CUMMING: This is "Masterpiece Mystery!"

We are here to protect you.

EDWARD: And what about Clare?

CUMMING: Previously, on "Baptiste"... JULIEN: Doesn't everyone deserve to know who their father is?

It's not your secret to tell.

CONSTANTIN: 24 hours to bring back what you took from me.

EDWARD: When he finds the money, I will make sure that it comes back to you.

I have it.

Thank you, Julien.

What are you doing here?

Hey, stop!

Some good has to come out of this.

I'm sorry.

CUMMING: "Baptiste," right now on "Masterpiece Mystery!"

♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) (water rushing in pipes) ♪ ♪ (water splashing in sink) (loud thud, man speaking Romanian) (man urinating) (Cristina tugging at bars) ♪ ♪ (snaps fingers, shouts in Romanian) ♪ ♪ (man counting in Romanian) (continues counting, woman whimpering) Hey, what's wrong with you?

Are you sick?

(crying) (speaking Romanian) (man continues speaking Romanian, woman crying) (man mocking her crying) (Cristina grunts, man screaming) (glass shard drops) DANIELA: ♪ ♪ (catching breath) (men shouting inside) ♪ ♪ (speaking Romanian) (man ordering others) (panting) ♪ ♪ DANIELA: (panting) (Christina speaking Polish, grunts) ♪ ♪ (catching breath) (men speaking Romanian outside) ♪ ♪ (speaking Romanian) (metallic thunk, men continue talking) (door opening in next room) DANIELA: (footsteps approaching, distant thunk) ♪ ♪ We are here!

I'm sorry, I didn't want to run.

She made me.

(breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (phone ringing distantly) Ah, Mr. Baptiste.

Busy night screwing everything up?

Edward enlisted the help of Natalie's roommate.

Lina Aouadi, yeah, I know-- they brought me up to speed right after they got me out of bed.

Well, we should try to find Lina, no?

No (no audio).

Edward Stratton is a resourceful man.

You shouldn't waste your time being angry with me.

Use your energy finding him.

We had him, Mr. Baptiste, we had him, and we had the money, everything we needed to put Constantin Baracu away.

Yes, I had him, I had the money, you held him hostage.

A man like that-- fearing for his life, fearing for the lives of his loved ones.

I kept him in the hotel to keep him safe.

You were not thinking of him, Miss Taylor, only of how you could use him!

Of course he panics, becomes reckless.

And now it's my family who is in danger.

Julien, your car was found abandoned one kilometer from where Edward took it, keys still inside.

And you should know-- Kim Vogel was murdered earlier today.

The Brigada?

MARTHA: Yes, looks like it.

Her reward, no doubt, for helping me.

I must return to the safe house.

I need to know my family are well.

Your car is parked outside.

It's easy, I find, Miss Taylor, to blame everyone but yourself.

The easy way, however, is not always the right one.

How many units looking for Stratton?

Enough.

What does that mean?

Edward Stratton is a lost cause.

You tried and failed with him.

Don't make me call your boss on this.

There are ways other than Stratton.

We can arrest Constantin for Kim's murder.

With what evidence?

We build the case.

Interpol has resources.

You can help, instead of wasting our time chasing one Englishman.

Right, so that's your solution, a murder charge.

You know that would take years, even for a police department that wasn't run by a drunk.

(quietly): I have work to do.

♪ ♪ (picking up bag) (din of the street) ♪ ♪ You don't have to be here, you know.

Yeah, I just want to find Lina.

She's our only hope to find Edward.

Most Europol, they, uh, sit at the desk, sending emails, going gray.

I mean, what's your deal?

What's your... You're about as square as a football.

I don't have a deal.

(scoffs) I'm sorry, I, uh... that was my attempt at a joke.

It's fine, I'm sorry.

(sighs) This case is making me a bit...

I'm not usually like this, I promise.

Well, maybe, perhaps we could, like, get a, get a, get a beer after this?

Talk about it?

Oh, I, it's... Oh, yeah, sorry, yeah.

Of course, you have boyfriend.

It's complicated, it's... Yeah.

Any chance we could, like, press this magic button over here and pretend that this entire conversation never happened?

(quietly): Sure.

GENEVIEVE: Can I talk to you for a second?

Yeah, sure.

Do you know a girl called Lina Aouadi?

I know her.

Have you seen her?

No, not for a while.

Thanks.

WOMAN: You're welcome.

Okay, thank you.

Can I talk to you for a second?

WOMAN 3: About what?

Hello?

Lina?

Sorry.

Come on.

Thank you.

(Niels speaking Dutch) Okay.

MAN: Nee.

(speaking Dutch) ♪ ♪ That her?

Yeah.

Lina.

Lina!

Hey!

Lina!

♪ ♪ Where is he?

Who?

Did he pay you to help him?

Is that where you got the money to score?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I can arrest you right now for what you have in your hand.

If you tell us where Edward Stratton is, you walk away.

I don't know.

Oh, come on, don't insult us both.

I don't, I swear.

I wish I had never agreed with him.

He said he was going to give back the money to Constantin, let us all get back to our lives.

Instead he ran away with it, and I don't know where to.

And does Constantin know Edward's run away with the money?

Yes.

They've been following me.

That's all I can tell you.

Can I go now, or are you going to arrest me?

Go on.

Go.

(sighs) If Constantin's having her followed, she might have led him right to Edward before they screwed over Baptiste.

So, you think they already have Edward?

I don't know.

Bloody hope not, or this whole thing is beyond over.

♪ ♪ (door opens, keys jingling) (sighs) CELIA (speaking French): (breathes deeply) So, what happened?

I found the money, and, uh... and then I lost it, along with Edward.

So we can't go home?

Not yet.

And, uh...

I think we must move again to a new location.

Why?

The woman who was helping the investigation, she was killed today.

(breathing heavily) So, you think they may try and find us too?

No, we're fine.

But, uh, it's better to be safe.

(sighs) Yeah.

(waves crashing) ♪ ♪ (grunts, man on boat shouts) (seagulls squawking) ♪ ♪ Morning.

Morning.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (doorbell rings) Hey, Clare.

Can I come in?

Um... (word catches) Sorry to do this to you, but can you pack some things and come with me?

There's a taxi waiting.

What's going on?

You're in danger, okay?

We both are.

Serious danger.

What danger?

(puts down bag, rustling) Jesus, what have you done?

Edward?

(footsteps approaching) Oh.

Hey, Carl.

Hi.

CLARE: I was going to tell you.

Um... You're on a Romanian gangster's kill list.

Sorry about that.

(chuckles) Five minutes and we have to be gone.

No phones, nothing they can trace.

CLARE: Are you serious?

(no audio) now!

♪ ♪ (bell tolling distantly, car door closes) ♪ ♪ (engine starts) (other car engine starts) ♪ ♪ I've spoken to Abgralle.

He has the new house ready.

He'll maintain the 24-hour rota there.

I will find him.

(flinging clothes down) Ron has a job!

He can't keep making excuses.

I... it's fine, I understand.

Noelle has appointment, we have a life.

I know, I know, I'm truly sorry.

SARA: SARA: I have to pack the baby stuff.

I'll do it.

(footsteps retreating) (exhales) You're not going to the new house.

I'm sorry.

You have to go again.

Where?

This time I-I cannot tell you.

I'm not even sure myself.

You're scared.

(word catches) A little.

(sighs) Listen.

We've always been honest with each other, haven't we?

There's something I need to tell you.

Martha's son, Niels.

He's mine, he's my son.

♪ ♪ How long have you known?

Not long.

Only found out yesterday.

Does he know?

Not yet.

But I hope he will.

Was before I met you.

He's 32.

A lifetime ago.

Why are you telling me this now?

Is it because you think you-you might not come back?

Of course I will be back.

Listen, I know you, and I know when you're scared.

(voice breaking): These men...

I'll be gone just a few days.

(breathing deeply) Fine, well... We'll be here, waiting for you.

As we always are.

♪ ♪ (brakes squeaking) Here we are.

No neighbors, as requested.

On holiday, is it?

It's more of a mini-break.

Right.

(putting down bags) So, you've got the bedroom through there.

Bathroom, kitchen, lounge.

You two have the bedroom, obviously.

MANAGER: So, you paying by, uh, cash or card?

Cash.

(objects and bag rustling) Christ, how long do you think we're going to be here?

Carl's not still vegan, is he?

No.

Remember the smell of that lentil mush he used to make?

Used to stink out the flat for days.

So, we not even going to talk about it, then?

About what?

(places bottle on counter) I don't know.

Prostitutes, Romanian gangs, everything you said in the car.

I don't get it.

How?

How did all this happen?

Who exactly is after this money?

I've told you what you need to know.

You owe me a little bit more than that.

You just turned our lives upside-down.

This is terrifying.

Everything's under control, okay, Clare?

(throwing objects onto shelf) I just need a few days here to sort things.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (children shrieking playfully) ♪ ♪ (exhales loudly) (door opens) (door closes) Good afternoon.

Miss Taylor, yes?

Get out of my car.

You should have come over, said hi to the kids.

I thought you'd be happy to finally meet me.

I'm sure Edward told you a lot about me.

Lucas too.

Yeah, I know all about you.

Mmm, no.

You have a list of crimes you think I have done.

A list of associates.

You do not know me, not at all.

Do you have Edward Stratton?

(chuckles softly) I go and see him sometimes, you know.

Lucas.

In that care home.

I told you to get out of my car.

The man needs all the friends he can get, stuck in that place, in that chair, trapped inside.

Pathetic sight.

What kind of life is that?

You're the one that put him there.

And you put him undercover in Brigada Serbilu.

You know, the worst thing is I liked him.

He was a funny guy.

And trusted him more than anyone else.

I knew others had their suspicions, but I thought they were wrong.

I told him some of the men did not trust him.

But he wouldn't listen.

You know how they finally learned the truth?

They were so convinced, they followed him to your house.

And watched him (no audio) a cop.

So, tell me, who is to blame?

(clicks tongue) What about Richard Stratton?

Kim Vogel, all the other people you've hurt?

(sighs) We both want Edward Stratton, yes?

We have that in common.

(takes deep breath) I have seen where you live.

Your little apartment, your little bike.

Tell me when you find Mr. Stratton.

I will reward you.

(chuckles) (no audio) You're desperate, aren't you?

(chuckles) Walking right up to me, trying to bribe me yourself.

You need that money.

Badly.

Well, what is it?

Are your bosses starting to ask questions?

That's it, isn't it?

You haven't even told the Serbilu brothers you've lost their money.

(breathily): (no audio) I'll take my little bike and my little flat over having my guts ripped out by one of the Serbilus.

I look forward to seeing you again.

You should enjoy yourself as much as you can until that time.

(door opens) (door closes) (exhales sharply) (food sizzling in pan) (birds chirping) Can I help?

No, no, everything's going to be fine.

Seriously, we could have just had beans on toast.

Dinner'll be ready soon.

Uh, Carl, do you want to do the honors with the wine?

(tentatively): Sure.

(clears throat) Is there a corkscrew?

There's probably a screwdriver somewhere.

Edward, forget the bloody wine.

Christ.

I'll put the kettle on.

Thanks.

(knock on door, drops knife) Was the manager coming down again?

Shh.

♪ ♪ (Edward sighs) Thank you.

(children shrieking happily) An English friend of mine is an ex-detective.

I asked him to keep an eye on Clare's house.

Was it that obvious I was going there?

Obvious?

No.

But, uh, I had the feeling you would wish to protect your ex-wife.

The police and the Brigada did not assume the same, they underestimated your capabilities.

How did you manage to get here without alerting them?

I hired a boat to take me across the Channel.

Every man has his price.

I didn't ask him what else he was carrying, but the way he ducked in and out of shipping lanes, I had a fair idea.

As I say, they underestimate you.

I'm sorry about running the way I did.

I just knew if I told you, you'd try and stop me.

From trying to buy back Natalie's sister's freedom?

That's your plan, no?

(chuckles softly) What makes you think that?

That's why you are here, keeping your ex-wife from harm's way.

You're going to contact Constantin and try to negotiate the girl's freedom.

Assuming Natalie was right, assuming her sister, she is indeed being held by the Brigada still.

I know how guilty you must feel about Natalie.

And, uh, I share this with you.

You know nothing about how I feel.

You're just here to try and talk me out of it.

Yes.

But you know, if you walk into a room with Constantin Baracu, you may not walk out of it, at least not with your limbs where you would wish them to be.

Would be the lamb negotiating with the butcher's knife.

I'm not just going to hand back that money and hope everything's going to be okay.

They killed my father.

They killed Natalie.

Clare, you, me, all our lives on hold.

Look, let me do the negotiation.

For Cristina?

It's, it's my trade, Edward, it's not my first time dealing with such men.

As you say, my family are trapped.

Until this is settled, there's no safety for them.

Let me do this, and we both get what we need.

I'll call Constantin, then.

I'll arrange a meeting.

(phone vibrating) Uh... excuse me.

Martha?

MARTHA (on phone): Julien.

I haven't heard from you since last night.

When you go quiet, I worry.

Was that a foreign ringtone?

I found Edward Stratton.

Of course you have.

Where is he?

I have it in hand.

Leave it with me.

Could you send, uh, over the number for Officer Genevieve Taylor?

Yes, I will, I will text, yeah.

Thank you.

Uh, and your family?

Fine, as can be expected.

Mm-hmm.

But, uh... this is not why you called.

I wanted to say you were right.

Niels should know.

I'm going to tell him tonight.

I can only hope he forgives me.

You're his mother.

He loves you.

No, that's not the same.

I wish you luck.

Yeah.

(quietly): Okay.

(places phone on table) Hey... Mmm.

Okay, um...

Yes, okay.

♪ ♪ Miss Taylor?

Julien Baptiste.

We need to meet.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (groggily): Hey, man.

Hey, all right?

Hi.

Hey.

Found this lot.

Oh, ta.

(chuckles) How you doing?

I, uh... yeah.

Yeah.

Don't know, really.

Thanks for coming.

Oh... Sarah wanted to come, but, uh, uh, kids, you know.

No, no, of course.

Hey, good to see you, mate.

Yeah.

Christ, it's like a bloody tip here.

Oh, you know, I'll...

I'll sort it.

Okay?

(envelope rustling) ♪ ♪ What's that one?

The lawyer sent it.

(rustling) It's from Kim.

What's it say?

I think she knew she was in danger, so she wanted to explain.

Does-does it say anything about, um, who might have attacked her?

(quietly): It doesn't say anything.

It's just bull (no audio).

(shuddering breath) "I wish I'd felt strong enough to show you the truth behind the makeup."

Bit too (no audio) late now.

Now, listen.

You got to show that to the police.

Why?

It's just more lies.

Mr. Baptiste.

Where's Edward?

You misunderstood me, Miss Taylor, Edward Stratton is not here.

So, where is he?

Somewhere safe.

For now.

Okay, but we have the money, so where is that, exactly?

Somewhere safe as well.

(chuckles) Mr. Baptiste, I made arrangements for you to cross an international border with a million euros in cash on the understanding that you would bring it to me.

What will you do with it?

Let Constantin know we have it.

See what leverage it will buy.

Edward wanted to use the money to try and buy Natalie's sister from Constantin.

That's a bad idea.

Yes.

I persuaded him to let me do it for him.

(laughing): Okay, that's an even worse idea.

You're really on a roll here.

Miss Taylor, I am not naïve enough to think it will work, nor do I believe if I hand it back to the Brigada Serbilu they will leave me alone-- no, no.

I hoped that, uh, together we might think of a better solution.

I have a good idea that we could share.

Okay.

(birds chirping) EDWARD: Julien, hi, it's me.

Just wondering how things are going.

Can you call me back, okay?

(sets down phone) No news, then.

Could be here for a few more days, I'm afraid.

There's a couple of paperbacks over there, somewhere, and I think there's even a box of Scrabble, if we get really desperate.

(chuckles softly) It's fine.

(puts knife down) It's quite nice to just talk.

It's been awhile.

For God's sake, use a different knife.

That's the only knife.

What?

(closes drawer) How's your dad?

(continues sharpening knife) Dad's dead.

(stops sharpening) Oh God, Ed.

I'm so sorry.

When?

Last week.

Thanks.

Edward, what the (no audio) is wrong with you?

Your dad has just died, and you say nothing.

You find out I'm living with your best friend from uni, and that doesn't even get a mention.

Instead you just act like we're all on some bloody camping holiday.

(puts down sharpener) I'm amazed you've not got us toasting marshmallows around a campfire.

Just trying to make things easier for everyone.

Well, it's not easier, it is bizarre!

Do you have any idea how bizarre this all is?

Anything would be better than this constant repression, this pretending everything's fine when it's clearly (no audio) up.

I deal with things in my own way, okay?

But it's not about you.

It's about Lucy, isn't it?

(drops knife) This has nothing to do with her.

(sighs) Edward, it has everything to do with her.

None of this with Natalie would've happened if not for Lucy.

(scraping plate) It won't bring her back.

It's not going to fix what's inside your head.

And it never would have happened if you had dealt with what happened at the time, if you had just faced it head-on.

Faced what?

Her... her death.

Face the fact it was my fault?

(places plate down) I never said that.

You don't think I blame myself?

You don't think I go over and over what I said to her, what I did, every single day?

You don't think it plays in a loop in my head, continuously, until I want to stab myself in the eye just so that I feel something else?

I never said anything.

Every time I close my eyes I see her standing outside our front door, crying, begging, begging me to open the door, begging me not to throw her out because of a single stolen ten-pound note, the single reason she ended up ODing in a Dutch squat.

You need to stop.

And the worst thing is that every time I see her, I somehow get this feeling that I can make it happen differently.

(voice breaking): That I can just open the door and put my arms round her and tell her I love her and forgive her, and say, "Dad's going to make everything all right."

And then I realize I can't, because she's ash.

Because our beautiful daughter is dead, forever, because of me.

(places knife down) (door swings shut) (door opens) (phone ringing and vibrating) (phone stops ringing) Hello?

Hello, is, uh, Edward there?

Okay, uh, please just tell him everything is progressing as planned.

I-I cannot say more at present.

Thank you.

MAN: Mr. Baptiste?

Hi.

Now, where shall we begin?

Do you have something in mind, or would you like to take a look at what we have available?

I have happy news.

I will be your easiest customer all year.

Um... ♪ ♪ Wha...?

(word catches, clears throat) (quietly): Nee.

NIELS (chuckles bitterly): Nee.

(murmurs) (cups and saucers rattling) Thank you.

(door opens) (door closes) ♪ ♪ GENEVIEVE: There are armed officers on standby.

Yeah?

If this doesn't work, they'll be of little help to me.

So let's hope it does.

(papers rustling) These are the girls reported missing by their families, mainly from Romania and Bulgaria, a few from Poland too.

We believe they were trafficked by the Brigada to Amsterdam.

And Natalie's sister, Cristina Pawlikowska, is she among them?

Uh, we don't know.

These are only the girls whose families are looking for them.

(pages rustling) Majority aren't even reported.

Nobody knows or cares that they've gone.

(pages rustling) I've spent my life looking for the missing.

I find a handful, and, uh, it's called a-a great career.

And... and then there is this ocean of the forgotten.

(papers rustling, shutting folder) (quietly): Come on.

♪ ♪ Hmm.

Mr. Baptiste?

Please.

Are you hungry?

Let me order another one.

No, thank you.

A beer, then.

You have something for me?

Yes, shame Edward could not deliver it himself, no?

But it has been a difficult time for him, thrown into this world, whose ways he's, um, not... accustomed to.

Yes.

Mmm.

And, uh, in exchange, he wants the release of Natalie's sister, Cristina.

If you're holding her.

Does he indeed?

(chuckles softly) Then maybe he has bigger balls than I give him credit for.

Or maybe he's just... not very clever.

Mmm.

Santé.

(sniffs) You understand, of course, this is not a negotiation, that this money was taken from me.

Of course I do.

And, uh, I told Edward as much.

Can you guarantee no one else will be hurt?

Not Edward's family, not mine?

His family and yours will be safe.

But you and Edward... You know how this has to go.

Yes, I'm afraid I do.

(shaking bag) (unzipping bag) What is this?

A 17-meter, high-performance motor yacht.

2016 model in excellent condition.

It really is a thing of beauty, and it's all yours.

What?

I know where the money was from-- the sale of the girls.

I know you were given that money and instructed to clean it.

(placing bag down) Now you'll have to admit to your employers that it's been stolen, and I'm sure they will already have their suspicions.

So, were they now to discover the purchase of this boat, in your name, in cash, well...

I'm sure even Edward Stratton could make sense of that.

You come here... with this... when you know what happens to the innocent, let alone to the guilty.

I've seen it, yes.

I know the things you do.

If you're not scared, then you're a fool.

To practice death is to practice freedom.

A man who's learned to die has unlearned to be a slave.

Not mine, I'm afraid-- Montaigne-- but, uh, like him, I've seen my own mortality many times.

You can try to kill me.

But if you succeed, your bosses in the Brigada Serbilu will hear of your purchase, of your attempt to cheat them by stealing their profit.

And you can run.

But you will be doing so for the rest of your life.

Or you stop trying to kill me.

You tell me and Agent Taylor everything you know about your organization's activities.

You get protection, a new life.

You will still always be looking over your shoulder.

But, uh... you may survive.

Your wife cannot stay in hiding forever.

And when I find her... Ooh.

When you're ready to talk.

(no audio) you, old man.

Thank you for the beer.

♪ ♪ If and when Constantin turns, he'll need immediate witness protection, somewhere far away from here.

And no one except us can know yet.

Full immunity.

So, he'll get away with Kim's murder.

He has my number.

As soon has he calls up, I will let you know.

Okay.

Now I understand why you wouldn't tell me this plan.

You would have put up obstacles.

Of course.

It's far too dangerous.

A provocation like that, his anger may get the better of his logic.

I believe I understand him.

His violence is not personal, it's business.

Self-preservation is his strongest instinct.

(file drawer opening) I told him.

This morning.

How did he take it?

Not well.

He will need time.

Okay.

Keep me updated.

♪ ♪ (bottles rattling) ♪ ♪ (objects clatter) ♪ ♪ (keys jingle) ♪ ♪ It's down over there.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ (keys jingle) ♪ ♪ (keys jingling) ♪ ♪ (photos rustling) ♪ ♪ (inhales sharply) ♪ ♪ (envelope rustling) ♪ ♪ (din of the street) ♪ ♪ (throws card) (breathes deeply) Where?

I'll text you an address.

Meet me there in one hour.

♪ ♪ (bag rustling) (thumping in hallway) (thumping continues) ♪ ♪ (laughing, speaking Dutch) ♪ ♪ (knock on door) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (exhales) It isn't your fault she died.

She was unwell.

She was an addict.

There was nothing either of us could have done.

Do you think anyone ever gets over it?

No.

I think you just learn to live with the pain.

You're good together, you and Carl.

You're better than we were.

Well, he's a much better cook than you.

Hmm.

He doesn't ask too much of me.

You need to start being nicer to yourself.

Remind me how that works again?

(word catches) I don't know about you, but... well, I could really use a drink.

Christ, I thought you'd never ask.

(both chuckle) I'll go to the shop.

(speaking Dutch) (screaming, dishes shattering) (sound distorts) ♪ ♪ (phone ringing) (phone stops ringing) I'm on my way to meet Constantin.

GENEVIEVE (on phone): Yeah, I'm on Commelinstraat.

You'd better get here now.

(siren blaring) (people talking in background) Suicide?

A man like that?

Never.

(car horn honking) (radio beeps, officers speaking Dutch in background) Then he must have told someone.

No, he was too smart for that.

Excuse me.

(siren blaring) (siren stops) (car horn honking) How much is that?

£14.35, please.

Keep the change.

(bottles clinking) Thank you.

(placing down bag) Clare?

(gasps) ♪ ♪ (gasps) ♪ ♪ (grunt) (Edward wheezing, coughing) (bottle shatters) ♪ ♪ (Edward grunts) (rasping) ♪ ♪ (Edward rasping, coughing) (man grunts) (rasping) (both grunt) (coughing) (coughing, gasping for breath) (coughing) ♪ ♪ (catching breath) ♪ ♪ (breathing painfully) (groans, catching breath) ♪ ♪ (breathes deeply) (phone ringing and vibrating) (winces, exhales) Edward, it's Julien.

Are you all right?

Are you still at the caravan?

Yeah.

Constantin is dead, he was thrown off his balcony.

(sighs quietly) Edward?

Yeah.

They killed Clare.

And Carl.

Clare is dead.

♪ ♪ Has something happened?

Edward Stratton's ex-wife and her partner are dead.

What about Edward?

He survived-- but barely.

He managed to stab the assailant.

The question is how, how were they found?

Wait, Edward stabbed a member of the Brigada?

(muttering) I was not followed to the caravan park.

And Edward says he-he had no contact with anyone except me.

I received a call, one call, while I was there.

That's the only way they could have possibly been traced.

The call was from Martha.

♪ ♪ Martha betrayed us.

(click) CUMMING: Next time, on "Baptiste"... EDWARD: What is it about me that makes people think they can just push me around?

You're not in charge here.

(Genevieve yelps) JULIEN: I hope we find him before they do.

EDWARD: I was just trying to make a difference.

GENEVIEVE: You're the one who had Constantin killed, weren't you?

CUMMING: "Baptiste," the season finale, next time on "Masterpiece Mystery!"

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