Saint-Pierre

Sure, we both know Gallagher's a crook,

but why do you have such an axe to grind?

You really want to know?

Tell me everything and start at the beginning.

What's all this?

Private financial records.

If there's a magic bullet to bring Sean Gallagher down,

it's in here.

What the hell are you doing?

Where are you going?

Fitz!

Come look at this!

When was the last time you slept?

Some of your Gallagher intel predates your arrival

in Saint-Pierre.

Hey.

You were investigating Gallagher back when you were in Paris.

Why?

These invoices Veda discovered connect Gallagher

to a shell company, Melmoth Holdings.

Isn't that the company that was trying

to buy Camille Previn's bogland?

Melmoth has history with the law.

In Europe and beyond.

And look at this.

This is bail receipt for weapons charged

against Melmoth Holdings.

Look at where all the wire transfers originated from.

Saint-Pierre.

Gallagher was in deep with weapon smugglers.

I've got him, Fitz.

Oh, we gotta go to work.

You need to see this.

Over here.

Bonjour, monsieur.

Uh, the guys were cleaning their catch,

and found this.

Is that a finger?

Afraid so.

François, he's an old friend, called me right away.

Okay, which one of you let the knife slip?

Uh, you see, it's not one of theirs.

That is so gross.

Like a demented case of Cinderella.

The finger is the glass slipper.

We just hope that Cinderella is still alive.

Missing finger.

Well, that really has a happy ending.

What could be as simple as like a, you know, boating accident

or a fishing mishap at sea?

It doesn't necessarily mean there's a body at the bottom

- of the ocean. - Hmm.

In my experience, when something like this happens,

there's always more goin' on than it seems.

I've seen cases of murder victims having their fingers

removed to make hiding the body more difficult.

- Or impossible. - That is bleak.

Natasha, what do you make of the little guy?

Well, it's fairly fresh,

granted, it was in the belly of a fish in the Atlantic Ocean.

Coldness could preserve a body part for up to ten days.

I would say, hmm, maybe a week.

Removed peri or post-mortem?

Well, I don't know that yet, Arch.

Well, based on the coarseness of the skin, the hair,

likely a male.

Maybe you can lift a print.

Anything to help us ID the owner?

Yes, I will do all of that, okay?

You know, we're already at the hospital, so...

So, you wanna go check upstairs

and see if anyone came in to have a hand wound treated?

Yeah. Go upstairs.

Faster you go upstairs, faster I get you answers.

Got it.

Excusez-moi. Bonjour.

Ah, yes of course. Harper, please.

We're looking for assistance in a case.

It's a bit gruesome.

Oh, believe me, I've seen it all.

How can I help?

Likely a male.

Anyone who's been admitted in the last week or so

with a missing finger?

I haven't heard of anything, but I'll have a look for you.

What exactly are you thinking here?

I hate to sound like you,

but yeah, I have a feeling there's something

much bigger goin' on.

Okay, well, let me guess.

The cases with the missing fingers for ID purposes,

you think Gallagher was involved?

Sorry about the wait.

Your punch clock's pretty old school.

Is everything still analog around here?

Yeah.

Back in France, we can somehow

centrally database 68 million people,

but it doesn't quite work like that here in Saint-Pierre.

Too much coffee.

Oh, trust me, I get it.

Wow.

Where do you find the time?

The mobile nurses unit, right?

You must be pretty busy.

Not enough nurses, not enough time.

But we all do our part.

Nothing about any patients missing any appendages

of any kind, sorry.

Appreciate your time.

Call us if anyone happens to pop up.

Sean Gallagher is no stranger to doling out harsh punishments

to people who cross him.

A missing finger doesn't always mean

what you think it means.

Except when it does.

We'll know more once we've tracked his recent movements.

I checked around the marina,

no reports of anyone missing a finger.

At least not in the past month.

Nearly have a fingerprint match.

Some of the ridges are deteriorated,

but the pattern's still quite distinct.

Any hit is seconds away.

Evan Neils.

I think I know that name.

Evan had a DUI two years ago.

Pled guilty. Nothing since.

Ah, I thought so.

We were in a jai alai league.

Evan was the best, uh, backcourt player.

We lost touch, but he's a handyman.

Local odds job guy here.

He does great work.

You know, sensible pricing.

He's got good sanding ability, you know? He--

Go see if the guy's missing a finger,

or if there's any evidence of him

swimming with the fishes.

I wanna be 100% sure what we're dealing with

before we get the Coast Guard to start dragging the waters.

About a week's worth of mail here.

All addressed to our guy Evan Neils.

Utility bills. Bank stuff.

Oh, look at this.

This is some expensive-lookin' equipment

to just leave out on a doorstep.

Is that the side door?

Well, go on.

You should chase after him.

What? You see how fast he's running?

Whoever he was, he was in a hurry.

What if Evan's still inside?

Nothing downstairs. He's not here.

In case....

You mean if this is actually a crime scene?

I'm getting real bachelor vibes.

I feel like Evan lives alone.

Hmm, I see no photos of friends or family.

Do you notice how clean the ground floor is

- in comparison... - Yeah.

The rest of the place is filthy.

Laptop plug in the socket, but no laptop.

No sign of a wallet, or cell phone.

These aren't readers.

Look, how strong they are.

I'm guessing the guy can't see anything without 'em.

So, what do you think?

I think you're right.

Something bad has happened to Evan.

Someone cleaned the living room,

but missed the glasses under the couch.

Which tells us...

If Evan was murdered, someone cleaned up in a hurry.

If we're lucky they left behind some fingerprints, DNA.

Oh, look.

These old booze crates.

Back in the day, rum runners used to leave 'em behind

and people used them to insulate their walls.

Oh, right.

Your nerdy prohibition tour.

Nerdy?

Actually, my daughter tells me that nerdy is now cool.

So, I'll accept that.

Fitz, this is a nursing bra.

Oh, I'm aware.

I've seen my fair share. I'm a dad.

Yeah, but Evan is not.

We should check with the neighbours,

see if they heard or saw anything.

Let's start there.

Uh, what--

Whatever you're sellin', I'm buyin'.

We're actually the police, and you are?

Uh, Terrence. Lozano.

Sorry, we're, uh, sleep training our daughter.

It's, uh, my wife Christina's idea.

Hmm.

I've been there, actually, twice.

Do you know your neighbour, Evan?