It's very romantic.

And you two, you two made wonderful
kids.

I mean, it's just... I'm delighted to be
able to co -parent with you.

And believe me, they love their father,
and they tell me often.

I'm sorry, I have to take this. Getting
a follow -up reception here has been

awful. Pardon me.

Hello? And I'll make a move on some
fresh drinks. Anything for you,

I'm good, thanks.

I appreciate you trying to make things
easier with Robert.

Well, he's co -parenting with me, so...

And

you?

I'm good.

Mm -hmm. Uh -huh.

How far along are you?

What are you talking about?

You're pregnant.

I know you're pregnant, Meredith. You
know I know.

I haven't even told Robert.

There are no secrets between you two,
hey?

Okay, what did we miss? Oh, uh, thank
you.

What did they miss, Meredith? Anything?

No.

Only three?

I'm proud of you.

Maybe no fifth will fly over dinner
after all.

Oh, it's only early yet.

So who's hungry?

Excuse me for a second.

share that.