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- What did he just say?
- Not important.

It sounded like
he said he was a podiatrist.

It's a gut wound.

Worst case, you'll bleed out, okay?

And that takes up forever.

Besides,

I can cauterize the wound
before that would happen.

No, do not let her.

No cauterizing.

Ahh!

Oh, shouldn't I be airlifted
to like a bigger hospital

or something?

What did you just say?

There's still a guillotine
on the island.

So, I told him, if he lets you die,

I'll use it to chop his little dinky.

In a bizarre turn of events...

- Easy, easy!
- Back off!

Newfoundland and Labrador premier

Robert O'Brien was arrested today

outside of a local school.

Onlookers and parents captured footage

of the arrest that has now gone viral.

Watch your head.

I said back off!

The arresting officer was
Inspector Donald Fitzpatrick

of the Royal Newfoundland Constabulary.

Worth noting the personal
vendetta between these two men.

Premier O'Brien is currently
in a personal relationship

with Inspector Fitzpatrick's ex-wife.

Hello?

Can you hear?

Hello?

Meredith.

Hello?

Are you listening...

Fitz, are you listening to me?

Yeah, yeah.

You arrested him at our kid's school.

Ashling was right there.

It just looked way worse than it was.

Yeah, I'm not sure
how that's possible, Fitz.

Honey, I don't know what to tell you.

It wasn't personal, okay?

I... I wasn't trying
to make things awkward.

I'm not your honey.

And it was way more than awkward.

Hey, kids, your dad's moving to France.

And you were supposed to take kirin

to his otoplasty consult next week.

He's looking more
and more like a parked car

- with open doors.
- His ears are not that bad.

And I hate hockey rinks.

You're the one who
made them play hockey.

That was supposed to be your job.

Okay, would you please
just give me a break for...

- Hey, dad.
- Hi!

Hey, ash. Hey, ashling.

Dad, I can't scroll TikTok

without seeing you arresting Robert.

Hey, guys.

- What's up, honey?
- Hi.

Who wants to head to hockey, eh?

Oh, about time, let's go!

Whoo!

- Oh, good.
- Bye.

What's your name?

Come with me.

Come on.

What's another anglo today, eh?

Sweet face.

- Mind your own business...
- He's a joke.

- Oof.
- An actual joke.

Enough with this stupid video.

Fitzpatrick's an excellent cop,
his boss vouches for him,

and I trust their judgment.

Ah.

So, she's why you
want us to speak English.

You did practice.

No.

Is she the Newfoundland woman
you matched with on bumble?

Come on, Marcus,
I saw it on your desktop.

One, no.

Chief Montgomery and I go way back,

professionally.

Two, quit snooping around my office.

And three, Fitzpatrick has
20-plus years on the force,

with an impeccable service record.

Aside from this recent snafu,
you should really think of him

as a gift.

What's your policy on regifting?

- Hey there.
- Hey.

I, uh, I assume you're here for me?

Yes, indeed, Inspector Fitzpatrick.

We spoke on the phone.
I'm Marcus Villeneuve,

and this is my Deputy Chief,
Geneviève Archambault.

Oh, Fitz, please.

Arch.

Welcome to Saint-Pierre.

You ready to come meet your new team?

Ah.

I get sea sick.

All good?

Good.

I'm sure your land legs
will kick in any second.

- Yep.
- Let's go.

Let's go then.

We'll have someone bring
those bags to your room.

I must say, we're delighted to
have such a seasoned officer

like yourself, join our ranks.

I've heard nothing
but good things from your Chief.

I assume you know why
I was sent to the gulag.

You see our home as the gulag?

No, I, uh... that was a...

I was joking.

It's just, uh, that I've been
banished, as it were.

- Lucky us.
- Yes.

Ah, French? No, no.

I don't... I don't speak it.

Well, you'll have
plenty of time to learn.

Welcome to your new home.

You are playing with fire!

I will end you and everyone else

on your weird little compound.

Now don't you threaten me,
you giant leprechaun!

- Please! Now!
- Racism now, is it?

Patty, what the hell is happening?

- I...
- Miss Kennedy here,

and her... her weird friends
on l'île-aux-marins,

they have goats.

And the goats,

they just maraud all over
the grounds of my weekend place.

Who knew how much shit
those creatures shat?

Someone spray-painted, "go back home",

in giant red letters
all over our beehives.

All right, all right,
I wonder who that was then,

I've heard enough.

- Huh?
- UN-cuff them.

Yeah, come on now.

We bought that property, Sean.

- Yeah.
- Get over it.

- Right.
- My group is there to stay.

- It isn't just a graffiti.
- Oh, yeah? Yeah?

Someone busted up hundreds of our jars!

- Come on then! Let's have it!
- And unplugged our honey tanks!

- Come on now!
- Get off me!

Come on, get your
porky little hands off of me.

In a bizzare turn of events

Newfoundland and Labrador
premier Robert O'Brien

was arrested today

- back off!
- ...Outside of a local school.

Yeah, I thought you looked familiar.

Now tell me, was it the man's politics

you didn't like?

Or the fact that he's living
with your wife?

Hey. How is that any of your business?

Inspector Fitzpatrick,
meet Sean Gallagher.

Inspector's been assigned to the spmp.

Oh, has he now?

Nice suit, sir.

Oh, you keep those hippies
and their goats off of my land,

Marcus.

Or I will.

In English!

Oh. Ah...

My... my English is not so good.

Maybe you shouldn't talk then. Hm.

Well, I officially deputize
you, police.

Fitz, meet the rest of our core.

We have Sergeant Renuf Aucoin
and officer Patty Monclair-Ito.

Yes, as a matter of fact, Arch,
give the Inspector

a quick lay of the land.

Bring him to l'île-aux-marins
to see about that vandalism

and the goat feces.

We're going to need these.

No service over on l'île-aux-marins.

Ah.

Back home, we uh,
pull the boats in by hand.

Hmm.

Our way is much smarter.

Oh, so you're from here.

Yeah, we're not doing that.

Okay.

We're... we're not doing what?

We both know you're just laying low

till the crap you started blows over.

The second it's resolved,
you'll make a quick getaway.

So, let's not pretend to get
all personal feeling-sy, okay?

I... I was just trying to...

Gabby and Gallagher are constantly

at each other's throats.

They both have property over there.

And Gabby's right.

Gallagher's a top-tier dickhead.

Huh.

Oh, great.

Another boat.

It's a quick ride.

Just try to keep
whatever's left in there down.

So, Gallagher was calling
Gabby's place a compound?

A compound usually means...

A cult?

No.

No, they're more like
zero footprint types.

Grow what they eat.

Bees, honey.

They sell some at the local market.

And it's delicious, by the way.

Gabby's got a bit of a bite.

Gallagher would make
anyone have a little edge.

Gabby's reputation is solid.

She and her followers,
they're weird, sure, but...

No one seems to mind them.

No one, except for galllagher.

It's the last permanent residents

left l'île-aux-marins in the '60s.

Mostly summer homes now.

But Gallagher's been buying up
properties piece by piece.

Rumour has it, to build a golf course.

Gabby snagged the church
and some houses privately

before Gallagher had a chance.

Bet that went over well.

I don't see any goats.

I don't belive this.

It's gonna be okay.

What's gonna happen?

What's going on here?

In the church.

That's Gabby Kennedy.

What the hell happened here?

Gabby's wife, Monica McEvoy,
found the body.

Apparently, Gabby went
straight into the church

when she got back to the island.

McEvoy claims she heard the gunshots

and rushed in to find...

Her wife.

Like that.

Brutal.

Who's the creep eyeballing me?

Uh, Max Verlice, one of the members.

No one gets on or off this island.

Let's go.

What, we're not gonna
wait for forensics?

What?

You hurl at the sight
of the blood, too?

No, but where I come from, you know,

forensics usually gets
first crack at it.

Well, you're in Saint-Pierre.

There's a retired one we use,
but she's Mia at the moment.

And I completed gfi training,
your CSI equivalent, so.

Fine.

I don't appreciate being
dragged from my home

in front of my guests.

We apologize for the inconvenience.

- Oh.
- Look at the pictures.

How do they sit with you?

Obviously, I'm sorry
the old bat is dead,

but I'm struggling to understand

what any of this has got to do with me.

Well, you literally said,
"I will end you."

Alright, alright.

I'm guilty.

I hired a young lad
to paint the beehives.

I'll be very happy to have 'em
repainted

or buy them new ones all together.

You happy?

But of course I didn't
bloody kill her, Marcus.

No, I was at home.

I got witnesses.

Alright.

Alright, alright, look,
I will sit here, Chief,

like the good little boy that I am.

Why don't you send your wee minions off

to check up my alibi?

Will do that.

Thank you.

So Gabby left us, gets on a boat,

comes over here.

Time of death is what?

Maybe, an hour ago.

Tops.

The guy, um, Gallagher...

He capable of something like this?

I was told Marcus has Gallagher
in for an interview now.

We may not be the royal
Newfoundland constabulary,

but don't worry,

we know how to question
a person of interest.

So, entry would indicate
that she was shot

from at least a meter away.

No powder burns, there would be.

Our coroner can confirm,

but I'm not seeing this as a suicide.

Well, someone sure
wanted us to think it was.

That gun's an antique,
looks like a Mauser.

It would have a shell casing,
I'm not seeing one.

I'll get the body bagged,
the gun in for analysis,

and have the team sweep the room
for the casing and the bullet.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I got it.

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's okay. It's okay.

Sorry, sorry.

I'm Inspector Donald Fitzpatrick.

Max. Max Verlice.

This is my wife, Daniella,

and this one here is
our daughter, Jenny.

Sorry if I startled you in there.

Jenny was in the church.

Quite the setup you've got here.

In my experience, people
end up in Saint-Pierre

for one or two reasons.

They fall in love with it

or they're running from the past

they want to leave buried.

Gabrielle searched for a long time

to find a home for our community.

It's peaceful here.

Not sure Gabby would agree.

Are there any firearms on the premises?

There are guns, yeah.

We keep them for protection
against wildlife in the winter

that come across the ice.

We'll need to inspect them.

You'll have to ask Monica now.

She'll have the key to the gun locker.

And you'll need her consent.

Monica, the victim's wife.

Why?

With Gabby gone,
the property, everything here,

all goes to her.

Monica's our new leader.

Gabrielle Kennedy has a record.

Protests for pipelines,
fracking, climate change,

that kind of thing.

Did some time for possession in uni,

and she bought
the l'île-aux-marins property

two years ago.

What about the commune's finances?

Nothing in the bank.

Break-even every month.

No real income aside
from some honey sales

and whatever the members
brought with them.

If this gets ruled
a murder investigation,

Gallagher is suspect number one.

But what motive? Goat poo?

We know he hated Gabby.

And he threatened to kill her in
this very room a few hours ago

and he admitted to the vandalism.

Yeah, well, witnesses corroborated

that Gallagher was home
at the time of the murder.

He never went back to l'île-aux-marins.

Yeah, witnesses who work for him.

Be careful with that tunnel vision.

It's not.

Are there any other suspects?

Yeah.

Um, Monica McEvoy, Gabby's wife.

Monica gets everything
now that Gabby's dead.

And even with the mortgage
and financial troubles,

this property is worth a tidy sum.

This guy, Max Verlice,
he was giving me vibes.

Vibes are all well and good.

What about alibis?

Verlice and his wife, Daniella
say they were alone together.

And Monica was leading
a group meditation.

I did background checks on everyone,

but Verlice,
he's like a bit of a ghost.

No past.

No, we all have a past.

Find his.

Okay, Fitz, time to meet our coroner.

We're not thinking suicide.

Oh, so we are thinking murder.

Wait.

What?

So, you speak French?

Oh, no, no. God, no.

Not a word.

But I understand it.

See, I grew up watching
hockey on French TV.

I'm just curious.

What's everyone's problem with my suit?

The only people in suits here
are going to funerals,

or are mormons.

So, what... what about the pistol?

Hmm.

The firing pin was shortened
to make it unusable.

I'd say about 30 years ago.

Useless.

I gotta get this.

So, um, this is your hotel.

See you tomorrow.

Okay.

Yes?

Okay, I need to get this out super fast

before the mushrooms kick in.

Not funny.

I'm not joking, but anyways.

Donald Fitzpatrick.

Decorated,

impressive record at closing cases.

He is known as the confession guy.

Blah, blah, blah. You know his cv.

His undercover op resulted
in the takedown

of a big-time biker crew.

Debt? Vulnerabilities?

Uh, two mortgages.

One is the house his family lives in,

and he's got a small spot of his own.

That makes sense.

Timely with child support.

Connections to Gallagher?

What is with your
obsession with Gallagher?

Arch, I'll tell you again.

It's not healthy.

Veda, are they connected?

I mean, nothing obvious
that I could find.

But...

You know, as good as I am,
anything is possible to hide.

You should be working for us.

Wouldn't pass the drug test.

Or the background check.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Oh, shit.

Oh. Sorry, sorry. I... i'm... i'm...

I don't know why, but I've been...

I've been...
I've been sleepwalking and...

Come on.

Are you going to get that?

Oh, you work here?

What are you doing...

I've been calling you for an hour.

My phone... the plug...

Get dressed.

Confirmed.

The Mauser found on the scene
is not the murder weapon.

But if we find out who owns it,
we'll have a better idea

who staged the whole suicide routine.

Any luck with the real murder weapon?

The firearms we confiscated are rifles,

and according to ballistics,
none have been fired recently.

Forensics finished sweeping the church

looking for the bullet, nothing.

And no trace of a shell casing either.

Well, if the gun used to murder
Gabby didn't expel casings,

we definitely know
it expelled a bullet.

Find it.

He understands French.

You spoke French this whole time?

I um, I pick up pieces.

And we can leave the topic
of my suits officially.

Uh, I've got something juicy
on... on Verlice

and on Monica McEvoy.

- Verlice first.
- Verlice first.

Okay.

Verlice changed his name.

- Okay.
- So, who changes their name?

Someone trying to start over.

Or someone with something to hide.

Real name is Vernon Myers.

Criminal record
in California for assault.

Ex-military.

And guys, the man has two
restraining orders against him

from two ex-wives.

He joined Gabby's group a few
years ago with his third wife,

Daniella, and her daughter, Jenny.

Daniella had one previous marriage.

They lost their son,
split up soon after his death.

And what happened to the son?

I don't know.

Good to know the circumstances
around the dead son.

Find it, please.

Can I tell you about Monica now?

I tracked every Mauser pistol
sold within the last five years.

One was sold a few weeks ago
on an antique firearms website.

Shipped to?

Saint-Pierre.

To Monica McEvoy.

We appreciate you taking
the time to come in, Ms. McEvoy.

We know it can't be easy.

Gabby and me, we were inseparable.

Many saw it as codependent.

We just saw it as love.

How did your...
Your group come together?

We had similar views.

Treat the earth
and each other with respect.

Be decent human beings.

Beekeeping.

That's what bonded us most,
if I'm honest.

And it grew from there.

Max, Daniella, their daughter Jenny,

they were the last to join us.

Oh?

Took them a while to find their place,

but they've become valuable members

of our community.

Are you a gun enthusiast, Ms. McEvoy?

No. Heavens no.

I don't know the first thing
about them.

Then why did you buy this online?

It was my grandfather's.

I sold it a while back,
and I always regretted it.

I...

It took me years to track down.

Are you aware that this was
the pistol found on the scene?

It was staged, you know?

It's almost trying to make
your wife's murder

look like a suicide.

With your wife no longer
with us, you inherit everything.

Yes,

but that's more of a burden
than a blessing, trust me.

How do you mean?

Gabby, she always made everything work.

Everything.

That all falls on me now.

This is a waste of time.

Sean Gallagher, he hates us.

He was constantly issuing
threats to Gabby specifically.

He made multiple offers
on the property,

and Gabby said no to each one.

Drove him crazy.

I'm telling you, Sean Gallagher,

he killed my Gabby.

I know it.

Gallagher told me about his offers

on the Kennedy property.

But according to CCTV, he never
made it back to the island.

He hired someone to paint
those messages on the beehives.

It's not inconceivable that
he could have hired someone

- to kill Gabby.
- Fitz, you're grasping.

Please,

show me you're not the joke

that people think you are
back in St. John's.

Villeneuve.

Your boss seemed to be
defending Gallagher

a little too aggressively?

You don't read things as well
as you think you do.

Uh, it's kind of my thing,
to be honest.

Everyone seems to have a... a thing.

Well, I don't think that
Monica killed Gabby.

Well, neither do I.

So, I guess it's my thing, too?

No.

I don't know what your thing is yet.

So, suspect-wise, if we're not
allowed to entertain Gallagher,

Verlice?

Criminal record, name change.

History of being a creep.

Not a murderer, that we know of.

But he's ex-military,
so we can assume he knows guns.

He would have known
the Mauser wasn't working.

Well, he was in a hurry.

He wouldn't have had time to test it.

Plus, a shortened firing pin,
it's kind of hard to detect.

Oh!

Fitz, we have jurisdiction
over dozens of islands.

You're going to have to get
used to being on the water.

I know, I know. It's just
the smell of it makes me wanna...

Take these.

They'll help.

But puke first.

No, I'm good.

Good.

Never seen the blessed virgin
in a dory before?

I wasn't aware that
she was a Fisher-person, so.

She guides boats home safely.

Okay, so, Gabby is here.

Ish.

Shooter's there.

You look way too comfortable
with a gun pointed at my head,

by the way.

Okay, let's see.

Boom.

Bullet goes through.

I'm not seeing any bullet.

No.

Metal.

Painted as wood.

Bullet hit here.

Ricochet.

Fitz.

How is that possible?

Did it bounce off?

Put some light down here.

Look at this.

The mural is hiding the lines.

This is a door.

This door must have been
open when Gabby was shot.

The killer didn't know
the bullet was lodged in here.

You need that light.

Sorry.

Okay.

Nice one.

What are these sneaky shits up to?

I don't know.

Hey!

Stop!

You're going to ruin everything!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Come here. Get up.

So, what's the plan here, huh?

Hey!

Are you gonna kill me?

It's good you managed to
break the fall with your face.

Vernon.

Yeah, we know who you are.

So, we're gonna find
a murder weapon down here?

What? No!

Stay.

Hey, don't!

What the hell is all of this?

That's pretty clever, actually.

Hiding some oxy in the honey?

Did you kill Gabby to take
over the drug operations?

No. I'm...

I'm not the run things
kind of type. I...

She trusted me.

Made me feel valued.

Who else knows about the opioids?

No one else. Just me and Gabby.

- You hurt him.
- No, put that down.

Put that down, Jenny.

Take it easy.

Sweetheart, put that down.

Jenny!

- Put the gun down.
- Okay.

Leave him alone!

Don't hurt her!

No!

Oh!

My arm!

- Did you fall on the nail?
- You idiot!

My left arm!

Oh! Is there no anaesthetic
in this hospital?

Fitz, we got a match.

Oh, that's nice.

Come on. Please.

He fell
and stabbed himself with a nail.

After being shot by a child.

Oh, um.

I checked into Daniella's son,
like you asked.

I spoke to her ex-husband.

It wasn't a suspicious death.

And Daniella wasn't even
with him when he died.

He was away at university.

Poor kid.

Verlice just confessed
to the murder of Gabby Kennedy.

No, he told us he didn't kill her.

Well, he's lying.

Murder weapon registered to his name.

Plus, he told me the kid found
the gun in some drawer

under the sweaters.

Bag him up.

And what's his motive?

He told me he was the ringleader
of that opioid operation

with Gabby.

Maybe he wanted a bigger cut.

It's called, "greed".

Okay, so we're just
guessing at motives now.

I'm gonna find out why
Verlice is suddenly confessing.

Where's my Jenny?

I want to see her right now.

Um, she's uh...

She's with the family
services counsellor.

You'll be able to talk
to her in a minute.

Yeah, we should talk in here.

Let's have a seat.

I'm... I'm gonna get a cup of tea.

Would you like one?

What happened?

Oh, your daughter shot me.

Come on, Vernon, Verlice, whatever.

What's your game?

What do you mean?

I killed Gabby.

Right.

Remind me, why did you do it again?

What?

Simple question.

Why did you kill Gabby Kennedy?

There must be a reason.

Didn't you like Gabby?

Yeah, I...

No.

What the hell is she doing?

I don't know. I don't wanna...

I don't want to speak ill of the dead.

You don't want to speak ill of
the dead woman you murdered?

Yeah.

Convincing.

He confessed?

My husband didn't kill anyone.

And of course, Jenny didn't do it.

She's just a child.

A child who knows
how to handle a firearm.

A firearm that we've confirmed
is the murder weapon.

And we know it's owned by your husband.

Okay.

Okay.

Maybe it was your husband after all.

No.

Were you aware that your husband
was running a drug operation

with Gabby?

Verlice maintains that
only he and Gabby knew about it.

Is that true?

Did you know your husband
was selling drugs?

When did you find out?

Recently.

I followed him one night
into the church.

What about 'em?

Who was supplying you with them?

Who were you selling them for?

I don't know that stuff.

Gabby took care of that.

Look, I owned the murder weapon.

I hid it.

I saw Monica had that pistol.

I just... I just wanted
to buy her some time.

I wanted to get me, and Jenny,
and Daniella out of there.

I have... I have three plane tickets.

Three!

- I can prove it.
- That won't be necessary.

According to our coroner,

someone shorter than you shot Gabby.

Who are you covering for?

I will find out.

Jenny?

So, you didn't agree with the
idea that your group would be

doing that kind of thing?

I didn't move to the middle of nowhere

to become a drug dealer, no.

I hate that stuff.

Because of your son.

I can't...

I can't imagine what it's like
to lose a child like that.

Purple ribbon.

I've worked with a number of people

who've been affected by addiction.

Overdoses.

His name was Daniel...

Named after me.

He was such a sweet boy.

Before...

It started with a toothache.

Doctor gave him meds for the pain

and almost immediately he was hooked.

I blame myself.

I never should have
filled the prescription.

Must be so hard.

I mean, losing your son to addiction

and now losing your husband
to drug trafficking.

I can't imagine what Jenny's
future is going to be like

if she's convicted of murder.

Jenny had nothing to do with it.

I keep telling you that.

She didn't kill Gabby. She couldn't.

How can you be so sure
about that, Daniella?

He knew they killed my son.

He knew that.

He said he was sorry.
Swore he would fix it.

I just... I wanted to scare her.

Warn her, that's all.

And I wasn't gonna lose
my husband and my home.

I wanted her to know that
it had to stop.

I was trying to explain that to Gabby.

Took me so long to see what
we were selling in the honey.

I felt like a fool.

I confronted Gabby.

I begged her to listen.

You're ruining people's lives!

Why don't you mind your own business?

I wanted her to understand.

Swear that we would get out of...

Like rid ourselves of the filth.

The filth that killed my boy.

It's not my fault that
your child is killed.

But this place is supposed
to be different, not...

She told me I was naive,
that I had a choice.

- Either put up with it or leave.
- Just leave!

Leave my home?

I told her she had a choice.

I just wanted to make her listen.

And she ran at me.

Swear to me you'll get rid
of the drugs!

My husband helped me.

We knew Monica was hiding that gun.

"Make it look like a suicide", he said.

It would make sense,
she would use Monica's gun.

They lived together.

Like we... we just wanted
to make it go away.

And now i'm...

I'm gonna lose my little girl, too.

All right.

This was a tough one to
baptize our newest member.

But all in all, great work.

And Fitz, welcome.

Seven years of no closed cases,
if you don't look in the eye.

Isn't it seven years of no sex?

Uh, that explains what
happened to me then.

How's it feeling?

Oh. It's just... it's...

- Ah, it's fine.
- It's fine.

Yeah. Ah. Ah.

All right, team, you've earned it.

Enjoy this night.

It's on me.

How nice.

Yeah, cheers to all.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

You've come up with a name for him yet?

They don't do that for themselves?

No, dogs can't talk, so...

Fair point.

Why'd you arrest O'Brien?

Oh, I thought we weren't doing that.

Yeah, but that was
before I saved your life.

I'm pretty sure
I got shot, because of you.

Pardon?

No, no, no.

Kid would have shot you in
the head if I hadn't jumped her.

Okay, so...

I didn't intend to arrest O'Brien.

I was questioning him,
and he was dodging me,

and things escalated.

And I know how it looks,
but I didn't make a move on him,

because he's living in my house
with my wife and my kids.

I know he's into something.

I just gotta prove it.

Okay.

Well, I went to boarding school
and university in the UK.

From Paris originally.

And despite my mother's dreams
of my life as a lawyer,

I joined the police,
and jumped at a posting

that came up for Saint-Pierre
almost three years ago.

The thought of escaping
her disappointment

at every Sunday brunch
was just too much to resist.

And I knew she
would never follow me here.

To these cambrousse...

Boonies, as you say.

I'm gonna call bullshit on that.

You came here for something,

but...

It ain't that.

Night.

Goodnight.

So...

No idea where your hotel is?

I haven't got a sweet clue, no.

Come on, doggie.

Okay?

What? Get your hands off me.

You wanted to play at being
a real cop again, did you?

Hmm?

No one interrogates me, Marcus.

No one.

Now, do we really have
to have this conversation

all over again?

Or are you gonna be
a good little soldier?