02x10 - Tick Tick Boom

[bunniefuu]

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 b*ll*ts fly ♪

♪ Oh, let them rain... ♪

[g*nf*re]

♪ 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 c*ck 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 expl*sive.

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: b*mb 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 b*mber 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?

c*ck door’s jammed.

b*mber must have tampered
with the automatic lock system.

Plus, the c*ck 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 expl*sive device like this?

Uh, yes, ma’am.
Our b*mb 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 "b*mb," 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 b*mb 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 b*mb 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 b*mb 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.
- I'm on it.

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, sh*t.

[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 b*mb.

Yay.

And the second?

b*mb 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, b*mb 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
sh**ting 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 b*mber
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 b*mb 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]

[expl*si*n]

FITZ: Whoa!

Was that a flashbang?

g*ns on the ground!

Now!

[dramatic music]

You got one crossbow;
we’ve got two g*ns.

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 b*mb threat.

[passengers gasping]

[dramatic music]

Renuf?

We’re covering all of the exits.

[suspenseful music]

♪

♪

♪

♪

Nothing.

You didn’t find anything
that was screaming

b*mb-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 b*mb

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 b*mb?

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 b*mb like this.

♪

I don’t know where he is.

- I swear.
- We didn’t find any supplies at his home.

Wherever he built that b*mb,
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.

Yeah, the timer jumped forward.
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]

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[exhales]

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FITZ: No one here.

Schematics, laptop...

Well, even if we don’t have Barbeau,

if we can figure out
whatever b*mb 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.

- Veda.
- 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]

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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.

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[timer continues beeping]

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♪

We got five minutes left.

[exhales]
Hope it’s enough time for Simone.

[tense music]

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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 b*mb,

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]

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[timer continues beeping]

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[timer continues beeping]

[tense music intensifies]

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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 b*mb’s disarmed.

[both sigh in relief]

[sighs]

- [sighs]
- You did good.

[laughs]

[phone ringing]

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Oh...

Everyone, the b*mb 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 b*mb...

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 b*mb 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 b*mb?

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 sn*per scope

and some heavy-duty,
long-range b*ll*ts too.

[police radio chatter]

Everybody, get down!

This isn’t over!

Get down, get down!

[tense music]

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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 b*mb,

so you could stay close.

You could make sure
that no one innocent got hurt.

You set the b*mb
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!
- [g*nsh*t]

- ARCH: On the ground!
- JEAN: No...

No!

[dramatic music]

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[exhales]

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[exhales]

Oui, merci.

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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.

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DIARD: You coming with me?

You didn’t turn your phone off,
which could have k*lled 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...

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