[panting]
Stop. We can't leave without her.
[indistinct chatter]
[door closes]
-[girl whimpers] -[man grunts]
[girl] Run!
Run!
Let me go.
Let me go!
[bell tolling]
-You okay, Patron? -Hmm.
[Gamache] What sort of God allows such atrocities to happen in his name?
What sort of man allows it?
This tiny, sleepy village, full of kind,
compassionate people, and two murders in one year.
Yeah.
Perhaps some of that evil from St. Anthony's leached into the ground
and ran into Three Pines and polluted the place.
It's all connected.
Come on.
[opening theme music playing]
What was your relationship with Marc Fortier?
-We were just acquaintances. -Oh, come on now, Peter.
We know it was more than that.
When you erase something on your cell, it's not really, uh...
it's not really gone, okay?
We can access the data, every text, every picture you ever sent.
We have your text conversations with Marc Fortier right here.
[Gamache] You met Marc quite a lot.
And judging from these texts, your relationship was, um...
intense.
"It's been years since I felt like this, light and free.
But it only lasts minutes after I leave you,
and then I feel bad again."
"You have to tell Clara."
"I know. But every time I try, I bail."
-"Can I see you tonight?" -Stop, please.
It looks bad, I see that.
But it's not at all how it sounds. I swear to God, it's not.
You wouldn't be the first married man to have an affair with a man.
-It wasn't an affair. -[Beauvoir] So what was it?
You were looking for something in the cabin. What was it?
Marc's laptop.
[Peter sighs]
What was on the laptop that you wanted to hide?
My therapy notes.
I gave Marc art lessons, he gave me therapy.
Why would you wanna hide that?
Because I know what you do when someone dies.
I don't want anyone reading those notes. They're private.
If you read them, you'll know.
-Know what, Peter? -Who killed Marc?
No. [scoffs]
Things that happened a long time ago. Things I've never shared with Clara.
[door opens and closes]
I'm sorry, I... I should have asked first.
It's just a sketch.
When can I see Peter?
Where were you when Marc cried out?
I don't know, on the ground floor somewhere trying to get out.
You didn't seem as impressed with Marc as your friends were.
What was it about him?
He asked me to paint him.
Oh.
-And did you? -No. I don't do commissions.
I choose my subjects because I see something inside them.
Something...
unresolved that maybe they don't even see inside themselves.
And you didn't see anything inside Marc?
Nothing I wanted to paint.
Were you threatened by him? By his friendship with Peter?
No. Why would I be?
Well, we know they spent a lot of time together.
-Perhaps that bothered you. -I wasn't exactly thrilled about it.
Peter was with him all the time. It didn't make any sense to me.
But do you really think I'm capable of murder?
Well, I think we all are.
I'm gonna need a DNA sample.
You've reached the voicemail of Chief Inspector Armand Gamache.
Please leave a message.
[Lacoste] I'm going to have another look at Kevin and Tommy's house.
I must have missed something.
[sighs]
[panting]
Oh, my God.
[grunts]
[duck quacks]
[quacking]
[Gamache] Ground's a little hard.
You need some help?
[chuckles]
What are you digging?
I called her Lillium.
I only cracked the shell to help her.
[woman] Here. Take care of it.
It's not your fault, Ruth.
Nature's way.
They can't all survive.
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all."
-Yeah, yeah. Emily Dickinson. -[chuckles softly]
How fucking boring.
[laughs]
Well, she was a favourite of mine, until I read Ruth Zardo.
Heard you got Peter in a cell up in Montreal.
Not anymore.
-What were you doing in their home? -Clara's helping with inquiries.
They've got nothing to do with it.
-Well, you have proof of that? -I know what I know.
Could be one of them.
Instead of hypothesizing, numb-nuts,
why don't you go find some actual evidence?
[chuckles softly]
[chuckles]
[in French] Okay. Get that bagged.
[Lacoste] Is it blood?
[in French] We'll have it processed right away.
Can I help you?
Hi, Kathleen Barker. Department of Youth Protection.
What's this about?
-I need to speak to you about your girls. -Is everything okay?
-Can we go inside? -Yeah.
[Kathleen] There's been allegations about your parenting.
Allegations of what?
I'm not at liberty to say.
We've been told you work long hours.
You know, I'm a police officer.
And sometimes the girls are left alone.
No.
Never.
They're with my mother when I'm working.
They're always safe.
-You can't take them away from me. -This is just an investigation.
The complaint was made to the Childhelp hotline,
and we have to investigate every complaint.
The call was anonymous?
Hmm.
This is crazy.
[exhales]
Sometimes people make malicious allegations.
But we have to take every call we get seriously,
you know that.
Marc's laptop's been processed. Nothing.
Just as well, I got something.
I took it upon myself to have a little looksie at the cell phone
the kid left at the school the night of.
You wanna see what I found?
-You ready? Yeah? -[Gamache] Mm-hmm.
[indistinct shouting on video]
[Nichol] Hey, look, it's Sophie.
Sophie was there.
Do you think she could've been there without Hayden knowing?
Or maybe he didn't want us thinking his little genius
was vandalizing empty properties.
Okay, are you ready for this?
[Gamache] Mm-hmm.
Okay, look to the right of the screen.
-It's Bea. -Bea told me she wasn't there.
So she lied.
[Gamache] Question is, why.
Good work.
I'm impressed.
[exhales]
Why'd you lie to me, Bea?
You were there at St. Anthony's.
Why'd you lie about that?
I've got my reasons.
-None of them are any of your concern. -Well, I am concerned.
Do you think I'm dangerous, Chief? You think I'm a killer?
Go ahead, arrest me.
No?
I didn't think so.
[engine starts]
Matthew, Bea's brother.
-Bea's brother? -Mm-hmm.
[Gamache] She never mentioned a brother.
Matthew and a couple of boys ran away from the school.
They tried to cross the Bella Bella and drowned.
Their bodies were never recovered.
And that this is a list of all the kids
who went to St. Anthony's from the time Bea was there until it closed.
Figured this one might interest you.
-Mary Two-Rivers? -Yeah, the birth dates line up.
I think Mary is the name the nuns gave Arisawe Two-Rivers, a Christian name.
Maybe she can help us.
-Good work, Jean-Guy. -Thank you.
Cowansville are understaffed so we're guarding the crime scene tonight.
Okay.
The SIJ found blood up at Kevin and Tommy's house.
They're testing it against Blue's DNA.
The floor had been bleached down,
so they took some samples from between the boards,
mostly just dirt and hair and a few other fibres.
-Pine needles? -Isabelle, are you okay?
Somebody called Youth Protection on me.
-What? -Yeah. I...
I've social workers crawling around, calling me... Calling me a bad mom.
-If they were to take them from me... -No, no, that's not gonna happen.
No one's taking your kids anywhere.
-We'll figure this out together, okay? -Thanks.
I need to go and speak to Arisawe.
She was a pupil at St. Anthony's.
Isabelle...
Do you feel up to going back out there with me tomorrow?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
Good.
[bell rings]
I have your therapy notes.
You read them?
Just enough to know you were telling the truth.
I deleted them from Marc's laptop.
No one need know, unless you choose to tell them.
Secrets like this, Peter, they're not good for the soul.
Or for a marriage.
[doorbell chimes]
[sighs]
Hayden must have known Sophie was there that night.
So he lied to us.
Uh, you do what you gotta do to protect your kids.
Hey.
You okay? What's up?
[clanging]
-What was that? -It's coming from the basement.
Are you insane?
We're here to protect the scene, aren't we?
[Beauvoir] Hey, I don't think this is a good idea.
[Beauvoir shudders]
[clattering]
Police! Show yourself.
[metal clangs]
[Beauvoir] Police!
Hey, maybe I should call for back-up.
Come on.
[rattling]
[both breathing heavily]
-[chittering] -[both gasping]
Fucking racoon!
[both laughing]
Okay. Come on, let's get out of here.
Where'd it go?
-Where'd it go? -I don't care. Let's get outta here.
-[rattling] -Hear that?
What is it?
I don't know.
But it's big enough to crawl through.
Speak for yourself, I'm too built for that.
Oh... Sure you are.
[Beauvoir] Hey.
Okay.
[door creaks]
[screams]
[laughs]
Jesus.
[laughs]
Oh, God! You didn't think I'd stay down there all by myself?
It's a secret passageway.
Well, if the killer knew about this tunnel,
he could've joined the others without them noticing.
Yeah, and stashed this along the way.
It's the same make and model as Marc Fortier's missing phone.
Okay.
Some good news would go a long way right now.
Find anything at Kevin's?
We're still waiting on the forensics report.
Kevin's our best lead. Looks like he's crossed the border.
He could be anywhere right now.
So you came all this way to tell us nothing?
No.
They came all this way so you could tell them something.
Sorry.
For what?
Kara?
I made that stupid call to the child helpline, okay?
What? Why would you...
Why would you do something like that?
I wanted you to know how it feels.
To miss someone you love.
Thought it might make you do something to find my sister.
Go get the tea.
Go on.
We have called them back and sorted it all out.
I'm truly sorry for what she did.
We're actually here to ask if you could help us with another case.
What is it?
We have a case at the old residential school in Three Pines.
We saw your name on the enrolment list.
Would you be willing to answer some questions about that time?
Haven't you caused enough pain?
[in French] Grandma.
You don't have to go back there.
I'm okay.
Go on.
When you were at the school,
did you hear about three boys who escaped? Ran away?
And... they drowned.
Yeah.
And I know what really happened to them, too.
They didn't drown?
A day before they ran away,
one of the boys set fire to the janitor's office.
That man was pure evil.
We called him the Caretaker. Ironic and all.
We were all shit scared of him.
But he was mad as hell.
He was planning their punishment.
So they... The boys ran away.
Somehow, he found out that they were gone, and he went after them.
Next day, we all heard that they drowned in the Bella Bella.
But we didn't believe them.
What do you think really happened?
Me?
[gasps]
[sighs]
I think they're still down there. They're down there in that basement.
[sobbing]
[sighs]
If there's three, there's more.
Possibly a lot more.
We need ground radar up here.
Cover the whole site.
-[Lacoste] Do you think we can get DNA? -I hope so.
Isabelle.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, too.
At least they get to go home.
Bea.
Spit it out, Chief, what?
I think I found your brother.
[women singing in foreign language]
I'm so sorry.
[sobbing]
His name was Niyaaniipuu.
Means "stands facing forward."
Well, now that it's out, what do you want to hear?
It was my fault he died.
How was it your fault?
That's how they knew he was gone. 'Cause I got caught.
You think Marc's father killed your brother, don't you?
I know he did.
I heard him screaming, and I heard him stop.
It couldn't have been easy.
Seeing Marc around Three Pines,
reminding you what his father did.
I didn't kill him, Chief.
Do you have any idea who did?
Maybe it's something, maybe it's nothing.
What?
-[Bea sighs] -Tell me, Bea.
The morning he died,
I saw Marc and Sophie talking.
But Hayden came along.
They all started arguing, and it was really tense.
[piano playing]
[piano stops]
It was Marc's favourite.
Well, it's just us now.
[sniffles]
That detective came around again. Asked for you to call him.
I'm going to the store to get a soda.
-No. -I know how to get there.
You know how to get to St. Anthony's too, don't you?
I know you were there.
I lied. I lied to the police to protect you, Sophie.
All this sneaking around,
jeopardizing everything we've dreamed about.
What did you do?
-I just needed some air. -Sophie...
Just needed some...
God, some fucking space!
[door opens and closes]
[song in foreign language playing]
[both chuckle]
[indistinct chatter on TV]
You see Mommy?
[bird caws]
[bird cawing]
I love you.
I love you, too.
[Lacoste] Patron.
The full analysis of Marc's financial records came back.
They found something?
Well, he was living rent-free because Hayden thought he was broke.
It turns out he had over 100K stashed in his bank account.
So, he's capable of deceiving his best friend.
That's not it. He bought a plane ticket to New York in Sophie's name.
Team, I've got something.
We found dozens of voice notes from Marc's cell phone to Sophie's,
and from hers to his.
-They were having an affair? -Well, maybe listen before you presume.
Okay, one second.
[Marc] So, great news.
Got a call from NYU and they're offering you
a full scholarship on the BA in Music Technology.
I know this is what you want, Soph...
But your dad loves you. He just wants what's best for you.
I hate keeping secrets from my best friend.
If you won't do it, Sophie, I will.
Sophie was going to New York to get away from her dad?
And to study Music Tech.
Schulich was Hayden's dream. I guess it wasn't Sophie's.
Marc was helping her achieve that behind Hayden's back.
[Gamache] But Marc was about to expose Sophie's secret,
which means they both had reasons to be angry.
Angry enough to kill?
There's only one person who can tell us that.
Door's open.
[Nichol] Police!
They're gone.
Put out an APB. Get SIJ down here.
I've already found us a great apartment.
We'll be roommates.
I can help you with your practice
and without the commute, there'll be plenty of time for theatre, concerts.
Isn't part of being a student getting out into the world on your own?
That's never going to be an option for you, honey.
There are people with my condition who live totally normal lives.
They go to school, to work.
There's this one guy,
he has these special glasses with telescopes for driving...
Who told you that? Marc?
[Sophie] Marc cared about me, about what I wanted.
Dad, I... I think you missed the turn.
We're not going to Montreal, are we?
[siren wailing]
Is that the police?
Why aren't you stopping?
What's wrong?
Dad, you have to stop.
God, you're scaring me!
Copy.
-Hayden's car was spotted. -Hold on.
-Let's go. -I'll wait for SIJ.
Good.
[Hayden] Were you sleeping with him?
[Sophie] What, no. How could you even think that?
[Hayden] He was filling your head
with all that nonsense about New York and music technologies,
as if the talent you were born with didn't matter.
You think New York was Marc's idea?
-Yes. -It was mine.
I begged him to help me, begged him to keep it a secret.
I was sick of living in that prison, sick of being with you.
[brakes screeching]
-[gasping] -[bear growls]
[in French] Christ, we didn't see that in Nicolet!
[Gamache] Nichol, keep your gun on the bear.
Okay.
We didn't know what to do, Chief.
Stand down, officers. We've got this.
Move back, it's okay.
It's okay, it's all right, it's okay. Just don't move.
Hayden, you need to get out of the car.
-I got the bear covered, sir. -[Gamache] Hayden.
[Hayden] It's okay. I'm so sorry.
[Gamache] We need to get you both away from the bear.
-What did you do? -I didn't do anything.
You have to let Sophie out of the car.
I know you want to protect her, but you have to let her out of the car.
[car door opens]
Nice and slow.
-[Hayden] Don't leave, Soph. -[Gamache] No sudden moves.
[Hayden] Please.
[Gamache] That's it, Sophie, nice and slow.
Come towards us.
That's right, nice and slow.
[Lacoste] I'm right here.
[Sophie crying]
Now, Hayden, you have to get out of the car.
[growling]
[Gamache] Show me your hands, your hands!
That's it.
Slow.
Agent Nichol.
Put your hands behind you.
I'm arresting you for the murder of Marc Fortier.
You need not say anything.
You have nothing to hope for.
No promise or favor.
Nothing to fear from any threat.
It was dark. It was an accident, it was a mistake.
Marc's injuries tell a different story.
You smashed his skull against that rock until he was dead.
-That's a lot of anger. -My little girl was in danger.
-I have to keep her safe. -Sophie's not a little girl anymore.
[shouting] You have no idea how dangerous it is out there,
I'm her father!
Perhaps she needs you to let her make her own choices.
Chief, how did you know?
I called Richard Lyons.
-But... -Hayden was giving free piano lessons
-up at St. Anthony's. He knew the house. -But, what made you call, sir?
If you go near a nest of chicks, the mummy bird will freak out.
She'll do anything to scare any intruders.
Anything.
I just got a call from SIJ.
The blood at Kevin's is a match for Blue's.
Do they think she died there?
I am waiting for the full report, but it's looking bad for Kevin.
We need to find him fast.
[in French] Incident at the old residential school in Three Pines.
Nearby units please respond.
Let's go.
[in French] Copy. Heading to scene.
[people shouting]
[overlapping chatter]