Saint-Pierre

Meredith.

We need to talk.

When's the next time you're gonna have a chance

to walk around free and easy in France?

I love my new family.

Very much.

And I would never do anything to put them at risk.

I hate funerals.

Everyone hates funerals.

It would be weird if you liked them.

-It just feel like I've spent half my life

staring at a dead body in a box.

-Well, lucky for you, the former préfet was cremated.

Hold it. What is all this, anyway?

And what is that song?

It's a protest chant, "Hymne des femmes."

On the plight of women around the world.

-Beschet. Wow.

They must be here because of him.

Jeffrey Beschet, the world-renowned violinist.

You're a monster, Beschet!

He'll pay for what he did!

Allez, allez!

Ma voiture!

-Hey. -Hey.

Hi.

Jeffrey Beschet's been getting death threats all week.

He's a very popular guy.

-Yeah, in the worst possible way.

-Multiple sexual assault charges tend to make people angry.

And not a second of jail time.

Despite a conviction.

-What are we doing at his father's funeral anyway?

Prefect Beschet was my predecessor.

It's a sign of respect for the SPMP

to be represented here.

Check out that hat.

It's a real commitment.

Bit dramatic.

You've gotta be kidding me.

What?

Oh.

You didn't know she'd be here?

Nope.

-Well, Prefect Beschet was involved in lots of, um,

high-profile immigration cases.

Maybe he and Meredith worked together.

I'm a man of few words.

The best tribute that I can give my papa

is by playing the piece he loved most.

["Le Cygne" by Camille Saint-Saëns playing]

[violin makes a discordant sound]

Jeffrey!

Jeffrey! Jeffrey!

-He's gone. I'm sorry.

No!

The son of a former prefect is dead,

and a lot of high-profile people are pushing for answers.

-Yeah, my phone's blowing up as well.

-I don't care if this isn't an official homicide, Marcus.

You need to treat it as one until we know it's not.

-Yes, ma'am. You heard the lady.

-Yeah, we-- we've got the church locked down.

We're collecting all the passports,

IDs of all the guests.

-No one can leave Saint-Pierre. We get it.

I appreciate it.

-I know we're flying blind here, but find out anything you can

from the coroner about the cause of death.

I didn't kill him.

I would have, maybe, if I had the chance,

but... I didn't.

-Okay. Well, no one said that you did, so...

I'm not an idiot.

You'll pin this on me the first chance you get.

Les flics , you protect your own.

-I can assure you, Jeffrey Beschet

is not our own anything.

-A former prefect's son? Please.

-Well, you're clearly angry about all of the allegations

against Beschet. -Allegations?

You know, this is a kind of justice, what happened to him.

-Well, you better hope that we don't find any signs of toxins

or poison in the coffee you threw in the man's face.

-It was just a nice hot dark roast.

Dans la voiture. Tout suite.

Okay, guys, seriously, I just got here.

I haven't even had a chance to pick a playlist.

We know, we know, it's just that the prefect

wants this treated like a homicide until proven otherwise.

Severe nut allergy.

-Well, physical symptoms are consistent

with death by an anaphylactic allergy.

-He was injected with some kind of allergy pen

by his mother just before he died.

-Clearly, it didn't do the job. Seriously, I do need more time.

We understand.

Just a lot of pressure on all sides for this one.

-The famous predator, Jeffrey Beschet.

Gotta say, I'm not shedding a tear that he's on my slab.

-Well, we trust that won't affect your autopsy.

How about you buzz us when you're ready, please?

Okay?

How's it going?

People aren't loving being kept here,

but so far, so good.

Who are those two?

-Tim Mislan, Beschet's security. We just interviewed him.

He's pretty messed up by the whole thing.

He was supposed to escort Jeffrey to the cathedral,

but was late.

-And the guy sitting next to him?

Writing in his notepad?

Um, writer, Martin Dutton.

We haven't interviewed him yet,

but apparently he was travelling with Beschet,

writing his memoir.

-She's lost her husband and her son in one week.

Can I get her home?

-Perhaps we can take Mrs. Beschet's IDs,

so she doesn't have to go stand in line.

Yeah, of course.

-My partner and I are going to get to the bottom of this.

-You think someone did this to him?

My son was a genius,

a master at his craft,

a global phenomenon.

If this wasn't an accident, those people,

those women who tried to discredit him...

They're the ones.

Look at them.

You'll find the person who took my son from me.

-We will be looking at everyone, I assure you.

-My Jeffrey's music brought light to this world.

That is his legacy, not nonsense accusations.

-We're aware that he received death threats.

A number of people wanted to see your son harmed.

The letters and worse, were any sent to your home?

-What arrived in the mail went directly into the fire.

And then I notified your station.

-"What great men do, the lesser will prattle of."

People were jealous of Jeffrey.

Police were no friends to my son.

If I suspect you have any prejudices against him,

there will be consequences.

My husband may be gone,

but I still wield power in this town.

One side thinks we're protecting the creep,

the other side thinks we're persecuting him.

Meredith. It's nice to finally meet you.

Arch. Likewise.

Uh, our kids can't stop talking about how cool you are.

Ashling loved the horseback riding lessons,

so, thanks...

for being so cool.

I'll give you two a second.

Oh man, I was weird, wasn't I?

-Well, you weren't exactly... cool.

-Oh, God. -It was fine.

A heads-up you were coming would've been nice.

It was a last-minute thing.

I... honestly did not know you'd be at the funeral.

We were planning on heading home right away.

Don't worry, Mom's watching the kids.

Oh, great.

I'm sure they'll be rolling their own smokes in no time.

Yeah.

-You said "we." So, Mr. Premier...

He's here with you?

I didn't see him inside.

-Robert had some meetings he's been putting off

in Saint-Pierre, so he tagged along.

But, seeing how you police have us

trapped on this island for the night...

why don't we all have dinner?

-You want me to have dinner with you and Robert?

Why not?

Bring a friend if you need a buffer.

It'll be nice.

6:30? -Totally.

6:30, totally.

-Absolutely not! No. No way!

-Why? It would be fun. -Fun?

Are you out of your mind?

You want me to have dinner with your ex-wife

and your arch-nemesis? Not happening.

-Gee, I'm just looking for a little backup here.

-No, Fitz, you're looking for a wingman...

woman... whatever.

And this is so not my vibe!