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We'll need results, and fast.

Joanie Prevost, I have a reservation.

/The daughter of the contest-winning couple.

So I put money aside to leave it to others.

Along with my contemporary art collection.

Philippin. I'm in his lab. He found it.

My dad didn't kill himself.

- Celine, you're suspended. - I think Jacques is having me tailed.

What do you know about Philippin's research? What are you hiding?

He left this to Joanie. A brick of his concrete.

- I think I have something for you. - Really?

-I have an invitation for you.

Mr Chamfort, you can leave whenever you want.

DAY 7 MONDAY 11AM

The only fingerprints in Philippin's lab

were Philippin's, Esther's and Chamfort's.

OK.

You're convinced Chamfort didn't kill himself?

Philippin's murderer left no prints in the room.

OK. Where are we going?

We keep walking, I need to think.

- Is he following us? - Yes.

Vesuvius, like the volcano?

We have to go back to the beginning.

- The beginning of what? - I told you everything I know.

Now you tell me the story of the murders in your own words.

Well, the very beginning didn’t entail murders as such.

There's the flyover collapse, twelve dead.

There's the flyover collapse,

Yes, Philippin's guilt plays into it, but fast-forward to Esther Smith.

Esther Smith: physical engineer,

a material resilience expert for large structures.

She knew Philippin well, they were lovers.

6 months ago, the government hired her

to do a preliminary study towards building a third link.

She stopped sleeping with Philippin soon after that.

She has a new lover, she keeps it secret.

No one knows why.

Philippin knows who it is and gives his blessing.

I guess he doesn't mind the guy.

Or he only knows him via Esther's account of him.

And at the same time,

three multinationals are vying for the third link contract.

They're probably trying to sway the committee members,

including Esther Smith.

But Esther's very upright and won't be influenced.

Not by money, maybe, but she has feelings.

Could this new lover have seduced her to influence her,

or find a way to blackmail her?

It all points to that, but why kill her?

Esther Smith couldn't sway the committee all by herself.

Something sped things up.

- The bricks. - The bricks?

2 days before his death, Philippin and Esther were celebrating

the discovery of the formula for the infamous bricks.

If Esther told her lover, things could have taken another turn.

Only if the bricks are revolutionary and worth a fortune.

It all points to that.

And if that's the case, the third link becomes secondary.

The big chunk of the iceberg, under the surface,

is the formula for those infamous bricks.

Only two people knew the formula: Philippin and Esther.

So why kill them? It doesn't make sense!

That's exactly it, Alex.

What?

We have to stop looking for the logic in all this.

The key lies in the irrational.

You think someone is muddying the waters?

Maybe, but it's not just that.

Daphne?

- Hello. - Hello?

I thought we'd cut off contact.

I don't trust Jacques anymore and I don't know what to do.

- I think he's protecting someone. - Who?

I don't know, but things don't add up, there's no logic to it.

You're right, Daphne, there's nothing logical about this.

What do I do about Jacques

Who knows what mess he's got himself into, but I'll talk to him.

For now, business as usual and follow his orders.

If my plan fails, don't want you to bear the brunt.

I'll contact you when I know more.

We need eyes on William, put Adrien on it.

- Who's Adrien? - He's tailing William.

Send him a photo.

Martin just texted Jacques and me.

He found papers in the lining of Chamfort's coat.

Calculations and charts, no way of knowing what for.

Get Martin to show them to an expert.

Concrete bricks, that was the prize.

THE WALL

If what you say is true, I need to know your name.

All in due time, sir.

Sir, to prove my good faith,

I can deposit a large sum in your account right now.

But I'll need your name and account number for that.

How much is your good faith worth?

You already know who I am.

Your first name, at least.

Go ahead.

Nathan.

Nathan.

This is much bigger

than I thought.

Screw the tunnel contract.

I knew Chamfort and Philippin were working together.

I get it now.

- You speak German. - Yes.

French, English, Spanish, German,

Japanese, and my Italian is coming along.

Nathan, you're my salvation.

I'll be generous: 200,000 dollars on the spot.

Plus 2 million dollars when we make the trade.

It's worth a lot more.

You can't do anything with it, you got it illegally.

I'm doing you a favour by taking it.

And paying you sight unseen is a big risk.

OK, sold for 2 million, but I want to see 200,000 in my account,

and I decide where and when we do the trade-off.

- Do we have a deal? - I'm listening.

It's getting tricky, man.

The new boss is power-tripping, he's got me on a tight leash.

Please, I can take over in an hour.

OK, but what if William leaves his room?

You follow him.

- I can't. - I'll double your pay.

- An extra 500? - Yes.

OK.

- Sure you want to confront Jacques? - He's not covering up murders freely.

He's got me out of jams before.

I'll do the same for him if it's not too late.

But where do we find him?

When he finds out where we're headed, he'll get there soon enough.

Where are you going

- Yes, they had a job for me. - What?

Same as you, to watch that William guy.

Perfect.

When you see him, call me and only me.

Sure, but they're paying me.

- Don't worry, you'll be paid.

By a family member.

OK, boss.

Where are they?

OK.

Sergeant, Samuel Prevost regained consciousness.

He probably has more to tell us. I’ll go and see him.

Hi.

Hello. Do I know you?

No.

I'm Edmond Chamfort's son.

He died yesterday.

My condolences.

But I'd like to eat in peace.

Sorry to bother you, it's just... May I sit?

Jo, your dad woke up. He's alert, he's talking...

He wants you to come over.

I'll be right there.

I'll be right there.

Welcome to Marty's! How about a cocktail?

Martin, drop it, we're in a hurry.

You were reinstated? I didn't get the memo.

And you, Mr Gradual Return? That was fast.

Just confirm it wasn't suicide.

It looks like a badly disguised murder.

- So why are you here? - Does Jacques agree it's murder?

- Not right now... - That's why we’re here.

Not to mention my daughter was dragged into this.

- Sophie? Because of William? - Up to her neck in it.

Sorry, but I won't risk my pension

because you two can't get your act together.

If you willingly go along with Jacques' schemes,

you won't just lose your pension.

Celine.

Did you show this to anyone qualified?

According to a university professor, the calculations on the first page

gauge material resilience under pressure,

changes in temperature, erosion, you name it.

What material?

- Daphne says it's concrete, but...

But the professor says no concrete has those properties.

The second page explains how to produce it.

Like a formula?

Yes, but it's coded. The ingredients are illegible.

But with a sample, couldn't you produce it?

I imagine so.

If those calculations are based on actual facts,

you could make that concrete

using half the energy than for the conventional kind.

The lower costs and impact on the environment would be huge.

So anyone with the patent would be a millionaire...

Billionaire, more like. Except it doesn't exist.

- It didn't exist. - I'll believe it when I see it.

A super concrete explains motive, but not method.

Nor the illogical aspects in the sequence of events.

Open the door, Celine.

Sorry, Celine.

You know I had no choice.

- To do what? - To take you off the case.

And have me followed by a PI?

To know when I could talk to you in a safe place.

Come on. You've been trying to hush this up from the start.

I wanted to make a quick arrest, if only to release him afterwards,

to calm things down for the conference.

And the talks for the third link contract.

Who was pressuring you?

Monique Desjardins, deputy minister of transport?

Deputy minister is only her title.

In reality, she runs the whole show.

She explained that it was in the national interest,

so I agreed to try to buy some time, but...

You didn't realise you were protecting

more than just the contract and the conference?

Esther's and Philippin's murderers too.

I only realised it when I saw Chamfort hanging.

Since I couldn't play it by the book,

I tried to keep Daphne on the up and up

- to give you some elbow room. - You didn't fool her long.

But the Ministry of Transport obviously didn't order

Esther to be drowned and Philippin cast in cement.

Not if they wanted an uneventful conference...

Still, Desjardins doesn't want us to find the killer.

She's either involved, or following orders from even higher up.

Higher up?

The Prime Minister? God?

Trudeau.

Samuel Prevost woke up. He's fine, but he's getting tests.

- You didn't talk to him? - No, but there's more.

Someone stole the statue Philippin left them in his will.

That ugly statue?

Not only that. A young woman showed up wanting to buy it.

For some reason, Philippin cancelled the series

- right after finding the formula... - It's the pedestal.

It was really heavy, like concrete.

He made the pedestals on his test runs and stopped when he found the formula.

It makes sense.

And that's how Philippin left his super concrete to Joanie.

That's what the thief believes,

and the young woman who wanted to buy it, Celine.

Not Sophie?

They described her. I showed them a photo.

It was her, but it gets worse.

- Patricia recognised her voice. - Sophie's behind the contest.

She called Patricia 2 weeks ago, as a rep for a nearby supermarket,

saying they'd won a 2-week stay at Chateau.

During the conference. I should've realised.

It has William written all over it. This changes everything.

Unless I'm wrong, it's far from over. Get here ASAP.

- We have to find Monique Desjardins. - Wait a second.

Now, Jacques.

She's protecting someone who's desperate and might kill again.

I'll call her. Maybe avoid a scandal.

No, it's too late for that.

Jacques, if you don't want more deaths on your conscience,

tell me where to find Monique Desjardins.

In the Chateau attic? It could be a trap, Dad.

Exactly, so we won't take any chances. OK?

Yes.

But I'm there now.

- Can I help you? - Room 224?

Sorry, I'm on the third floor.

Sorry. Yes, I'll be right there.

4 night flights out of the country.

- New York, Frankfurt... - As long as I can wear a bikini.

Punta Cana, senorita OK, I’ll book it.

Plus I've never seen you in a bikini.

It's my phone, let me, so you can get there before him.

Go and wait in the car.

Hurry back.

How does Sophie getting the Prevosts to Chateau

explain all the illogical parts of the case?

Not all of them,

but we know Esther and Philippin were killed by the same person.

Because Esther's killer arranged to meet Philippin

at the hotel using her phone.

When we learned that Prevost was at the hotel because of a fake contest,

we immediately tied it to the murder.

- And it's not? - Yes and no.

Again, Monique Desjardins is protecting the killer.

But Esther's and Philippic's murders are a disaster

for her conference and the third link. It doesn't make sense.

She didn't order the murders, but she's protecting the killer. Why?

Because she sent the killer Esther's way.

To try to influence her for the third link contract.

That's why he seduced her, became her lover.

If that's true,

he probably poked around and found a big scoop:

Philippin's major discovery.

Esther realises he's spying on her.

- And she hates rule breakers. - She's furious and leaves him.

To calm down, she goes to her safe place: the ferry.

But the guy knows that's where he'll find her.

He tries to reason with her, but she won't hear of it.

He throws her into the river.

A reckless act, but not premeditated.

Maybe she threatened to report him, but kill her?

He's morally weak, but very arrogant.

A huge ego, but very fragile,

and he can't stand to be rejected or to fail.

The guy's been really lucky: no witnesses on the ferry,

and he managed to keep his fling with Esther secret.

- But why? - Good question.

Esther wouldn't have gone for that.

No, but the killer realises

only one person knows about him and Esther: Philippin.

She might have told Philippin their discovery was out.

The guy has no choice: he needs to snuff Philippin.

He uses Esther's phone to meet Philippin that very night,

giving him enough time to plan things.

To lure Philippin in and kill him.

But not before forcing him to reveal the super concrete formula.

Except Prevost shows up and foils his plan.

It's your ex-husband who lured Prevost to Chateau.

Sure your ex isn't the killer?

But why the fake contest?

Why did he and Sophie want the Prevosts at Chateau?

It's a perverse way to confuse, destabilise and smear.

- Aimed at? - His main contract rivals.

Quebecois engineering in general

and the Morin-Lavoie multinational in particular.

The flyover collapse

didn't just impact Philippin and Chamfort Industries,

it harmed everyone.

William threw salt in the wound at the most sensitive time.

It's his speciality.

So your ex set up the explosives..

Where someone was already playing with matches.

Yes, but who?

Here we are, Nathan.

I don't see the object of our trade-off.

We agreed I'd search you first for weapons.

As agreed.

What's that?

Sorry. Cigar?

- Now transfer the 2 million. - You're pushing it.

- At least show it to me. - That wasn't the deal.

Nathan, before handing over that money...

OK, fine.

You stay there.

Still, how do I know it's not just regular concrete?

That's the pedestal from Joanie's statue.

If you hadn't believed me, you wouldn't be here.

You're right, I did believe you.

No!

- Now I know I was right. - Transfer the money.

OK, so it's not the killer who lures Prevost to Chateau,

but Prevost and Philippin cross paths in the hallway.

Prevost thinks Philippin's harassing his daughter.

Prevost beats him up and leaves him half-dead.

The killer comes out, but Philippin's too far gone to talk.

He'd already filled the bathtub with cement

and moved the security camera with a hockey stick.

- To frame Nathan Gignac. - So he sees it through.

He slips the body into the bath, takes the suitcase used for the cement...

Wait.

The suitcase, the cement...

- Fuck. - What is it?

The killer wanted to frame Nathan.

The cement makes it look like premeditated murder,

like revenge for the flyover collapse.

The hockey stick and the presence of Nathan's car

when Philippin arrived clinched the deal.

That's it. Prevost spoiled the picture the killer was painting.

Unlike Nathan, Prevost had no idea Philippin would be there that night.

He can't have planned on attacking Philippin,

even less on filling the bath with cement.

So the killer gave us some clues.

Not only to frame Prevost,

but to make it seem like the cement was last-minute.

Hey, she's there.

Monique Desjardins.

You have a nephew called Adrien Lacombe?

My aunt owns this building.

She rents it to me dirt cheap, bills included. Not bad.

What would it prove that he stole the cement?

That he didn't buy it in advance, that it wasn't premeditated.

It'd change the motive and type of criminal.

- Fuck. - What?

I left my phone at home. It's just a short detour.

Wait!

Monique, it's time you told us what you know.

Remy. Wait there.

- Where's Adrien? - I saw him take the service lift.

He'd better not be getting high without me.

Give me your keys.

Thanks.

- That wasn't necessary. - Anything else would've been stupid.

Now finish him off.

- What? - You said you could handle a gun.

- Yes, I can handle a gun... - If he saw me, he knows my name.

If he talks, the hotel staff, the conference people,

not to mention your mother, will have too much info on me.

Do it.

You do it.

Of course.

You think you're stronger,

smarter and tougher than everyone else.

But look at you.

Your mother was right.

You're just a little girl.

And I'll still be able to make the Frankfurt flight.

Adrien was 15 when his parents died.

He ended up with me.

He's always been a handful.

Handsome as an angel, but not very stable.

He was the perfect man for the job. Liar, charmer...

hotel employee...

I needed him to find leverage to induce Esther to sway the committee

towards a local company for the third link.

I just asked him to keep an eye on her,

spy on her a bit.

But the idiot started sleeping with her.

-I think she even fell in love with him.

I swear I only found out after he...

Two injured, one shot, the attic of Chateau Frontenac.

Don't move, OK? The ambulance is coming.

Did you get a look at him before he ran off?

He went that way.

You stay.

I didn't realise about Philippin until it was too late.

His damn concrete had driven them all mad.

Them?

Adrien and Geoff.

I know Geoff Peterson well, we've worked together for years.

I asked him to take my nephew under his wing,

to give him more responsibility so he'd grow up.

I have it!

But Geoff insisted that Adrien start at the bottom.

As if he'd climbed up by himself.

Adrien only used the opportunity

to start selling stolen merch.

After Esther and Philippin, I tried to convince him to leave Quebec City,

to disappear.

But he went and told Geoff about Philippin's concrete.

Geoff wanted qualified people to handle the search,

but Adrien wouldn't let go of it.

It was his chance to prove to me and Geoff,

to the whole world, that he was a somebody.

- Nathan? - They're up there.

- Where's Adrien? - He went that way.

We should've forced him to stop.

Geoffs sole concern was the concrete,

so he let him.

Then Chamfort met the same fate.

- Hello? - Daphne?

- Yes? - It's Adrien. He's armed.

- OK. - There are more victims.

- Alex and I know where he's going. - On our way.

The whole place to ourselves?

- It's a special occasion, Joanie. - Thank you.

If all goes well,

you could become the Montcalm Room's youngest member ever.

It's a select club within a select club.

It's where the best of the best gather.

I'm flattered.

I know there are doctors in the Regiment Society,

but I won't be a doctor for another 3 years.

Each member brings something unique to the group.

Money, power, contacts...

I think maybe, without even knowing it,

you bring something unique,

something Hubert Philippin wanted to bequeath to you,

and which is of great value.

If you mean the statue, I no longer have it.

Sir, the club is closed. Sir!

Adrien, what brings you here? This is a bad time.

This is what brings me here.

A cognac, please

Go ahead.

No apologies? No congratulations or membership card, like for her?

Sit!

If I understand correctly,

this is a sample of the hardest concrete ever?

The most durable, least expensive to produce...

Thank you, my man.

All I ask is 2% of the profits.

You're worth no more than that handful of sand.

Are you insane?

Shooting, Regiment Society.

You thought Philippin gave it to her too.

You think he asked you here for your peg leg and pretty face?

- Where's the fucking concrete? - I don't know! I'd tell you if I did!

Adrien..

Drop your weapon.

Or what, Alex?

You might do something you'll regret.

It's too late for that. I've gene beyond regrets.

Because of you.

Your dad was a millionaire, and your grandfather before him.

Always with a silver spoon in your mouth, and you judge people?

- Fuck you! - Wait, let's discuss this.

- Adrien.. - Shut up

You can't wait for him to give you the right to exist,

give value to your life.

He just uses people.

He exploits them, and when he's done, he throws them away.

You're not like him. You're worth more than that.

You made some mistakes.

You have to take responsibility.

I'll help you get through it, I'll vouch for you.

I'll help you.

No!

It's OK.

It's over now, OK?

It's over.

Come on.

Dear Jeanie,

I think I know where Hubert Philippin hid the concrete.

When he taught me at university,

he was a big fan of the prime number theorem.

The series of statues he gave to the victims' families

was based on prime numbers, starting with yours, 277.

The others go up to 349.

The next number in the sequence, which he assigned to no one,

but which was surely meant for you and your brother's memory,

is number 353.

I could have retrieved it myself,

but I think Philippin's last wishes should be respected.

Too many people have been killed, injured or betrayed.

I met Hubert as a child. He and my dad were really close.

He had a romantic, theatrical spirit.

If I understood correctly,

I know exactly where you can find the concrete,

and, I presume, also the production method.

Bernard Chamfort says Philippin called his project Vesuvius

after the concrete of the ancient Romans that became harder over time.

They only recently discovered

that it was down to the sea water

and the compounds you find in volcanic ash.

Subtitles: Sub-Ti, London