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We found a body, Sergeant.

- In Fermont. - The North Pole.

- Here, put this on. - Thanks.

You didn't know your daughter was here, yet you barely spoke...

Something's going on. First sabotage, then murder.

A Chinese financier has his eye on the mine.

I told you, you should sell.

- What if your husband finds out? - Leave that to me.

I'll give you 50,000 dollars and 2% of the profits, if there are any.

I'll die before you get the claim.

The body of a 40-year-old man was found under an upturned rowing boat.

The rowing boat is a shelter that added to the feeling

of comfort and protection the killer wanted to create.

We're dealing with a sick man, likely abused as a child.

The staged scenes with the perfume and wig

are what he never had.

Fabienne was targeted, and we're her tormentors.

- Alain! - Alain...

You'll soon go to sleep, child

DAY 7 TUESDAY 6PM

When were you last here?

Don't know, maybe a year or 2 ago.

- What's in there? - Come on, Alex...

Come on, Alex!

Alain...

Sleep, little child

Go to sleep, child

You'll soon go to sleep, child

Go to sleep

Go to sleep, child

You'll soon go to sleep, child

THE WALL

What a nightmare. Are you sure it's Alain?

I don't have concrete proof, but I'm sure it's him.

- Do you know where he is? - No. I haven't seen him since noon.

He asked for the afternoon off. He looked exhausted.

He probably hasn't slept much recently.

We've all been working 12 to 15-hour shifts.

- So I said yes. - You couldn't have known.

- Does he know it's Alain yet? - No.

One shock at a time.

Bedard...

I'll be right back, Alex.

Oh, right...

There's a woman in there, from Sept-Iles, Johanne Dugal.

She says her brother is the killer except...

I checked Alain's file and he doesn't have a sister.

OK, take Drolet and go to Alain's.

If he's home, call for backup. If not, call me if you find anything.

OK. Drolet.

Hello.

I'm Detective Sergeant Celine Trudeau.

I'm sorry, but I don't have much time.

What makes you think it's your brother we're looking for?

It's the rowing boat.

The woman on TV said there was a dead man under it.

That owl there..

My dad painted it by hand.

My brother could draw just as well as my dad.

Only Sebastien could've got it so close to the original.

And yes, I know he doesn't go by "Sebastien" anymore.

See to her, I'll go and check.

When we were little, my dad was the violent type.

When he was drunk and the fists started flying,

Mum and I would lock ourselves in the bathroom.

Sebastien would beg us to let him in,

but Mum said if we all hid in the same spot,

Dad would break the door down and we'd all get it.

So Sebastien had to fend for himself.

Whenever he managed to escape outdoors, he hid under the rowing boat.

- So, after Mum left, well... - She abandoned you?

She couldn't take it anymore

and gassed herself in the car.

Sebastien and I were placed in foster homes,

me in Sept-Iles, and him somewhere around Quebec City.

Excuse me.

- Trudeau. - You wanted proof?

- You got it. - OK, I'm on my way.

- I'm sorry. - I never found out his new name.

Alain Turgeon.

- It's so... - Normal sounding?

As normal as they come.

Yes, the famous perfume.

There was a camera in the bedroom.

I think he left us a video.

No!

Did you tell him we were behind the sabotage?

Yes.

- What will he do about it? - Against us? Nothing.

Does he know we're lovers?

Yes, I told him.

He acted like he'd suspected, to save face.

But it's really the least of his worries.

Good.

But now that Robert's killed himself, we've lost our contact.

- Will the Chinese still pay? - They already did.

And it's official, the minister’s not coming.

Quebec City is abuzz with the news:

Ricard Mines is doomed to bankruptcy. That's good enough for the Chinese.

Check your Barbados offshore account.

Seven figures, Pao.

- That packs quite a punch. - That's for sure.

And how will we spend it?

Separately, I think.

You've just been using me?

I've taken everything he had. I can't abandon him in that state.

You did all this for him.

To save him from total ruin and console him afterwards,

to have him all to yourself.

Maybe.

I want to keep working on the case.

Right to the end.

DAY 8 WEDNESDAY 6:10AM

Hello?

- How is she? - How do you think? A wreck.

Look, I'm at the courthouse.

They won't release me till I see the judge next week.

- I have one minute to talk. - Right, but...

she's confused and on edge. She took some pills, she's sleeping.

You heard who it is, right? How did you find out?

A guy at the SQ told me. It's Alain.

Goddamn bastard!

I know how you feel,

but the reason I called is to tell you...

- What? - Don't go and do anything stupid.

- Like what? - I know it's gnawing at you,

knowing what he did to Gregoire, and seeing your mum like that.

It's gnawing at me too.

It's freaking tearing away at me.

But don't let yourself get caught up in it, OK?

Don't follow my example, you know where it leads.

Yes.

Right now, all you need to do is take care of your mum.

Screw the rest, OK? It's all in the past.

How could I find him anyway?

Just don't go and mess up your future.

It won't help anything, do you understand?

Yes.

- Time's up, Lamontagne.

I'll call you back as soon as I can. Bye, son.

Take good care of your mum.

Can you feed him while I shower?

Going to work as if nothing's happened?

The bankruptcy's not official and there's still lots to do.

I wasn't talking about that.

I'm talking about me, about my big dream project.

The diamond mine I've been working toward for 2 years.

All that time in the woods, you really thought I was fishing?

That's what you told me, so I believed you.

See how naive I can be?

I'm sorry.

I'm staying in today. I need to...

Fuck, I lost everything.

I'd hit the jackpot, Sophie!

A one-in-a-million G'hahse! I'll never strike it that rich again.

I lost everything

Desmarais' mother says you unplugged her heart monitor.

She's nuts, I just tripped on the cord.

I went over with an offer, I have the papers to prove it.

After everything you did to her son?

I had no choice.

I did it all for you.

For our future.

I wanted to earn your respect, and show you I can be somebody too.

- Louis-Philippe! - You thought you'd married money,

that we'd be rich once my dad was gone. Tough luck, sweetie!

I never loved you for your family's money.

"I never loved you..." Great way to start a sentence!

If money is so important to you,

I'm sure you can get some from your mother.

Not a penny while we're still together. Her words!

We can fix that easily enough.

I'll take a shower and get ready.

Bedard texted me. No sign of an accomplice

or any clues as to Alain's whereabouts or who his next victim might be.

All we have to go on are his murders and his MOs.

He never breaks from the mother character

and he never looks directly into the camera.

Same thing for Gregoire and Desmarais.

- Was there any footage of...? - Of Fabienne? No.

- What does it mean? - No time to prepare.

- There’s no footage of Dave either. - It's different for Dave.

He just eliminated him, with my girlfriend...

With Fabienne, there was a camera in my shed.

Yes, but it wasn't to film him.

It was there to film us.

But why?

Wait!

Look, we've always seen his pattern as a triangle.

A tormentor, a victim

and a killer.

He killed people who were already victims to expose their tormentors.

- There's no reason to doubt that! - But it goes deeper than that.

Our equation is missing a variable, a third dimension.

The mother.

She's at the centre of it all, towering above.

The mother who didn't protect her child.

Like Alain was never protected by his.

Like Nathalie couldn't protect Gregoire from Bruno.

Like Justine's mum couldn't protect her from Robert.

And Desmarais' mum blamed herself

for not defending him against his tormentors.

Yes, essentially,

it's the mother he wants to punish.

Consciously or not,

he blames his mum more than his dad for all he’s gone through.

Yes. Maybe he didn't realise it at first,

but he was there when you first mentioned the mother.

We hadn't seen the significance, but he heard you loud and clear.

- What difference does it make? - What I mean is...

It's been you, ever since you arrived at the station.

- Me, what? - The maternal figure.

For Alain and everyone else at the station.

OK.

- We have to find Sophie. - I'll go to her place.

Let go of him.

I won't hurt him.

As long as you do what I say.

Put your phone down.

The police are asking for the public's help

in locating a person of interest in the recent Fermont murders.

His name is Alain Turgeon, 32 years old,

.80 metres tall, 80 kg.

He's Caucasian and has short brown hair.

He may be armed and is considered dangerous.

No answer on either phone, but Alex and Drolet are on their way.

- She must be at the mine. - No, I just called to check.

- Desautels. - Louis-Philippe is unconscious.

- Send an ambulance. - What about Sophie?

Her car's here, but not her.

- What about the baby? - Crying, but he's fine.

Where are you going Go with her, Bedard

No!

We got nothing from the APB we issued.

Tell me we'll find her.

We'll find her.

- Why are you here? - To talk to your mum.

- She's not up to it. - Listen.

- Let them come up. - Mum...

Mum!

You don't know me, huh?

By sight.

But I know you well. I've been listening in on your phone calls

every day for almost 3 years.

I heard all the stories you told your Quebec City friends,

all about what your mum did to you, what she did to your dad,

how much you detest her.

We're very alike, you and Don't you think?

And today is... Christmas come early.

We only saw each other here or at his place.

He never mentioned another spot? A remote cottage or...

Maybe not remote. He knows his end is near, it could be nearby.

- Is there someplace special to him? - I really don't know.

You'll catch him, right? You can't let him get away!

- Trudeau. - He sent an email to half the city

with an Internet address. I forwarded it to you.

He's got Sophie and he's livestreaming.

- Where's that? - Where's that?

-I don't know, impossible to say.

Call me back if you find out more.

- There's a gas generator. - He's asphyxiating her.

- Where is it? - I don't know, that kind of decor...

It could be anywhere.

Do you recognise the place?

No. What’s on the walls, wrapping paper?

Please, we have to find them!

The wrapping paper looks familiar...

And that was Gregoire's reindeer. Those are our Christmas decorations.

- Where is it? - Nowhere.

In Bruno's locker, in the Wall.

- In his locker! - But why Christmas decorations?

I know why. Christmas is about me and Sophie.

Thanks.

I heard you tell this story three times,

but this is my favourite telling of it.

I often listen to it.

Was Christmas Eve.

We'd even gone to mass. So cool.

I'd taken a nap before dinner and opening the gifts.

My mother's yelling woke me up.

Turn that off.

When I walked into the kitchen, she was holding a knife.

She was fuming with rage, she struck him with all her might.

He tried to fend her off but the knife...

- Right in front of you? - I swear!

Even if she'd seen me, it wouldn't have mattered.

Then she dropped the knife and there was blood everywhere.

But he remained calm.

What did I ever do to you?

He just grabbed his coat and left.

What do you want?

What do you want?

We'll go through the indoor car park.

Fuck!

IF ANYONE EXCEPT MY MUM COMES FOR ME, I'M DEAD

Trudeau.

- Did you see it? - Yes, I'm on my way.

- Where to? - It's better if you don't know.

Trudeau!

My God, he's a real sicko.

You stabbed your ex? He's not dead, is he?

No, but Sophie never saw him again.

She thinks I killed him.

- In the back at the right? - Yes, then a left.

Then you're good.

- I can't let you go alone! - Swear you won't follow me, OK?

It's our only chance to save her.

Get the oxygen tank. If we make it out, we'll need it.

OK.

Hello, Detective Sergeant!

Hello!

Trudeau!

Trudeau!

I'll shoot her if you don't answer me.

Alain, it's me, Trudeau. I'm alone.

Are you armed?

I have my service weapon.

Empty your magazine and throw it down.

I want to hear all ten shots.

OK, Alain.

Idiot!

You were the only one who deserved to live in that family.

Please, Alain. Let Sophie go.

Why would I do that?

Because it's me you want.

- You were a bad mother to her. - Yes, you should know.

You listened in on her calls, you know everything.

Let me make up for it.

You're right, it's my fault.

Let me take her place.

Let me take her place.

That's why I'm here, to make up for all the bad things I did.

To beg my child's forgiveness.

For hurting her

when I should've been protecting her.

You were heartless.

You were selfish.

I know. I should've been stronger.

Braver.

But I only thought of myself.

It’s you who suffered because of my weakness.

You can't say that. You're not my mother.

What difference does it make now?

Everything I went through...

It's time to make everything right,

to ease the pain.

That's why I'm here.

I'm here for you.

Let them go.

They'll leave us alone.

No one will ever bother us again, Alain.

No one.

Careful. Sit down and breathe.

Breathe. You need oxygen.

The ambulance and police are on their way.

- It's too late, she's... - She has a plan.

- Fuck her plan! - No! He'll kill her.

- I bet he went in through there. - Where?

It's over, Alain.

You know it is.

We might as well make it as comfortable as possible.

The way it should've been.

How would you know?

What was the weather like that day your mum left the house?

The sun had just risen.

You heard the car start.

Maybe you went to the window.

Your mum was sitting behind the wheel.

Your dad had beat her up badly the night before.

You thought she'd leave for good,

that she'd take that little dirt road

and you'd never see her again.

But she just stayed there.

My voice is gone, Alain.

Come and sit next to me.

- How did you... - Come on.

Come, Alain.

That's it.

That's it.

She must've wept at first. I can see her.

She slumped over in her seat.

You must've figured she was sleeping.

When you realised what she'd done, you resented her for it.

It's understandable.

She shouldn't have abandoned you.

She should've taken you with her.

But it's over now.

We're both here now.

Everything will be fine, Sebastien.

You spoke to my sister!

Give me that!

- Don't ruin your life! - Let me go!

Are you OK?

Mum...

Breathe, Mum, breathe! I'm here, Mum.

I'm here. Everything will be fine.

You really meant it when you said it was all your fault?

Not completely.

Mum...

Can I do anything for you, Suzanne?

- Your son... - Looks like you're going bankrupt.

Yes.

How about coming to work for me?

These are the results from the tests your son had done,

from samples he took from Steven's land claim.

Don't kid yourself, I'm not doing this for you.

It's for the good of the city.

Diamonds? There were never diamonds here!

There are now.

Quite a few of them too.

Oh, yes!

Well...

guess that'll be it for new.

Are your in-laws here yet?

Yes, but they won't stay long.

- Take care, Alex. - I'll try.

Celine!