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Sean Gallagher is your father.

And he’s an informant for Interpol.

-Hey!

You better hope that I never see you again.

Arch seems happy.

-Are you the Abstract Killer?

-You think I’m crazy...

-How did I let that happen?

-Hey... I got you.

You really know how to take your time, huh?

-Well, my, uh... my guy is clearly, uh, older.

And slower.

-Are you talking about your horse?

Oh, boy.

How I’ve missed your witty retorts.

-Well, coming back to work, it’s, um...

You know, distractions are all well and good,

but what you’ve been through...

it has a way of creeping up on you, partner.

- Yeah. - I’ll cross that bridge

when the creeping happens, partner.

-Apparently Théo’s undergoing a bunch of psych evals

to see if he’s fit enough to stand trial.

- Good. - But it’s not mes oignons.

-Not your onions?

-No longer my problem.

I don’t want to hear about Théo Fouchard anymore.

I mean it, Fitz.

I’ve already given too much energy to that man.

-Race you to the stables? -Sure.

Whoa, hey! What’s up?

Come on, Mick, you’re making me look like an idiot.

Dude... Please.

-Hey, there.

How are you even slower than me at getting dressed?

-Hey, I have a lot of layers.

Hey.

I’ve been texting and calling you.

- What’s up, Patty? - Can you start early?

Apparently there was no sign of a break-in.

-Well, there’s definitely signs of a dead body.

-Vic’s name is Billie Vannier.

-Local?

Her address is, yeah.

Dr. Katrina Bourgeois. This is her chiropractic clinic.

-She, uh, give any details of what might have happened?

-Dr. Bourgeois said the front buzzer kept ringing

during the vic’s treatment, so she went to answer it

and then got knocked out.

-She came to and found Vannier dead?

-That’s what she claims, yeah.

-She manage to give a description of her attacker?

-She was pretty rattled.

She’s getting her head injuries attended to.

-Okay, well, when the medics give her the all clear,

make sure she comes to the station, okay?

-What do we have here?

So, robbery has to be ruled out.

There’s no way someone killed Vannier and left 10k behind.

-Well, you haven’t missed a beat.

-Yeah. You’re just threatened.

Now that I’m back, you’re not top dog anymore.

-Anyways.

The body was found at a chiropractor’s office.

Botched... treatment?

-Chiropractor covering her tracks, maybe?

-Chiropractors crack things in ways I’m...

I’m not okay with.

-Well, you do have an absurd fear of chiropractors.

-Are you gonna tell me how you are?

And quit dodging my questions about Meredith and the baby?

-How about you drive?

Top dog.

-There she is! -Hey!

-Welcome home, Deputy Chief Genevieve Archambault.

-I’ve literally seen each of you a bunch of times.

Please just... move on.

Okay, let’s get to work here.

What do we know about Billie Vannier?

No criminal record, no issues with the cops.

She was young, too. Twenty-nine years old.

Vannier was single, lived here her whole life.

She owns Ligne Verte, a hydroponic farm.

They deliver produce all over Saint-Pierre.

-Well, this delivery van was parked

outside the chiropractor’s office.

They have the most delicious lettuce varieties.

What a shame if this caused it to close.

Why would a niche hydroponic farmer

have this kind of cash on her?

-Well, the most obvious answer would be a drug operation.

-Okay, well, if her death is ruled a homicide,

her murderer could be a rival drug dealer

or an angry customer.

-We need that greenhouse and property searched

to see what’s in there.

-The delivery van had a dash cam.

The SD card is on a 36-hour loop,

so I’m trying to retrieve the footage.

-Smart.

-That’s the, uh, chiropractor. The medics cleared her to talk.

Well, we know what to do.

Arch, go ahead and remind everybody why it is

you’re so good at this job.

And before you interview the chiro,

come and see me in my office for a couple minutes.

I wanna talk to you.

It really is great to have you back.

I sense a "but."

Well, the long and the short of it is,

with Diard out of the way, the brass in Paris

are asking me to take on the role of Prefect.

-That’s huge.

-Yeah, well, you two solving the Abstract Killer case

bumped up my status quite a bit.

They have eyes on you as well.

-Meaning what, exactly?

-Well, if I take that position, and I’m no longer Chief,

it only makes sense that, uh...

-His deputy would assume the leadership role

here at the SPMP.

-I won’t lie, I’ve never even considered that possibility.

Well, it’s a great opportunity.

But we can talk about that later.

-Right now, I’ve been asked to handle Lou’s transfer

to Interpol’s Lyon HQ.

-That’s the guy that we busted in that stolen car sting?

- Exactly. - He’s facing international

vehicle trafficking charges.

-Playing le Préfet already?

-Heavy is the head.

-How you feeling?

He looks dangerous.

Am I... safe in here?

-He’s fairly harmless. You should be fine.

What certification does one need to be a chiropractor?

Uh... well, I’m-- I’m board certified,

so qualified in, um, Europe and Canada.

-I’ve read about practitioners hurting their clients.

-Or almost killing them.

-I’m... sorry?

I’ve been practising for six years.

No one has ever been hurt by me in a treatment.

-Did you see your attacker?

Can you describe them?

-Um...

Yeah, a-- a man.

White, uh, tall.

But it-- just, it all happened so fast,

I feel like I’m still in shock.

Maybe if I rest, I’ll be able to remember more.

-Well, we’ll make sure you get home.

If your head starts to get clearer,

feel free to reach out to us.

Okay. And I do want to help you guys

get to the bottom of what happened to Billie.

-Okay.

Great.

Hey... I’d be quite content

to face charges here in Saint-Pierre.

You should have thought about that

before going international, Lou.

-Hey, you’ve got a beef with Sean Gallagher for years.

Everybody knows that.

Well, maybe I know something. Maybe I can help.

Maybe I got information that could be useful.

Tell me all about it on the way to the airport.

Some chiropractors use high-velocity thrust

for cervical adjustment.

There have been cases of thrombus formation,

paralysis, stroke, sometimes death.

-Is that what happened here?

- No. - You see those tiny red dots?

Indicative of petechial hemorrhaging.

-A pressure point in her neck was obstructed, leading to...

-A lack of oxygen to the brain.

So, officially, Billie died of brain death?

-Swift, clean.

She probably didn’t even realize what hit her.

Whoever killed her knew exactly what they were doing.

-A chiropractor would know all about pressure points,

that kind of thing?

-They would absolutely know.

- Alright. - Well, thanks.

-Always a pleasure seeing you, Arch.

You missed my medical expertise?

-Mm, I didn’t say that.

Was it just me, or did you get a strange read

on the chiropractor lady?

-Dr. Bourgeois?

I mean, she did get a pretty good whack to the head, so...

I was gonna say, I’m not surprised

that Marcus would want you to take over,

you know, if he decides to step up.

- Yeah. - I mean, I’m flattered,

but I didn’t come to Saint-Pierre to get a promotion.

- Right. - Well, sometimes,

the people who don’t want to be in charge

are the best people to take over.

Also, I wanted to tell you...

Meredith, uh, got a paternity test done.

-What?

Did you ask for that?

-No.

- And...? - Are you the father?

-Also a no.

-Oh.

How do you feel about that?

-I don’t know.

I guess I just have to see it like, uh...

that chapter of my life is over.

-Well, in a way, you’re free now.

Yeah. I mean, I still have two children

that I kind of have to raise, but, uh...

it’s not quite as demanding as a newborn, so...

yeah, I guess I am.

-The chiropractor is at her clinic.

And she’s making all kinds of demands.

-Patty, what’s going on?

You need to talk to her yourself.

Why am I not allowed in my clinic?

This clinic belongs to Doctor Katrina Bourgeois.

-I’m Katrina Bourgeois.

I’ve never seen this woman before in my life.

You think she killed Billie?

We’re not sure what the situation is yet.

Did you know the victim?

-Billie and I are close friends.

-Tell us again...

why weren’t you at the clinic this morning?

-Billie called and cancelled her appointment,

and then I got an emergency call from another client

for a home visit.

-Is that normal?

- No. - And when I showed up,

he had no idea what I was talking about.

He didn’t book me.

- Right. - We’re gonna need his name

and a list of recent calls on your phone.

-How long were you gone?

He’s on the other end of the island,

so about an hour and a half.

And when I finally got back,

you all had my clinic sealed off,

and Billie was...

-How long have you known Billie?

-Um... since Lycée.

Billie bartered her goods for chiro treatments.

Her mushrooms taste like they’re foraged in Provence.

-What kind of mushrooms?

-Uh, lion’s mane, chanterelles...

All kinds.

I... I don’t get it.

Who would want to hurt Billie? She’s the kindest.

When an aphid infestation wiped out our crops,

we had to burn everything, but she rallied.

She started from scratch. She always found a way.

-We found 10,000 Euro in cash on Billie.

Any idea where she’d get that kind of money?

-Not a clue.

Billie lived and breathed this place,

but we just never had enough.

Right, so maybe she could have borrowed

the money from someone?

-She did give me a nice bonus,

and updated our delivery van.

Have you seen this woman around?

Maybe she gave her the Euros.

- I-I don’t... - I don’t recognize her.

And I don’t really have anything to do with the books.

My main focus is cultivating the plants.

-Do you grow anything illegal here?

On the side.

-No.

What do-- what do you mean?

- Come on, man. - Drugs are a cash business.

You run a hydroponic farm.

-We searched everything in the building.

Nothing.

-Mushrooms like the dark.

Where have you got them hidden?

The only mushrooms that we grow are legal ones,

and they’re in a cargo container out back.

-Forgive us if we don’t take your word for it.

-We’ve-- we’ve got nothing to hide.

-I hope you’re right.

In the meantime, we’ll need you to provide us

with Billie’s financials.

- Yeah. - Yeah, of course.

-Hey, you thought about my offer, Marcus?

You keep saying you got something to share,

but until I know what it is, ain’t nothing to talk about.

I’m tellin’ you, man, you wanna know what I know.

-Whatever, Lou.

Say what you gotta say.

I ain’t gonna tell you nothing, man,

till you give me some assurances.

-Pssht.

Do not move!

Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!

Drop it!

-There are no signs of magic mushrooms

or any other drug operations.

They’re clean.

-We gotta go. Now.

-What happened?

-We were ambushed.

Ça va. Ça va.

Two, maybe three of ’em.

Whoever it was, they were coming for Lou.

- Oh... - Was this some kind of jailbreak?

-Nope.

This was no escape.

This was a hit.

If you were in my shoes,

you’d force me to go to the hospital.

-I’m fine.

A little tase ain’t gonna kill me.

Renuf, you good?

- Yup. - Paramedics cleared me.

Let’s solve these cases.

- Alright, two murders. - Are we seeing a connection?

Well, whoever executed the hit on your van

is obviously highly skilled.

Has training.

Likely ex-military.

-Why would this group who took out Lou

murder a hydroponic farmer?

-Billie’s books from the greenhouse,

they’re in rough shape.

She clearly wasn’t a good bookkeeper, but...

look.

Large amounts of receivables for a place that sells lettuce.

Huge, huge orders of all kinds of organic produce...

But according to their inventory records,

her greenhouse is producing...

maybe ten percent of that.

Sounds like money laundering.

We’re sure the greenhouse doesn’t have

illegal drugs whatsoever?

-Well, if they’re dealing, they’re not dealing drugs,

and not from that property.

-I scoured Billie’s dashcam,

and I’m pretty sure you’ll find this image

particularly interesting.

-All of a sudden, a connection between these two murders

is not so crazy.

We know Lou double-crossed Gallagher.

And here he is with Billie.

- What about this woman? - Any luck getting an ID on her?

-No, not yet.

I’ve uploaded her image to criminal databases

and ports of entry.

Her photo’s out to all our officers, the airport, ferries.

-The delivery van, strip it.

See if we’re missing anything.

-Think it’s time to go knock on Sean Gallagher’s door?

-I am not knocking.

-Hey... hey, hey. What are...

What-- Arch!

Are you okay?

Arch?

The reason I’m on this island...

-I know. I know it was to take Gallagher down.

-Yeah.

My "white whale" turned out to be my actual father.

And some twist of fate has us having to babysit him

for some strange Interpol daycare for criminals.

-I feel like an absolute idiot.

-Arch, you are a lot of things.

You are definitely not an idiot.

Come on, Fitz, seriously.

My judgment is off.

I was starting to get soft on Gallagher.

Actually starting to believe that he might not be all bad.

I even thought...

Like, I thought that

he and I could maybe eventually have a relationship.

-You’ve been through a lot.

This is the creeping thing I was talking about.

This is what it looks like. Trauma is no joke.

-Yeah, I’m seeing that.

- Actually... - Gallagher’s gonna have to wait.

They found something we need to see.

Billie’s delivery van.

Once the drug dogs cleared it,

we started disassembling the van...

These cutouts were behind the interior panels.

From the walls, ceiling, floor.

Looks like they were custom made

to fit all types of firearms.

-For God knows how many guns.

Billie was definitely transporting more than radishes.

Ah! Well, would you look who it is.

Who doesn’t love a little unannounced pop-by visit

from the police.

Thank you, Tiny.

Billie Vannier is dead.

-I am sorry to hear that.

Truly sorry.

We might as well get comfortable, Sean,

because you’re gonna tell us everything you’ve been up to.

For example, we’d like to know

if you had Lou killed.

Why would I have anything to do with Lou?

Don’t be daft.

But it is disheartening to hear

that an innocent young woman has lost her life.

-We figure maybe you had Billie running guns for you,

and that’s what got her killed.

Oh, come on.

-Patty?

No luck on the fake chiropractor

in the usual databases.

But I’m trying to track her through Europol

and the European military directories.

Someone else did catch my attention, though.

I’m emailing you their image... right now.

-Okay, thank you, Patty.

Fitz, it’s him.

-This man is a hired gun.

We’ve met him.

-You hiring someone to kill Lou

doesn’t look so daft now, does it?

-No, I had nothing to do with what befell Lou.

Nothing.

-And her?

Our cops were in the line of fire.

Marcus, Renuf.

-Not on my orders. You have my word.

-Okay, look at it this way.

If this whole thing today is not you...

the only conclusion I can come to is...

- Is...? - Someone is coming for you.

Nailed it!

Someone is coming for you.

In fact, whoever that someone is,

she’s on the property right now,

so I think maybe we should move.

-I’m sorry?

Two of my alarms have been triggered,

and none of my guys are answering comms.

-So, he is working for you.

-In a way, you know.

-No, it’s like a partnership.

Benoit and I go back a ways.

He owes me a few favours.

That’s gunfire!

-How about we talk about this in the garage,

where there are, you know, no windows?

- Yeah. - That sound swell?

-Good idea.

-Partnership...

What kind of partnership?

-It’s complicated.

-Complicated. I bet.

It’s time you tell us

what the hell is going on.

Well, he’s paying me a lot of money to help.

And I mean, like, an enormous amount of money.

- Help him? - The less you know, you know?

This woman, and her mercenary crew,

took out a prison van in the middle of the day.

-Right, you know all about that,

but you expect us to believe

that you had nothing to do with Lou’s death?

-My guys had eyes on her

as soon as she arrived in Saint-Pierre.

I’ve been tracking her movements.

-Yeah, we thought she was here to negotiate with us.

-Ah, but she’s not here for the talking.

- No. - She’s here to kill me.

- Well, and me. - And-- hey, now...

probably you.

-Why would she want Lou dead?

What did you do to make her so angry?

-Uh, folks, the number of bodies out there is climbing,

so I think we need to focus on getting out of here.

-My cell’s got no service. You?

-No, nothing.

She must be using some kind of jammer,

’cause this one’s toast as well.

-No backup.

From the van hit, we know there’s at least three of them.

There’s four of us.

-Yeah, we’re not gonna just go out there

and start shooting people.

We don’t even know who this woman is or what she wants.

-Well, you can do whatever you want, but I’m not staying here

waiting around to get picked off like a sitting duck.

We gotta go now if we wanna get to the car.

-What’s the plan?

Well, my plan is to get Sean and me to safety.

I have no idea what your plan is.

-Well, she goes where we go until we know

we’re in the clear.

We’re gonna bring cops with us.

You really think that’s a smart play, considering...

Oh, my God.

Am I gonna get a weapon or what?

-Oh, God. Tiny!

Whoa!

-Ahh!

God, this totally sucks.

I can’t believe this.

After all the shit I’ve done all these years...

this is my first bullet.

I don’t like it.

You’re gonna be fine.

This is a... a perforating wound.

The bullet has gone clean through you.

-They haven’t breached the house yet. Why?

-Well, they’re likely just out there

killing the rest of my guys. God!

Oh, would you stop bleating like a little baby?

-He needs a hospital.

No.

-We gotta take her out. That’s the only way.

- No, this is absurd. - You know what I can do.

I can help.

-No!

This is messy enough on so many moral and legal levels.

-Oh, man.

-You stay here.

And don’t get killed.

There’s something you’re not telling me about her.

-Just keep your hand firmly on that wound, right?

And shut the heck up.

I’m not dying without my end, Sean.

Trust me.

-You’d trust me, huh?

’Cause I have no intention of either of us dying.

Arch!

Fitz!

-You see anyone else? -No.

Lévesque seemed to think there were three attackers.

-So, one is unaccounted for.

The woman who’s been toying with us all day.

Right, that’ll have to do for now.

We need to get him out of here.

-I was shot. I’m not deaf.

There. Alright, I just hacked into the cell blocker.

We should have service.

Okay, well, if we get them a message,

they’ll be about 15 minutes.

- Great. - We’ll all be dead by then.

- Ever the optimist. - How many did you take out?

-We got two.

-There’s a third one out there somewhere.

She would have clocked the cameras

and is avoiding them.

-Wait, look...

That’s a shadow.

-She hasn’t accounted for the sun.

We need to set a trap.

-Oh...

I’m the bait.

-Stay right where you are.

Hey, stop!

You chase that one, you might not come back.

She was definitely the woman

we believed was the chiropractor.

-Arch winged her pretty good.

She won’t risk going to the hospital.

-I’ve arranged for roadblocks. Her radius will be limited.

-Tell them to proceed with caution.

Yeah, that woman, she’s dangerous as hell.

I had her blood collected and sent for urgent analysis.

It could help ID her.

-That was smart.

And see if we can get an ID on her two goons.

What do we do with him?

He comes with us to the station.

And keep a guard on that one.

What kind of partnership?

They wouldn’t say, but Gallagher and Lévesque,

they have sure pissed somebody off.

-We’re thinking that someone is making a play for Saint-Pierre

and wants Gallagher out.

The organization Diard warned us about.

Billie’s death, Lou’s assassination...

our mercenary is responsible for both.

-Well, based on what you found inside Billie’s delivery van,

it’s about weapons.

Our mercenary used a burner to cancel Billie’s appointment

with the chiropractor.

-So, you couldn’t trace it?

Right, but in order for her to have phone service,

she had to have used a cell booster.

-And that you can trace.

-I found a series of pings.

Within the radius of where she would be.

Renuf and Tactical are closing in.

I’ll send these coordinates.

We gotta dig into how she got her hands on

Lou’s prisoner transfer.

-Also, I can’t figure this out.

When she shot Lévesque,

she had a clear line of fire at me, Gallagher, Arch,

and she didn’t take it. Why?

-Who is this woman? -I think I know.

Forensics used the plasma from her blood sample

to get me a DNA profile.

I cross-referenced it... and found her.

Alice F. Anderson. Piketen .

-Swedish Police. -Tactical unit.

-She’s one of us.

Was.

She received a citation for professional misconduct

and resigned right after.

And so, what now?

She’s gallivanting around Saint-Pierre

as a paid mercenary?

Maybe that’s why she didn’t kill us.

Some kind of messed-up allegiance.

-So, is this whole thing about that conversation you had

with Lou in his garage?

When you blocked us out with the compressor.

-The backer.

You have to give me the name.

Tell me!

Come on, Sean.

You said when we need to know, you’d tell us.

We’ve got dead bodies on our hands.

Your buddy Lévesque, he’s been shot.

Your life is in danger.

You should watch out for Benoit.

He’s a slippery customer.

We need to know what you know, now.

Did Lou give you a name?

-He said it was an outfit from the Balkans.

The organization Interpol is worried about?

You’ve figured out more than I anticipated.

-We know you have a history of weapons smuggling,

and we know all about your shell companies.

Oh, is that so?

Why did you keep that little nugget back from Interpol

and not use it to drive a nail into my coffin?

-We have our reasons.

You fired the first shot.

Lou told you the when and the where.

You intercepted the weapons

that were due to go to the Balkan organization.

Now, hold on now.

No, they took advantage of my convalescence.

They came to my island.

-Right. And what about Billie? -What?

- Did you coerce her? - To be a part of your plan?

No, I didn’t coerce Billie.

She’s a...

she was...

a lot less granola than people liked to think.

You know, she needed the money for her little organic outfit,

and she jumped at the opportunity

to make some coin.

I liked her. I wanted to help her.

This Alice Anderson was surveilling you for days.

Had ample opportunity to take you out.

But she didn’t.

She’s trying to discover the location of the weapons.

-Billie moved them...

somewhere in Miquelon.

Where are they?

We need to get to them before Anderson does.

-Right.

Alright, I will fill you in.

-But...?

-Oh, you’re very smart, Inspector.

Because I do indeed have some stipulations.

Billie was a regular on the ferry,

so no one ever suspected that she was up to anything untoward.

-Miquelon has a smaller, less patrolled port.

Less stringent customs authority.

-Anderson seems to be a step ahead of us.

She’s probably there now, searching for the weapons.

-We need to lock them down before she finds them

and informs her employers.

I will cooperate fully

and lead you there.

But only with the people in this room.

-If Interpol even gets a whiff that he’s withholding info...

Or that he intercepted the weapons...

-He’ll be put on a red notice.

And I would never be able to walk free

wherever they have jurisdiction.

And I’m sure none of you would want that.

I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.

-They’re empty.

There’s no way Anderson got here just before us

to move the weapons.

Well, she must have figured out the location

from tailing Billie.

-Maybe Anderson was a diversion for us back in Saint-Pierre.

-While the organization moved the weapons out.

Either way, our deal is off, Sean.

Interpol’s gotta be looped in.

And I can’t just recklessly allow that many weapons

to leave the port while we still have a chance to seize them.

-Then, well, just leave me out of your takedown, please?

Fine.

But you’ll be in Fitz and Arch’s custody.

Patty, Renuf, you’re with me.

-"You may give them your love, but not your thoughts.

"For they have their own thoughts.

"You may house their bodies, but not their souls,

"for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow...

"which you cannot visit.

"Not even in your dreams.

"You may strive to be like them,

"but seek not to make them like you."

-Kahlil Gibran.

Oh, it’s funny.

What people say around those in a coma.

Don’t seem to give much thought

to what said comatose person might hear...

or understand.

-You know?

-Mm-hm.

Why haven’t you said anything before?

-Because you’re a vulnerability.

If the people coming for him

found out that you were his daughter...

I am not ready to lose another child.

-Everyone out!

Guns on the ground...

Now...

Where have you moved my weapons?

I have been in custody ever since you killed my men.

-You don’t have the guns.

-Are you kidding me?

I thought we had a deal.

So, you let yourself be taken into the station

so you could get intel on Lou’s transfer?

As for you,

I didn’t know you were so...

close with law enforcement.

Well, your business is with me.

So, leave them out of it.

-Oh, I have no intention of hurting them.

Once I finish my assignment,

they’ll never lay eyes on me again.

-Now look, Ms. Anderson,

or may I call you Alice, huh?

See, I know who you work for.

So perhaps we could come to some kind of arrangement, hmm?

Oh, I won’t insult you by offering you twice your fee.

But I would like to have a meeting with your employer.

Well, I think it’s a little late to make a deal.

-Oh, I have tried to play nice.

But your crowd have gone too far.

I have been here for years!

I recognized these little unknown islands

for their special qualities.

And now here you are, and you’ve pitched up

to try and destroy and take down everything I have ever built!

-Easy, Fitz.

-Arch...

Go. I’ve got her.

We got your distress signal.

More backup is on the way.

-I’m gonna follow Arch!

-Gallagher!

-It’s the end of the road for me in Saint-Pierre.

For now, anyways.

-You know I can’t just... let you get away.

Hey! Put it down!

Gallagher...!

You’re not gonna pull that trigger.

-Not on her, maybe.

I’m sorry to say,

I don’t have quite the same qualms with you.

-Escaping was always your plan.

Well, I have no choice.

I gotta go.

Gather my resources and regroup.

Whomever is coming doesn’t care quite so much

about Saint-Pierre and its citizens as I do.

-That’s why you refuse to work with them.

This place would just be a means to an end for them.

And if you had your wits about you,

you’d consider leaving as well.

’Cause I don’t think they’re gonna be quite as polite

to law enforcement as I am.

Now...

I’m gonna leave.

Inspector.

Au revoir , Genevieve.

Au revoir.

So, you had our Miquelon unit monitoring the port

before we even set foot over there?

-You didn’t really think I trusted

Sean Gallagher, did you?

Our officers arrested his men and seized the weapons.

No...

I would have loved to have seen

the look on Sean Gallagher’s face.

-Lévesque must have already been on board the boat.

Kept up his side of the bargain and helped Gallagher escape.

-Where do you think they are now?

The Coast Guard is on the lookout,

but they’re probably long gone by now.

Unfortunately, Arch didn’t see

which direction they sailed off in.

Hm...

-Well, I could use a drink.

-I’ve got you covered. -Alright.

Alright.

-Thank you!

To the best team a chief could ever ask for.

Allez hop !

- Cheers! - Yay!

Oh, how about one more?

-Not for me.

Talk about a full first day for you.

-Yeah.

-I’ll walk you home? -Mm-hm.

-Bonne nuit ! -Night!

♪ But lately I’ve been doin’ better ♪

♪ Than the last four cold Decembers ♪

♪ I recall ♪

-Gallagher’s gone.

-Yeah.

-So, what next?

-I have no idea.

I’ve fallen in love with this place, our team.

-The prospect of becoming chief of police?

-Your boss? -Mm-hm.

-I heard you, by the way.

-Heard me about what?

-Throwing myself into work,

letting it distract me from basically everything.

-Okay...

So, what are you gonna tell the brass if they

offer you the big job?

-Honestly, I have no idea.

But maybe I’ll go to Paris, even for a little while.

-Go home?

It’s a great place to recalibrate,

reflect, ask yourself the tough questions.

-Gallagher and I are more alike than I care to admit.

Strong-willed, determined.

-You’re both very loyal, in a way.

You both have very thick Irish accents.

-Both run huge crime syndicates.

So yeah, I see it, I see it.

Now that you’re not becoming a new dad, I...

I can’t help but think about you and your old partner.

Jenny.

Your dreams of escaping.

Where would you fly off to for some of your own reflection?

Well, in order to answer that question,

I have to ask you a question.

-Of course you do.

Does anyone speak English in Paris?

-I do.

- You do! - Of course, you do.

If you’re gonna be in Par-- you know, I’ve always wanted

to visit the City of Light, so...

♪ Please stay ♪

♪ I want you, I need you, oh, God ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh... ♪

♪ Please stay ♪

♪ These beautiful things that I’ve got ♪

It’s about time you got here.

Alice Anderson’s been dealt with.

Oh, and uh...

I know where the weapons are.