- [WOMAN] What do we want?
- [CROWD CHANTING] Justice!
- [WOMAN] When do we want it?
- [CROWD CHANTING] Now!
- [WOMAN] What do we want?
- [CROWD CHANTING] Justice!
- [WOMAN] When do we want it?
- [CROWD CHANTING] Now!
- [WOMAN] What do we want?
- [CROWD CHANTING] Justice!
- [WOMAN] When do we want it?
- [CROWD CHANTING] Now!
- [WOMAN] What do we want?
- [CROWD CHANTING] Justice!
- [WOMAN] When do we want it?
- [CROWD CHANTING] Now!
- [WOMAN] What do we want?
- [CROWD CHANTING] Justice!
- [WOMAN] When do we want it?
- [CROWD CHANTING] Now!
- [WOMAN] What do we want?
- [CROWD CHANTING] Justice!
- [WOMAN] When do we want it?
- [CROWD CHANTING] Now!
- [WOMAN] What do we want?
- [CROWD CHANTING] Justice!
You'd think they'd want to
be home for Christmas Eve.
I think that's exactly
what they want, sir.
They all have someone they
love missing from their family.
- [WOMAN] When do we want it?
- [CROWD CHANTING] Now!
- What do we want?
- Justice!
- When do we want it?
- Now!
- What do we want?
- Justice!
[POLICE OFFICER] Move!
[ALL CLAMORING]
[REPORTER ON TV] These women say
their loved ones go missing twice.
Once in the real world
and once in police files.
Today, they've come to La Sûreté
du Québec to demand they be heard.
5,000 Indigenous women and girls
have been lost to this genocide.
Ten women from the
Iotenen'tón: ni Mohawk community
have been reported
missing in the past year
and the SQ do nothing!
[POLICE OFFICER] I don't know, miss.
[WOMAN] Why aren't you
looking for my daughter?
[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
- Where is Blue?
- Get the f*ck out of my face!
[WOMAN SCREAMING]
I don't give a sh*t about your rights!
Armand! Armand!
I am within my rights to protest!
[POLICE OFFICER] Hey! Back up!
Back the f*ck up!
- Stop moving. You're just making it worse.
- Get off her! Get off her!
Give me the key.
- Where's your g*dd*mn respect?
- Sorry, sir.
I'm so sorry.
Armand!
Is Blue your sister?
Yeah.
How long has she been gone?
Over a year now.
Did she go missing from your
community, from Iotenen'tón: ni?
No.
She got a ride and never came home.
[GAMACHE] Hmm.
- Who's dealing with your case?
- No one's dealing with our case.
And no one ever will.
Blue's been missing
13 months and 11 days.
Peacekeepers thought she ran away,
so they asked SQ for
help nine months ago.
We're still waiting.
How old is Blue?
- Eighteen.
- You don't think she's run away?
Blue would never leave Pearl.
Pearl is Blue's daughter. She
loved her more than anything.
This is us, just on the left here.
- [PEARL CRYING]
- Come on. Let's get you inside.
Now, who wants cartoons and cookies?
We called her our little blue
jay because when she was little,
she loved to play tricks on us,
just hiding any place she could fit.
But this isn't a trick.
She's out there somewhere
and she's scared and alone.
Will you help us find her?
Yes.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
[REINE-MARIE] There he is, at last.
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
[SPEAKING FRENCH] Merry Christmas.
Reine, I'm so sorry.
- You missed the champagne.
- Jean-Guy must be here.
- [BEAUVOIR] Finally.
- [CHUCKLES]
- What, no Enid?
- No, no, she's sick.
I left her with some
chicken noodle soup.
Yeah, I told her I'd
be as late as possible.
[LAUGHS]
- Isabelle, Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas, Patron.
I'm sorry I have to leave so early.
I have two little girls at
home who are very excited.
I understand. Good luck
trying to get them to sleep.
Thank you for the gifts.
- You're welcome.
- Okay, take care.
- Good night.
- I'll show you out.
Oh. Hello.
Armand, mon ami!
Brought you your favourite.
All the way from Scotland.
- [GAMACHE GASPS]
- And not a hint of peat.
Oh!
Pierre! My Christmas is perfect.
So, what the hell happened today?
- When you drove that family home.
- I didn't know what else to do.
[CHUCKLES] Francoeur is
gonna be gunning for you.
You know how many of these cases
end up on my desk as homicides?
You're running an operation out
of Iotenen'tón: ni, aren't you?
You know that family? The Two-Rivers?
Not really.
I mean, we're investigating
this guy Kevin Kis.
And Blue Two-Rivers is
dating his brother Tommy.
We looked into her disappearance
to see if there was any connection.
Her and Kevin took off when
Blue and Tommy disappeared, so
Did you find anything?
Peacekeepers are pretty
sure those kids just ran off.
Now, we didn't find anything
to suggest that they were wrong.
I mean, all the leads we followed,
they all said that Blue
and Tommy were last seen
getting a ride with
Kevin Kis in his truck.
- Did you trace him?
- Tried.
Truck was last seen crossing the border.
Mmm.
Would you run those plates for me?
Sure.
But I am telling you, these
cases are gonna break your heart.
Most of these families
do not get answers
and I know you are
gonna obsess about this.
[GAMACHE SIGHS]
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
Come on, Crie. It's your
big night. We can't be late.
She promised.
You know, I bet she's
gonna meet us there.
[IN FRENCH] Little works of art.
It's a Li Bien ball.
This is the last one.
Your mother made these?
Made them.
Destroyed them.
She tore every ornament from
the tree, the year I turned ten.
Glass got everywhere.
She laughed.
They took her away.
[BELLS TOLLING]
she will and then she doesn't show.
[RICHARD] She'll be there. Come on now.
Your mother wouldn't
miss this for the world.
Crie. We're so excited
about your singing tonight.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas, Richard.
[IN FRENCH] Oh no! Not like this!
Not like this!
I love you like this.
Not like this!
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
I love you.
sh*t.
Come on, one more picture?
Isn't that why I'm here?
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
I want to be with you, CC
I'd rather be here than
listening to a bunch of kids
whining at my daughter's singing!
I mean forever.
You're crazy!
sold me a dream of Christmas
They sold me a silent night
Just him.
'Till I believed in the Israelite
And I believed in Father Christmas
And I looked to the
sky with excited eyes
'Till I woke with a yawn
At the first light of dawn
And I saw him and through his disguise
I wish you a hopeful Christmas
I wish you a brave new year
Decided to show up, huh?
Well, of course, I'd show up.
I'm here to see. I don't care about
They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on Earth
Hallelujah, Noel be it heaven or hell
The Christmas we get we deserve
[ALL CHEERING]
[CRIE] Where were you, Mama?
[CC] I was there, wasn't I?
You know, I think there's one last
chocolate snowflake left on that tree.
[CHUCKLES]
[GASPS]
I'm so sorry, Mama.
[IN FRENCH] It was a mistake, CC.
No.
The only mistake around here
was marrying you
and giving birth to that!
[CRIE GROANS]
[CHRISTMAS MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
You think it's cashmere or kitten?
My money's on kitten.
She probably caught it
and skinned it herself.
- [ALL LAUGHING]
- Who the f*ck does she thinks she is?
Haven't you heard? She's the
new you. She's written a book.
Written more than she's read.
Underneath that armour,
I'm sure she's a fine girl.
CC's not all bad.
Showing Clara's latest art to
the great Saul Petrov, no less.
Kind of hoping he recommends me
to one of those fancy galleries
- that show his work.
- Is she taking a commission?
- Sorry. I forgot the sugar.
- Yeah, sure.
God knows she could use some.
[WOMAN SINGING]
Welcome, Madame and Monsieur, to
Three Pines' Boxing Day Curling Match!
[ALL CHEERING]
Give it up for the fiercest
of females, The Three Graces!
[WHOOPING]
This fearsome foursome go head-to-head
with the undefeated
Ta-da-da!
Curl Power!
[WOMEN BOOING]
[WOMAN] Three Pines! Let's take
the time to welcome them back.
Welcome to town, ladies.
You look great.
We're getting started
in just a few moments.
So now is the time to grab
something hot from those bistro boys.
I know what I want to grab
[ARGUING IN FRENCH]
sh*t latte with half a sugar
and half a sweetener, my love.
It's okay. It's okay.
You must be Richard. Saul Petrov.
We met once before, actually,
at your exhibition in Toronto.
Of course.
[CC] We need to get
on. It's about to start.
Come on, let's find our seats.
Allez.
CC, did you have a chance to
show Saul Petrov my portfolio yet?
I mean, just to know, he
thought my work showed promise.
No, he doesn't. I'm sorry.
[WOMAN] Still got it going on.
The players are on the ice
and we're ready to begin.
So please, take your seats.
Take your seats!
Hey, hey, keep the energy up.
Let's give it up for Bea!
The Graces are chasing every stone!
Are they going to take it?
- Curl Power makes the perfect sweep.
- Okay. Let's go, ladies.
[WOMEN SHOUTING]
[CHEERING]
[WHOOPING]
[WOMAN] What a great hit
and roll by The Three Graces.
Oh, come on!
Y'all wanna sweep my porch,
gals? Come on, ladies.
Oh! That's come up
shorter than expected.
Pressure's on. Turn it
over to Three Graces
[ALL CHEERING]
These mighty matriarchs
could be gold medallists!
A great double take out!
The pressure's on for Curl Power now!
There we go!
Great takeout!
Now we're at a draw. Three points each.
We've got ourselves a match Three Pines.
Here it comes!
[ELECTRICITY BUZZING]
Come on, ladies!
Oh, she's done it!
[ALL CHEERING]
- Come on, Three Graces!
- [AIR HISSING]
[ELECTRICAL BUZZING]
Yes!
Game over for Curl Power!
What a way to go,
defeated by a bunch of seniors.
[BLOWS WHISTLE]
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
- Sir.
- [MAN] I'm cutting your holiday short.
I'm sending you out of town.
He's punishing me for
driving that family home.
Your kindness is your greatest strength.
I'm not sure Francoeur
would agree with you.
- Now you stay warm up there, mon amour.
- I will.
- Je t'aime.
- Je t'aime.
- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SIGHS]
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
- Welcome to the back of beyond.
- Merry Christmas to you, Jean-Guy.
I was supposed to be at
a drinks thing tonight.
I was about to have the best
turkey sandwich ever made.
I was gonna watch a movie with my girls.
Tell them I'll spring for
movie tickets and popcorn
- in the New Year.
- They'll hold you to it.
Mathide never forgets a thing.
Hey, nice shoes.
What? I left in a hurry.
Spare boots and a coat in the trunk.
Thank you.
Chief Inspector Gamache. Yvette Nichol.
Inspector Beauvoir. We've met before.
I remember.
- Hello.
- Sergeant Lacoste.
Oh, wow, Sergeant.
Living the dream.
- You were the first on the scene?
- I grew up in the next town over.
I was visiting my folks when
Cowansville Police called it in.
You must be in a hurry to get
back. We won't keep you long.
No, General Director Francoeur said
I should stay as long as you need me.
It must be fate. Just the other day,
he suggested I finish training with you.
Said I should learn from the best. You.
- The best.
- Agent Nichol,
why don't you walk us
through what you have so far.
Okay, yep. Follow me.
Victim was CC de Poitiers.
She was watching a curling
match when she collapsed
in front of the whole
village pretty much.
Not that anyone saw a thing.
- You spoke to our witnesses?
- Just to get names and addresses.
But people around
here sure like to talk.
- And no one saw anything suspicious?
- Not a thing.
One minute, she's sitting in
the chair. Next, she's dead.
Electrocuted right here in
the middle of a curling match.
A local woman tried to revive
her. Ruth, uh something.
Santo, Zanto
Uh, now it's gone.
- I should have written it down.
- That would have been helpful.
It looks like it was a freak accident.
Sorry to bring you out here for nothing.
You sure it's nothing?
Uh, well, she was electrocuted, so
Every mistake I made was
because I made an assumption,
and then I acted upon
it as if it were fact.
Very dangerous.
We should have tattooed on the back
of whichever hand we
use to write or sh**t,
"I might be wrong."
[CHUCKLES]
Okay, you're not kidding.
Uh, the
The victim wrote a book.
How does somebody get
electrocuted out here in the open?
[NICHOL] Could the snow work like water,
like a toaster oven and a bathtub?
Did you find a toaster oven?
[LACOSTE] Appliances these
days have a*t*matic shutoffs.
So you throw a toaster oven in
a bath, all you do is break it.
It's nearly impossible
to electrocute a person.
To do it in front of witnesses
You'd have to be bat-sh*t to try.
[GAMACHE] You'd have to
be brilliant to succeed.
Thanks.
[SPEAKS FRENCH] Sorry.
Hey. I'm going to need
You've met Agent Nichol before?
Yeah. She came in for
a week of training.
She poured coffee down
my favourite shirt,
she shredded an irreplaceable document
and disclosed a safe house
address to a violent perpetrator.
She could do with training.
You must have left Francoeur
off your Christmas list
for him to send us here
and give us that sh*t-show.
I know you have an addiction
for rescuing lame ducks
and turning them into
your project, but
- Please.
- You seem to forget, Jean-Guy.
You were once my project.
Yeah.
Is this where Madame
de Poitiers was sitting?
Uh, yes. Yeah, right there, sir.
And how do we know she was electrocuted?
Her hands and feet were scorched.
- Yeah.
- Where did the heater get its power from?
A generator.
[NICHOL] Maybe they attached
it to Madame de Poitiers.
[LACOSTE] She would have noticed.
[NICHOL] Not if she was
watching the curling.
- [BEAUVOIR] People like it that much?
- [NICHOL] Around here, they do.
[LACOSTE] Maybe the heater is faulty.
It's metal. She could've touched it,
been electrocuted and stumbled back.
What are booster cables
doing near a curling rink?
Maybe Agent Nichol is onto something.
[GAMACHE] Maybe the
k*ller used the generator
to electrocute Madame de
Poitiers intentionally.
But if I'm right,
why would the k*ller
choose to m*rder someone
in such an elaborate and public way?
That's a lot of hate.
Who's the next of kin?
Who makes a home where
children suffered?
[NICHOL] Huh?
It's an old residential school
for Indigenous kids.
Well, clearly, it
didn't bother our victim.
[GAMACHE] Call the pathology lab,
find out when we can expect the report.
- Sergeant.
- [LACOSTE] Thanks.
[IN FRENCH] Hi, Jean-Guy
Beauvoir speaking.
[IN FRENCH] I'm calling
to see if you have news
What's your progress?
- [BANGING ON DOOR]
[DOOR LOCKED]
- Should we break it down?
- This is not a movie.
Step back. There's a
grieving family inside.
Okay.
Chief Inspector Gamache.
Sorry, I was in the attic.
Come in.
Hello.
[DOOR CLOSES]
My daughter, Crie.
These are police
officers. Please say hello.
Hello, Crie.
My name's Armand Gamache.
- I'm very sorry about your mother.
- She's in shock.
We both are.
Perhaps we could speak
somewhere privately.
Crie won't mind.
- But I will.
- Okay.
Just through here.
Stay with her.
It was a stressful time for CC,
with her first book coming out.
I already have a copy.
Agent Nichol is a fan.
- I wouldn't say a fan
- I haven't read mine yet.
Perhaps you could give us the
gist of your wife's philosophy.
It's about keeping your
emotions in, trapped.
Like white paint on the wall.
Though not on the wall,
Li Bien.
Beneath the wall, on the inside.
What time did she leave on
the day of the curling match?
I'm not sure. Early.
She went there with a
colleague, Saul Petrov.
- The portrait photographer?
- Yeah.
He lives in Montreal, but he has
a rental here for the holidays.
For CC.
- For CC?
- To photograph her.
He took that.
He's documenting her
life for her next book.
Did he take any
photographs of the curling?
Yes.
Spends a lot of time with your wife?
It's not what you think.
He may have taken a photograph
of the person who k*lled her.
Can you think of anyone who
might have wanted to harm her?
CC wasn't the easiest
person to get along with.
She was impatient.
She didn't suffer fools.
I'm sure she ruffled a
few feathers around here,
but that doesn't mean anyone
would want to k*ll her, does it?
I need to talk to your daughter.
Merci.
[GAMACHE] Crie?
May I sit?
I lost my mother
when I was a little younger than you.
My father too.
- Were you sad?
- Yeah.
Yes, I was very, very sad.
I can't tell you that
the pain will stop.
But I promise you, you'll survive this.
I can't take away the hurt, but
I can help you understand
what happened to your mother.
Grief sometimes feels
like fear, doesn't it?
But it's not.
Grief is
love.
Love with no place to go.
Tomorrow we need to get statements
from everybody at the curling match.
Friends and family?
True. And also we have to track
down that photographer, Saul Petrov.
Update on the pathology report?
Ready in the morning.
Good. And a situation room.
Nichol, perhaps you can
help, as you're a local.
- Yeah, sure thing.
- Good.
And, now what do we do?
Now?
Well, no m*rder was ever
solved on an empty stomach.
[ALL CHATTERING AND LAUGHING]
[CHATTERING STOPS]
- Bonsoir.
- Bonsoir.
We were hoping for a table.
How long was he there?
He was in on it.
[ALL CHATTERING]
- Excuse me, but that's CC, isn't it?
- Mm-hmm.
- Who's the artist?
- Clara Morrow.
She's local. We have a
big artistic community.
- Can I meet her?
- You're in luck.
Hey, Clara. You've got yourself a fan.
Oh
[GAMACHE] Sorry to interrupt. I'm sorry.
- Gamache.
- Clara Morrow.
Did you paint this?
From a photograph. She
didn't have time to sit.
[GAMACHE] There's so much
going on beneath the surface.
Just like CC.
- Oh, did you know her well?
- No, only a little, but, um
she seemed so perfect.
But there was something underneath.
It's like when you paint over
an old painting that you hated,
and everyone tells you they love it
but you know that if you chipped
away at that top layer of oil,
that old painting, it'd still be there.
Mmm.
Well, it's very beautiful.
As if you can see inside her soul.
I had no idea law enforcement
knew so much about art.
[LAUGHS]
Of course, my wife is a huge talent.
Yet to be discovered.
Mmm.
- Very nice to meet you.
- Yeah.
Guess who found the best situation room?
Good work.
Buckle up, everyone.
None of us is going anywhere.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
What do you think? It's perfect, right?
Hello!
[GAMACHE] This is your place?
Be Calm is a cultural centre,
serving mostly Iotenen'tón:
ni Mohawk community.
Iotenen'tón: ni?
That's near Three Pines?
Just a couple of miles that way.
- Are you ready to see that other space?
- Yes.
I sometimes use this room
for crafting workshops,
but nobody much comes
here before the thaw. So
Thank you, madam. This is perfect.
People around here call me Bea.
Did you, by any chance,
know CC de Poitiers?
Her book and this place share a name.
Oh. Be Calm's been here 20 years.
CC de Poitiers, not so
long. Must be a coincidence.
Unusual choice for a native woman, SQ.
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah.
I had this crazy idea that
I could change things
- from the inside.
- Mmm.
How's it going for you?
[CHUCKLES]
Uh, you know.
Who are your people?
[SIGHS]
I don't know.
I was adopted when I
was a year old. So
Oh
Sir, according to CC's
credit card statements,
she's paid for many hotel
rooms in Montreal the past year.
Even when she was living there
before she moved to Three Pines.
I think someone was getting
a little afternoon delight.
Get a full list of where
she stayed and when,
and times she checked in and out.
Right on it, sir.
Any forensics on the jumper cable?
No, nothing.
But it's a very common brand,
found in any garage in the province.
And it was long enough to run
between CC and the generator,
so it could've been used.
For the victim to die,
four things had to happen.
CC had to be standing in
water, her hands had to be bare,
and she had to touch the only
thing that was electrified.
The current had to run through her body,
out of her feet and into the water.
Do we know what the blue
puddle under the seat was?
It's washer fluid.
It must have been spilled deliberately.
Washer fluid has no
place on a curling rink.
So what was it doing there?
Electricity, it's like a living thing.
It's desperately seeking to stay alive.
It races from one form to another.
Through metal, through
the body, into the earth.
When CC's hand touched the source,
her heart would have given in in
seconds, only she had to be grounded.
Impossible.
The sole on her snow boots would
have protected her from the shock.
Except she wasn't wearing
rubber-soled boots.
Look at these soles.
[NICHOL] Metal claws.
So, CC was standing in the puddle
created by the washer fluid
with metal claws on her boots.
The k*ller turned her seat
into an electric chair.
Madame de Poitiers was ex*cuted.
[BIRD CAWS]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[LACOSTE] Patron?
You have something?
An address for that
photographer, Saul Petrov.
He's at a rental half
a mile from CC's place.
The hotel where she got those rooms,
the staff says he looks
like the guy she's been with.
Let's pay him a visit.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING]
[SAUL] CC thought it would
be easier if I was close.
Easier for what?
To finish work on her new book.
I was taking pictures for it.
Your relationship with CC
was just a working thing or
Strictly professional.
She paid for this place.
And hotel rooms in Montreal,
checked in and out of during the day.
- Was she meeting you?
- Me? No.
I'm a married man.
We have the dates, so we can
check the security footage
at the Ritz Montreal, if it's easier.
Okay, we did meet there,
but only to talk about work.
Twice a week for a year?
I took what I could get.
What were you photographing?
CC, of course.
Couldn't get enough of
photographing that face.
She wanted pictures with the community,
wanted to feel like she was part of it.
but I don't think they
felt like she fitted in.
They made her feel like an outsider.
- You take photos of the curling match?
- Yeah. A few.
We'll need to see those.
And don't leave Three Pines.
Sure.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[IN FRENCH] CC ate in the
bistro a handful of times.
She always complained about something.
The fish was too bony, sauce too rich.
I only ever dealt with her
as a customer to be honest.
I think Myrna knew
her quite well though.
few conversations about her book,
and how many copies she thought
I needed to order for the store.
[CHUCKLES]
She lived in an old residential school.
You think she'd be interested
in a cultural centre?
CC had asked Sophie to
play at the book launch.
I was excited to do it.
And we were both
thrilled at the prospect,
but she was a little
critical of Sophie's playing.
We felt it best that we kind
of passed on that opportunity.
I painted her, but, um,
she didn't have time to sit.
Um
She was really interested
in Peter's work, really.
We talked about art for
that huge house of hers
and, uh, discussed our
favourite galleries.
She did stay at the B&B.
Yeah, like a year ago.
Yeah, about a year ago.
Um
Great review.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, fun.
[CHUCKLES]
She seemed a little cold,
if I am being honest.
I didn't get the impression that
she and her husband were happy.
In truth, I barely knew the woman.
She wasn't actually
interested in oldies like us.
- No.
- [BOTH LAUGHING]
[BOTH] Mmm.
What the f*ck do you want?
Ruth Zardo, may we come in?
[DUCK QUACKS]
[DUCK QUACKS]
"Forget what? Your sadness, your shadow,
what was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside,
flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favourite child."
Forgive me,
my wife and I, we're huge fans.
I live out here to avoid huge fans.
- Will this take long?
- [BEAUVOIR WHISPERS] Let's hope not.
What can you tell us
about CC de Poitiers?
- Not much.
- But you knew her.
No better than anyone else.
She only moved into that
monstrosity a couple of months back.
Place stood empty for years.
Then CC bought it.
[GROANS]
You can tell a lot about a person
by the way they feel about birds.
CC hated them too.
Can you tell us about the curling?
You were the first responder.
CC f*cking d*ed. What's to tell?
Or perhaps you saw something
or someone near her just before?
Not a thing.
Frankenstein, interesting choice.
Are we done?
CC was m*rder*d, Madame Zardo.
[DUCK QUACKS]
And I'm late for book
club, Chief inspector.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING]
[RUTH GROANING]
Gotcha!
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
- [BONE CRACKS]
- [MAN] That is so gross.
We're actually closed.
Can I help you, Chief Inspector?
I'm hoping you can all help.
I was struggling to get a sense of
A sense of what CC de
Poitiers was really like.
What do you want from us?
Her f*cking life story?
[CLARA] We barely knew her.
But you painted her.
CC was going to show Clara's
work to an influential friend,
but it came to nothing.
The painting was a thank you.
Not that she even wanted it.
CC was damaged, she wouldn't
know how to be grateful.
So you weren't a fan either.
A lot of you are saying
you barely knew her, but
I'm hearing she upset a lot of people.
She was upset with
you, wasn't she, Myrna?
When you wouldn't host her book signing.
When she wanted her launch
party at the bistro, you refused.
The next day you closed
down for an inspection
because of a report of food poisoning.
So you see,
a lot of you seem to know her a
lot better than you're letting on.
Anyway, if you think of
anything that we should know,
you could contact us.
We'll be at Be Calm.
If not, you can call me.
Hey, Chief, I'll tell you something.
This village is the most
welcoming place on Earth.
But if you don't belong here,
Three Pines will find
you out and chase you out,
one way or another.
Good night.
[DOOR CLOSES]
That told them.
[ALL LAUGHING]
And that's how you do it.
[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
- Pierre?
- So you still out in the sticks?
Yes, still here.
You dig anything up on
the Blue Two-Rivers case?
I told you they were last seen
getting into Kevin Kis' truck, right?
- Right.
- Well, that truck
was picked up by a traffic cam
crossing Brooklyn Bridge two weeks ago.
Then, again, entering Red Rook.
That's a project in Brooklyn.
A lot of g*ns, a lot of dr*gs.
I had this officer check out
every social media post with a
Red Rook hashtag on that date.
- You got something?
- Pinging it to you.
It's Blue and Tommy.
We're trying to track
the kid who posted it.
I don't know how to thank you.
Reine-Marie's poutine and a
games night ought to do it.
[CHUCKLES] Small price.
Tell the Two-Rivers the good news.
Thanks, Pierre.
I have to go to the Mohawk
community at Pine Ridge.
Iotenen'tón: ni?
Yeah, I need to speak to the
family of Blue Two-Rivers.
Did you get clearance from Francoeur?
- In that case, I'm coming with you.
- Thanks.
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[GAMACHE] We have some
good news about Blue.
This photograph was taken two weeks
ago in a Brooklyn housing project.
We're looking into who posted
it for more information.
- She's alive?
- Yeah.
We know you've been let down
before, but you can trust us.
If she was alive, she
would have called us.
- We don't have all the answers.
- She would have called.
What was Tommy's relationship
like with his brother Kevin?
Close. Their mother d*ed years
back, only had each other.
Kevin put food in his mouth
and clothes on his back.
[GAMACHE] We know he didn't
make his money by the book.
According to who?
He was perfectly within his
rights to sell cigarettes tax-free.
Not legally.
[WOMAN] Our laws are different.
Because he made a living his own way
within the shitty hand that your country
dealt us, you labelled that a crime.
[SCOFFS]
Is it possible that Tommy persuaded
Blue to leave to go away with him?
And leave her baby?
No, no way.
I've realized that people can
do the most unexpected things.
Perhaps it all got too much for her?
Oh, because we're native, we're
child abusers and abandoners?
No, I don't think that. It can't
be easy being a young mother.
Pearl is everything to Blue. She
was trying to secure their future.
This isn't right.
She was starting college in the fall.
She worked really hard to get her GED.
She was wearing this in
Brooklyn two weeks ago.
Can't be hanging in her closet, can it?
[GAMACHE] It's impossible to
know if that's the same jacket.
What would you rather believe?
That your kid's dead, or
they don't need you anymore?
We've got to trace her.
Put out an APB, New York State.
- Okay, good night.
- Good night.
[CAR ALARM BEEPS]
[BRAKES SCREECH]
[BLOWS AIR]
- [BIRD SCREECHES]
- [GAMACHE GASPS]
[GASPS]
[PANTING]
[SIGHS]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
A smell of burning
filled the startled air.
CC de Poitiers was no longer there.
[LAUGHING]
Best f*cking barbecue I've ever been to.
[DOOR OPENS]
[CHURCH BELL TOLLING]
Sir, sir. Why did you do that?
Why'd you move the pictures?
Because they all hated her.
Every single one of them.
But did any of them
have an actual motive?
She hurt each and every one
of them, one way or another.
Okay, but which one of them did it?
Have you read Mary
Shelley's Frankenstein?
I'm not much of a reader, sir.
Mmm.
"The monster is dead, and the
villagers are celebrating."
Huh?
In the story,
the villagers aren't just
celebrating the death of the monster.
They k*lled him themselves.
So, what if it was all of them?
[CLOSING THEME MUSIC PLAYING]