Saint-Pierre (2025) s01e02 Episode Script

1
Female news reporter: Newfoundland
and Labrador premier Robert O'Brien
was arrested today.
(Indistinct speech)
Fitz: I didn't make a move
on him, because he's living
with my wife and my kids.
Marcus: Inspector Fitzpatrick.
- Fitz, please.
- Arch.
Welcome.
Arch: What is with your
obsession with Gallagher?
Are you gonna be a good little soldier?
(Seagulls squawking)
(Indistinct chatter)
(♪♪♪)
(Speaking in French)
(Speaking in French)
This is the car's trajectory.
No tire tracks.
Fitz: He definitely wasn't speeding.
Arch: Emmanuelle, is there a wallet?
A cellphone?
Nothing's on him.
Or around him.
- Or was he robbed?
- Maybe?
It's possible.
Is that a dui?
Look at you, Fitz.
I detect zero scent of alcohol.
We'll know better once I unzip him.
Once Emmanuelle clears it,
check the car thoroughly
for anything that can
help identify the driver.
Patty, take a couple of officers.
Fan out.
Search the perimeter.
Got it, boss.
What you seeing?
Check out the redhead here.
She's seeing way too into this.
Certainly curious, yes.
Why is she running?
I don't know.
(Grunts)
(Crowd clamours)
Excuse me.
(Men laughing)
- Hey!
- Stop!
White shirt now red ♪
Stop!
My bloody nose ♪
sleepin', you're on your tippy-toes ♪
creepin' around like no one knows ♪
We should split.
Oh, I hate heights, Arch.
You don't know the town.
I can hit the alleyway, cut her off.
Oh, come on.
I'm younger and way faster, so
Ugh.
Don't say thank you or please ♪
I do what I want
when I'm wanting to ♪
my soul, so cynical ♪
so you're a tough guy,
like it really rough guy? ♪
Just can't get enough guy,
chest always so puffed guy ♪
I'm that bad type,
make your mama sad type ♪
make your girlfriend mad tight ♪
might seduce your dad type ♪
I'm the bad guy ♪
duh ♪
(♪♪♪)
I'm the bad guy ♪
(Grunts)
(Sighs)
I like it when you take control ♪
even if you know
that you don't own me ♪
You're running out of roofs.
I'll let you play the role ♪
I'll be your animal ♪
my mommy likes to sing
along with me ♪
but she won't sing this song ♪
if she reads all the lyrics ♪
Fitz: Hi, there.
Hi.
There. Hi.
Uh, huh.
Looks like we, um
We got a little standoff, you know?
No where left to go.
(Indistinct background chatter)
So, let's just take it nice and easy,
and I'm uh, I'm not
Not gonna pull my weapon or anything.
Fitz: Let's just
No, no, no, no, no!
(Grunts)
(Screams)
(Arch grunts)
(Grunts)
Hey!
Shit!
Stop!
Fitz: Arch!
Arch!
Help!
Arch!
Arch.
(♪♪♪)
Arch!
(Indistinct speech)
(Sighs)
(Grunts)
Okay.
(Groans)
(Grunts, pants)
You can't do boats,
you can't do heights.
How are you even a cop?
Well, I managed to grab this.
Goes great with your eyes.
But do you think
she was involved with the death
of our John Doe.
Well, I don't know why she
would have run if she wasn't.
(Chuckles)
(Scoffs)
Why are you smiling like an idiot?
Well, be because you
You legit saved my life back there.
I was toast.
Yeah, you were.
But calm yourself.
I would have even pulled up renuf.
And your brains all over the stones
would have been
a real damper on bastille day.
Huh.
Arch: I have to be honest,
that was my first rooftop chase.
I didn't see you up there with me.
What?
You did just fine.
Before we moved to Vic's body,
I got his fingerprints.
Okay, run them through Fnaeg and Ecris.
The French national DNA database
and European criminal records,
and Fitz nabbed this from our runner.
See if you can lift anything
once we've processed it.
Oh, and should we shut down
the ferry and ground planes
to keep your runner on the island?
There's no way le prefect
is going to let that happen.
The ferry's on load and go today.
Fête National's our biggest
tourist day of the year.
You know, we could put
someone at the airport,
at the ferry terminals,
to see if anyone tried
to get off the island
matches our, you know,
person's description.
Mm-hmm.
I'll airdrop you a photo.
Yeah, makes sense.
Right away.
(Indistinct chatter)
What are these?
Green exterior, speckled blue core.
I was gonna say it's a roofie.
I dealt with them a lot
when I was in narcotics.
Used to sedate someone.
Let's say she's involved
in John Doe's death.
(Sighs)
Why was she there watching us?
To make sure he was dead?
The murderer returns
to the scene of the crime.
Happens.
If it's even a murder.
We don't have enough to rule it
a suspicious death yet.
Look at this.
It's an itinerary from yesterday.
Patty: 8:17, coffee on porch.
9:00, left home.
9:36, 54 rue des graves,
route de la cléopâtre.
Then 20:05, home.
Personal addresses.
Patty: Sounds more
like a local than a tourist.
I mean, addresses are pretty specific.
Fitz: The way she
handled those rooftops.
I mean, she really knew
what she was doing.
Military?
Right.
When has he not replied
to a message about
a possible homicide.
Did you speak to the auto-body
guy about John Doe's car?
Renuf: Tomas, he says, late last night
our dead man offered him
1,000 Euros to use it.
(Laughs)
Renuf: It's UN tas de ferraille.
It's a a lemon.
So, he's not too broken up
about its fate.
Did he get a name?
No, but then Tomas
was a bit uh, whew
(Whistles) You know, soûl.
So, apart from his, only
one set of prints in the car.
I'm guessing it was the victim's.
Oh, and this.
Oh, I know what this opens.
Canadian?
Did you get his name?
Did he meet up with anyone?
Did you see which way he went?
If there was anyone with him?
What am I, security?
Okay, Marguerite, one more thing.
Did she get a room here?
No naked walkabout tonight, d'accord?
I have a date.
- What is she talking about?
- No idea.
I was gonna ask you the same thing.
(Door bangs)
(♪♪♪)
Can you please explain to me
why I have like, service one second,
and the next minute it is gone.
It's driving me crazy.
What?
There's public Wi-Fi here.
Oh, there's public Wi-Fi.
Great. That's just thanks.
Here.
Oh. Okay.
Well, don't worry. I didn't read it.
But wow, that's a a long message.
(♪♪♪)
(Water tinkling)
You find anything?
Nope.
Nada in here.
Fitz, look at this.
Something's been moved from here.
That dresser look a little
outta place to you?
Okay.
(Clattering)
Fitz: Hey.
(Fitz exhales)
Whoa.
Uh-huh.
This is creepy as hell.
You got yourself a little, uh,
abduction kit?
Arch: Who has five passports?
A spy, a killer, or a hitman
would need different identities.
John Steed. Now that is
(Chuckles)
That's a lame alias.
John Steed.
The guy with the bowler cap.
(Sighs)
The umbrella he used as a weapon
in the 1960s TV show,
the avengers.
Ring a bell?
No.
No?
Look, what we've got here.
(Inhales, exhales)
Whoever owns this gun,
I'm guessing knows how to use it.
(♪♪♪)
Oh.
What's up, doc?
Hey, Arch.
How's my new favourite little man.
Loving the raw food, but the gas
Ugh
Speaking of, don't forget
to send me the stool sample.
Why are you collecting someone's
Abigail's a vet.
She's helping with a dog
I picked up off the street.
And this is my new, um, it's Fitz,
and he's working with us.
You got a patient at the motel?
Abigail: No, no.
Um, your people have blocked
the road into my house,
so I just needed
a couple hours of shut-eye.
You live out near the crash site?
Well, not that near, but, um,
there's only one road
into my place, so
Did you notice anything?
Any suspicious activity
or any strangers
near last evening?
Well, I wasn't I was
I was at the Morin's farm
birthing a breached calf.
Oh.
What time did the cow go into labour?
Midnight.
There was definitely no crashed
car then.
Is this something more
than just a tourist on a bender?
Why did you ask that?
No, it's just a lot of police
presence for an accident.
And I can see there are more here.
I just wanna know,
is there something concerning?
No, no, no.
Nothing like that.
I'll call you when it's all clear.
Okay.
(Chuckles)
Nice to meet you.
(Keys jingling)
So
What's up, doc?
Hey, don't mess with bugs.
He was my first English teacher.
Your friend Abigail,
her accent was a little
How long ago did
she come to the island?
I'm not sure.
Before I arrived.
Marcus could fill you in.
If he'd answer his phone.
She seemed a little jumpy to you?
A man just died a half
a kilometre from her home.
Maybe.
Or maybe we interrupted her on, uh,
like a secret rendezvous?
Abigail?
Yeah.
No.
No?
What?
Motel?
Middle of the morning?
You've been watching
the telenovelas we got here.
Maybe.
Oh.
Forensics are certainly being
kept on their toes on a day off.
They are swabbing the motel room.
Think we can trace the gun?
Not if our John Doe's a pro. No.
Regardless if he's a hitman
or international man of mystery
or whatever,
we still need to get
to the bottom of how he died.
You get anything on the prints?
No hits in either of the eu databases.
What about our mystery woman?
Patty: Nothing on the bag.
She's our most viable suspect.
Patty, you're on her.
Check CCTV and any
of our downtown businesses
with security cameras.
Already on it.
I'll take the passports, run 'em
through Canadian customs,
see if I can track his movements.
Mystery woman started her journal
just after 8:00 A.M.,
so she could have been
on the first flight or ferry.
John Doe arrived at the motel
in the afternoon.
If we find out where
either of these two came from,
we may be a step closer
to why they're here.
Renuf, pull the manifest
from yesterday.
I'm curious.
How many times have
you faced a case like this?
My time with le raid in Paris may have
slightly prepared me
to handle this situation.
But I mean, if you feel better equipped
with potentially two assassins
in the only place
you've ever policed,
then please, be my guest.
Emmanuelle: Your John Doe
didn't suffer a myocardial infarction
or a seizure.
None of the usual suspects
that lead to a slow-mo
car accident.
Is that
His stomach contents.
No traces of rohypnol.
But fished this out of the bowl.
Fitz: An sd card from his gut?
- He swallowed that thing?
- Mm-hmm.
Stomach acids and enzymes
started to do their work,
but not enough to destroy it.
So the time between him
swallowing it and your recovery
can be more than what?
A couple of hours?
Our friend here is pretty fresh.
Rigor mortis had just
set in his facial muscles.
How long does the toxicology
report usually take?
I assume you gotta send
the samples to France.
We could send 'em to St. John's.
We could probably get it
Emmanuelle: No, thank you.
I'll let you know if we ever
need help from the newfies.
Mm.
They don't like to be called that.
Come.
Take a look at this
Arch: He was injected with something.
You calling it?
Emmanuelle: Homicide?
Too soon to sign off.
Let's see what the blood
and urine samples say.
There's a toxicologist
at the hospital who's uh,
sweet on Emmanuel.
They'll be able to figure out
what intoxicants
he was dosed with.
Fitz: Can they check for fentanyl,
morphine, uh, barbiturates?
- Mm-hmm.
- Arch: Okay.
Thank you, Emmanuelle.
Meet me at the station.
I won't be long.
I didn't know about the newfie thing.
We're good.
Just
Don't say it again.
(♪♪♪)
You are no good at being a tail.
Oh, if I were tailing you, trust me,
you never would have saw me.
I'm just trying to catch up with you.
Where are we power-walking to?
I told you I would
meet you at the station.
What is with all of the men
not listening to me today?
Yeah, no, no.
Let's be crystal clear.
I am in no way questioning
your leadership.
I I think you're more than
qualified to run your own shop.
And you were right.
A 100 percent.
The second I get my personal
life sorted.
I'll be on the first ferry out of here.
So, I actually saw some
of that text from your wife
at the motel.
It's intense.
Yeah, it's not great.
And it's pretty much
all my own fault, so
Sorry.
Anyways, can I guess
where you're going?
Just please don't do that thing
you think you're so good at doing.
I'm very good at it.
You're holding a key.
You're going to your car,
which means it's a drive,
not a walk.
And you're super pissed off,
so I'm gonna say
Gallagher's.
How'd you know?
Well, who else would have
a hitman's target on his back
in this town?
Do all roads lead
to Gallagher with you?
Only the winding
and crooked ones, it seems.
Can I come?
(Sighs)
That wasn't a no.
(♪♪♪)
(♪♪♪)
Gallagher: Well, if it
isn't the latest contestant
from Newfoundland's got talent.
Idiot cop edition.
Well, better be an idiot than a
Delivery on a national holiday.
Didn't know you could do that.
I suppose you'd be looking
for me invoice.
Make sure I pay the duties.
(Chuckles)
Gallagher: No, we have a
great booze-running tradition
on Saint-Pierre,
but I can assure you that
this purchase is uh, is legit.
No one stocks seven-year-aged
mezcal on the island.
This one comes from a small
batch in a wee farm in Santiago,
matatlán.
It's good, strong, punchy stuff.
Here. Thank you.
Can you take it inside?
Know of anyone who'd want to off you?
Boy, oh boy.
You're a charmer, aren't you?
Is that a threat? Or
Uh!
Don't flatter yourself.
You recognize this fella?
Oh, Jesus.
Get off on showing me
pictures of dead people or what?
I expect you're gonna be telling
me I offed him as well, eh?
No, it just seems you're involved in
so much of the island's intrigues.
No, I have never seen
that fella before in my life.
Where were you between
2:00 and 6:00 this morning?
I was in bed.
My lady can vouch for me.
Do you want her number, constable?
Deputy Chief Archambault.
Deputy Chief, that's right.
I forgot.
Look, uh, I have given my lads
a day off.
But if you need any backup,
I'd be more than happy
to call them back in.
(Cellphone ringing)
Do you wanna attend to that?
Enjoy your mezcal, Mr. Gallagher.
Must be nice just to order
whatever you want,
when you want.
Yeah.
It is.
Hey.
Thanks.
Appreciate it.
Hey!
I don't like surprise guests!
Well, if you hadn't run this shit,
I'd be out there taking care
of our business.
Shut your mouth!
I want you to find out
if the stiff they spoke of
is coming, for me.
They're gonna dig about this.
You don't know my team.
Yeah, and that's exactly
the way I want to keep it.
This arrangement started off
as just a few favours.
But now you're out here
asking for the world, Sean!
Don't.
Marcus: How long do you
think I can keep this up?
Don't you act as if you didn't know
who you were selling your soul to.
(Inhales)
Now piss off, eh?
And find out what it is
I want finding out.
Unless you're gunning
for ding-ding round two.
Didn't think so.
Take him back to town.
Ah!
Gallagher: You can help
yourself to a bottle if you like.
It's good stuff,
for your troubles, right?
(♪♪♪)
Fitz. Hey.
Your uh, your rank
is technically higher
than Arch's, yes?
Okay, I'm gonna stop
you right there. All right?
Any cop worth their salt
knows the rank goes out
the window the second
a transfer is involved.
And listen, Marcus is not here.
Arch is your boss, bud.
Get over it.
Come on. Come on.
What do you got on the Vic?
Uh, a customer service agent ID'ed him.
And he uh, arrived
on the first ferry from fortune.
Our mystery woman
arrived yesterday morning.
From Laguardia.
Name is Zoe Derien.
No hits in any of the databases
we have access to.
Arch, that was after our little
foot chase.
Arch: Only one store
carries those hats.
Patty, think you can resuscitate this?
I cleaned it.
Okay.
Where did you get it?
(Inhales)
You really don't want to know.
(Indistinct chatter)
Croissant?
Marcus.
(Indistinct speech)
(Car door shuts)
I'll kill him.
It's not as bad as it looks.
I just can't pass up a good
poker game, you know that.
This one had different rules,
obviously, and, um,
things got heated.
You know how that goes,
don't you, Inspector?
You could have at least called.
My mobile died, so
Mea culpa.
Fitz!
I trust that today was less
eventful than your first
at Saint-Pierre?
Oh, it had been. Until this morning.
Marcus: Sounds like a story.
Perhaps you can catch
me up at the station.
Arch: You need to get cleaned up first.
So, let's go to my place.
You don't have time to go home.
All right.
Fitz, join us.
You both can catch me
up on the investigation.
(Indistinct speech)
Marcus: All right. So
the dead guy and this
What did you call it?
Parkouring spider woman
arrived on the island
within hours of each other?
They both had criminal paraphernalia.
John Doe's on the slab.
We think murdered.
The lady's in the wind.
(Snaps fingers)
Arch: Put it back.
Sorry.
All the points of entry
and exit are being covered.
She's not gonna get far.
He had five passports and a 9 mil.
Fitz: Is anyone hungry?
No, no eating.
And can you just please sit?
Marcus: Why no eating?
I mean, I'm hungry.
Well, you should have
thought about that
before you got
into the cuervo last night.
Kadeem: Hey, habibti.
What's going on?
Marcus!
Wow!
Marcus: Yeah.
Kadeem: I'd hate to see the other guy.
(Chuckling)
(Pats)
Hey.
You must be the Inspector Fitz.
I've heard a lot about you.
Have you now?
Kadeem: Yeah.
Kadeem.
Kadeem, nice to meet you.
Okay, Fitz and I have a lead
to follow up on.
And Patty and renuf can finish
the update at the station.
After a shower, boss.
You reek.
And you, I'll I'll see you later.
Okay.
Out.
(Grunts)
Kadeem seems cool.
How long have you guys been together?
I'm guessing maybe three, four months.
You know what?
Don't even answer,
because I know I'm right.
Presentable enough for you?
I think, I think you look great.
Thank you.
By the way, I called my partner
back home, Michelle.
I got her to look over
the Vic's fingerprints,
and sent her a pic of Zoe, her m.O.
I just wanna see if maybe
my red tape is a little
less red tapey than you're
dealing with here.
The owner of the shop
remembers our mystery woman.
She got a cap like this
after her great escape.
And picked up the ferry schedule.
The tox report is in.
According to this, our John Doe died
of a pentobarbital overdose.
Renuf's at the hospital
as we speak to see
if any vials are missing.
And he's heading to question
the addressees in Zoe's journal.
I cleaned up the sd card,
but its contents
are heavily encrypted.
I know someone who can help.
(Patty clicks tongue)
Patty: Whoa.
You got further than me
in like seconds.
Well, back in Bahrain, I used
to do this more
on a regular basis. So
Baldwin: Ah, are you closed?
I'm dying to find an actual
decent cup of coffee
in this island.
Uh, we're just
No, I got it. Keep working.
While you were hacking
oppressive governments,
I was slinging lattes to
get through Saint-Cyr.
(Chuckles)
- Hi.
- Hi.
Sorry to interrupt.
Looked like, uh, important
work you were doing.
No, it's fine.
We're just planning
a surprise party for our boss.
Ah.
Okay, let me guess.
- Espresso?
- Espresso.
Espresso.
So you're uh, a cop
moonlighting as a barista then?
(Scoffs)
Just earning my free caffeine.
- There you go.
- Ah.
Keep the change.
Oh, and uh, bonne journée.
(Speaks French) Thanks, you as well.
Hm.
My partner came through.
Vic's name?
Louis Palmero.
He's the son of a big time
mob boss in Montreal.
I I know about these people.
Trust me, they are not
to be messed with.
What are they doing here?
I'd like to tell you, but I
can't open the attachment.
And I can't connect to the Wi-Fi
or I'll interrupt Veda's
decryption software.
Yeah.
We can go back to the station.
Okay.
(Scoffs)
You won't believe what's on this card.
How long does it take to make a tea?
Patty, come see this shit.
(Sighs)
Patty!
Patty!
(Muffled scream)
Marcus: First, we have
a murdered hitman,
a foot chase around town
with another possible assassin.
And now one of my officers
and a civilian
have been assaulted.
Look, Veda.
I'm not gonna force you
to go to the hospital like
I did with Patty.
But are you sure you
don't wanna see a doctor?
No, this is not
my first chloroform rodeo.
Okay, don't look so surprised.
Listen, I need to be here, okay?
I wanna help catch the dickhead
that did this to Patty and me.
Trust me, it's our top priority.
So, the sd card is gone.
And your entire security
footage, it's all wiped clean.
Oh, god.
Did you manage to get a look
at the card's contents?
My encryption software
auto-backs up to the cloud.
Let's see what it uploaded
before the sd card was pulled.
Look at these.
I mean, they look like they belong
in a plastic surgeon's office.
Except not exactly beast to beauty.
Marcus: I don't get it.
Why go under the knife
if it's not to look better?
Someone trying to hide.
Or someone who testified against
the biggest underworld boss
in the country.
That's Poppa Palmero.
The guy was famous, notorious.
He he couldn't be prosecuted
until an anonymous informant
stepped forward and testified.
The old man is currently
serving a life sentence.
So now one of these guys is a snitch,
hiding out in Saint-Pierre.
And Louis Palmero came
here to carry out a vendetta.
Is there a plastic surgeon
on the island?
I wish. I would get some work
done myself.
Uh, no.
Not that I know of.
Arch: And who would take these photos?
It's kind of a dangerous move.
(Arch sighs)
Arch: Okay (Speaks French)
You need to rest.
Mm.
I'll get someone to escort
you home. Okay.
Marcus: Renuf.
Mm. Mm-hmm.
(Speaks French)
That was renuf.
Neither the hospital nor
the satellite clinic
in Miquelon have
any missing pentobarbital.
But now I'm thinking
(Marcus sighs)
Could Zoe Derien have brought
it in with her?
Why would she risk
going through customs?
(Clicks tongue)
Arch: So who else would have pento?
A vet.
Marcus: Funny you should mention that.
The last entry in Zoe's journal
is from the Morin farm.
(Scoffs)
Don't act like you knew
she was tied up in this.
What?
You thought she was having a fling.
I was reading something.
Mm-hmm.
Look, after years of undercover
work, you know,
with the unpredictable perps,
you start to pick up on
things, you know, subtleties.
I was definitely sensing a vibe.
Oh, a vibe.
You've got to give me this one.
(Chuckles)
What's Abigail's connection
to all this?
Uh, it takes what, a decade to
qualify to become a doctor?
A couple more years for plastics?
It's not inconceivable that
a surgeon who works on humans
could shift to become a surgeon
who works on animals.
Plastic surgeon turned vet?
Fitz: Yeah.
I've heard of stranger things.
Arch: She's a gentle soul.
I can't believe she'd be in bed
with the mob.
Zoe was stalking her.
I feel like she's in danger, Fitz.
(♪♪♪)
(Seagulls squawking)
Arch: No sign of Abigail.
She's been here.
Did Zoe beat us to her?
(♪♪♪)
(Grunts)
(Gasps, grunts)
Don't move!
(Heavy breathing)
Arch: State your full
name for the tape.
Dr. Abigail Richards.
No.
Who are you really?
You know me, Arch.
I'm
I'm just doc.
Arch: The pentobarbital.
You attacked me with the same
thing that killed Louis Palmero.
Again, I'm sorry.
I honestly couldn't hear
who you were from inside.
I swear, I don't know this man.
We know about the sd card.
Do you have it?
Not anymore.
But we assume whoever killed Palmero
was after you and the card.
Unless maybe you took
matters into your own hands.
Was it self-defence?
Your Internet presence is non-existent.
Very impressive.
I did a reverse image search and
I didn't even know this was taken.
It's from world vet day.
Tracking Instagram hashtags
doesn't seem to me,
you know, what mobsters do.
Syndicates employ hackers
for online business
like facial recognition software.
Within minutes of this photo
being taken, they get a hit.
That's how Louis tracked you.
(Sighs)
Stupid Internet.
I've been so careful.
Okay, so
Why don't we start over?
My given name is Geneviève.
Mine is Lillian.
Bloye.
Lil.
I uh
I had a
Plastic surgery practice in Vermont.
I was struggling.
And the U.S. marshals headhunted me.
So you worked for the
witness protection program?
Abigail: The faces I altered
were mostly victim witnesses.
But a few were
(Sighs)
You know, more connected.
That mob?
I didn't ask for details.
Someone found out about you?
Abigail: My handler called.
She was on her way to relocate me.
But I panicked.
I I didn't wait, I just ran.
I never imagined I'd have
to assume a new identity
or hide out like a common criminal.
I left everything behind.
These were on the sd card.
Why?
Collateral.
Who did you tell about the photos?
(Inhales)
There was one patient.
Baldwin.
When he came for his follow-up.
He was so happy about
how different he looked.
You know, I liked him, he was nice.
Only a few were uploaded to the cloud
before the sd card was stolen.
Baldwin.
He one of these?
No.
Well, he's probably the fellow
who told someone.
Not as nice as I thought.
He was
Uh, Palmero's bagman.
And they found out he'd been skimming.
And he turned on them
before they could on him.
These people are serious.
We'll arrange for your safety.
Hang tight. Okay?
(Exhales)
(Indistinct chatter in the background)
(Speaks French)
You think you know someone?
So, Louis Palmero comes here
to find the after photo
of the snitch that put his father away.
And then what?
Zoe kills Palmero?
Marcus: Abigail recognize her?
We are about to find out.
What's going on?
Well, apparently it didn't work,
'cause it's clearly very unfixed!
(Alarm blaring)
Abigail.
(Indistinct chatter)
(♪♪♪)
There.
Okay, I know, I know.
Split up.
(♪♪♪)
(Gasps)
Arch: Easy.
There's no exit.
And I can take you out before
you so much as hurt a hair
on her head.
What? No.
No, I I don't wanna hurt her.
Zoe?
(Gate unlocks)
Abigail: No, she she's
Zoe was my handler
in witness protection.
(Indistinct chatter in the background)
You're a U.S. marshal?
Zoe: After she left, I still
felt responsible for her safety.
I found out Palmero
was coming to Saint-Pierre
and I knew Lil was in danger.
And you didn't come
to us for help because?
I wasn't sure I could trust you.
(Exhales)
Lil, I know
you aren't my problem anymore
but I had to do something.
These people are no joke.
So, when will we talk about
why you killed Louis Palmero?
I didn't kill anyone.
- (Gunshots)
- (Grunts)
The shots came from over there.
You take care of Abigail.
I got her.
(Grunts)
And you thought I was looking
for a coffee.
Baldwin.
Sorry for the trouble, Lil,
but I have no choice.
You're the one who killed Palmero.
An old associate tipped me
off that Louis was coming here
and that he knew about
your little photo cache.
Hey, Lil.
You should really be more
careful where you stash
your deadly drugs.
I'd already gone through your place.
Guess Louis was better
at hide 'n' seek.
The idiot didn't realize he was
helping me by swallowing it.
(Screams)
Baldwin: I wanted that card destroyed.
(Groans)
Why the pento?
Does the job cleanly. Normally.
He was dead when I left him
or so I thought.
I am getting rusty.
Him having the strength
to take off in a car
was unexpected.
Lil
The Palmeros will never rest
until they get their revenge
on me for ratting out their leader.
And now, for killing Louis.
I can't have you falling
into their hands.
You know my new face
better than anyone.
It's your fault.
It's your fault for blabbing
about the photos I took.
I take no pleasure in this, Lil.
(Gun cocks)
- (Gasps)
- (Fireworks exploding)
- (Bottle shatters)
- (Grunts)
On the ground!
Get on the ground!
Drop it!
(Baldwin groaning)
(Heavy breathing)
Zoe's gonna make it.
I mean, she probably won't be
doing any parkouring
anytime soon, but uh, she'll be fine.
And Abigail is staying,
despite the fact that
she could be in danger.
She's refusing to leave Saint-Pierre.
Well, I mean, the place
does have a certain draw to it.
Hmm.
(Fireworks exploding)
(Crowd gasping)
Drinks?
Drinks.
Hey.
For you.
Uh, raspberry and blueberry
with uh, vanilla crème.
Patty: Wow.
Did you bake these?
No.
No, I uh, got them from a a store.
(Chuckles)
Who has time to make uh, macaron?
(Chuckles)
How about some glasses for everyone?
Veda: All right. All right.
(Laughs)
(All speak French)
(Coughing)
Gift for my favourite customers.
Mm-hmm.
(Chuckles)
Marcus: Nice. Merci.
Oh, thanks.
You're welcome.
- (Cellphone vibrating)
- Oh.
Hi, yep.
Uh, one second.
(Indistinct chatter in the background)
Look, I don't wanna get
into your business,
but but the guy's living
with my kids, okay?
And I'm telling you, he's not
as squeaky clean as you
Hello?
Um, she hung up on me.
That was Meredith.
My wife.
Well, my ex-wife.
Although, technically,
she's not my ex yet,
because we're not divorced.
I get it.
Exes are complicated.
(Chuckles)
You still love her.
Well, now who's reading who?
So
I guess we're even.
You know, the whole
I saved you, then you saved me.
Well, you were pretty
fearless with that wine bottle.
(Inhales)
I have my fears.
I've just learned to live with them.
Are you throwing an Emma Peel
quote at me right now?
I thought you'd never
heard of the avengers.
Well, I got lost in a very long
YouTube superhero rabbit hole.
(Chuckles)
But eventually, I found the show.
And?
And I liked it.
Emma Peel and John Steed
are on equal footing.
Great partners.
Always.
(Snoring)
(♪♪♪)
(♪♪♪)
(Cellphone vibrates)
(Beeping)
(♪♪♪)
(Car horn honking)
Fitz!
Fitz!
Fitz!
(Sighs)
Damn it, Fitz!
(♪♪♪)