FITZ: Patty seem a little sharp to you?
DIARD: Patty’s joining me for my upcoming trip to Paris HQ.
And I want us to help each other.
FITZ: Why did you invite Dr. Théo?
-He has decades of therapeutic practice.
GALLAGHER: A grown man can’t be living his best life
in a cheap motel.
["Believer" by Imagine Dragons playing]
♪ First things first ♪
♪ I’ma say all the words inside my head ♪
♪ I’m fired up and tired of the way ♪
♪ That things have been ♪
♪ Oh-ooh ♪
♪ The way that things have been ♪
♪ Oh-ooh ♪
♪ Second thing second ♪
♪ Don’t you tell me what you think that I can be ♪
♪ I’m the one at the sail ♪
♪ I’m the master of my sea ♪
♪ Oh-ooh ♪
♪ The master of my sea ♪
♪ Oh-ooh... ♪
-Your cup looks like it’s about to melt in your hand.
-These cups might not look like much,
but they have their benefits.
-I’m all ears.
-A, they’re free;
I get a new one from the hotel every morning.
And two, they hold all kinds of different liquids--
you know, water, coffee, wine--
but they exist for a finite amount of time,
and then they disintegrate.
-So, you’re forced to drink your wine quickly?
-Exactly.
-Interesting.
♪ Believer ♪
♪ Pain! ♪
♪ Oh, let the bullets fly ♪
♪ Oh, let them rain... ♪
[gunfire]
♪ You made me a, you made me a believer, believer... ♪
-I think I’m slightly better.
-Of course you do.
♪ All the hate that you’ve heard ♪
♪ Has turned your spirit to a dove ♪
PATTY: I just want to say how grateful I am
that you’ve asked me to come with you to Paris.
-Well, we both know your future is very bright, Patty,
and it’s about time people who matter know it too.
You’re destined for more than just working for the SPMP,
and I want to make sure that the brass see you the way I do.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Bienvenue. Welcome aboard.
-So, what’s on the agenda?
Aside from your presentation for your annual report.
-We’ll discuss it over a glass of Château Pétrus
at L’Oiseau Blanc. We have a sunset reservation.
That’s the fun thing about a work trip...
It’s not all work.
[phone ringing]
-La cabine.
[mysterious music]
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: What?
♪
-[banging on cockpit door] -Open the door!
[muffled male voice]
-Excuse me, I’m Prefect Diard.
My officer, Montclair-Ito. What’s going on?
-A man just called. -Okay, take a deep breath.
Tell me exactly what the man said.
♪
[siren wailing]
[indistinct announcement in French]
-What’s going on?
-Come with me.
A man called just before takeoff,
claiming the aircraft was rigged with an explosive.
There are 18 passengers, plus flight crew on board.
-Patty and Diard are on that plane.
-The airport’s completely locked down.
We’re evacuating now.
Everyone goes back to the station.
-The man who called this in,
he threatened that all the plane’s exits and entrances
are wired; they’re booby-trapped.
-Anyone tries to get on or off...
-Boom.
[dramatic music]
[theme music]
♪
-Beatrice Rouelle? You’re in charge here?
-Yes. Director of Operations.
-Okay, we’re gonna need a timeline for that airplane.
When it landed, where it came from.
-Flight PJ23109 arrived from Paris last night at 10:00 PM.
It was groomed and then refuelled for the next flight.
-And after that, it was unattended all night?
-That’s right.
RENUF: Bomb threat came in at 8:40 AM,
direct to the plane’s onboard phone.
The message was relayed to air traffic control.
-As soon as we got it, we initiated safety protocol.
We grounded all aircrafts
and rerouted all air traffic from here.
-The bomber called the plane’s phone directly?
-Ah, it works essentially like a landline
when the plane is docked.
-So, we could trace that call?
RENUF: Maybe. I’ve got the manifest
with everyone’s names and those who were on the inbound flight.
-Also, we’re gonna need a list of all the people
who had access to that plane. No one’s to be left out, okay?
-Absolutely.
FITZ: Marcus...
Have we had any demands yet?
-Not yet.
Our guys are scanning the plane from a distance
to assess the legitimacy of the threat.
-Obviously, we have to treat this as the real deal
until proven otherwise.
ARCH: Has anyone called Patty or Diard?
-Negative. We’ve banned all cell phones
and wireless electronics around the airport.
-The other frequencies could interact with the device.
-Mm-hm. -Good call.
-Well, right now, we’re in the dark,
but with two of ours on the plane,
I’m not taking any chances.
-We don’t have to.
That plane, the onboard phone, it’s like a landline.
♪
-What’s the situation with the flight crew?
-Cockpit door’s jammed.
Bomber must have tampered with the automatic lock system.
Plus, the cockpit comms are disabled.
We didn’t think it would be safe to force it open.
-The attendant is clearly new to the job.
I’m in command now.
-Diard, not to be indelicate,
but do you have any enemies you want to talk to us about?
-[mute button beeps] -That’s gonna be a long list.
-What are you suggesting, Inspector?
-He’s suggesting this might be politically motivated.
You’ve cut a deal with Gallagher, Interpol,
and who knows who else.
We have to examine every angle.
Why are you headed to Paris?
-I can assure you my travel plans
involve nothing controversial.
Do you have anyone...
familiar with disarming an explosive device like this?
-Uh, yes, ma’am. Our bomb expert is on the way.
And trust me, we’re gonna get you off that plane safely.
-Keep this line open.
-Do we tell the passengers what’s going on?
-No, it’s best to keep things under wraps.
We say "bomb," they panic. They start calling and texting.
Next thing we know, we have a mutiny.
We need to contain the situation.
Can I have your attention?
I am Prefect Charlotte Diard.
I’ve just been informed that there is a technical issue
with the plane. So, for safety measures,
we’re required to lower the window shades.
PATTY: And the pilot says cell phones
and personal electronics could potentially be interfering
with the navigational systems.
-Yes, please.
Officer Montclair-Ito will collect all of yours,
including smart watches.
[passengers murmuring]
-Thank you. Merci .
PASSENGER: Sir. Sir.
I don’t think now’s the time to ignore the instruction
to turn off your phone.
-I need to let my wife know I’m going to be late.
-Oh, sir, I can’t let you do that.
-This seems excessive.
-We’re all doing this as a safety precaution,
even the prefect.
-Of course.
♪
[phone clatters]
♪
-Thank you.
RENUF: We’re sorting through everyone who was at the airport.
We’ve called in all available officers
to help us verify each story.
-It’s gonna take forever.
ARCH: Yeah. Lucky we have a secret weapon.
Hey, any success tracing the origin of the call?
-None. Whoever called it in
knew how to cover their tracks.
-Uh, Marcus called me and updated me on the situation.
-I’m glad he did.
Okay, this is... this is driving me crazy.
I need somewhere to focus.
You, out!
You, in.
♪
[camera clicks]
-If we’re dealing with a person that planted a bomb on a plane,
we might want to explore the idea that they may be...
-Out of their mind?
-Well, we should be prepared for a certain amount of instability.
-We tracked down Simone.
She’s headed to the airport now.
-We don’t have an official bomb squad,
so we use a local demolition expert.
-Did they make any demands? -Not yet.
We’re still trying to figure out who the target is,
if there even is a target.
THÉO: Well, bombers are certainly not my speciality,
but these type of cases tend to involve individuals
with a fairly common profile.
FITZ: Such as?
-Likely male, age 25 to 50,
technical training or military background.
-Planting a bomb is a radical move.
-Very. So, your suspect will likely have a tendency
towards rigid thinking.
-Maybe someone with an axe to grind?
-Perhaps, or a possible history of grievances,
social isolation, sense of marginalization.
Often exhibiting high levels of anger or resentment
towards authority or institutions.
-Like an airport or airline?
-Or the police.
♪
THÉO: Bombers are typically motivated by extremism
or revenge.
The fact that they didn’t mention a specific target
or make any demands...
suggests that the threat of death
might be the point.
-He wants people to be afraid.
-So, we can assume that our guy,
he’s probably still in Saint-Pierre.
He wants to be close enough
so he can sense the panic in the air.
-I’d say so.
-All right, well, we cover all the bases, starting with Diard.
Her position in government, her rank,
her personal life, her past.
ARCH: And until we can learn more about the potential target,
I want details on every passenger.
-And Renuf, can you please get us a list
of anyone who had access to that plane?
[suspenseful music]
SIMONE: The caller claimed the device
is wired into the electrical system.
If that’s true, it should be giving off a heat signature
I could track.
We can get in here...
This hatch isn’t wired.
-Are you sure?
-Sure as I can be.
But just in case, you might want to leave.
-I’m not going anywhere.
All right, everyone, back inside the airport!
♪
[detector beeping]
SIMONE: Got something.
SIMONE: Oh, shit.
[exhales]
-Is it real?
-We have what’s called a bad news, bad news situation.
-What’s the first bad news?
-Well, there is a bomb.
Yay.
-And the second?
-Bomb has a timer.
And we have under four hours.
[dramatic music]
♪
-Simone tells me this satellite phone is safe to use.
-So, you’re telling us... what? We have four hours?
-A little less.
-Simone, are you sure you can handle this?
-I mean... I’ll do my best.
-I’m gonna need a little more reassurance than that.
-IEDs are a little like playing Russian roulette.
The only one who knows exactly what we’re dealing with
is the psycho who built it.
-Looks like you and me are gonna play a little
Russian roulette, then.
♪
-These aren’t the, uh, best circumstances to see each other.
-Definitely.
Still, we appreciated your insight.
-Do not underestimate this guy.
Whoever he is, he will be unwell, unpredictable.
♪
-Are you as worried as I am about Patty and Diard?
-Well, of course, but we’re gonna solve this thing
in less than three hours and 42 minutes.
-Patty and I, we’ve just been so...
off lately, but, Fitz,
I swear if anything were to happen to her...
-I’ve had teams scouring airport security logs.
One stood out.
ARCH: Malcolm Duffy?
RENUF: Airport baggage handler.
He scanned his security access card,
clocked in for work at 5:00 AM.
-Let me guess.
No one saw him again after he punched in.
-I sent people to his house. No sign of him.
Veda?
-I’m assuming we’re tracking his vehicle?
-Alerts are out everywhere.
-Uh, Veda, I have a cell phone number for him.
-Oh, great.
Okay...
Well, if this guy has a signal,
I won’t tell you how, but I’ll find him.
-How long?
-How’s now?
He’s at the beach.
[sirens wailing]
[seagulls calling]
[sirens approaching]
[car doors opening and closing]
-Hey, whoa, whoa-- what?
-Malcolm Duffy?
-Put the box down.
And stay where you are.
-Wha...?
-It’s hard, not being able to do anything.
I’m getting pretty restless myself.
-I saw you talk to a few of the passengers.
Anything of use?
-Aside from how stressed everyone is
about not knowing what’s going on...
not really.
I will say, it’s hard to see how any of these people
could be a target.
-So, you agree with Fitzpatrick, then?
You think it’s me?
-You’re the prefect.
As Arch said, bomb threats are often politically motivated.
-Disgruntled citizens are part of the job.
People won’t always like you.
Learn the lesson now, Patty.
If you want to be a leader,
you have to make tough decisions.
You can’t be everyone’s friend.
-Um, we have a serious problem.
Uh, I’m a doctor.
My seatmate, he’s got pain shooting up his arm
and having heart palpitations.
[ominous music]
-You’re recorded as using your airport access card
this morning.
MALCOLM: What are you talking about? I...
-Why did you flee from work today?
-Today’s my day off.
-Where’s your security card?
-Uh, it’s in my glove box. It’s the same as always.
FITZ: Buddy, we searched your vehicle,
and all we found was some fishing gear.
-Does anyone else have access to your vehicle?
-Uh, n-no. No.
And it hasn’t been broken into, so I...
-Does anyone else have a key? -No.
Why would somebody steal my security card?
-Well, you’ll have to help us figure that out, Mr. Duffy.
-Guys, bring him to holding until we get back.
-What? Why?
-We’ll need you in custody until we can confirm your story.
[Malcolm sighs]
♪
ARCH: Say our bomber did steal Duffy’s security pass.
-Likely means that he’s not really
an employee of the airport.
-But he would have known where Duffy keeps it.
-Oh, check this out.
So, airport cameras gave us nothing by the plane,
but at the service gate,
a maintenance truck entered at 5:34 AM,
registered to an Esther Cormier.
She services water filtration systems,
exactly the same ones as on the planes.
-Okay, well, that’s one way to have full access to the plane.
-Well, there’s more. Look.
[clicking mouse]
ARCH: Emails between Cormier and Diard?
VEDA: Mm-hm.
-How do you have these?
-Uh, I hacked Diard’s email server.
You know, just to check for threats or anything
that might ping, but it turns out Cormier and Diard
have been in a pretty tense dispute
over issues about Cormier’s land.
-Cormier blames Diard
for ruling in her neighbour’s favour over acres of land.
VEDA: Cormier is claiming there’s a personal connection
and Diard is in conflict.
-Planting a bomb on a plane over some... land?
-It’s extreme, but it’s worth looking into.
Come on.
ARCH: Hmm. "Trespassers will be shot."
Not fond of guests, I see.
-Well, she hasn’t met us yet.
We’re very charming.
[tense music]
♪
[metal clicks]
[explosion]
FITZ: Whoa!
Was that a flashbang?
-Guns on the ground!
Now!
[dramatic music]
-You got one crossbow; we’ve got two guns.
Do the math.
-The hell are you doing on my property?
-We’re the police.
♪
-Put it down! -On your knees!
Hands behind your head.
[dramatic music]
♪
-Drop it!
-Yes, I hate Diard.
I think she’s corrupt and she’s a piece of garbage.
Her and my neighbour tried to steal half my land.
-Do you have any evidence?
-No, ’cause if I did,
then I wouldn’t have lost the case.
-You changed out the water filters
on a plane this morning.
But the records show they did not need to be serviced
until next month.
-Well, I got a call late last night
saying that they needed to be serviced ASAP.
So, it seemed pretty stupid,
but why would I try to fight something
bringing me some overtime hours?
-Who called you? Airport authority?
-[sighs angrily]
FITZ: Stay still.
-[clicking sound] -Thank you.
-Yeah, I guess. Who else would it have been?
-Which number?
-It’s the last number on my cell.
-Walk us through exactly what happened this morning.
-There’s no service; it’s not going through.
It’s probably the same burner that called the airplane.
-I got there at around 5:30 and I swapped out the filters
and then I did a hard reboot on the electrical system.
-Did you open up the plane yourself?
-No, a ground crew guy did,
and he said that he would close it up
once the reboot was done.
-So, it was still open when you left?
-Yeah.
-Do you know the ground crew guy?
-I mean, I recognize him. I don’t know his name.
I hadn’t seen him in a while.
-You’re coming with us.
To look at some pictures while we can confirm
what you’re telling us.
FITZ: Draw a little map
so there’s no surprises for our officers
when they come search this place.
[suspenseful music]
RENUF: Cormier ID’d the ground crew member
who let her in this morning as this guy:
Jean Barbeau.
-Barbeau was fired from the airport
a couple of months ago.
-I checked the logs of everyone who’s processed
and brought back to the station.
Barbeau’s not on it.
-Right, but he could have slipped away easily
when we were evacuating the airport.
RENUF: We searched.
No record of Barbeau having a vehicle; not married.
-He has an engineering degree.
He worked at Dynami-Q, a robotics company,
prior to working at the airport.
-Who leaves a robotics company to work at the airport?
-Demotion in status, a job lost,
angry he was fired, feeling marginalized.
-Starting to sound a little bit like Dr. Théo.
-Barbeau would know his way around
complicated tech and mechanics.
Let’s go get him.
This guy is currently the only lead we have.
[phone ringing]
Yes, boss? Any update?
-Simone’s been running diagnostics,
but it’s process of elimination.
It could be one of 100 different types.
SIMONE: I just X-rayed it.
The casing appears to be plastic.
But from the size and configuration alone...
I’d say this one’s powerful.
-How powerful?
[timer beeping steadily]
[handle clicks]
-Powerful enough to take out the plane.
♪
[timer beeping steadily]
And half the airport.
[tense music]
-Try slow breaths.
Slow breaths, yes. Okay, great.
So, I’m gonna give you some oxygen.
All right, good.
Deep, slow breaths.
-[inhales deeply]
-Can you watch him?
♪
I’m an oncologist, not a cardiologist.
We need medics or this man will die.
-Medics aren’t able to board.
-Excuse me?
-We need to tell them.
[dramatic music]
♪
DOCTOR: Hi. Okay...
♪
- Mesdames et messieurs,
I’m afraid to say that we’ve learned
that we have a credible bomb threat.
[passengers gasping]
[dramatic music]
-Renuf?
-We’re covering all of the exits.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Nothing.
-You didn’t find anything that was screaming
bomb-making materials?
ARCH: Oh, look.
He’s a fan of paper cups.
Like you.
-No one’s a fan of paper cups, Arch.
They’re just a product of circumstance.
♪
ARCH: These are mostly medical documents
and articles printed from the internet.
♪
-Renuf...
See if you can find an ID on this one.
RENUF: Mm-hm.
-[camera clicks] -Okay.
Oh, and I-I’ll send to, uh, Veda.
It’s funny, my instinct was to send to Patty, but...
I hope she’s, uh, going to be okay.
-She will be.
We’re going to figure this all out
and get her out of there.
-What is the connection between these two?
Barbeau, he’s not married.
Definitely she doesn’t live here.
-Not sure that she’s living at all.
-She’s a cancer patient.
ARCH: The medical research...
This is it.
A flight schedule, and...
this is a picture of the doctor
who wrote most of these articles.
FITZ: She look familiar to you?
-Do you have the passenger manifest on your phone?
Can you bring it up?
♪
FITZ: 2D, Dr. Tori Godin.
This woman is on that plane.
[dramatic music]
-Do we have any idea what this is about yet?
Everyone is on edge.
-We’re doing everything we can.
-I’m afraid Mr. Volpe is in trouble.
I can’t stress enough--
-Trust me, we want off this plane as much as anyone.
-[gasping]
PASSENGER: Doctor, come quickly!
-Mr. Volpe...
Mr. Volpe!
His heart stopped.
PATTY: Okay, everybody, back up! Give them some space!
DR. GODIN: Get the defibrillator.
All right, I need a blanket and some pillows.
We’re gonna get him down here on the floor, okay?
All right...
♪
Now, I need you to take over, okay?
Same rhythm.
While I get this ready.
Pass the defibrillator.
Now, when I call "clear," hands away, no contact.
-Got it.
-All right. -[defibrillator whirs]
Okay, clear!
[defibrillator zaps]
[defibrillator whirs]
DR. GODIN: Keep going.
Clear!
[defibrillator zaps]
[defibrillator whirs]
DR. GODIN: Don’t let up until I tell you.
PATTY: Come on, come on.
-Clear! -[defibrillator zaps]
-[gasps]
-[exhales in relief] We got a pulse!
-[breathing slowly]
-His heart could stop again at any second,
and I doubt we’ll be so lucky next time.
-I’ll let the team know.
I’m sure they’re working as fast as they can.
-Dr. Tori Godin is a leading researcher
in experimental cancer treatments.
She’s kind of famous in her field.
VEDA: There were two names on the lease at the house
that Barbeau lived in before, okay?
Barbeau and a Carol Lefevre, a marine biologist, divorced.
She was a patient at Dr. Godin’s clinic,
but she died six months ago. Cancer.
-Well, whoever she was,
she clearly meant something to Barbeau.
ARCH: Carol is divorced?
-Years ago.
She didn’t change her last name after the split,
but her maiden name is Duffy.
-Duffy?
As in Malcolm Duffy?
MALCOLM: I-I don’t understand.
Wha-- what does this have to do with my sister, Carol?
-We need to find Jean Barbeau.
-Jean?
Why? What’s going on?
-We believe Barbeau planted a bomb
on an airplane this morning.
Carol’s doctor, Dr. Godin, is a passenger.
-Uh...
Well...
Jean would have known where I kept my access pass,
b-but... a bomb?
-We have very little time. Focus.
We need to know if anything happened between Barbeau
and Dr. Godin.
-Uh... [exhales] Okay.
Well, yeah, no, um, Jean...
Jean lived for Carol.
They got together after her divorce.
They were like giddy teenagers.
And then... she got sick.
-So, they signed up for Godin’s clinic?
-Yeah, experimental treatments, expensive ones.
Jean quit his job to be with her,
spent his savings.
I actually got him his job at the airport.
For a while, it looked like it would work.
And then, i-it didn’t.
And Jean spiralled after that.
FITZ: Did Barbeau blame Godin for Carol’s death?
-[exhales]
[inhales]
♪
-Look, we know he worked in robotics.
We know he’s more than capable of making a bomb like this.
♪
-I don’t know where he is. I swear.
-We didn’t find any supplies at his home.
Wherever he built that bomb, he did it somewhere else.
Any idea where that could be?
-[sighs] No.
-He didn’t have any vehicles registered in his name,
but this camper...
does it mean anything to you?
-Uh, he and Carol used it all the time.
-It wasn’t parked at his house.
Where would he be?
-Think.
-Uh... he used it for hunting
until, uh, Carol turned him into a bird-watcher like her.
It’s how they spent her final days.
[door opens]
-Marcus is looking for you. It’s urgent.
-Boss, we’re here. What’s going on?
-The scans shouldn’t have affected anything, but...
something happened.
and we don’t know why.
-What? No!
-How much time do we have?
SIMONE: Around 90 minutes.
[tense music]
MARCUS: [phone] I hate to say this to you,
but if you don’t figure this out,
everyone dies.
[dramatic music]
RENUF: Our people are looking for the camper,
but God knows where it could be by now.
-If he parked it somewhere remote,
it’s about 90% of this island.
-What would Théo say?
-Not the time. -No, I’m serious.
Jean Barbeau, he’s emotionally motivated.
-Okay. Yeah, so?
-Maybe he’s hiding someplace
that means something to both him and Carol.
-Yeah, Barbeau had some rare bird-watching books
at his place, hard-to-find books
that focused specifically on shorebirds.
-You took pictures of everything at his place, right?
-Yeah, and don’t worry, data’s off.
It’s in airplane mode.
FITZ: Any idea where that is? RENUF: I know the area.
Barbeau and Carol love shorebirds.
There’s only three places on the island where you can find them.
-Which of these places have road access for a camper?
-Uh, only one for sure. I’ll show you.
-Okay, send some unit to the other locations,
just in case.
-[sighs]
If we get him to a hospital in the next few hours,
he has a chance.
-I thought he was gone.
-Me too.
-They tell you in med school that patients dying
is a part of the job, not to take it personally,
but every time...
it takes a part of you.
[phone beeps]
Is that... someone’s phone?
-They’re all supposed to be off.
-[phone beeps] -[sighs]
[door opens]
♪
[door closes]
[tense music]
♪
[exhales]
♪
FITZ: No one here.
-Schematics, laptop...
-Well, even if we don’t have Barbeau,
if we can figure out whatever bomb he made,
we’ll be able to help Simone.
-He’s still logged in, but... [sighs]
Where do I start?
-Arch, look.
All these schematics, they all have the same web address.
ARCH: Let me check that site.
[keyboard clicking]
It looks like the dark web. These are links to video files.
BOTH: Veda.
ARCH: I’m sending them to her.
-Nothing and no one within a kilometre that I could see.
-Search this place, Renuf.
[timer beeping steadily]
♪
-Veda, what are you doing here?
-I have something Simone might need.
-Do you understand this is a risk?
-Yup.
Simone, does something called an XC202 ring a bell?
-Uh, yeah, they call it a blackbird cell.
A complex IED the guys in my forums talk about.
-I hope you can make sense of this.
[timer continues beeping]
-Huh, this is what I need.
We have the schematics.
I can do this.
-Veda, you need to go.
♪
[timer continues beeping]
♪
-We got five minutes left. [exhales]
Hope it’s enough time for Simone.
[tense music]
♪
What?
-Uh, I’m not sure, but something about this video is... off.
-What do you mean? -Wait.
-Arch, what? -No...
[line trilling]
[timer beeping steadily]
[phone ringing]
-Yeah?
-Boss, I need to talk to Simone right now.
-She can hear you.
-A little busy here, Arch.
-Simone, you need to stop.
Listen, the video Barbeau studied to build the bomb,
it’s flipped.
-W-what are you talking about?
-It’s probably to avoid the filters on the web,
but I zoomed in and the numbers on the components are backwards.
The video image is inverted.
[timer continues beeping]
-So, that means Barbeau might have wired this whole thing
backwards when he built it.
ARCH: [phone] Right, so, whatever you were going to do,
whatever cable you need to cut,
you might want to do the exact opposite.
[tense music]
♪
[timer continues beeping]
♪
[timer continues beeping]
[tense music intensifies]
♪
-Well, damn.
ARCH: [phone] Simone?
What’s going on? What’s wrong?
-Sorry. That was a good "damn."
You were right, Arch.
FITZ: [phone] Right about what? Meaning what?
-The timer stopped. The bomb’s disarmed.
[both sigh in relief]
-[sighs]
-You did good.
-[laughs]
[phone ringing]
♪
-Oh...
-Everyone, the bomb has been disabled.
We’re safe.
[people clapping and exclaiming in relief]
♪
-Mr. Volpe is on his way to the hospital.
Looks like he’s gonna recover.
-The timer on the bomb...
Why did the timer jump forward?
-What are you asking me? -Barbeau is still out there.
On those videos that you were looking at online,
did it show any way that you could access
the timer on the bomb remotely?
ARCH: Simone?
-Hero, maybe.
But either way, drinks are on Fitz.
-How close would someone have to be
to be able to access the remote timer on that bomb?
-They’d have to be close.
[phone ringing]
-He’s here.
He’s here. He’s been here the entire time.
Renuf?
-Wherever Jean Barbeau is,
I think he’s armed.
-Armed how?
RENUF: I found evidence of a very high quality sniper scope
and some heavy-duty, long-range bullets too.
[police radio chatter]
-Everybody, get down!
This isn’t over!
-Get down, get down!
[tense music]
♪
ARCH: Stop!
-Over here too.
JEAN: I have to finish this for Carol.
Godin took her from me.
ARCH: No, Jean.
It was the cancer that took her.
-You know nothing.
You know nothing about this. You could never understand.
-We understand enough. We know that Carol loved life.
-She wouldn’t want this.
FITZ: Deep down, you know that’s true.
That’s why you had a remote trigger on the bomb,
so you could stay close.
You could make sure that no one innocent got hurt.
-You set the bomb so Godin would be afraid,
feel her life hanging in the balance,
just like Carol.
-We went back and forth on that plane
to Godin’s so-called miracle clinic.
She sold us hope when there was none.
FITZ: Okay, hey...
I’m gonna holster my weapon,
and you and me, we are just gonna talk, all right?
Losing the love of your life...
it’s horrible.
It hurts, and you want to find somewhere to put all that hurt,
all that anger.
Sometimes it’s just...
it’s no one’s fault.
-Take another step, I pull the trigger.
FITZ: Okay.
-Carol, she was so small at the end.
I held her; I almost thought she would break.
-Think of Carol right now.
-We were supposed to grow old together.
-And what she would say about all this.
-Maybe I will have to answer to Carol...
when I see her next.
-No! -[gunshot]
ARCH: On the ground! JEAN: No...
No!
[dramatic music]
♪
-[exhales]
♪
-[exhales]
-Oui, merci.
♪
ARCH: I was so worried about you.
-I’m fine.
-Patty, you did such a great job.
Staying cool, keeping everyone else calm.
-And you saved Mr. Volpe’s life.
♪
Sorry your travel plans with le préfet were cancelled.
-Um, I’ll... I’ll meet you later.
Renuf told me the plan.
♪
DIARD: You coming with me?
-You didn’t turn your phone off, which could have killed us.
I-I saw your phone, your texts.
-Patty, what are you-- -You used me.
And you’re trying to get rid of Arch and Fitz.
That’s why you had me following them, to build your case.
-I told you, this job involves making difficult decisions.
I’m just doing what I think is best for Saint-Pierre.
-Okay, yeah, well, I’m done.
I won’t be a part of it.
-I guess you’re not as ready as I thought you were.
However, I still expect you to submit your full report.
And if you have anything on either of those two...
I expect to hear it.
-Yeah, well, that’s the thing...
I didn’t find anything on Arch or Fitz,
except what everyone except you already knows,
that they’re the best cops you could have at the SPMP.
Best of luck.
-Do you mind filing the paperwork tonight?
I have plans.
-Yeah.
Absolutely. Um...
I’m-- I’m better at filing paperwork anyways.
-Mm...
It’s good to be slightly better than me at something.
-Yeah.
♪
[church bell tolling]
[keyboard clicking]
[sighs]
[door opens]
[keys jingling]
-[keys clink down] -[door closes]
[upbeat music]
GROUP: Surprise!
-Wow... [chuckling] What is going on?
What did you do to my room?
-[sighs] I’m tired of the way you live,
so we took matters into our own hands.
RENUF: I think there’s, uh, too many throw pillows,
but otherwise it’s nice.
-[laughing] It’s very, very nice.
Thank you.
-I should be the one to thank all of you.
-Tonight we celebrate.
We almost lost members of our team today, so...
-And yet, somehow, we all survived.
ALL: Santé.
[clinking glasses]
RENUF: Oh, I love this song!
FITZ: Mmm!
-[Renuf turns up music] -Okay, come see.
["Julee" by Stéphane Bellity playing]
ARCH: Look...
No more paper cups for you.
-I can see that.
Very kind of you.
-You thought I bailed on you to do the paperwork?
Like... for real?
-I’ve never seen that necklace before.
Ah... gift from Dr. Théo?
-It’s just... it’s a little something.
-Looks very antique-y...
family heirloom, maybe...
Oh, boy.
-What?
-Did Dr. Théo give you his mother’s necklace?
♪
-Anyway.
-Hello! [laughs]
-What... hey... -Come on, come on, come on!
♪
-Where are you...? -To check on Patty.
FITZ: Arch?
-You okay out here?
-Yeah.
It’s just... big day.
-Mmm.
And what about us?
You and me, are we okay?
-I need to tell you something.
-What is it?
-Diard had me following you and Fitz,
and she thinks you’re hiding something.
-[scoffs]
I knew there was something off.
-She wants you out.
And I have no idea why she has it in for you both.
I’m sorry.
-I know.
Diard... [sighs]
Who knows why she does the things she does.
But how do you feel about it?
-I saw you and Fitz burning documents,
and then Gallagher visiting your place.
I have no idea what’s going on,
and I know it’s none of my business.
I just... I just want you to know
I didn’t tell Diard about any of it.
-You wanna walk me home?
-Yeah, of course.
♪
-I have a kind of crazy and long story.
-Okay. You’ve got my attention.
-Fitz and I are hitmen for Gallagher.
-[laughs] Stop.
-Okay, no, but we do run his entire drug organization.
-You know, Diard would actually buy that.
-And you know what?
I think I’d probably be really good at it.
No, but... real talk.
Um...
Patty...
what I’m about to tell you is...
something you would never expect.
-Okay...
♪