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They used cheap cement to save money.

Did they find him in her room?

I think Hubert Philippin and Esther Smith were lovers.

Alex, go near a crime scene again

and you can forget about Homicide forever.

Who was driving the day of the accident?

It was me. Samuel and I had quarrelled.

The concierge said you seemed scared of him.

- His face brings back bad memories. - What's he doing here?

The daughter was staying on Philippin's floor.

It's almost too perfect.

You're sure his hands were bloody?

- Samuel Prevost flew the coop. - I'll put out a search alert.

DAY 2 WEDNESDAY 11:10AM

If my dad wanted to kill Philippin, he'd have done it when he left prison.

And you'd still be looking for the culprit.

Even though your notes probably say he didn't finish school.

Samuel isn't a violent man.

He runs his mouth and punches holes in walls,

but he's a softie at heart.

He's always been so patient with the kids.

Felix could be quite a handful,

but Samuel never once raised his voice.

Even when I might have...

I want to believe you, Joanie.

But the next step is talking to your dad.

I'll need your help for that.

Is there any family, friends, a chalet?

I'm sure you're already making the rounds.

Forget my uncles Claude and Jean-Louis.

- They haven't spoken in 15 years. - Lots of friction in the family?

The normal amount.

It's vital we talk to your husband.

I'm sure he did nothing wrong, but..

He's done plenty wrong, honey, that's not what I said.

When Felix died,

it consumed my father.

Everyone else could go to hell.

You'll need to stay at our disposal at the hotel.

Sure.

Goodbye.

Mirroring the gestures of the person in front of you to establish trust...

You must be very good at your job.

THE WALL

Have we tracked down the three number plates?

Yes, but I'd be surprised if he were on a motorbike.

The police confirmed the Winnebago is in his drive.

And the neighbours haven't seen his car for several days.

- And the bank account warrant? - Yes, it came in.

But there's nothing except an automatic monthly transfer

to a food bank in his area.

- OK, keep me posted. - Yes, will do.

- You're on social media? Seriously? - I don't have an account.

But my mum has one.

No, this is Samuel Prevost's account.

- He's posted nothing in 5 years. - His story isn't up to date.

- 5 years is... - When the flyover collapsed.

There isn't very much here, holiday and family photos.

So family isn't very much to you?

This isn't about me, it's about a suspect.

You're right.

I wish you'd let me into your head.

I can't help you if I'm in the dark.

You know, Sophie,

we're on very shaky, complex ground.

No need to draw me a picture. I know all about complex ground.

You underestimate how much.

- In the back of the dining room. - Yes.

Edmond Chamfort. I'd like to know who he's talking to.

Probably a political staffer, not a decision-maker.

His jacket is too cheap, poorly tailored.

When you're on complex ground,

it's good to be aware of your environment.

Chamfort Industries.

At one point, before the flyover incident,

he was an important player.

- Sic transit... - ...gloria mundi.

So passes the worldly fame.

I don't understand why he's here.

He doesn't have the resources for a project like the third link.

Yet here he is, talking to a political staffer.

And you want to know why.

Precisely.

You studied Latin?

Sic transit gloria mundi.

No, it was tattooed on the back on my first boyfriend.

It's the last thing I saw before he went to prison.

Excuse me, I can't find mine. Mylene Charlebois.

- Sorry, I don't have that name. - That's odd.

But it was a last-minute registration.

That must be why. Thanks.

Hi there. Your CV?

I also need to see..

Celine.

- I'll be back. OK? - Yes.

Got your messages?

You have no reason to be at crime scenes without a badge.

Right, sorry. Message received.

I'm just here for some insurance paperwork.

I need a signature from Jacques.

I'm meeting a new therapist.

It seems he's... Anyway, we'll see.

So I'll be staying in Quebec City a while.

At a friend's place.

I'm glad you're taking care of yourself.

OK. Any headway on the case?

It's best we don't discuss it.

Wait.

Since you're here, do you want to be my hunting and fishing expert?

Is there anything in there

to indicate where these photos were taken?

They're not tagged or geolocated?

Zero metadata.

They were posted on social media.

I guess if I ask who it is..

Nice lake trout, a few walleye.

Any idea of the area?

You can find those fish all over the province.

But look..

That's mixed forest, so south of the 49th parallel.

- Right. That's a big area. - Sorry.

Anyway, good luck with your new therapist.

My door is always open, Alex.

My office door too.

OK.

SUSPICIOUS DEATH OF ENGINEER BEHIND 353 FLYOVER COLLAPSE

Sorry, I wanted to pay in cash. Can you cancel the transaction?

Whatever...

- Daphne, that bank warrant... - For Samuel Prevost?

Let me finish. For Hubert Philippin. Did it come in?

Probably. Give me 2 minutes.

- Where are you up to? - We're looking for Prevost.

Too bad, he's not here.

Celine, we're not looking for a biker who killed one of their own.

People don't panic. But a former engineer murdered

during a politicised civil engineering convention...

We'll need results, and fast.

Every police force in the province is on the case.

We're checking all the leads: his acquaintances, his past, his finances.

But Samuel Prevost is no fool, and so far, he's got lucky.

We need a culprit,

a guy in handcuffs, and like yesterday, Celine.

- A culprit. - I think we want a suspect.

And we're looking for one.

In handcuffs, and fast.

Trudeau.

Found anything interesting?

- Yes. - Bank transfers?

Every month for 2 years: 30,000.

- From whom? - I don't know.

I need a different warrant. I think it's from abroad.

Banking secrecy... Forget it! We don't have time.

Meet me in the car park. I want to see Philippin's flat.

Philippin's bank accounts, the colour of his walls...

How will that help us find Prevost?

Don't you think there are a lot of loose ends here?

- Like the cement. - It's an obvious symbol.

But we have a guy on the run with a clear motive,

who was on the premises, so screw your loose ends.

I'm off to Philippin's.

I hope Samuel Prevost is hiding in the wardrobe.

Those things are a pain, right?

I'll say. They reset it at least three times a month.

Forensics sent us 180 photos,

interviews with the tenants and the landlord...

What exactly are we doing here?

It's called fieldwork.

30,000 dollars a month?

He withdrew 75% of it in cash.

In cash, from an ATM?

20,000-25,000 dollars a month?

No way of knowing what he did with it.

Clearly not interior decorating.

Weird tastes...

for a weird man.

He had a laptop.

- It wasn't recovered? - No.

Someone besides Philippin had a drawer here.

Esther Smith?

Two kinds of milk in the fridge.

3% and skimmed, 2 weeks past their use-by date.

Half the wardrobe is empty.

In Esther Smith's agenda, those drawings of...

- The dirty drawings? - Yes.

Each time she's in Quebec City for her meetings: a drawing.

But everything stopped a month and a half ago.

A recent breakup.

Is the cause of the breakup relevant to us?

I'm more interested in the relationship, not the breakup.

A well-respected university professor, 25 years younger,

with an old man who just got out of prison...

You find that normal?

Maybe not normal, but definitely intriguing. I'm a curious person.

- I don't see how this helped. - Maybe not at all.

We're fishing for intel, not going to the fish market.

Prevost used his credit card to buy fuel in Charlevoix.

I want patrols in the area, now. Find all video feeds in the vicinity.

We're on our way.

From 50 minutes ago.

Then he continues east on highway 138.

Good job.

Now check all the feeds east of that.

Charlevoix. Any connection to Samuel Prevost?

No, he has family in the Estrie and Outaouais regions.

And friends in Gaspesie.

Keep an eye on things here, I'll be back in an hour.

He's not back yet. Want to search the wardrobe and under the bed?

Can you tell me where this photo was taken?

We'll find Samuel eventually, it's just a matter of time.

I'd rather it went well. Nobody wants a tragedy.

Look, he just panicked. I'm sure he didn't do anything.

So help me. If he didn't do anything, he has no reason to fear me.

But I can't guarantee the same for the other officers.

I don't know where it is.

It was a fishing trip he went on with the kids.

My mum was sick, so I didn't go with them.

Can you tell in which area? He probably went back.

Maybe Joanie remembers. Could I go and see her in her room?

Leave my daughter alone.

Goddamn it.

Mum.

Maybe we should help the police.

Joanie?

Celine Trudeau, Detective Sergeant. I need to talk to you.

Your dad knows what he's doing.

You really believe that?

How many times did he say he'd kill him?

- 100 times, 1,000? - Just idle threats, honey.

- Just idle threats. - Mum.

Your dad knows what he's doing.

He just needs to sort things through.

Till things calm down and the cops find the true culprit.

- But maybe... - He knows what he's doing!

And you'll tell them nothing. You hear me? Nothing!

Shrinks are all the same.

I'll tell him what he wants to hear, he'll say I'm fit for work,

and I'll be back for my afternoon shift.

Careful, because shrinks will find tons of problems

you didn't have before.

It'll be my fourth, I've got them pegged.

I won't overdo it, just enough to seem normal.

Then bingo!

It's going to be dead here till at least 5pm.

- Is that a real one? - Just like James Bond.

But I won't keep it, that's for sure.

How much do you think it's worth?

It's not yours, Remy, it's stolen goods.

But I found it in the rubbish. This too.

- No way someone threw that out. - Hold on!

Remember that suitcase that was stolen 2 days ago.

- Where did you find it? - In the bin out at the back.

We have to tell Sylvie, it's a 5,000-dollar watch!

No one steals a suitcase and throws away a 5,000-dollar watch.

A tablet now.

This is weird.

OK, Remy, don't touch anything.

Put down the suitcase and don't move your hands.

Go and tell Sylvie to call the cops, tell her what we found.

OK.

You think it's the seventh floor murder?

I think so.

I can't be there when my colleague...

- When the police arrive. - I know.

You stay in the hotel, I'll say Remy and I found it.

You didn't touch anything anyway. Go!

Thanks.

No, bring two techies with you.

Those employees' statements had better be by the book. No holes.

No problem, Jacques.

I want that suitcase to put Prevost in prison for 25 years.

I want an airtight chain of custody. OK?

OK.

Miss, are you OK?

Miss?

It's all right.

You're safe here.

What's your name? I'm Alex.

- Joanie. - Joanie?

OK, Joanie. Has this happened before?

I know what it's like, you'll be fine.

Your heart's racing, you can't catch your breath,

you think you'll die, but you won't die, Joanie.

It'll pass.

It always passes.

Joanie, let's breathe together.

Together, OK?

What are you doing?

Where are you going, Prevost?

Where are you going?

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry! - No, come on!

Hold on.

It's OK.

- It's usually under control. - Yes, but control is a strange thing,

especially when you think you have it.

And anyone can have a panic attack.

Sometimes there's no reason for it.

My dad being wanted for murder is a pretty good reason.

Sorry, I shouldn't have said that.

- No, it's OK. - It's a big misunderstanding.

Everything will be OK.

We just recovered all this, but we don't know anything yet.

We know it's a suitcase.

- We know it's a suitcase. - OK.

It belonged to a tourist.

All the reported items were found,

and it looks like someone moved cement with it.

You see? Not just fingerprints and DNA.

I don't get it.

Why risk stealing a suitcase? Why not just buy one?

It's a pointless risk for the murderer.

Maybe he was in a hurry.

It looks like he improvised.

It'd explain why he got rid of it so...

Recklessly. He practically mailed it to us.

I might have something for you.

Hi, Joanie. How are you?

- If it's to tide you over again... - No, no.

- You're starting to worry me. - No, but I need a big favour.

I need to borrow your car. Not your work car, your private one.

But I can't explain, you have to trust me.

I'd better not be making a mistake, Jo.

I'm so lucky to have a friend like you.

Thanks.

A speed trap photo. 142km/h in a 100km/h zone.

- Which highway? - 113 north.

Toward Saguenay?

I informed the patrols. We have someone from La Trappe on it.

Is there any kind of link with Saguenay?

Just a summer job in the '90s at a hunting lodge,

- according to an old CV. - You really dug deep.

Yes.

Jacques hasn't let up on us.

Where are you headed, Samuel?

Patricia...

Joanie..

My darlings,

what we went through when Felix died,

the investigation,

all those weeks in court, the media and all that,

I don’t want to make you go through that again.

I know that when we lost Felix,

you lost me too.

A large part of me.

And for that, I ask your forgiveness.

Yes.

Not easy.

Can you sleep?

Yes, I'm sleeping better.

I mean without drinking a 12-pack.

Can you sleep?

I'm not seeing it in my tea bags, but in the bags under your eyes.

I'm not here to judge you, Alex.

Self-medication is one way to deal with things.

After 3 years in a far-away area,

you wouldn't be the first cop to develop a little inclination.

So...

Can you tell me what happened in Fermont?

Yes. It all started with 8-year-old Gregoire...

- When we didn't find him... - No, sorry.

You're talking like a cop.

Start with the end, with the abduction

of Detective Sergeant Celine.

- With the end? - Yes. I want to go over that.

I call it "breaking the pattern".

Not bad, right?

Whenever you're ready.

Waiting, not my favourite activity.

They should've intercepted him at the 361 junction at his speed.

Shit.

Between the service station in Charlevoix

and the speed trap there was...

with the road works, 117km.

- I'm not following you. - Wait.

So between the service station and the speed trap,

he was driving at an average of 54km/h,

well below the speed limit.

Then why suddenly 142 km/h, and in winter to boot?

He did it for our benefit.

He just made one mistake: buying fuel with his credit card.

The radar photo was meant to send us to Saguenay

to stop US from looking in Charlevoix.

Come in.

- Hi, I'm doing a towel change. - Thank you.

Thank you.

You still think this is like a garage

and that a cop is like a car.

You change the cambelt and put it back on the road.

But to work on a car, you need to open the bonnet.

I tend to whip it open.

I know I can be impatient sometimes.

You want to be a detective?

You'll be a good one.

But I don't want you coming here for a year,

so same time, day after tomorrow.

- The day after tomorrow? - Yes.

For some people, I use tweezers, for others it's a wrench.

I'll be using a wrench on you, champ.

We know it's in Charlevoix.

If you want me to arrest him instead of trigger-happy cops,

I'll need your help.

No, fuck.

Patricia might be leading us astray. Are you sure...

She's scared for her husband. She told us everything she knows.

- Hello? - Alex, it's Celine.

Celine, where are you? You're breaking up.

In Charlevoix, north of Baie-Saint-Paul.

I have a good idea where I'm going, but there are twelve possible lakes.

- That photo I showed you... - Of the fish?

Can you tell me anything else about that lake?

I'm north of Saint-Urbain.

Again, a big trout like that, they keep to trenches...

In plain language?

You want a deep lake, maybe a headwater lake.

High hills around it. You can skip those three small lakes.

- I can't be more specific. - It's a start. Thanks, Alex.

You miss it, right?

Yes.

- We'll need... - A bathymetric map.

I'm on the Environment Ministry hydrology site.

Bathymetric? Where'd you get that?

I'm a certified scuba diver.

OK, Daneau Lake has a 32-metre trench.

Take the next left.

See if there's a patrol car in the area.

Dad!

Dad!

MY DARLINGS

Patricia..

Joanie...

My darlings...

- What have you got? - Cement.

Identical to the stuff in the bathtub.

And the hotel pillow contains Philippin's blood and someone else's.

Blood from two people?

Martin thinks the killer cut his knuckles while beating him.

It happens a lot. A face is hard and teeth are sharp.

Anything else? Fingerprints?

Nothing at all. I'll keep you posted, OK?

Dad!

- Joanie, is your dad in the cottage? - No, he's over there.

He took my pills. We have to help him!

- Is he armed? - No!

He's never had a weapon, please help him.

05 Lake Daneau Road. Overdose and hypothermia.

Almost no pulse, I can't tell if he's still breathing.

- What are you doing? - Naloxone. Give me space.

He's breathing.

His pulse is picking up, but he's not out of the woods.

It's him. Celine..

It's him, but not just him.