Saint-Pierre (2025) s01e05 Episode Script

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Gallagher, is suspect number one.
You knew I was gonna fill you in.
And I know you're doing your best.
You think Marcus
is on Gallagher's payroll?
Maybe.
Meredith keeps trying to call me.
We need to talk.
(Seagulls squawking)
(♪♪♪)
(Sighs)
Sorry.
Old habits.
Yeah.
(Cellphone vibrating)
Speaking of.
Yeah. Um, last night was uh
A bit of a surprise.
Me showing up or the other thing?
(Both chuckles)
You know, if you told me
you were coming,
I would have taken the whole day off.
You you didn't sleepwalk.
Another win.
Seems like you're doing
really well here.
Well, I'd have preferred to
not have been banished here
by you-know-who.
(Cellphone dings)
But yeah, no, it's it's um,
it's it's better than I thought.
Yeah. I did come here for a reason.
(Cellphone vibrating)
Sorry, sorry. Just
Go on.
To talk to you.
Face-to-face.
(Cellphone vibrating)
I gotta take it.
Hey.
Oh, um.
Yeah, I think I know where she is.
I'm gonna need a ride though, okay?
Sorry.
I I should have called,
not just showed up.
Of course, you're busy.
They discovered a body, so
Oh god, uh.
Fitz: I have an idea.
Why don't you consider staying
a couple of days, you know?
When's the next time
you're gonna have a chance
to walk around free and easy in France.
(Takes a deep breath)
I'll see.
Key's there.
Make yourself at home.
(Door opens, closes)
(Seagulls squawking)
(Door opens, closes)
How'd you know I was here?
Ah, 'cause I listen when you talk.
You always ride on Tuesdays.
What's up with you?
Well, we do have a possible homicide.
I know, I got the message.
But there's something else.
Hey, let's mix things up today.
How about I drive?
You really are hilarious.
(Chuckles)
(♪♪♪)
(Indistinct radio chatter)
Okay, seriously, what's up with you?
Meredith showed up last night.
First, actually, I thought
it was you at my door.
Hmm.
Oh, I thought I had overstepped
with the whole Marcus thing.
Patty: Hey, you guys.
Last night, a hiker heard
a scream near the bog
and we found the body.
Oh. You got an ID?
We haven't actually recovered it yet.
The bog is an active dig site.
A team of archaeologists
has been working it
for a few months now.
So, we think they've discovered
an actual bog body?
Well, it's hard to say at this stage.
Okay, let's see.
(Indistinct chatter)
- Renuf: Bonjour.
- Thank you.
(♪♪♪)
Patty: That's doctors Karl
Vankel and Hilary Taber.
She's a professor of archaeology
at East Mount University
and is running this dig.
Who are those guys?
That's Myron jang, Isabella Montez,
and Silas ahearn.
Archaeology majors assigned
to Dr. Taber.
Is that Camille Previn?
Yeah, the bog
and all this land are hers.
She turned her house
into a bed and breakfast.
It's just over there.
And uh, all the archaeologists
are all staying at her place.
(Indistinct speech in French)
Karl: You idiots!
This is extremely delicate
and historically valuable.
Well, it does kinda look like a viking.
Arch: Hmm.
Or a murder victim.
(♪♪♪)
Well, I never thought
I'd be investigating
an actual viking murder.
Hey!
I have seen some ugly stiffs in my day,
but this guy ooh!
Uh, hi!
Who's this?
No clue.
Natasha Bourge.
Well, I'm Arch and he's Fitz.
Natasha: Apparently, your
coroner moved back to France.
So, your boss dragged me in
with some grand promises,
said it was urgent.
Not seeing the emergency
in a potential prehistoric dead guy.
Do you remember the bog body
in northern Ireland?
The police thought
it was a recent murder,
because the bones
and skin were still intact.
Yes.
But the radiocarbon confirmed
he was over 2,000 years old.
Fascinating.
Could that be the case with this guy?
I mean, the peat in Saint-Pierre
could act as a preservation agent.
Maybe, yeah.
But it's hard to know
if Eric the red here
is the real deal
until we do some tests.
If he is an historic find,
we'll have to fill out forms.
Send the body back to Paris
for an autopsy
with a certified forensic
anthropologist.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Let's just take a beat before
we start calling in the feds.
Oh, okay.
You can take a look at that.
It's a piece of the tunic.
Might help you with dating him.
Looks like cause of death
could be blunt force trauma
to the back of the head.
Certainly might be.
But like I told your partner,
just give me a beat.
Right.
Okay.
It was nice meeting you.
Trying to keep me alive ♪
stop ♪
What do you think happened
to Emmanuelle?
Probably reconciling
with her ex-husband.
She's divorced and remarried the guy
like five times.
Maybe there's hope for you yet.
Karl Vankel is threatening to sue
if we withhold his find any longer.
Really doesn't make much
of a first impression, does he?
And he's got a past.
What kind of past?
Patty: Well, a Swedish
newspaper reported
when he got called out on his methods
during a panel there,
he punched out another archaeologist.
(Scoffs)
See what you can find on this, please.
(Fitz clears throat)
No, no. Don't get up.
Where is he?
Fitz: Dr. Taber,
what time did you find
the body in the bog last night?
She didn't find anything.
I discovered what years of time
and my research have proven
to be true.
It hasn't been proven yet, Karl.
Shut up!
Come on, Hilary.
You saw it with your own eyes.
His skin, the way he was killed.
It's classic viking justice.
It's the first evidence
of its kind in Saint-Pierre.
It's my find.
It's my site.
Actually, it's my site.
Fitz: Oh.
You two, you don't work together?
Hilary: No.
He insinuated himself into my dig,
always wanting what's not his.
That is absolutely not the case.
While your group was looking
for Portuguese pottery,
I made a find of historic significance.
Karl believes that the vikings
predated southern European settlers.
Even though other scholars
have proven that
the Danes never set foot
on these islands.
Karl: Tiny thinkers like you.
It's why she's always resented my work.
Arch: Neither of you
will go near the body
or the site
until our investigation is complete.
If we need to discuss it further,
we know where to find you.
Come before dinner.
You could save us
from another delightful meal
courtesy of our innkeeper.
Have a nice day.
Karl Vankel.
A total tool.
The way he spoke to Hilary Taber.
Yeah the the guy has a way
of really getting under your skin.
Why are we wasting
our time on this bog man?
Fitz: Well, prehistoric or not,
I mean, I think it's worth our while.
It's still a dead body.
Arch: Exactly.
We thought we could pull
whatever missing persons'
reports we have.
Well, how far back should we go?
Okay, okay.
Am I going to have to be the one
to bring up la veuve noire?
What's he talking about?
(Sighs) The black widow,
Camille Previn,
the owner of the inn and bog land.
Renuf: Her late
husband went out fishing
and was never seen again.
Camille got the property
and the big house.
(Clears throat)
I'm just saying our bog viking
could be her dead husband.
Antoine Prévin was lost
at sea over 10 years ago.
Why don't we figure out
what we're even investigating
before you start throwing
ghost stories around?
Marcus was a bit edgy.
Pretty defensive around
the whole topic of Camille.
He's edgy about a lot of things lately.
And as much as it pains me to say it,
Renuf could be right.
And so Camille's husband disappeared
under strange circumstances?
I mean, what are the odds
that Karl found
a perfectly preserved viking
on Camille's land?
Hilary didn't seem very convinced.
Her overall reaction was a bit off.
Yeah, as an archaeologist,
you'd think she'd be at least
a bit excited.
Even if it went against
her initial theories.
Let's see if any of
the academics can help.
(♪♪♪)
So, Meredith?
Yeah.
Apparently, she has some
heavy news to deliver.
Had to come here and tell me in person.
Hmm.
We cannot run from the inevitable.
Right.
I guess I need to have an honest
conversation with my ex.
You need to have an honest
conversation with your boss.
Marcus could come clean about Gallagher
or turn against me.
So, looks like neither one of us know
what we're up against.
(Ship horn blaring)
(♪♪♪)
(Engine rumbling)
(Car door opens, closes)
Bonjour, Madame Prévin.
Camille: That body you
found is not my husband.
Is that why are you here?
No better than those
gossipy townspeople.
We wanted to ask you
and your guests some questions.
What do you want from me?
Silas: Help! Somebody help!
(Silas sobbing)
Arch: What are you doing?
Silas!
(Breathing heavily)
She's she's gone.
(Crying)
I'm sure this must be
quite a shock to you.
But we're trying to discover
who killed Dr. Taber, Hilary.
How long have you worked
with her and Karl?
We worked for Hilary, not Karl.
Arch: So, what was Karl's role?
Myron: Showed up,
moved in to the B&B and our dig.
But she was the one
with all the funding
and permits.
Why didn't she stop him?
He could be persuasive.
Where were you after
you left the station?
In my room, recording my discovery.
Isabelle: I was up early, you know,
from all the excitement at the bog.
So, I had an nap. Alone.
I went to check on the dig site.
Make sure it wasn't being
contaminated, you know?
Then i I saw
(Takes deep breaths)
So, you're saying you have no alibi?
Arch: And what about Hilary?
When was the last time you saw her?
I heard her and Karl
fighting in her room.
I didn't think too much of it.
They've been at it since his arrival.
Could you hear what
they were fighting about?
They were toxic together.
When they were married, they
did their most important work
and then they split.
They became competitors.
Silas: She was upset that
Karl's discovery might diminish
all the work that we
that she had done.
I bet that asshole did this.
Did your argument spin out of control?
Get physical?
That's a horrible insinuation.
Hey, Karl, i I used
to be married myself.
I know what it's like to have regrets.
Sometimes, it's good to talk about it.
Is there anything
that you regret, Karl?
Not like you're suggesting.
Yes, at times I belittled her,
but she was my greatest love.
And now my discovery will
be the only thing
that history remembers
about this entire expedition.
Pretty sure Hilary's murder might steal
some of that thunder.
Silas would be my number one.
He was literally found
with the victim in his arms.
Yeah, he said he pulled
Hilary out of the bog.
He was trying to save her life.
Yeah, I spoke to him in processing.
He was really shaken up about it.
Well, I would be too if I just
bashed my professor's head in.
No, we're not feeling it.
So, we have new and old bog bodies.
What about the male victim?
I did a reverse image search
on the tunic.
Turns out there's quite a large
market out there
for viking larping.
I don't even want to know what that is.
Live action role-playing.
Cosplay.
The garment looks old, though.
It's easy to do with a bleach solution.
I've sent it to our Paris lab
for analysis.
How are you doing with
the missing persons' record?
They date back to the 1930s.
How am I supposed
to sort through them all?
Start with a report on the
husband of Camille Previn.
What about your persons of interest?
You know, we can't hold them forever.
No, but we can confiscate
their passports.
Keep them in Saint-Pierre.
Agreed.
(Cellphone dings)
Our new coroner is ready for us.
A heads up about her
would have been nice, no?
Well, you were off the grid
this morning
and it all happened so fast.
So, very cool news.
The skull fractures look similar.
But as you can see on our bog man,
the wound is straight.
So, like from an axe or hatchet.
Most importantly, post-mortem.
Whereas here, on this lovely
There's a slight curve.
From a shovel, maybe.
Plenty of these at a dig site.
We'll go through the evidence bags.
See if we find a match.
Natasha: Now for the ligatures.
So, bog man's wrists were
bound with leather cord.
And our professor
was tied with sisal rope.
Old and withered, but not ancient.
Like your supposed viking.
Supposed?
What did you find?
The leathery skin isn't
due to immersion in peat.
But caused by chromium sulphate,
which is used to tan leather.
And the tunic isn't authentic?
Um-hm.
So, our bog boy is a hoax.
Told you I'd figure it out.
(Key jingles)
(♪♪♪)
(Takes deep breaths)
(♪♪♪)
(Door opens)
- Hey.
- Hi.
Uh, it's all over the news.
You have a hard job, Fitz.
I wouldn't be able to do it.
I'm uh
I'm sorry about today.
No, don't be.
Yeah, I've often wondered
if you have an easier time
dealing with the dead
or with the living.
It's a joke.
I'm joking.
So, um, you ready to have that talk?
Uh, no.
No, you've got your hands full.
You do your thing, Fitz.
I I won't leave
until we've had our time.
(Sighs)
(Door closes)
(Birds chirping)
They were all lovely.
Before Karl arrived.
Then what happened?
It got chaotic.
The way that man spoke to her.
That bastard.
Can you elaborate?
Not really. I keep to myself.
My day starts and ends early.
I clean. I make breakfast.
I prep dinner.
And then I change the bedding.
Almost every morning for some.
Did you ever hear Karl threaten Hilary?
I hate gossip.
But I did hear their voices
raised yesterday.
And then Hilary stormed out
and Karl left shortly after.
You were sure it was them?
I get to know everyone's steps.
- (Loud thud)
- (Karl groaning)
Whose room is this?
Karl's.
You have the key?
Oh, I'll go get it.
It's the police.
Karl: Help me.
We can't wait for our key.
(Grunts)
(Choking)
He's going into shock.
(Indistinct chattering)
None of these line up
with Dr. Taber's fracture.
Marcus: And now we
have a poisoning, strange.
Stranger still, our bog man
is very much of this decade.
Renuf: Oh, I said so.
The bog man had a hip replacement.
Titanium alloy.
Patty, trace the serial numbers.
If we know where the surgery happened,
we'll get closer to finding
an ID for John Doe.
I'm telling you, he's black
widow's dead husband.
Marcus: Enough with the gossip.
Let's focus on who's trying
to kill off archaeologists around here.
The poison used on Karl Vankel
chromium sulphate.
Same thing that was used
to age the bog man.
It's definitely not a coincidence.
Bitter personal
and professional history
between Karl and Hilary.
Before this latest incident,
my money would have been
on Karl killing Hilary.
Right, but then who poisoned him?
Maybe Karl poisoned himself
to get us off his smell.
Bit of a risk, I mean he almost
killed himself in the process.
An attempted murder and an actual one.
Multiple suspects
with no alibis for either.
We need to do better.
(Cellphone dings)
Karl's conscious.
Okay.
Let's see what he has to say
for himself.
Karl: It's Camille, the landlady.
She's done this to me before.
After one of her disgusting
dinners, I was sick for days.
Ask anyone.
Aside from Camille,
any idea who'd want you dead?
Well, if it's not her, clearly
someone has it out for us.
Hilary, now me.
You must know now I wasn't responsible
for her death.
Oh, you think that
you being poisoned is proof
that you didn't kill Hilary?
Mm.
It isn't.
Anyone could see the friction
between you both.
We witnessed it ourselves.
First hand.
Karl: She broke it off.
Do you call it an affair when
you're sleeping with your ex?
Were you and Hilary
getting back together?
Karl: No, but we never lost
our passion for each other.
I'd never harm her.
When can my subject be released to me?
Karl, I am sorry to tell you,
but your subject isn't a viking.
How could you possibly know that?
Fitz: Oh. Not many
vikings get into Valhalla
with a replacement hip.
Someone's obviously trying
to discredit me
and tarnish my reputation.
- (Grunts)
- (Objects clatter)
We're gonna give you a minute.
With the limited time
I've spent with that man,
I would poison him, too.
(Chuckles)
He complained about
Camille's food making him sick.
(Speaks French)
Our version of yelp.
Two different people accused her
of poisoning them
- in the past year.
- Mm-hmm.
Right after they posted
about being dissatisfied
with the accommodations.
Fitz: Is Camille capable
of killing over a bad review?
(♪♪♪)
Arch.
That one has a lock.
Can you really do that?
It's been a while, but let's see.
(♪♪♪)
Okay, impressive.
Thank you.
(Sighs)
Hm.
Amanita Bisporigera.
The destroying angel.
I have no clue how you
know the things you know.
It's called "secondary education".
Ah, okay.
Fair enough.
Are they lethal?
Yeah, very.
But a small dose can cause
symptoms like food poisoning.
Someone deliberately gave Karl
just enough to make him sick.
Maybe the chromium sulphate
was meant to finish the job.
Only person with access
to this cupboard
Is the one with all the keys.
Let's see what the black widow
has to say for herself.
You brought in Camille Previn.
Do you want to tell us
about your history with her?
I um
I gotta
(Indistinct chattering)
After her husband died
and the black widow rumours began
She was lonely.
I was lonely.
We formed a bond.
How long were you two forming bonds?
Are you interrogating me
about my love life now?
If this case is soured,
because of something
you haven't told me,
I will not cover for you.
We provided mutual comfort
to each other
for several months.
I'll recuse myself from anything
involving Camille.
- Happy?
- Yeah.
Happy.
See how easy it was
to come clean with me?
You should try to do it more.
We found the mushrooms
in your cupboard.
Administrating a noxious
substance is a serious charge.
Attempted murder by poisoning.
I want to speak to Marcus.
Marcus can't help you now.
Alright.
I put a little bit in Karl's food.
Just enough to make him sick.
But the actual poisoning
that made him all frothy
at the mouth, that was not me.
Why would you want to make him sick?
Camille: Because
he's a bastard, as I said.
Said hateful things about me.
To me.
Just like everyone else in this town.
I just wanted him to feel weak.
Just like you did with
your other problem guests.
(♪♪♪)
People treat my place
like I'm their servant.
They insult me.
I don't have a right to defend myself?
Were you defending yourself
from your husband, too?
Tell me, Camille.
Did Antoine have a
a replacement hip?
My husband's alive.
Unfortunately.
Years back, I found him in
our bed with his secretary.
Yeah, I know.
Cliché.
When he ran off with her, I was hurt.
Humiliated.
So, I told everybody that
he got caught in a Gale.
(Scoffs)
The only thing I buried was his boat.
After I took a sledgehammer to it.
Everyone in Saint-Pierre
believes you killed Antoine.
In what world is that better?
Jesus.
I moved to this desolate place for him.
And he dropped me for the next,
newest, younger thing.
He left me with nothing.
Except a useless piece of land
and a house that I can't afford to run.
We would have been happy.
Now, it's my prison.
Tracked the titanium hip
serial number from bog man.
He isn't Camille's long lost husband.
We know.
So, who is he?
Cadaver from east mount university.
Where Hilary taught.
Some poor guy,
thought he was donating
his body to science.
Patty: If Hilary planted
it to humiliate Karl,
and he found out,
it would be motive for him to kill her.
No. I, uh
He seemed pretty surprised
and devastated
when he found out
that his viking wasn't legit.
When we told him, it was
his first time hearing about it.
Karl is not a murderer.
Has anyone searched
Hilary's room back at Camille's?
No, we didn't think we had to.
She's dead.
Okay, come on, Fitz.
Let's go take a look
around Hilary's room.
(♪♪♪)
Leaving the glory to me?
Yeah.
A shipping receipt from a few days ago.
Look at the dimensions.
74 kilos.
60 by 80 by 30 centimetres.
Like a casket.
It says; "Academic specimen."
Like a cadaver.
Arch.
This looks like the leather bindings
on the bog man's wrists.
So, Hilary did fake the bog body.
Is Karl right?
She's trying to discredit him?
Explains why she was acting so strange.
I mean, she wasn't expecting
police involvement.
What else you got in here?
It's from Hilary to her university.
Says fragile.
So, she was planning on sending
something back in return.
But what?
Whatever it was, based
on the weight of the cadaver,
I don't think she pulled
this off on her own.
Why are your officers
tearing apart our rooms?
Oh, we're trying to get to the bottom
of who murdered your professor
and helped her fake
the whole viking thing.
Not to mention we still haven't
figured out who poisoned Karl.
One or all of you is holding out on us.
We can talk it out here
or if you'd rather come down
to the station.
Here is good.
Listen, I had nothing
to do with any of this.
I'm on a scholarship.
I can't jeopardize it.
Myron, right?
We hear you're the most
talented in the field work.
Hilary give you any indication
of what she was up to
as you two were, you know, so close?
Close?
We were professional.
She was much closer with others.
Let's just say there was a lot
of musical beds
being played here.
Myron.
What? I didn't say you.
Isabella, were you
having an affair with Hilary?
(Scoffs)
Karl and Isabella.
I saw them.
Oh, he's got pictures.
(Isabella scoffs)
You're a pervert.
Don't flatter yourself.
I just wanted to prove to Hilary
who Karl really was.
What he really was.
Isabella: You can talk.
Why don't you tell them about
your little thing with Hilary?
They were disgusting.
Silas: No.
Hilary and I, we were in love.
Nothing like whatever
you were doing with Karl.
Mm-hmm.
Why didn't you tell us?
Were you protecting him?
He thought I'd get into trouble
for sleeping with a professor.
And that it would be
on my academic record.
I think he was more concerned
about his impropriety.
I found something from Silas' room.
It looks like chromium sulphate.
Um, that was uh, in Hilary's bag.
At what point did you decide
to put some of it
in Karl's drink?
You tried to kill Karl?
I gave him enough to
mess him up, not kill him.
(Sighs)
Silas: I thought he killed Hilary.
I wanted to get back at him.
I don't know,
I wasn't thinking straight.
Neither was I.
I helped Hilary load
the cadaver into the van.
And plant it in the bog.
Why would you go to such lengths
to pull a stunt like that?
Hilary said it was just a prank.
And and I don't know, I guess, yeah,
maybe I wanted him to look
and feel kind of stupid, sure.
But then you guys showed up
and it just,
it got really messy, and
Wait. I'm not gonna get in
any real trouble for this, am I?
Yeah.
Yeah, you're gonna be charged
for gross indignity
to a human body.
I I was just helping her.
And you?
For poisoning.
(Chuckles)
Up please.
So, can I get back to work now?
Fitz: No.
We still haven't figured out
who murdered Hilary.
So, you're gonna have to stick around.
Do you really think Myron
would have killed his mentor?
I don't know.
Karl and Hilary, Karl and Isabella,
Hilary and Silas were,
all of them sleeping together.
And why would Hilary go through
so much trouble to secure, age,
and bury a cadaver on a bog.
I know, it seems extreme for a prank.
Hilary needed the bog man
to pass the first glance test.
But she'd have to know the truth
would be discovered
once any real observations
were to be made.
She was buying time for what?
She was shipping something
fragile back to her university.
What if Hilary was on to
an actual discovery,
like more than she was letting on,
and she didn't want Karl to know?
Plant the viking to preoccupy
Karl, get him off her site,
and make him look like
an idiot in the process?
Arch: Myron's on the move.
Fitz: Where's he off
to in such a hurry?
(♪♪♪)
(Grunts)
What do you have there Myron?
No, Myron!
Stop!
Well, I guess he doesn't know
about the cliff edge
he's running toward.
(♪♪♪)
Myron!
(Panting)
(Seawaves crashing)
Arch: Myron!
Come on, we just want to talk to you.
That's a very dangerous place
you're standing.
Don't
Don't do anything you can't take back.
(Grunts)
(Sighs)
What are you hiding, Myron?
Myron: Please be careful.
Those are hermetically sealed.
These artifacts prove
a Portuguese settlement here
that predates others in North America.
Why were you and Hilary keeping
the discovery secret from the others?
We were afraid that Karl
would sabotage it,
or worse, claim it as his own.
Isabella's in Karl's camp.
Silas got no poker face.
His excitement
would have been palpable.
So, you'd solidify Hilary's career
and make your own?
She was reckless.
The entire fiasco with the viking
threatened my reputation.
You knew she faked it?
She and Isabella snuck in late,
whispering.
It didn't take a genius to
figure out what they did,
once Karl burst into the inn
with his great find.
Idiot.
So, what did you do?
Hilary and I struck up a bargain.
I promised not to report her.
She promised to list me
on the discovery.
A bargain or extortion?
Arch: And then she died,
leaving you with all this.
I know where you're going,
but I wouldn't need to kill her
for the glory.
Once the police were involved,
I sent registered mail
to my campus office,
detailing that Hilary faked the viking.
If she reneged on our bargain,
I'd give it to the Dean.
I had to protect my future.
Killing her career, making your own.
Arch: So, much for being teacher's pet.
(Bells tolling in distance)
Isabella, Myron,
and Silas are all in custody.
Karl is still in the hospital.
They all had motive and opportunity.
But we've got no hard evidence.
And Camille is at home
awaiting poisoning charges.
But with her, there's no motive
for why she'd want to kill Hilary.
I made some calls after our chat.
Seems that Camille not only had
her property assessed,
but she has a very motivated buyer.
Do you know who?
Mel-muth holdings, based in the UK.
Sale of that land is
gonna set her up for life.
So, it got me thinking,
wouldn't a buyer want
to develop that land?
But if Hilary and her merry band
of archaeologists have made
an actual discovery
The whole area would be
designated a heritage site
by the government of France.
Development would never be allowed.
And the sale would fall through.
What?
Something about the twine
That was used to bind Hilary's wrists.
They look like an old clothesline.
This clothesline looks new to me.
You?
Arch: Yeah, like it
was replaced recently.
Fitz, look.
Some of the old clothesline.
Wait.
(♪♪♪)
I bet this matches the rope
that was used to bind Hilary's wrists.
So, Camille kills Hilary,
binds her hands,
tries to stage her body
to look like the bog man.
Why?
To frame Karl, the students, maybe?
Then replaced the weathered
clothesline with this new one.
We need more to nail her.
Burning bush, this time
of the year, should be red.
Like those two.
This was freshly planted.
It's as good a place as any
to stash a murder weapon,
wouldn't you say?
Oh yeah, this was
just laid down recently.
It's curved.
Just like the fracture
in Hilary's skull.
(Door opens)
(♪♪♪)
I never thought those charlatans
were gonna find anything on my land.
I needed the money
and I had nothing to lose.
You need us to call you a lawyer?
I think we're past that, aren't we?
I thought you said he was
gonna recuse himself.
I think he made the right call.
She's opening up to him.
I overheard Hilary and Myron.
Something about the bog man
being a distraction for Karl.
And you know for a second I thought,
thank god, "I'm gonna be able to sell."
Then they spoke
about their extraordinary find.
And I went to see it for myself.
And she had found a real discovery.
And that meant that the land
was gonna be tied up
for god knows how long.
It was gonna be unsellable.
You, more than anyone, knows
I needed to get off this island.
The sale, the money.
It was my only way out.
Alright. Tell me
what happened, Camille.
Camille: It just happened fast.
It was like a well thought-out plan.
(Grunts, thuds)
I grabbed the first thing
I could find
the clothes line.
I've been a pariah in this town
Since Antoine left me.
People believing I'm a murderer.
And in that moment,
I finally became one.
I'd always wished
a happy ending for you, Camille.
You've been a good friend.
And I didn't mean for
any of this to happen.
But my life ended
10 years ago.
(♪♪♪)
(Sirens wailing in distance)
I know that wasn't easy.
You sealed the case.
Contrary to what you seem
to believe, I am a good cop.
Whose corporation wants
to buy Camille's land?
Gallagher?
Marcus: Mel-muth
holdings withdrew their deal.
That's all I know.
But you can go ahead
and say what's really on your mind.
You're on Gallagher's payroll.
There you go.
Aren't you relieved to
finally get that off your chest?
So, you're not denying it?
You think you have all the
answers, don't you, Arch?
Help me understand.
Marcus: I know you think I'm a fool.
But I know exactly what I'm
doing with Sean Gallagher.
Keep him close,
so I can watch him closer.
Hmm.
A master plan.
Convenient, Marcus.
Will that help you to sleep
while you take his money?
Gallagher is the devil we know.
I know you don't understand that.
But he keeps people like him
off our island.
Get rid of him, you gotta be
ready for who takes his place.
(♪♪♪)
Even in a plastic cup.
It's still pretty good.
Mmm.
The French know their wine.
Hmm.
Robert's gonna propose.
I am not the only traveller ♪
who has not repaid his debt ♪
Well, you already know
my take on the guy.
(Scoffs)
I assume you've already
made up your mind.
You'll say yes.
to follow again ♪
Will I?
Take me back to the night we met ♪
We had a pretty good run, didn't we?
Before I screwed it up.
Hey, it wasn't all on you.
Fitz: Come on.
It wasn't.
You did your best.
My undercover work.
I ruined it.
I know that.
Not to ride along with you ♪
Hey, I guess this is the part
where I say congratulations.
(Sniffles)
Take me back to the night we met ♪
I'll never not love you.
I wish that wasn't true.
It would be way easier.
I think you're the love of my life.
You're mine, too.
I want you to be happy.
I do. I want you to be happy.
You deserve to be happy.
I mean it.
When you had not touched me yet ♪
Oh, yeah.
Oh, take me back to the night
we met ♪
Bye, Don.
(Sniffles)
I had all and then most of you ♪
some and now none of you ♪
Bye, mer.
Take me back to the night we met ♪
(Sighs)
I don't know
what I'm supposed to do ♪
haunted by the ghost of you ♪
take me back to the night we met ♪
(Clears throat)
(♪♪♪)
(Sighs)
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