Saint-Pierre

I want updates, Archambault,

on all ongoing cases going forward.

Boss, she’s killing us.

When are you coming back?

Just don’t get on Diard’s bad side.

I was in Montreal when I was doing undercover.

His undercover op resulted in the takedown

of a big-time biker crew.

- Boom! You’re dead... - Again!

You just shot me like four times, Arch!

Honey, if you hesitate, you die.

And I like you too much, so please don’t die.

Hah!

-Boom. Dead.

Okay, it’s better, but you need to anticipate your opponent

will have an extra trick up their sleeve.

Send Arch location.

Can you just give me a second?

What’s up?

Fitz has never shared his location before.

That’s weird.

-Okay, I got this. Vas-y.

Why are you following me?

What message?

What is this? What is this, huh?!

Fitz!

What the hell is going on?

-He’s got a gun! Follow him! Hey!

Look back for his jacket.

No cell phone, no wallet, nothing.

-I searched his clothing. Also nothing.

So, what happened?

Why was that guy following you?

No idea, but I know I know him from somewhere.

He was saying something to me.

His French was too fast. Something about a message.

Hmm, sounds ominous.

- Hell of a start to a day. - Yeah.

The lorry driver?

Yeah, Vincent Castille, a local.

He’s shaken, poor guy.

The deceased had this on him.

See if you can get anything on it, including prints.

So...

what now?

-We get changed, and, uh... we go to work.

I sent his prints to your office

to run through the database.

No drugs in his system. But look at this.

Is this a brand?

Like, for cattle?

I knew he looked familiar.

He must have been around when I was undercover in Montreal.

You know him?

Not personally, but the Scorpions,

the biker gang that I infiltrated,

they used to brand their senior members.

Fitz, this guy...

was coming for you.

What are we looking for, exactly?

Anything to give us a clue as to why this man

was in Saint-Pierre.

You think he was sent here to kill you?

Payback for them finding out you were a cop?

-That op was a long time ago. Why now?

I mean, the whole viral video of you arresting

the Premier of Newfoundland?

Scorpions would know I’m here.

While the fingerprint scanner is doing its thing,

I circulated an image of the victim to hotels, BandBs.

He was staying here.

Oh, hey, look at this.

This is a, um, fried chicken restaurant.

There’s one in Burin, right by the ferry terminal

that takes you to Saint-Pierre.

I’ll check with the Burin transportation department

to see if they have a record of our guy getting on the ferry.

Probably have security cameras at the restaurant.

Check those as well.

Oh, hey, Patty.

Have a look through that.

See if you can find anything that links to our vic.

There’s a bunch of stuff on there from my undercover op.

So...

it’s confidential, okay?

Of course.

And, um, thank you.

Before we investigate our victim’s BnB,

we have to go check in.

With Diard?

I’ve been reading the reports.

What’s this dead biker who assaulted you all about?

Oh, we’re investigating a possible retribution

connected to an undercover op I used to work.

Operation Echo Point?

That’s right, yeah.

Need I remind you of my ground rules?

While Marcus is on leave, you must keep me in the loop.

You’ve read the report.

That’s all we have to go on.

What can you tell me about your undercover op?

Prefect, I’m sorry...

but that’s classified.

-Classified? For me?

Feel free to reach out to my old chief back home.

Maybe she could...

I’m just trying to help. Why were you pulled out?

Was your cover blown?

I was under for a long time.

My family needed me. I needed them.

Pretending to be someone you’re not for that long

can, um...

take its toll.

Fine.

You can leave now.

"You can leave now."

Who talks to people like that?

Well, bedside manner is not Diard’s greatest quality,

that’s for sure.

Yeah.

No indication anyone stayed in this room.

Spoke to the owner.

Only two guests are checked in...

some newlyweds down the hall,

and the guy who rented this room,

his name was Stephen Jolie.

Likely fake.

She also said he had a bunch of bags with him.

I’m not seeing any.

There was no luggage in his car.

Where did all of his things go?

I don’t know, but this bed looks comfortable.

Maybe I’ll just take a little nap right now.

Ah, yeah, with a biker hitman here.

I have a feeling you’ll be sleepwalking all over the place.

-A-hah. A-hah.

- I’m telling you, they’re not. - Hi.

Hi!

Something wrong, officers?

No, we just wanted to ask you a few questions.

What’s your name?

- Sophie. - This is my husband, Alexandre.

Yeah, yeah, we just got married.

-Congratulations. Honeymoon?

That’s right.

There was a guest staying down the hall.

We just wanted to know if you saw him, spoke to him,

got his name?

-Uh, no, not... not really, no.

Why, has something happened to him?

He actually died this morning.

Oh my God.

Wow, that’s... that’s awful.

You didn’t happen to see if he had any visitors?

His luggage, all of his things, they’re...

they’re gone.

No, we were at dinner till late last night.

Yeah, you know, we actually have

our Al Capone walking tour starting soon.

Can we maybe just get your number?

I’ll call you if we see anything suspicious.

- Sure. - Sure.

Thanks.

Oh, and you won’t have much luck

finding a golf course on the island.

Oh. Yeah.

I have them with me wherever I go,

just in case.

Well... have a nice day.

Fitz?

I’m looking all over that thing you asked me to do.

I’ll keep you posted.

Thanks.

So, I checked with the harbour authority...

our victim came over on the last ferry two days ago.

He entered through an official port of entry, so...

So there’s no way he would have got a gun past customs.

And I checked the gun through every database.

As it happens, it had a match for a stolen gun

reported a few years ago.

So, he got it in Saint-Pierre.

So, who in town sells illegal weapons?

There’s a guy, a total douche,

and I’ve been trying to find a way to nail him for years,

and nothing ever sticks.

You must be talking about Gus.

100%, I am.

And I’ve always suspected him of selling guns in Saint-Pierre.

Might be worth a chat.

Okay.

Looks like you’ve had quite the payday.

How nice to see you again, Arch.

Sorry, uh...

can’t stick around.

No, Gus! Don’t run!

Bonjour , Gus.

What do you know about him?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I had nothing to do with his death.

How did you know he was dead?

He doesn’t look like he’s just taking a nap.