02x02 - Inside Woman

[bunniefuu]

I want updates, Archambault,

on all ongoing cases going forward.

Boss, she’s k*lling 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.

["Take Me Out"
by Franz Ferdinand playing]

♪

♪ So, if you’re lonely ♪

♪ You know I’m here waiting for you ♪

♪ I’m just a cross-hair ♪

♪ I’m just a shot away from you ♪

♪ And if you leave here... ♪

- 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.

[both laugh]

♪

♪

♪ I know I won’t be leaving here... ♪

Hah!

- Boom.
- Dead.

- [groans]
- [laughs]

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

will have an extra trick up their sleeve.

- [phone beeps]
- Send Arch location.

♪

[phone chimes]

Can you just give me a second?

PATTY: What’s up?

ARCH: Fitz has never
shared his location before.

That’s weird.

- Okay, I got this.
- Vas-y.

♪

♪

[siren blaring]

♪ I say, "Don’t you know?" ♪

♪ You say, "You don’t know?" ♪

Why are you following me?

What message?

What is this? What is this, huh?!

ARCH: Fitz!

What the hell is going on?

He’s got a g*n! Follow him! Hey!

♪

♪ I want you... ♪

♪ To take me out ♪

♪ If I move, this could die ♪

[siren blaring]

[loud crash]

♪ Take me out ♪

[siren approaching]

♪

♪

[exhales]

[theme music]

♪

♪

♪

FITZ: 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.

ARCH: The lorry driver?

Yeah, Vincent Castille, a local.

He’s shaken, poor guy.

ARCH: 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.

♪

NATASHA: 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?

FITZ: 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 g*ng that I infiltrated,

they used to brand their senior members.

Fitz, this guy...

was coming for you.

♪

RENUF: What are we looking for, exactly?

ARCH: Anything to give us a clue
as to why this man

was in Saint-Pierre.

You think he was sent here to k*ll 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, B&Bs.

He was staying here.

FITZ: 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.

RENUF: I’ll check with the Burin
transportation department

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

[phone chimes]

FITZ: 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?

♪

♪

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.

DIARD: Need I remind you
of my ground rules?

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

ARCH: You’ve read the report.

That’s all we have to go on.

What can you tell me
about your undercover op?

FITZ: 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...

DIARD: 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.

[bang in hallway]

[muffled intense voices]

- I’m telling you, they’re not.
- ARCH: 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.

FITZ: 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.

ALEX: Oh. Yeah.

I have them with me wherever I go,

just in case.

Well... have a nice day.

♪

PATTY: 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 g*n past customs.

RENUF: And I checked the g*n
through every database.

As it happens,
it had a match for a stolen g*n

reported a few years ago.

So, he got it in Saint-Pierre.

So, who in town sells ill*gal weapons?

RENUF: There’s a guy, a total d*uche,

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

and nothing ever sticks.

You must be talking about Gus.



And I’ve always suspected him
of selling g*ns in Saint-Pierre.

Might be worth a chat.

Okay.

♪

ARCH: Looks like
you’ve had quite the payday.

How nice to see you again, Arch.

Sorry, uh...

can’t stick around.

[loud crash]

ARCH: 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.

FITZ: What about the g*n?

I don’t deal in g*ns.

ARCH: Gus...

these drugs are very ill*gal in France,

and there is enough here
to warrant a trafficking charge.

FITZ: What did he say exactly?
Don’t leave any details out.

This is really, really important.

He seemed very serious, you know?

He was jittery. Maybe afraid?

I don’t know! I’m not a psychologist.

He wanted a couple of g*ns.
I don’t ask questions.

- Two g*ns?
- There was only one g*n on him.

He said the second one was for a buddy.

That’s all he said, I swear.

Okay Gus.

Now, bye-bye.

You said no charges.

No trafficking charges,
but there is still possession

and the ill*gal sale of firearms.

I’ll be out by supper.

Always am.

♪

Vic’s name is David LeClerc.

He has a rap sheet, but it took
some manoeuvring to access it.

Most of these cases have been thrown out.

Or redacted.

Maybe he had a really good lawyer.

The Scorpions are famous

for bribing high-level officials.

It’s actually one of
the secrets to their success.

Also... his car’s GPS.

Fitz, he stopped by your motel.

FITZ: And every other place
that I was yesterday.

ARCH: David LeClerc is dead,
but there could be another

biker here looking for you.

With a g*n.

I’m gonna get you a 24-hour security.

Ah, okay, Arch...

Arch?

I’m a grown man.

I’m a cop. I’ll be fine.

Partner, don’t worry.

♪

[safe beeps]

[exhales]

♪

♪

[sighs]

[muted, indistinct conversation]

FITZ: We’re doing it!

[indistinct shouting]

We’re doing it!

- Fitz!
- Guys, guys!

[indistinct voices]

[ominous music]

Fitz! Fitz!

[screaming] Fitz!

♪

Still got it.

How are you here?

Can’t a girl drop by?

[door opens]

Don’t move!

Whoa, this is not what it looks like.

I watched you pick his lock, so yes,

it’s exactly what it looks like.

But you seem to have it
all under control.

♪

You were staking out my place?

ARCH: Renuf and I took turns.

Arch, this is Jen.

Jen was my... undercover partner.

This is Arch.

Fitz, I need to talk to you.

Alone.

Well, Arch is my partner now.

Anything you have to say to me,

you can trust that it’ll stay
between the three of us.

How old are Ashling and Kirin now?



God, it just feels like
yesterday Ash was born.

Okay, uh, look, I’m still undercover.

You’re still undercover
with the Scorpions?

How is that possible?

I rose up the ranks,
was too valuable to be pulled.

This guy, David...

LeClerc, he came,
he had a message for me.

Yeah, I wanted him to let
you know there is an operation

landing at your doorstep.

David’s my CI.

Explains his redacted record.

JENNY: Fitz, I am this close,
and I mean it,

to taking them all down,

all the guys at the top, everything.

Kudos, really, but what does
that have to do with me?

Why are you here?

Five days ago, I woke up
to news that David and I

were coming to Saint-Pierre for a job.

No details, no specifications,

just that I would be briefed
when I got here.

David left me a g*n in a locker,

but I have not been able to find him.

Jenny, I’m sorry to tell you this,

but David was k*lled yesterday.

What...?

ARCH: He was hit by a truck,

not far from here.

I don’t think that was an accident.

In Montreal, people are on edge.

There are rumours, people
talking about an informant.

Fitz, if they knew about David, then...

Maybe they’re onto you.

What is the job, the operation?

I-I don’t know, but whatever it is,

it’s gonna be big.

How can we help?

Uh, I... don’t know yet.

I need more intel, but I will reach out

as soon as I know what’s what.

This is full undercover protocol, okay?

No one can know that I am involved.

It would jeopardize the op,
not to mention my actual life.

Do we understand each other?

Let me check outside before you leave.

♪

♪

♪

Despite everything, it is nice
to see your face again, Donny.

[door opens]

ARCH: It’s clear.

♪

♪

♪

[door closes]

♪

PATTY: You wanted to see me, Prefect?

DIARD: Patty, yes.

You log more hours than
any other cop on the force,

and you rarely put in for OT.

You remind me of me.

Team player, tough, smart.

You’re destined for big things.

That’s... very kind of you.

Oh, I’m not that kind.

But as a team player myself,

I am concerned for Fitz’s safety.

If you find out more about
his undercover work,

maybe we can get
to the root of what’s going down

and help him.

Okay.

And... just come to me.

There’s no need to tell him
how concerned we are.

You know men.

♪

Talk to me.

We haven’t said a word all morning.

Sorry. It’s just kind of like I...

like I just saw a ghost.

When we were undercover,
you know, we were in deep.

Too deep. And my reality...

well...

was not reality, you know?

[sighs]

We were in the thick of it.

And this deal we were trying
to get done was taking...

forever, like months, and I
was getting impatient, and I just...

I tried to speed things up...

you know, and the bikers,
they got suspicious.

Was your life in danger?

Yes.

I put my life in danger,

and I put Jenny’s life in danger.

I freaked out, you know,

and things
got real tense. g*ns were drawn.

And Jenny, she just tried to
calm everyone down, you know?

Tried to make everyone relax.

So she started to like, um...

you know, freebase heroin
right in front of me,

you know, to prove to the guys,
"Hey, we’re cool.

"Hey, we’re not cops."

Fitz, she seems to be on top of it,

professionally at least.

I mean, I don’t know.

I was obviously pulled out
of the op right around then,

and I haven’t seen her since.

She’s the root of your nightmares.

The sleepwalking.

Yeah.

Well, some of them anyway.

It’s just... now I’ve got the chance

to take down the Scorpions,

you know, to really nail those pricks.

And help Jenny to finally get out.

DIARD: David LeClerc was accidentally

flattened by a truck.

Why are we treating his death
as a homicide?

The information that we have
that led us to that conclusion,

unfortunately, well, it can’t be shared.

DIARD: Excuse me?

FITZ: I’ve told you this
already, Prefect.

You don’t have clearance.

ARCH: David LeClerc was in Saint-Pierre

to deliver a message to Fitz.

The biker g*ng, the Scorpions, are here,

and they’re planning something.

We just don’t know what yet.

We just need to figure out
how, if, or why

the Scorpions convinced this guy
to carry out a hit.

RENUF: Vincent Castille.
I don’t know him,

but he lives like five blocks
from my house.

What’s your point?

I know everyone in my neighbourhood.

And his French, his accent...

I’m actually very good at
picking out different dialects.

It sounded French-Canadian,
not, uh, Saint-Pierre French.

Okay, can you get us that address?

PATTY: Oh, um, before you go,

we got the footage
from the fast-food restaurant.

David LeClerc placed an order

just before getting on the ferry.

This is from the ferry terminal.

And here’s his car
getting into Saint-Pierre.

Patty, pause it.

Zoom in...

I think those are the golf clubs

that were in Alexandre and Sophie’s room

at LeClerc’s B&B.

So, that explains why there
was no luggage in his room.

Did they clean him out?

Look...

the honeymooners were
on the ferry with David.

Is it possible the three of them
are working together

on whatever this is?

Renuf, bring in the honeymooners.

Fitz and I will go for Vincent.

♪

[music swells dramatically]

ARCH: Renuf says the honeymooners

checked out of the hotel.

FITZ: Let’s hope Vincent’s still here.

♪

[knock on door]

FITZ: Door’s locked.

ARCH: People in Saint-Pierre
sometimes hide a key

for their door.

There you go.

[slow, suspenseful music]

♪

♪

Someone fed the cat.

[muffled groan]

Fitz, do you hear that?

[groaning continues]

[groaning gets louder]

♪

[loud groaning continues]

FITZ: Hello?

[man groaning]

FITZ: We’re the police.

It’s okay. We’re the police.

Hang on. Are you okay?

ARCH: Vincent, right?

Some people broke in.

Demanded the keys to my truck
and my driver’s license.

Two men and a woman?

Yes, and one of them
was staying upstairs.

Earlier, I heard footsteps
leaving in a hurry.

Did you hear them speak
to each other, say anything?

Anything you heard could help.

Well, uh...

they poured food for my Belle, my cat.

Oh, and my printer.

It jammed up and the guy
got frustrated and he left.

♪

What is that?

"Fitzpatrick is a liability.

"I refuse to continue working with him."

Um, I managed to pull the full
schematics from that printer.

It’s a vault door from the ’20s,

but apparently one of the
toughest vaults to crack, ever.

Where would there be a vault
like that here in Saint-Pierre?

I’m surprised you haven’t seen it

on one of your little... history tours.

Ha-ha.

ARCH: If there’s a vault like this here,

I know who can help.

MARCUS: So, whatever the bikers
were doing here,

you think has something
to do with the vault?

Their target is the post office.

Mail?

- Hardly profitable.
- Or worth k*lling over.

Almost no one in Saint-Pierre knows this,

but there’s a secret hidden deep
underneath the Post Office.

What kind of secret?

France set up
a currency reserve decades ago.

This vault...

contains 30 billion euros.

Your bikers are getting ready
to steal it.

FITZ: So, it’s an emergency
contingency fund?

In case of a nuclear fallout...
w*r, flood.

It’s been around since World w*r II.

I can’t believe it’s been
right where I’ve been collecting

my mail my whole life.

MARCUS: Hidden in plain sight

where no one would think to look for it.

The inspector has made it very
clear to me that he understands

what classified means,
and this, Marcus, is just that.

They have been given clearance.

By...?

Me.

Do I need to remind you
that I’m still the chief

with full departmental authority?

- You’re on leave.
- Of my choice.

So, consider my leave cancelled.

Now, we can argue semantics
or we can acknowledge the fact

that my exceptional team
uncovered a conspiracy

by a dangerous g*ng to rob
the French government’s reserve.

Do we believe that the bikers
are behind this on their own?

You think they have
someone on the inside?

A bigger player, someone from here maybe.

Someone who’s abreast of ill*gal activity
in Saint-Pierre.

- Oh, for God’s sakes.
- Who?

BOTH: Gallagher.

ARCH: I hear he’s out of ICU,
awake, eating, talking,

making the nurses’ lives hell.

Sounds like you two need
to go on a fishing expedition.

Just be careful
what you reveal in the process.

GALLAGHER: Well, well, well.

I suppose you’ve come
to finish me off, have you?

ARCH: We’re not happy about this visit

any more than you are.

You shot me twice.

Bloody miracle I’m still alive.

No doubt. You’re very lucky.

Hmm.

However, Deputy, I do appreciate your...

your compassion in the way that you...

you shot my son, Rowan.

I know that you’re capable of
inflicting much worse damage

than that, so...

thanks to you, he’s alive.

We need to ask you
about a theoretical crime.

Aye. Go on, then.

What if I told you
there are dangerous people

who are making moves in Saint-Pierre?

Big moves.

A Montreal bike g*ng
is moving in on your turf.

Or... doing your bidding?

Well... whatever they’re up to,

I can assure you
they’re not doing my bidding.

Will you be getting
to your point or what?

When you see this building...

..what comes to mind?

[chuckles]

I’m gonna make the assumption

that you don’t want my opinion
on the effectiveness

of the French postal service,

but you think I’ve lived here
as long as I have and...

I don’t know what’s under
every rock on this island?

Are you in on it?

Deputy, I’m embarrassed for you.

Embarrassed you think
I’d make such a brash

and ill-witted attempt
to grab some quick cash.



Yeah.

All right.

[winces]

Alright, yes, I might have imagined...

that one could rob the federal reserve.

Hypothetically, of course.

Yeah.

Now, first things first, you...

you’d want to keep the crowds away,

arouse zero suspicion,

so you’d probably want to do it
at night, you know, or...

Middle of the day, lunchtime maybe?

Two hours for a sandwich?

I never understood that French tradition.

Yeah, you’d need some time,
time to get in,

get past the high security gate,

and then crack the vault,
load up the mail van.

Mail van?

Yeah, inconspicuous in daylight.

The way out?

Might use a chopper
and a smuggler’s speedboat.

You know, split the haul into two loads.

Half by air, half by boat.

- GALLAGHER: Mm-hm.
- Smart.

GALLAGHER: Except
I’d never be idiot enough

to attempt it in the first place.

Never be able to set foot
on this island again.

I can assure you...

I am never leaving Saint-Pierre.

Voluntarily, anyway.

Right.

Hey, wait, somethin’...

You know...

apologies are overrated, aren’t they?

But, uh...

- that night in the graveyard...
- You don’t have to.

Eamon McGregor influenced me
in a way that I...

I would normally be immune to.

The loss of my eldest son, Tristan, um...

to lose a child...

I wasn’t in control
of my actions that night.

We appreciate your insight.

Save your apologies for Marcus.

You handled that really well.

♪

♪

It’s a message from Jenny.

There’s nothing on it.

Paper plane is code. She wants to meet.

I know where.

JENNY: You were supposed
to keep this under wraps.

Well, it’s turned into
a m*rder investigation, Jenny.

Or an armed robbery on France’s reserve.

Okay, so you know about it?

Well, thanks to your investigation,

the heist has been moved up
to this afternoon.

Lunchtime.

JENNY: Yeah.

Obviously, you’ve made
contact with the bikers.

- Do you think they made you?
- No, no, there’s no way.

I would be dead just like David.

Wait, that is Alexandre Fontaine,

top of the heap, new guard, and vicious.

He’s after your time, Fitz.

That’s Sophie, his girlfriend, and Ralph.

Ralph goes where Alexandre goes.

Where are you to meet?

We can arrange a tactical unit.

No, no, no, no. We...

we need to have them
go through with it, okay?

We need to catch them
in the act, stealing the money.

That is the only way they will
get the time they deserve.

Otherwise, there’ll be
no justice for David.

I think she’s right, Arch.

Okay...

With what you both have sacrificed

for your undercover work,

let’s make sure we nail these b*stards.

We’re going to bring
our team up to speed.

Don’t worry, you can trust them.

DIARD: Your old partner,
are we sure about her?

I don’t see how we have any other choice.

Our eyes are gonna be everywhere.

These guys are not getting away.

The Scorpions
will arrive via the mail van.

FITZ: Renuf is gonna lead
the team on the expected route.

He’s gonna be tailing
the mail van in an unmarked car.

ARCH: They k*lled David.

Jenny said he was their driver,

so we should expect
someone new to take his place.

That’s the unknown.

FITZ: Arch and I will be on site
in an unmarked surveillance van.

We can’t leave anything up to chance.

Which brings us to the most
integral part of this plan.

We need one of ours on the inside.

FITZ: Obviously, the players,

they all would recognize me and Arch.

So... who do you have in mind?

Well, there’s really
only one possible choice,

isn’t there?

♪

Me?

Yeah.

♪

♪

ARCH: Okay, Patty, we have visuals.

[ominous music]

[door opens]

♪

You didn’t think I was
gonna let you do this

without me, did you?

FITZ: They’re here. Game time.

ARCH: [earpiece]
Patty, they’re coming in.

You’re going to be great.

[intriguing music]

♪

♪

Ah, oui?

Chef de bureau?

Fancy.

You’re the perfect person
to take us downstairs,

to the vault.

I-I don’t know what you mean.

ALEXANDRE: Lying isn’t gonna
do you any good, okay?

We know all about the reserve.

Just do what we tell you to do,

and you’ll be sleeping soundly
in bed tonight.

You got it?

Good move. Let’s go.

[suspenseful music]

ALEXANDRE: Your time to shine.

♪

♪

ALEXANDRE: Let’s go.

♪

JENNY: You just do what I say.

You understand that, Burnett?

Good. Jenny clocked our signal.

What signal?

Burnett was my codename
when I was undercover.

Jenny knows that Patty’s with us.

DIARD: Do we have eyes on our driver yet?

FITZ: Is that Gus?

ARCH: That sneaky sh*t!

PATTY: You should know the
cage door only stays unlocked

for 20 minutes,
then it closes automatically.

If it’s propped open,
get ready for every alarm

in the place to go off.

- JENNY: Go, go, go.
- SOPHIE: That’s all the time we need.

ALEXANDRE: Let’s go! Come on!

Alright, let’s get that drill goin’!
Let’s go!

♪

♪

[drill whirring]

Okay, well, there goes the audio.

Yeah, but at least we still have visuals.

She’s doing great so far.

JENNY: Almost there, guys.

It’s time. She served her purpose.

Uh, um, we’re not out of the woods yet.

I think we should hold on to her.

Like a hostage, collateral.

Alright.

Put her to work once we’re inside.

Yeah. All right.

ALEXANDRE: We clear? Come on.

You, this way.

[buttons beeping]

ALEXANDRE: Now blow it open!

[expl*si*n]

ALEXANDRE: Nice!

JENNY: There we go!

ALEXANDRE: Are we good? We’re clear?

♪

ALEXANDRE: Open it, open it!

[Sophie laughs]

Hah!

JENNY: Change of plans.

You’re coming with us.

- [thud]
- [Patty gasps]

We’ve lost visual.

JENNY: Alright, let’s go.

Leave ’em.

♪

[knife swings open]

DIARD: I don’t like
not seeing what’s going on.

The bigger problem is Gus.

He knows Patty’s a cop.

Her cover will be blown
if she gets in the van.

♪

I’ve got an idea.

Me leaving with you
wasn’t part of the plan.

I know, just trust me. I got you.

Let’s go.

Get it bagged!

Come on. Get to work.

How’s this for being kept in the loop?

♪

♪

JENNY: Five minutes!

- ALEXANDRE: Ah, let’s go.
- JENNY: Yeah.

ALEXANDRE: Come on,
hold them up, let’s go!

- ALEXANDRE: Come on!
- JENNY: Faster! Let’s go!

Now, I know what you’re up to.

I want you to think about
what your next move’s gonna be.

Because it might be your last.

No "out by supper," not this time.

Nah-nah-nah-nah nah-nah-nah-nah.

Now, listen. Look at me.

I want you to stick to the plan
and make sure the money

gets to its destination. Do you hear me?

Come again...?

Here’s what you’re gonna do.

ALEXANDRE: Come on,
fill ’em up, let’s go!

[countdown buzzer sounding]

- Come on, come on.
- Let’s go.

Go, go!

We don’t have time! Let’s go!

SOPHIE: Hurry! Let’s go!
ALEXANDRE: Hurry! Come on!

SOPHIE: Come on, come on!

Dammit...

[alarm beeping]

It’s locked.

ALEXANDRE: I never liked you.

Never trusted you.

You’re lucky this isn’t ending up

the way it did for David.
Come on, let’s go.

Let me out! Come on, let me out!

SOPHIE: Let’s go! Come on!

No!

♪

♪

♪

Come on, go, go, go, go! We gotta move!

Only Alexandre and Sophie got in.

♪

sh*t, Jenny.

[Patty yelps]

DIARD: Something’s wrong.

Call for backup.

If they scatter, the money might
disappear right in front of us.

If we move, we endanger Patty.

Fitz is up to something. We wait.

ALEXANDRE: Get a move on, come on!

[phone buzzing]

[text notification]

♪

♪

ARCH: To all units,
we move to stage three.

Keep your distance, do not engage.

They have an officer with them.

♪

♪

♪

FITZ: Hey, there.

Where you headed?

Oh!

Man, am I glad to see you.

Alexandre locked me
in the vault and your gal

slipped me the key, but he was
gonna leave me there to get caught.

Kind of feels like you have
another plan in mind.

What’s in the bag, Jen? Anything fun?

There’s not much point lying to you.

Oh, I don’t suppose you’d just, uh...

look the other way?

Or you could meet me somewhere far away

like we always wanted to?

The Scorpions...

they’re done, they’re going down.

All your...

all your sacrifice,
your hard work, everything.

Jenny, you’re nearly out.

Come on, Fitz.

What’s left for me?

You’ve got your...

your kids; you have a life.

I gave all of that up.

And for what?
An empty basement apartment alone?

With this money, I could start over.

And I’m not joking.

You could come, too.

We could leave right now.

Just think about
what we could do with, what,

five million Euro.

Or not.

But just let me go.

Please.

Fitz, you owe me.

♪

♪

Jen, you know I can’t let you go.

And even if I could... what?

You take this money...

you keep living your life

always looking over your shoulder

like you’re still undercover?

You’ll never be free.

Well, I’d like to try.

[sombre music]

I’m sorry.

[handcuffs clinking]

I’m sorry it has to be this way.

[sighs]

♪

♪

♪

[suspenseful music]

Why are you stopping here, man?
Get us closer to the boat!

You want to be spotted?
We’re exposed over there.

ALEXANDRE: Let’s go! Go! Go! Go!

Sophie...

♪

♪

ALEXANDRE: Let’s go!

Come on!

No witnesses.

Let’s go.

PATTY: You don’t have to do this.

ARCH: Hands up!

Stay on the ground!

- ALEXANDRE: Come on!
- ARCH: It’s over.

RENUF: Arrêtez!

Arrêtez! Arrêtez ou je tire!

[dramatic music]

ALEXANDRE: Okay, okay, okay!

♪

You did it.

I learned from the best.

I’ve never seen so much cash.

Don’t touch.

I assured the Director General
of the Treasury

it was in good hands.

Job well done, team.

We’re gonna get this back in lockup,

and then our Prefect here
is going to buy the first round.

DIARD: Oh, nice.

I think we deserve a little celebration.

There we go.

♪

Um, Fitz...

what happened when you found Jenny?

Oh, I, uh...

caught up with her outside the vault.

Leaving her the key was a nice one.

Great work today, Patty.

Thanks.

♪

ARCH: You’re too slow!

No, no, no, I don’t wanna wear you out.

Oh, please!

I’d leave you
in my actual dust if I wanted.

So, what’s going to happen with Jenny?

Well, she intended to commit a crime,

but she didn’t actually commit one,

so Marcus spoke to my chief back home.

I think she’s gonna get
some mental health leave,

save her career, her reputation.

Yeah, she’s been undercover a long time.

I know it takes its toll.

Yeah.

The paper plane,
the one Jenny left for you,

what was that about?

Well...

it was like a...

like, when we were undercover,

we were tired of the lies,

the, uh, the con...

we used to go up to
the airport, you know,

the end of the runway, and, uh,
we’d watch the planes...

take off, and...

[sighs]

we’d just imagine what it was like to...

to disappear.

Together?

Yeah.

Things got messy.

Ruined my marriage.

And I don’t know what it did to Jenny.

And I, uh...

I crossed a line.

Yeah.

I’m sorry. That’s rough.

Well...

you live, you learn.

I...

I discovered that, uh...

that’s not a line I’ll ever cross again.

♪

Put that in.

Okay.

What is it?

["Oh My Love" by Picture This playing]

A banger, right?

Not bad.

Not bad.

♪ Oh, my love ♪

♪ We won’t go star-watching ♪

♪ They’ll be watching us ♪

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