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Not now, Lucy.

Maybe later. Stay.

Now, don't come back. You understand?

[ Chuckles ]

[ Humming ]

[ Birds squawking, chirping ]

Ugh!

[ Birds squawks ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

GAMACHE: [ British accent ] Tell me what you know, Jean-Guy.

JEAN-GUY: No purse, no wallet, no jewelry.

GAMACHE: No signs of a struggle.

No witnesses, either, and no sign of a murder weapon...yet.

We have no wallet. We can't identify --

Her name's Jane Neal. She's a retired schoolteacher.

Local guys say that they haven't had a robbery around here

in years.

So...

...why?

Yep.

Hell of a way to spend Thanksgiving, huh?

I'm sure Madame Neal would agree with you.

Is there an exit wound?

DR. HARRIS: [ Clears throat ]

-Dr. Harris. -Chief Inspector.

I was just wondering if there was an exit wound.

There is.

However...

GAMACHE: Uh...you would expect something more messy, huh?

Yes, you would.

Bullets usually explode out of bodies.

He found the body?

-[ Sighs ] -JEAN-GUY: Yep.

Around 7:30 this morning. He was out for a walk.

-GAMACHE: 7:30? -JEAN-GUY: Yeah.

Uh, Dr. Harris, I wouldn't be able to trouble you for a guess?

Um, five hours, maybe less.

Thank you. I won't hold you to it.

His name's Ben Hadley.

[ Exhales sharply ]

NICHOL: What's his problem?

He found the body three hours ago.

Agent Nichol, meet Inspector Beauvoir.

Maybe Madame Neal meant something to him.

Or maybe he's faking it.

Either way, I want you to go to the S.Q. man,

find out what he's learned from the locals.

Yes, sir.

Where did she come from?

I guess Brébeuf thinks you needed a little help.

[ Indistinct conversations in distance ]

Uh, at first, I-I thought she'd had a heart attack,

but then I saw the blood.

Was anyone with you when you found the body?

No one. I was alone.

JEAN-GUY: Did you hear anything? Voices, a struggle, gunshot?

No, nothing. I just --

I came around the corner and saw Jane lying there.

You knew Madame Neal.

Everybody knows Jane.

She's lived in Three Pines forever.

Taught grade school, best friends with my mother.

We're gonna need to talk to your mother.

You can't. She died last month.

I'm sorry. Of?

Cancer.

Can you think of anyone who'd want to hurt Madame Neal?

No.

She was a-a wonderful woman.

Everyone loved her.

We're gonna need you to stay close to home, Mr. Hadley.

Me?

Am I a suspect?

I'm afraid so.

Because I found the body?

Don't take it personally.

[ Indistinct conversations in distance ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

Just back there.

-Excuse me, Officer. -Yep?

We'd like to know what's going on here.

JEAN-GUY: Your name is, sir?

Uh, my name is Peter Morrow.

I live here.

Thanks, Peter.

[ Conversations continue ]

Good morning, everyone.

I'm Inspector Beauvoir. This is Chief Inspector Gamache.

We are with the Sûreté du Québec, Homicide unit.

As you may know,

a woman's body was found in the forest this morning.

-[ Spectators murmur ] -All I can tell you right now

is that her death may or may not have been accidental

and that her name is Jane Neal.

-WOMAN: Oh! -MAN: No!

[ Crying ] No! No, no.

[ Crying ]

If anyone of you have any information about this,

we would love to speak with you right now.

Thank you.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I'm sorry. Did you know Ms. Neal?

Yes, she and Jane were best friends.

I'm Peter Morrow. This is -- This is my wife, Clara.

I'm so sorry.

Uh...I-I would like to speak to you about Jane at some point,

if I may.

When you're ready.

[ Crying ]

[ Door closes ]

Hi. I'm Gabri.

Chief Inspector Armand Gamache.

I was wondering, do you have somewhere

we could use as a temporary headquarters,

a conference room, perhaps, just for a day?

Of course.

You can use our private dining room, if you wish.

You'll need lunch, too, won't you?

Thank you.

[ Geese squawking ]

Stop sunning yourself and get to work.

-You heard me, Clouseau. -[ Cane bangs ]

I want that murder solved.

My name, Madame, is Gamache, Armand,

Chief Inspector Armand Gamache.

Ah.

Please, don't tell me how to do my job.

And don't ever bang that cane at me again.

[ Birds chirping ]

Your name, Madame?

Ruth Zardo.

The poet.

No, the pole dancer.

"Who hurt you once so far beyond repair

that you would greet each overture with curling lip?"

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

"When were those seeds of anger sown --"

Enough.

[ Chuckles ]

Well...

W-Were you a friend of Madame Neal's?

Astonishing, isn't it?

Worthy of a sainthood, I should say.

Who would want to kill her?

The boys, the gay bashers.

Friday morning, right here, three of them.

Not that they had the guts to bash anyone.

They just threw a lot of duck shit and yelled at us.

Faggots!

-Faggots! -Get out of here!

Damn faggots!

Burn!

-Get out of here! -Eat this!

-Stop! -Yeah, eat this!

-Damn faggots! -Hey! Hey!

-Queers! Queers! -Homos!

Holy shit.

Faggots! Get out of here!

Homos!

RUTH: Jane sees what's going on, and she yells at them to stop.

They start throwing crap at her.

So she calls them out by name, and they stop.

Jane was old-school, but she had authority.

GAMACHE: Do you remember their names?

No.

Did she have any children of her own?

Uh, was she married or --

Almost. Years ago.

Parents objected, and that was that.

Why did they object?

Her boyfriend was a lumberjack.

Well, that just wouldn't do.

The Neal family was management at Hadley Mills,

real social climbers.

So, no relatives.

MAN: Uh, a niece,

uh, a real-estate agent in Saint-Rémi, next town over.

Madame Yolande Fontaine?

Oui. Yes.

What can I do for you?

I'm Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, Homicide.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

We found your Aunt Jane dead this morning.

Where? In the house?

No, actually. I-In the woods nearby.

But we are, unfortunately,

treating her death as suspicious,

so with your permission, I'd like to enter the house,

if that's all right.

No. No, you can't go in there.

Oh. Why?

Because it would be a violation.

My aunt was a very private person.

And besides, it's my house now.

She always said she would leave it to me.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Merci, Monsieur. You're very kind.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Agent Nichol, Isabelle Lacoste.

Pleasure.

JEAN-GUY: Hey.

Need a cause of death on a woman who died here last month,

name of Timmer Hadley, Ben Hadley's mom.

Timmer?

Yeah, T-i-m-m-e-r.

GAMACHE: We also need a search warrant for Jane Neal's house.

JEAN-GUY: Got it.

So, this is roughly the shape of the wound.

Coroner said she found traces of feathers in it.

It's bowhunting season.

Let's just assume that the murder weapon was an arrow.

They don't put feathers on arrows anymore.

They use plastic.

If it was an arrow, then where is it now?

The killer pulled it out.

Yeah, I-I'd expect more tearing around the exit wound.

Um...

JEAN-GUY: Let's say the arrow went straight through the body.

Where would we find it?

Somewhere out in the woods.

Nichol, can you go round us up some rakes, please?

[ Keyboard clacking ]

Can't even get one bar, let alone four.

You're missing the view, Jean-Guy.

Yeah, it's very nice.

It's not gonna get us a search warrant.

I knew something would happen to her.

I just knew it.

I, uh -- I had tea with her Friday morning

after the -- the trouble at the bistro.

She was appalled, absolutely appalled.

I mean, that kind of thing doesn't happen here.

Jane recognized the boys, and she called them out.

Do you remember their names?

Claude Lapierre and Philippe Croft.

You said there were three boys.

She only named two.

Why were you and Jane having tea?

That was the really amazing thing.

Um, Jane had entered a painting

into the Williamsburg art festival.

How's that amazing?

CLARA: Well, Jane had been painting for years,

but she'd never shown her work before,

not even to her closest friends.

She was so nervous

that she waited until the last minute to enter.

We were doing the final judging that afternoon.

And?

The jury wasn't exactly unanimous,

but, uh, in the end, we did decide to accept it...

[ All cheering ]

Cheers.

CLARA: ...which turned our annual Thanksgiving pot luck

into a huge celebration.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

What took you so long, you old bat?

I wasn't sure I was ready.

-RUTH: Why? -[ Laughs ]

Nobody's ever ready for stardom.

[ Laughter ]

What's the painting called?

"Fair Day."

-Hmm. -Ah.

Am I in it?

-[ Laughter ] -No. Seriously.

You're all in it.

Ugh. Uh-oh.

[ Laughter ]

Any special meaning to "Fair Day"?

Peace and love, cats and dogs living together.

[ Laughter ]

You'll figure it out.

CLARA: And then Jane popped the real surprise --

an opening-night party in her living room.

[ Gags ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Laughing ] What?

[ Coughs ]

The living room?

Oh, my God.

I'm not ready for this.

[ Laughter ]

I'll need directions.

-[ Laughter ] -A guide, maybe.

Ah, drama queen.

Queen, yes, but you're the drama, dark and tragic.

-WOMAN: Oh! -[ Laughter ]

Ha!

I might just sneak over and see this painting.

WOMAN: Ah.

Go right ahead. It's at the gallery.

[ Clears throat ] Well, uh, to Jane's living room.

-The living room. -The living room!

MAN: Cheers.

I can't wait.

Well, that was interesting.

I'm sorry. I don't -- I don't get it.

Well, n-none of us had ever seen Jane's living room.

I mean, we'd -- we'd been in her kitchen,

but the -- the rest of the house was...

...a complete mystery.

[ Dog barking in distance ]

-Very strange. -Indeed.

Friday morning, Jane Neal breaks up a hate crime.

Friday afternoon, she reveals herself as an artist.

Friday evening...

She promises to bare her virgin living room for all to see,

and then Sunday morning, she takes an arrow in the chest.

[ Bird squawking ]

PETER: [ Sighs ]

Can I make you some toast or something?

I'm fine.

-Are you sure? -Jesus, Peter.

I know how much Jane meant to you, Clara.

I do. I --

[ Sighs ]

You know, I used to just sit in my studio

and listen to the two of you talk.

You talked about everything --

art, gardens, sex, diet, politics.

And even the really personal stuff.

God and religion, the "What does it all mean?" stuff.

And I don't know if I believe in God or not, Clara,

but -- but I know that you do, and I know that Jane did.

And if you really do believe in God, Clara,

then you have to believe that Jane's in a better place.

[ Sighs ]

I know.

I just miss her.

I know.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Whistles ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

GAMACHE: Mr. Morrow, good morning.

Good morning to you, sir.

Are you staying here at the B&B?

Yeah, we like to keep close to the investigation.

Oh, speaking of which,

we do need a more permanent headquarters.

Can you suggest anything suitable?

Uh, I suppose you could try the old mill.

Ah. Is it empty?

Most of the time, yeah.

We use it for community functions sometimes, but...

Oh. Any other ideas?

I suppose you could try the old schoolhouse.

We're the only ones that use it, so...

-Who's "we"? -Uh, the archery club.

Ben Hadley and I started it when we were kids.

It's been there for years.

-Wow. -This is, like, overkill.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

PETER: Here he comes.

[ Police radio chatter ]

Excuse me. Excuse me, gentlemen.

Is this tape and everything really necessary?

GAMACHE: Yes, I'm afraid so, Mr. Morrow.

Who has the keys?

Oh, um... [ Clears throat ]

There you go.

Thank you, Mr. Hadley.

-Be extra thorough. -You know I will.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

JEAN-GUY: Sir.

GAMACHE: Any news on the Neal house?

Yeah. We can't get in. The niece got an injunction.

How the hell did she get an injunction on a Sunday?

Yolande, she's a real-estate agent.

She knows every lawyer in town.

What have we got on her?

A couple scuzzy real-estate transactions.

Other than that, there's nothing criminal.

Husband, on the other hand -- [ Whistles ]

-She's married? -Yep. André Malenfant.

He's a real charmer.

Assaults, drunk and disorderly, break and enter.

They got a son, too.

Trouble at school, suspected vandalism,

couple run-ins with the local detachment.

But here's the kicker.

Dad got a hunting license this year, a bowhunting license.

I'll see you at the office.

-Good work, Inspector. -Thank you, sir.

GAMACHE: Madame Neal was killed

in what may have been an accident.

Probably not.

Either way, it is a homicide, and in my experience,

we will not be able to solve this case without your help.

It may not always be pleasant.

We'll be asking many of you some quite difficult questions,

some of which you will not want to answer

because you'll find them too personal.

But please do remember that we all want the same thing.

We all want to know why Jane was killed.

MATTHEW: Well, I can tell you guys one thing.

Now, Miss Neal would not have been out in those woods

without Lucy.

She went everywhere with that mutt.

Uh, e-except in hunting season,

when some people think they have a right

to hunt wherever they please.

I know the difference between a dog and a deer.

Uh, you are a hunter, Mr., uh...

Croft. Matthew Croft. Yes, sir, I am a hunter.

A bowhunter?

Yes, sir, compound and recurve.

Sorry.

Well, recurve is your traditional wooden bow.

Uh, Robin Hood.

Ah.

Compound is your modern composite bow.

That would be the one with the bells and the whistles.

Thank you.

Which one would you use to kill somebody with?

Well, I could kill you with either one.

And if you wanted the arrow to go right through the body?

Again, sir, both.

Look, come on up to the house sometime.

I'll show you.

How about this afternoon?

Yeah, anytime.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

[ Clears throat ]

-LACOSTE: Nasty, isn't it? -Yep.

It's called a broadhead.

You need a special arrow for those things?

No, sir.

This one comes off.

And that one goes on.

Hmm.

So, anybody could use it.

Anyone who's a member of the archery club, that's for sure.

Are these the only broadheads you found?

LACOSTE: Yes, sir.

Get them to forensics as soon as possible.

[ Birds chirping ]

So, what's next?

Find us when you get the report.

-Right. -Thanks.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Sighs ]

Agent Nichols says we got a 1:30 with the notary about the will.

Good.

You may hear about this.

She wasn't exactly gentle with him.

Did we find the arrow?

No, not yet.

78 bags of leaves but, uh, no arrow.

And the coroner's report?

Dr. Harris says she'll be here at 5:00 with the preliminary.

We need to find that arrow, Jean-Guy.

That'll tell us who killed Jane Neal

and whether or not it was an accident or a murder.

[ Bell tolling ]

Madame Fontaine is correct.

She is the sole beneficiary

of Madame Neal's last will and testament.

And when was it written?

10 years ago.

There's nothing more recent?

If there was, we would be discussing that one,

not this one.

What if she went to another notary?

She wouldn't have gone to another notary.

Thank you, Mr. Stickley.

[ Sighs ]

Wow. There is a crypt somewhere with a corpse missing.

[ Chuckles ]

Agent Nichol, I want you to find out

if there's a more recent will.

You know how to do that, right?

Yes, sir.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Thank God. Civilization.

-[ Cellphone beeps ] -Hello?

Oh.

[ Both chuckle ]

I can see why Jane was reluctant to enter the competition.

Oh, these aren't the competition pieces.

That's next Thursday.

But, I, uh, miss Jane, so...

We used to come here and smell the art

whenever we felt blue, so...

It -- It does have a smell, really.

The -- The oil paints, the canvas.

Even the mineral spirits used to cheer us up.

Sir, that was Lacoste.

Apparently, Timmer Hadley died of natural causes,

in this case, cancer.

What do you think about Timmer Hadley's death?

Me? What -- What do I think?

Mm.

I was surprised.

I mean, she'd been stable for weeks.

Sure, she was weak,

but the morphine drip was controlling the pain.

What happened the day she died?

Ruth gave Timmer lunch and a sponge bath,

and then Timmer told her to go watch the parade.

It was Fair Day.

When Ruth came back, Timmer was gone.

She left a dying woman alone?

CLARA: Oh, we all did that.

I mean, we -- we would make sure she was comfortable

and then run errands for her.

Was there an autopsy?

She had three kinds of cancer.

The doctors didn't think it was necessary.

Still, it's a small village.

Two elderly ladies dying within one month?

One with a hole in her arm.

The other with a hole in her heart.

Ohh.

Agent Nichol, could I speak with you in private, please?

[ Sighs ]

Is Jane Neal's painting here?

Uh, yes, of course. It's in the back.

GAMACHE: And it's called?

CLARA: "Fair Day."

And it was painted?

The day Timmer died.

You think there's a connection

between the two deaths, don't you?

I don't know. I --

I don't know.

You take the lead on this one, Inspector.

Yes, sir.

You take notes, Agent Nichol. Understood?

Is that understood, Agent Nichol?

Yes, sir.

[ Horse whinnies ]

Look, sorry to hurry you guys up here,

but, uh, I got some stuff I got to do.

Mr. Croft, do you use these for hunting?

MATTHEW: Yeah.

Not broadheads.

[ Dog barking in distance ]

No.

[ Door opens ]

Inspector.

JEAN-GUY: Yeah, I'll give it a whirl.

I've been dying to try.

[ Horse whinnies ]

Here.

All right.

I just, uh...

-MATTHEW: You want to -- Yeah. -JEAN-GUY: Underneath?

-You want to notch it, yeah. -Okay.

Bull's-eye.

-Ugh! -[ Bow clatters ]

-GAMACHE: Hey. You okay? -Aah!

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Sighs ]

Is that your bow, Madame?

No, no, it -- Hers is --

Where is her bow?

Yeah. Where's your son, Philippe?

He's out.

Out where? The bistro?

He had nothing to do with the bistro.

No?

You know what? Why don't you get the hell off my property?

[ Gasps ]

Madame, we need to search your house,

and we need to speak to your son.

We can either do it here or at the station, your choice.

[ Horse whinnies ]

Inside.

[ Muffled music playing ]

Let's start with the basement.

Watch your head.

JEAN-GUY: Sir?

MATTHEW: It was my old man's.

I don't use it.

GAMACHE: There's only five arrows here.

So?

This quiver holds six.

NICHOL: Look at this -- a chopped-up bow.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

GAMACHE: Hey.

There you go. Now, that's a deadly weapon.

LACOSTE: Chief Inspector!

Looks like someone tried to burn these.

They're Philippe's clothes.

Bloodstain.

Make sure the lab gets a rush on these

and the bow and the broadhead.

-Yes, sir. -Good work, Lacoste.

Aren't we taking him in?

-Philippe? -Yeah.

Oh, let him think about it for a while.

He's not going anywhere.

[ Birds chirping ]

If Mr. Croft knew the murder weapon was in the basement,

why did he invite us over?

LACOSTE: He thought they were safe.

He burned the murder weapon.

JEAN-GUY: But not the bow or the bloodstained clothes.

Why the big change in attitude

between the church hall this morning

and the archery lesson this afternoon?

Suzanne.

If Suzanne did it, the bow, the arrows,

the clothes would be long gone by now.

Philippe did it.

Philippe?

He's mad about the bistro.

He wants to scare her, so he grabs the little bow

because he's not strong enough for the big one.

He screws up.

He kills the old lady, maybe by accident.

In any case, he panics.

He runs home, hides the evidence.

How does Suzanne fit into all this?

She finds the arrow.

Maybe there's blood on it.

Or maybe Philippe feels guilty, goes crying to mom.

She can't stand the idea of her baby going to jail,

so she burns the arrow, doesn't tell her husband.

He screws it up when he invites us over to play Robin Hood.

So now she's got to tell him and get him in on the cover-up.

Well, let's see if the lab results support your theory.

[ Birds chirping ]

CLARA: Ugh. The Hadley house scares me.

Can we take a different route?

[ Sighs ] It's just a house, Clara.

-[ Dog snarling ] -No!

No, Lucy, no, you -- Do something.

Just looking for snakes, probably.

-God. -Oh, there's one right there.

Oh! Come on.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Lucy, come here.

Okay. You're okay.

No, Lucy, no.

You stay away.

[ Sighs ]

-What? -You know what.

Oh, there are no snakes, okay? I was kidding.

I'm sorry.

They all left town years ago.

Oh, that's hilarious.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Hey, Dr. Harris. How are you?

-Very well. And you? -GAMACHE: Good. Thank you.

What can I get you, Shannon?

Um, I'll have what he's having.

A virgin rum and Coke it is.

You know this place? Are you a regular?

I'm an occasional.

My family has a place down the road.

Strange little village, huh?

[ Chuckles ] Three Pines? Yes, it is.

Very hard to find, but those who need it do --

poets, painters, drop-out shrinks, gay innkeepers.

The Hadleys. What can you tell me about the Hadleys?

Um, they're old money, lumber money -- Hadley Mills.

They shut down the mill in the '80s,

and Timmer inherited all the money.

And if you ask Ben,

he's got some terrible stories about his mother.

She, um, never let him have a girlfriend, a job,

forced him to go to a boarding school he absolutely hated.

And he even says she put snakes in the basement

to keep him and his pals out.

[ Chuckles ]

You seem to know Ben quite well.

Do you know, was he with his mother on the day she died?

No. In fact, he was in Ottawa

buying some antiques for Olivier.

I know because I picked up a side table he brought back.

Ah, so, Jane Neal...

Yes. One arrow.

An expert shot, if you ask me.

Right. Not an accident.

No. Bowhunters don't have accidents.

They need to be too close, too precise.

[ Chuckles ]

And by the looks of it, you are way ahead of me.

Yes, thank you for coming.

-Very helpful. -Goodbye.

Oh.

[ Sighs ]

[ Scoffs ]

[ Footsteps ]

Clara?

[ Birds chirping ]

Oh.

[ Bird squawking ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Humming ]

[ Creaking ]

[ Resumes humming ]

[ Creaking ]

[ Resumes humming ]

GAMACHE: Clara.

Clara.

[ Chuckles ]

Hi. [ Laughs ]

The deer blind.

Wow.

I'd forgotten about this.

Please sit down.

Please.

Okay.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You been up here before?

Oh, years ago, with Peter.

He said that, um, Matthew's father built it.

Oh, you get such a great view from up here.

Sorry.

I'm fine.

[ Stammers ]

That's a deer trail, right?

CLARA: Yeah.

GAMACHE: Only the locals would know about that, eh?

I guess.

Ah.

[ Inhales sharply ]

Was Jane shot from up here?

No.

The angle of entry would be all wrong.

-Oh, thanks. -Pleasure.

[ Glasses clink ]

Can I ask a rude question?

You may get a rude answer.

How does a man with a name like Armand Gamache

end up with such a "by Jove" accent?

Well, I was educated right through in England.

Um, hence the rather curious accent.

[ Chuckles ]

I studied at Christ Church Cambridge, studying history.

Not criminology?

I didn't even know it existed.

[ Both laugh ]

Oh, there's Peter and Ben.

Well, should we go?

They're fine where they are.

They're very close, aren't they?

-Best friends since childhood. -Mm.

Peter spent most of his youth protecting Ben from bullies,

including his mother.

You didn't like Timmer, did you?

What kind of a woman puts snakes in the basement

to scare her child?

Jane liked her.

CLARA: Jane liked everyone.

Not Yolande.

What happened there?

I'm not sure.

Something about the family house years ago.

Which is too bad

because they were very close when Yolande was little.

They used to spend weekends and holidays together.

Uh, anyway, I should go.

Um, I have dinner guests.

But thank you so much for the beer.

Adieu.

CLARA: Oh, you should have seen him up there

shaking like a leaf,

this big, tough cop scared silly every time I moved.

He saw something -- a deer trail.

Mm. That's what you see in deer blinds.

You could actually see the wheels turning, you know,

-trying to figure it all out. -Clara --

Do you know that he went to Cambridge?

Why didn't you take me with you?

There's a murderer out there, Clara.

Why didn't you ask me to come with you?

I -- It never even dawned on me.

No. No, of course it didn't,

because you don't think about consequences, do you,

or that there's people out there that actually worry about you.

No, no, why do that when it's much more fun

to be up in your little tree house

with your attractively flawed hero,

solving the case, isn't it?

It never dawned on me because your door is always shut

so you can paint tiny little pinfeathers on a duck's ass.

[ Knife clatters ]

[ Laughter in distance ]

-Knock, knock! -Hi, lovelies!

-Whoops. -Uh, what, trouble in paradise?

[ Light laughter ]

RUTH: Ah. [ Chuckles ]

Peter, don't spoil dinner.

[ Sighs heavily ]

Merci beaucoup.

You know, you did good work today.

Thank you.

I particularly liked the way you picked your way through

to Philippe.

Interesting. Very clever.

I have to ask, though,

why were you so rude and arrogant at the art gallery?

I wasn't arrogant.

It's true. That's how they died.

Yvette, do you ever feel...lost?

When people are speaking

of that which you don't quite understand.

Something's going on.

Everybody knows what it is but you.

I think you do feel like that sometimes.

Do you know why?

It's because you look, but you don't see.

You listen, but you don't hear.

I know I've said it before.

You know, I had a boss.

He used to say there were three keys to wisdom --

"I'm sorry," "I need help," and "I don't know."

But I think there's a fourth --

being able to say, "I was wrong."

I wasn't wrong.

I solved the damn case.

Everybody says so.

[ Sighs ]

[ Birds chirping ]

Agent Nichol, did you find a more recent will?

No, sir. The current one's the latest.

Chief Inspector, the lab report from the Croft house.

[ Birds chirping ]

What's that?

[ Footsteps approaching ]

-Philippe! -Wait.

Oh.

[ Tires screech ]

JEAN-GUY: Philippe!

Philippe!

God damn it!

Don't do this! Philippe!

[ Dog barking in distance ]

Philippe!

[ Breathing heavily ]

JEAN-GUY: Come on, Philippe!

Ah!

It's over, buddy.

It's over.

PHILIPPE: [ Breathing heavily ]

JEAN-GUY: It's gonna be all right.

SUZANNE: [ Crying ] He's just -- He's just a boy.

MATTHEW: It's okay.

Philippe, you keep your mouth shut.

You hear? You don't say a word.

You hear me? You keep your mouth shut.

I want a lawyer.

Mr. Croft, this is Claude Guimette.

He's from the Office of the Provincial Guardian.

I don't care who he is. He's not coming in my house!

No, I don't work for the police, Mr. Croft.

I represent your son. Hmm? You understand.

[ Card rustles ]

GAMACHE: He has to be present

at every conversation we have with your son.

It's the law.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

I didn't do it. I swear I didn't.

Philippe, listen.

The lab has found Madame Neal's blood on your clothes

and on the bow that your mother tried to burn.

The arrowhead I found downstairs in the furnace

exactly matches the wound in Madame Neal's chest.

I won't be in the way.

I'll just be outside in the hall.

They won't be long, Madame Croft.

[ Voice breaking ] Matthew.

[ Sniffles ]

I'mnot the hunter. My father is.

I only help him clean up.

Philippe.

Think about what you're saying.

It's true.

When he came home, he gave me the bow and told me to clean it.

That's how I got blood on me.

I noticed there was no deer in the truck,

and...he looked kind of weird,

so I figured he'd shot somebody.

-Pull up that sleeve. -Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

-Did your father do that? -That's from a bowstring.

Inspector Beauvoir's is exactly the same.

GUIMETTE: Did he?

Okay, you're gonna have to leave, okay? Come on.

Did your father do that?

Now, Mr. Croft, your son -- your son has said that you did it.

That you forced him to clean up afterwards.

Guimette saw the bruises on his arm, assumed that you...

SUZANNE: [ Crying ] My God.

It's true. I did it.

Mr. Croft, don't do this.

I did it. I killed her.

[ Sobbing ] Matthew, don't.

MATTHEW: It was an accident.

But I killed her.

No, don't.

[ Sobbing ]

JEAN-GUY: Let's go.

If you're looking to protect your son, Mr. Croft,

this is not the way to do it.

Watch your head.

[ Engine turns over ]

[ Whimpering ]

[ Indistinct conversations in distance ]

Sir.

Why didn't you get rid of the evidence?

Hmm? Why'd you bring it home?

Now, Philippe had blood all over him.

Suzanne tried to burn the bow.

I tried to burn the bow.

I burnt the arrow, didn't I?

JEAN-GUY: I don't know that.

I do know that Suzanne and Philippe handled the bow.

I can prove that.

Leave my family out of it.

We can't.

I know you didn't try and beat Philippe.

He -- The bruise on his arm is from the bowstring.

Which just goes to prove that he's not an expert archer.

This will be a long and humiliating trial.

Not if I plead guilty, it won't.

[ Door opens ]

[ Footsteps departing ]

I don't get it.

That's because you don't have kids.

Hey.

I'm Brigette Cohen, Crown prosecutor assigned to this one.

Enchanté.

So, if I got it right,

the one with all the evidence against him won't admit it.

-JEAN-GUY: That's Philippe. -BRIGETTE: Hm.

And the one with no evidence against him --

that's the father -- he won't stop confessing.

Correct.

What's the problem?

I think laying charges against Matthew Croft

would be a big mistake.

And you?

She asked you a question.

Matthew's the only guy in that family

who's capable of making the shot that killed Jane Neal.

If you buy Philippe's story

about how he got the bloodstains on him,

the rest of the evidence fits Matthew

as well as it fits Philippe.

Look, we have a confession on the table.

We have to lay charges.

We can drop them or stay them if we get new evidence.

But if we let a guy walk away

after he claims he killed a 76-year-old woman,

I don't know about you guys,

but I don't want to have that conversation with my boss.

So, you'll let me know how it all works out?

Yeah.

Go ahead.

[ Clears throat ]

Sorry about that, sir.

You gave an honest answer.

That's all I've ever asked of you.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Sniffs ]

Damn it.

[ Telephone ringing ]

Hello?

GAMACHE: Superintendent Brébeuf.

-Oui. -GAMACHE: Michel, it's Armand.

Ah. Armand, comment vas-tu?

GAMACHE: I have a problem.

I'll e-mail you the details later,

but here's the short version.

I-I-I have a confession, but I don't believe it.

Crown prosecutor wants me to arrest the man.

And here's the thing, Michel -- I won't do it.

Why not?

Well, he's not guilty.

BREBEUF: But, Armand, he confessed.

He's trying to protect his son,

who, by the way, I don't think is guilty, either, sir.

Look, Armand, you have no choice, all right?

He confessed to murder, and the Crown wants to press charges.

So, unless this man is the local wing nut

who confesses to everything, you have to arrest him.

Well, I won't do it, Michel.

[ Sighs ]

Armand, we do not get to choose which laws we enforce

and which ones we do not, huh?

[ Sighs ]

Okay. I'll make it easy on you.

I order you to arrest the man

who confessed to the murder of Jean Neal, okay?

Well, I won't obey that order, sir.

Then you're suspended, effectively immediately.

If Beauvoir is there, put him on now.

[ Silverware clinking ]

[ Door opens ]

Yeah?

Hello?

Yes, sir.

I don't understand.

I really don't understand.

He ordered me to confiscate your badge and gun.

I hope you know what you're doing, sir.

[ Laughter ]

That's a good memory. Thanks, Olivier.

So, as we close this memorial service,

let us join together in the singing of Jane's favorite hymn.

WOMAN: Aww.

[ Organ playing ]

♪ What do we do with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What do we do with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What do we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning? ♪

♪ Way, hey, and up she rises ♪

♪ Way, hey, and up she rises ♪

♪ Way, hey, and up she rises early in the morning ♪

♪ What do we do with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What do we do with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What do we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning? ♪

GABRI: We love, you Jane!

[ Applause ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Aren't you supposed to be on holiday?

Go play some golf.

Are you all packed up?

Just about.

Any news from H.Q.?

No. They seem to be ignoring me.

Is that a good or bad thing?

Damned if I know. [ Chuckles ]

Thank you so much for coming to the memorial.

-Ah. -Oh.

Um...are you okay?

'Cause I heard you've been, you know...

No, no, no, no, I'm fine.

Well, I was until I discovered that Gabri is a priest.

He's not. He just likes to dress up.

No, no, the -- the priest only shows up once a month,

and he didn't really know Jane, so...

And the "Drunken Sailor"?

It's the only song Jane knew and the only song she ever taught.

Even the Christmas carols were sung to that one.

[ Both laugh ]

How's your new neighbor?

Yolande?

Um, she can't move in until the will is probated.

-Oh. -The notary won't let her.

That sounds like Maître Stickley.

Yep.

Stickley?

Stickley didn't do Jane's will.

It was the -- the -- the pregnant one

from the exercise class, Solange somebody.

Jane redid her will last year.

We're getting ready to start the ritual, okay?

Okay. Coming.

I'll get someone on that.

[ Birds chirping ]

You don't live at Hadley House, do you?

I hate the place. [ Scoffs ]

Too many bad memories.

How long have you been in love with Clara?

Art school, I guess.

That's when we all met.

I didn't pay much attention at first, but Peter did.

By the time I realized how special she was,

it was too late.

Is it really that obvious?

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ] Oh, Jane.

Oh, my God.

It's just there.

[ Grunts ] Broadhead.

Real feathers.

MATTHEW: I don't care how many arrows you find.

I killed her.

This arrow we found in the quiver in your basement.

Now look.

Look closely.

Yeah, it's one of mine.

Which we found embedded in a tree 20 feet above

and 30 feet past where Jean Neal's body was found.

Your arrow did not kill Miss Neal.

JEAN-GUY: Which means that the arrow your wife burned,

that wasn't your arrow.

GAMACHE: So, why did she react so badly in the church hall

when you invited us over for an archery lesson?

Because she had just found the bloody clothes that morning.

She made Philippe tell her what happened.

He said he was just out hunting squirrels

and he missed the shot.

So he goes looking for the arrow.

He found Jane.

He thought he'd killed her.

Suzanne didn't believe him, so he showed her the bloody arrow.

And now she panics

and threw it in the furnace, burned it up.

You know the stupid thing?

If I'd seen the arrow before she burned it up,

I'd have known it wasn't one of mine.

So, your son, he doesn't scream,

doesn't yell, doesn't go for help?

Instead, he just goes to look for his arrow.

Yeah.

You know what the first thing I taught him about bowhunting was?

You find your arrow.

They're so expensive.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

How did you know?

I didn't, but two things bothered me about it.

The way Matthew's attitude changed

between the meeting at the church and our visit, right?

For one.

The other was that Agent Nichol made it all sound so logical,

and as you know, murder is rarely logical.

Wait.

[ Clicking ]

Should you check with Brébeuf first?

You're back or I'm gone.

[ Brakes squeal ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

Should I wait? You might need backup.

[ Scoffs ]

Thanks.

Hi.

I thought the case was closed.

JEAN-GUY: Mind if I come in?

Thank you.

Been a couple developments. I just wanted --

André Malenfant, that's a nice bow.

Going hunting?

I thought you caught the killer.

Yeah.

Turns out it was the wrong guy.

Where were you on Thanksgiving Sunday?

Giving thanks with my wife and son.

[ Scoffs ]

And don't try and hang it on us

because you screwed up with Croft.

JEAN-GUY: Here's a warrant to search your aunt's place.

What?

You can't. H-He can't.

[ Brakes squeal ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

Honestly.

Madame, you can't go in there.

Uh, this is my house, my family's house.

We have a search warrant.

[ Scoffs ] Bitch, let me in.

Oh. That looks an awful lot like assaulting a police officer.

GAMACHE: She could lose her real-estate license for that.

Madame, the key.

[ Keys jingling ]

[ Door creaks ]

[ Lock clicks ]

[ Door creaks ]

[ Sighs ]

Let's see this mysterious living room.

[ Sighs ]

[ Birds chirping ]

JEAN-GUY: Lacoste.

I want the Neal house sealed off completely.

No one gets in or out without my say-so, okay?

Agent Nichol.

There is another will, a newer one.

There can't be. I checked.

With who?

The guy at headquarters.

Which guy?

I don't know, but I told him to look,

and he said there was nothing.

[ Birds chirping ]

SOLANGE: The principle beneficiary

of Madame Neal's estate is Clara Morrow.

She leaves the house to Clara

and whatever remains of the estate

after all taxes and fees have been paid.

She also leaves her books to Myrna Landers

and her car to Ruth Zardo.

[ Laughter ]

And everyone in the pot-luck circle --

Uh, that's a technical term from notary school.

[ Laughter ]

Everyone in the pot-luck circle

is invited to choose one item from the house as a souvenir.

What's the old biddy worth?

SOLANGE: After taxes and fees,

I would estimate the estate to be worth $250,000.

Give or take.

[ Laughter ]

[ Voice breaking ] I don't want the money. I want Jane.

So, when can we get into the house?

Not till we finish the search. Shouldn't be long.

But unofficially, I would like you both

to come and see something, all right?

So, why keep this room hidden?

-This doesn't look like Jane. -Well, how do we know?

We've never been allowed in here before.

Please.

CLARA: Well...

Yeah, the -- the furniture looks like hers, but...

Hmm.

So, what doesn't look like Jane's?

Yolande.

Yolande was over here the other day

with a stepladder and some buckets.

Wallpaper.

Looks like she was in a hurry.

Oh, my God.

Jane.

She painted the living room.

She painted the entire freakin' living room.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, um, do you think you could work any slower?

[ Laughs ] Haste makes waste, lady.

[ Chuckling ] Hey!

[ Cane bangs ]

[ Gasps ] I'm with Yolande.

Whatever this is, cover it up.

Come here.

Tell me you don't love this.

My first day of school here, Three Pines.

I was the new kid.

Jane made a point of coming over

and giving me a big kiss on the cheek.

I was a grumpy old bitch even then.

-[ Laughs ] -Ah.

Oh, Jane.

[ Bird squawking ]

Chief Inspector?

There's a light on in Jane's house.

[ Door closes ]

JEAN-GUY: Stay here. Call for backup.

I saw it first!

I don't know why you're doing it in the middle of the night.

-JEAN-GUY: Police! Don't move! -CLARA: Oh, my God!

[ Breathing heavily ]

I saw a light.

Everybody said I was too slow,

so I thought I'd try to get caught up.

Next time, just tell somebody.

Shall we?

Yeah.

BEN: I'd like to stay, if you don't mind.

CLARA: Do you need some help?

I'm fine. Go home to Peter.

You almost got us shot.

-See you tomorrow. -Yep.

[ Door closes ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Mid-tempo jazz music playing ]

MAN: I want one of those, sweetheart, please.

WOMAN: No, I-I think we should buy that one.

RUTH: Aww. Ooh! [ Laughs ]

Here I am! See?

[ Both laugh ]

[ Gasps ] Oh. Here's Timmer.

Ah.

Thank God. I thought they'd never get it.

BEN: Get what?

CLARA: The message. Remember?

Jane talked about it at Thanksgiving.

Really? I-I don't remember.

Jane painted this for Timmer.

See, everybody in this painting meant something to your mother.

NICHOL: She didn't paint this for her.

Look, there's Yolande.

She meant nothing to Timmer.

Why would she be in it if the painting was for Timmer?

[ Woman gasps ]

-Go home now. -No. Why?

Go home.

[ Conversations continue ]

[ Gasps ] Oh.

[ Gasps ] Ah!

-[ Laughs ] -OLIVIER: Oh, my God.

Oh, you have to see this over here.

-No. -Yeah.

[ Laughs ]

Wow.

-[ Laughs ] -Oh.

[ Laughs ]

Olivier.

Clara, I just want to apologize for Agent Nichol. Uh --

Forget it. I really don't care.

Hey! There's Ben.

There's Peter, too.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Oh, my God.

It's not her.

[ Laughs ]

It's not her.

It's not her.

That's not Yolande.

Okay, look, look, look. [ Grunts ]

It's fine, fine. [ Grunting ]

Okay, that Yolande is mean and cunning.

This one's just vague.

She has no character to her at all.

And the brush strokes are different. You see?

Up and down there, side to side there.

And the paints are different.

I mean, cadmium yellow for Yolande's hair here,

ochre on the wall.

And -- Ben, is that a rag mark?

Like someone used mineral spirits.

To do what?

Erase something, whatever was there before.

I don't know. [ Sighs ]

I can't say for sure.

Well, could we remove the face, the new face,

lift the paint off, and find out what was originally there?

It depends how -- It depends how hard she scrubbed.

You think it's a woman.

Why?

Well, people tend to paint what they know best,

and the face they know best is the face in the mirror.

You remember when we first saw the painting?

It had that -- you know, that complete feeling.

But now it doesn't.

And I couldn't figure out what had changed. Look at it.

[ People murmuring ]

Thank God for Agent Nichol.

She made me so mad,

I finally looked hard enough to figure it out.

She pissed me off a lot. [ Chuckles ]

Yeah. I'm sorry about that.

So, who had access to the painting

between Friday afternoon and Monday morning?

Maybe it was the caretaker.

[ Light laughter ]

He's got the gallery to himself all night.

You know, he would put chlorine on it, though.

He puts too much chlorine on everything.

[ Laughter ]

What about the festival jury?

PETER: Why? No.

Why? Even if you hated it, why only change one thing?

Well, maybe that one thing changes the message of that.

I don't know.

I give up.

Too much heavy thinking for me.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

With your permission?

Ah. Yes, thank you for your help, Ben.

-WOMAN: Night, Ben. -BEN: Night, everyone.

-Good night, Ben. -Night, Ben.

Yeah, me too. Yeah. Good night.

-Good night. -Good night.

Night, honey. I'll be up soon.

-[ Sighs ] -Ah.

Ah.

Oh.

Very nice.

-Thank you. [ Chuckles ] -Reinforcements.

-Thank you very much. -Mmm.

I, um -- [ Clears throat ]

I think I left my purse at Jane's.

PETER: Well, there's a storm brewing.

You know, get it tomorrow.

It's fine. I won't be long.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

WOMAN: Shall we stay for one more?

MAN: Ah. What do you think?

Well, she has seen something in this painting.

Yolande?

No, no, no, something new,

something she hasn't seen before.

[ Sighs ]

Maybe someone else got rubbed out.

Ben.

Ben had access to the painting all weekend, didn't he?

Yeah.

NICHOL: [ Slurring ] It's not Ben.

Can't be Ben.

It's not about the money, never about the money.

It's obvious.

Peter Morrow done it.

Who's got Gamache wrapped around her finger? Clara.

Who's she covering for? Peter.

Who knew she got everything in the new will

but didn't tell Gamache? Clara.

Then wait till Gamache is gone,

contest the will, hide the motive.

I could go on and on and on, but the great god Gamache

doesn't like it when I cut through the crap.

[ Footsteps departing ]

I'm gonna turn in.

-Night. -Good night.

[ Crickets chirping ]

You're not in the painting.

[ Sighs ]

[ Gasps ] Oh, mais voyons.

It's what she didn't see.

Jean-Guy!

Why aren't you in the painting?

Why did you say it was a woman who fixed the painting?

[ Chuckles ]

You knew it was me.

Ben.

[ Chuckles ]

You killed Jane?

[ Voice breaking ] Wh-Why?

You killed -- You killed your mother?

[ Exhales heavily ]

Wouldn't you?

[ Knock on door ]

GAMACHE: Is Clara here?

No. Why?

CLARA: [ Grunting ]

[ Thunder crashing ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Whimpering ]

[ Groans ]

Mnh!

Help me!

[ Crying ] Somebody, help me!

BEN: Scream all you want, my darling.

It won't keep the snakes away.

[ Laughs evilly ]

CLARA: [ Crying ]

Please.

Gamache thinks I'm in love with you.

[ Laughs evilly ]

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Smooching ]

[ Laughs evilly ]

-[ Smooching ] -[ Crying ] No.

[ Imitating snake rattling ]

[ Laughs evilly ]

[ Sobbing ]

[ Thunder crashing ]

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

[ Chuckles ] Please.

These stairs are so rotten.

Mother should have had this fixed years ago,

but she was too cheap.

[ Banging ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Too bad...Clara fell down the stairs and smashed her head.

[ Sawing ]

I'm not a mean man, Clara.

This -- [ Laughs evilly ]

This really doesn't count.

[ Laughs evilly ]

[ Sawing ]

JEAN-GUY: No sign of her.

There are fresh boot marks in the kitchen.

The Hadley House.

Oh, God.

[ Sawing ]

Clara.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Clatter ]

[ Singsong voice ] Clara.

[ Thunder crashing ]

Clara.

Don't piss me off, Clara.

[ Breathing heavily ]

BEN: I smell snakes, Clara.

[ Imitating snake hissing ]

[ Thunder crashing ]

[ Whimpers, gasps ]

BEN: Clara.

[ Laughs evilly ]

[ Thunder rumbling ]

-[ Rat trap snaps ] -Ah! Aah!

Ohh, God!

[ Screaming ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

I've got you.

Ugh!

PETER: Clara!

Clara!

Not the stairs! Not the stairs!

JEAN-GUY: Stay down!

It's all right! It's all right!

CLARA: [ Sobbing ]

Shh.

It's okay. I've got you.

[ Handcuffs clicking ]

Okay. Okay.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Bird squawks ]

I never suspected him, Clara, not for a second.

Why would you? He's -- He was your best friend.

He tried to kill you.

Look, he fooled all of us.

A-All those stories he told about Timmer,

all that crap about s-snakes in the basement.

Jane's the only one who saw the darkness.

Are you sure you wouldn't rather do this alone?

-I can meet you later -- -No, no, no, no.

I want you to meet everybody.

This is Clara and Peter. This is my wife, Reine-Marie.

Hello. Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Hi. Yeah, you too.

Armand told me so much about Three Pines.

I had to see it for myself.

Oh. Yeah, that'd be a surprise if he had anything nice to say

after we almost got him killed the other night.

[ Door opens ]

Ladies and gentlemen, brunch is served.

[ Silverware clinking ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

GABRI: [ Clears throat ] I'm sorry.

Uh, Chief Inspector... how did you figure it out?

Ask Clara.

She figured it out before I did.

CLARA: Ah.

Go ahead. Tell them.

Ben wasn't in the painting.

Everyone else was, but not Ben.

And if "Fair Day" was painted for Timmer,

then why would Jane leave him out?

'Cause Ben was in Ottawa on Fair Day, buying antiques for me.

He shouldn't have been in the painting.

That's what Ben thought, too.

He thought it had blown his alibi.

But he didn't spend the whole day in Ottawa.

GAMACHE: No.

No, he -- he came back early because he knew that you, Ruth,

were watching the parade...

leaving Timmer alone.

That's why Ben kept telling me

Timmer wanted me to go to the parade.

Bastard!

We all went to the parade, all of us.

Ben knew we would.

So he snuck in by the back road and he went into the house

and turned up the morphine, and none of us had a clue.

It wasn't your fault.

Ben did this, not you.

And it was his guilt that brought him down.

How?

He took the painting too literally.

He thought it was all about that one day at Three Pines.

In fact, it was about Timmer's life in Three Pines.

It made perfect sense

to have him standing next to his best friend.

But he thought Jane was accusing him.

Do you think she was?

You never know.

But Ben couldn't take the chance.

He had to erase himself from the painting

and prevent Jane from seeing what he'd done.

If he hadn't altered the painting,

he would have got away with murder.

[ Birds chirping ]

Let's go.

[ Vehicle approaching ]

[ Engine shuts off, car doors opening ]

Oh, uh, just a moment.

Chief Inspector...thank you.

I enjoyed the experience.

I wasn't drunk the other night. I was just tired.

Never her fault, is it?

-Hey. -Yeah?

[ Car door closes ]

Thank you, Jean-Guy, for everything.

Ah, no.

You know, you didn't let me down.

You never have.

Thank you, sir.

Have a good weekend.

[ The Express and Company's "Out by the Trees" plays ]

GAMACHE: Now come with me. I'm gonna show you

this room that Jane painted, the big mystery.

♪ All my family, they sing harmony ♪

♪ All my family, they sing harmony ♪

♪ They sing harmony out by the trees ♪