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It stinks!

Alex, I hate to ask you again,
but smells like death.

- We found a body, Sergeant.
- Where?

- In Fermont.
- That's bordering the North Pole.

It could be Justine, from the Fertek.

- Likely cause of death?
- There are signs of poisoning.

Young Gregoire died of carbon monoxide poisoning too.

Anthony! I want us to pray for your little brother.

She died the same way as your son did 3 years ago.

- Fuck! So I killed them both?
- Calm down, Bruno!

First sabotage, then murder.
That was no accident.

First sabotage, then murder.
That was no accident.

They knew exactly what they were doing.

This is Louis-Philippe, son of Jules Ricard.

Sophie, my wife, in charge of communications at the mine.

I could easily have Precedemment assigned you the case

without knowing your daughter was in Fermont.

Did you tell her Justine was your ex?

I swear
I didn't do it, Raph!

Raph!

DAY 1 WEDNESDAY, 8PM

DAY 1 WEDNESDAY, 8PM

Take me to the Fertek.

Take me to the Fertek,
I need to be around people.

Justine's death is hard on me.

You being here is really pissing me off!

I told you not to come when Sophie and the baby are here!

There was no one home when I got there!

They went to the mine to talk to you about Justine.
Doesn't that clue you in?

They almost threw you in prison over Gregoire's death.

He was so little.

- That never stopped you beating him.
-1 was in a bad way back then!

-1 didn't kill him and you know it! - So you said.

But your ex never believed you. After Greg and Justine,

what do you think Nathalie will say to her cop friend?

That bitch had better keep her mouth shut!

No, you're the one who needs to lay low, OK?

Everyone knew you had the hots for Justine.

And why won't you tell Sophie you went out with Justine?

None of your damn business!

I may not be a detective,

but you didn't seem keen on Louis-Philippe Ricard's wife.

It's me she's not keen on.

Louis-Philippe Ricard's wife is my daughter.

Sophie?

Sophie's here?

- How long since you last saw her? - 4 years.

- Could you give us 5 minutes, Alex?
- Yes, sure.

Look me straight in the eye and
swear you didn't know.

No. You and I were still going out
when you last mentioned her.

- Jacques didn't say anything?
- Jacques knew?

- And sent you here anyway?
- Because of it, at least partly.

So, how was she?

I barely saw her.

- She seemed better.
- She couldn't have been worse.

She could've been worse.
Much worse.

You know that.

THE WALL

JUSTINE FOURNIER:CAUSE OF DEATH
CARBON MONOXIDE POISONING

Justine Fournier was last seen Saturday night outside the Fertek bar.

It was her birthday.

Except for her clothes, we found no personal effects.

The body spent 3 days in the ventilation system,

where she was found.

Heat from the furnace accelerated putrefaction.

No explanation for the mask yet.

That detail wasn't released, so keep it under wraps.

- Bedard?
- Yes.

Except for the mask, I didn't find anything significant.

No fingerprints, no blood or other bodily
fluids belonging to the killer.

Could it be some kind of bizarre suicide ritual?

But her hands were bound.

As for carbon monoxide poisoning,
you need a motor or other gas source.

Yes. Nothing at the scene,
but the killer could've taken it.

We found motor oil, but it could've
been there for a while.

Or the killer moved her there after the fact,

which would rule out suicide.

- Anything else?
- Yes, a red pen,

broken glass in a vent and on the floor,

long blonde hairs found near the victim's neck.

Not hers. They were sent to the lab too.

OK, inform me of any unusual
goings-on last Saturday night.

Dig anything up in the neighbourhood?

Not much, except that Justine
crashed at a friend's when she came to Fermont.

- Lea Valois.
- She works at the Fertek.

She's still in shock, but says she'll talk.

Have we retrieved the security camera footage?

Yes, but they record over them every 2 days. Nothing from that night.

Fine.

OK, I'll start questioning family and friends.

I'll keep you informed of any developments. Let's go!

Lea!

Did Justine always stay with you
when she came to Fermont?

Yes.

But she'd crash with other people too.

- She didn't see them that way.

She just liked to make people feel good.

What the guys gave her she saw as gifts.

I bet they weren't all nice guys just looking for affection.

I really liked Justine.

She wanted to give it all up.

Stripping...

She was saving up to open a nail salon.

Tell me what happened on the night of her birthday,

who was there, what you did, everything.

Could I get a drink? My mouth is dry.

Please, Lea. You were here partying with friends.

After her shift, Justine left with a new guy.

- You remember his name?
- No.

He's a fly-in-fly-out.
He'd flirt with her between dances, like lots of guys.

They went out for a smoke, but he came right back.

- Why did he return so fast?
- He said that once outside,

Justine dumped him for another guy.

We teased him a bit, but that was about it.

We haven't found her phone or wallet.

She kept everything in her handbag.

A red bag with stripes.

Did she carry lots of cash or anything worth stealing?

Not that I know of.

Sometimes she'd come to Fermont with loads of coke.

- Enough to deal?
- No, just for her and her friends.

Do you have a photo of Justine with the handbag?

No, I just cleaned out my phone. Maybe on my laptop, but...

Check when you get a chance.

The stolen bag could point us to a motive.

The killer clearly doesn't want us to find it.

Get two officers to question Justine's friends and bar staff.

Find the fly-in-fly-out who had a smoke with her.

The others can search for
her handbag in the tunnels, bins, everywhere.

Yes?

Are you sure?

OK.

OK, ciao.

Justine's parents want to see the body.

- In that condition?
- They've been warned.

- OK, I'll be there.
- OK.

Home-made. The kind of thing a kid would paint in art class.

- Impossible to trace?
- Yes.

And not standard hardware store varnish.

No, real art materials.

You can't leave, Martin, I need you.

To help you with the case or with Sophie?

- What?
- Excuse me.

- The Mayor wants to see you and...
- Didn't I tell you to get rid of her?

Yes, but she's here, and by the way...

- What can I do for you?
-1 need to know what's going on.

Otherwise how can I reassure my citizens?

I'll hold a press conference tomorrow.

To reassure them, say you're
leaving the investigation to me.

I still need to know who, what and how.

Or people will accuse young guys and fly-in-fly-outs.

Then sparks will fly and public order will be at stake!

For the good of the case and public order,

I'm keeping some elements from the public for now.

What I was trying to tell you

is that the Mayor is your daughter's mother-in-law.

No dinner invite anytime soon, I guess.

No, I guess not.

- Might her parents be involved?
- No.

They're nice and friendly with everyone.

Their daughters are kind of wild, but...

Parents often know more than they say or realise.

I want to see them both at the station tomorrow, separately.

Isn't that a bit soon, given their grief?

Not at all. I want to see their other daughter too.

Raphaelle, right?
Tomorrow morning.

In the meantime, I need to get some sleep.

Could you pull young Gregoire's file?

Here.

Sorry to bring it up again,

but you didn't know your daughter was here and you barely spoke?

Let's save the questions for our suspects, OK?

Did I ask about your souring relationship with your wife?

- Who said I was married?
- No one.

You said you weren't here for nature or hunting.

You're obviously not here for the isolation bonus,

ergo, you came because of a woman.

And you're just the guy who goes for women who insist on getting married.

Right, good deduction work.

But where did you get "souring" relationship from?

I know men.

My marriage is fine, OK?

- See you, Detective Sergeant.
- See you tomorrow.

Well, I'm off.

- OK.
- Bye.

I'm going to your mum's to watch a film.

Get in, it's cold!

Hi, it's me!
I've got a good one for you:

Do you know whose mother the detective is?

Glad I asked you to come home early, I was worried!

- Doesn't look like it.
- You know who's dead?

Your dad's floozy.

- Fuck you!
- What? Come back here!

She's not Dad's floozy, OK? She's Raph's sister.

She's my friend's sister, but you don't give a damn about that.

Sorry about that, -I've been drinking...

THURSDAY, 7:16AM

THURSDAY, 7:16AM
Environment Canada has issued an extreme cold warning

for most of the North Shore.

Tonight, the temperature will drop

to between -50 and -60�C with the wind chill factor.

Now, the latest crime news. Yesterday morning,

the body of a young woman was found in a ventilation system.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Hey, cutie!

Ever since we got here, I knew it was bound to happen.

I figured she'd show up at some point.

So she's your mother?

I knew she was in the police, but this...

She's going to ruin everything.

Like what?

Everything!

Us.

What I've become, thanks to you.

- You...
- She can't do that, stop it!

It's over.
We're together now.

- I'll be fine.
-Yes?

What's that, little man? All is well.

Come here. Come and give your mum a hug.

Come on.

No more secrets between us, OK?

OK.

What do you make of the bar patron statements?

Their storing match up with Lea Valois'.

Any news on that fly in-fly-out
who had a smoke with Justine?

- No one seem to know him.
- Yeah.

Might be more of a homebody.
We're still looking.

Alex, here's a photo of the bag.

Alain, can you send this to the media?

It'll put pressure on the killer,
maybe push him to make a mistake.

- Alex?
-Yes?

Here's what you asked for,

a list of Justine's known boyfriends here in Fermont.

Surprisingly, there's just one name on it.

It's no big secret.
You would've found out eventually, it's just that...

The girl who died...

We dated for a couple of summers when I was at university.

I don't understand why you never told me.

It's stupid,
but I felt bad because..

she was a lap dancer.

She wasn't dancing at the time, but I didn't want you to think that...

That you had a pattern?

- Is that it?
- Yes.

That I had a fixation for strippers.

Sophie...

You're my only fixation. The rest is irrelevant, you understand?

I understand.
It's irrelevant.

But I ran away to forget about my mum and stripping.

Now both show up at'the same time.

No one can find out about my past, especially your mother!

I promise.

I came here to start over.
I'm not going back to square one.

Here's an awareness campaign
to counter further sabotage.

It's inexpensive and you get amazing results.

There's a factory in Kansas...

Thanks, Sophie, but we can't do
this through official channels.

But we can't just let the sabotage continue.

I have my own "awareness" methods.

Louis-Philippe, we'll need eyes and muscle.

The less you know, the better.

Hi, Bruno.
Round up the gang.

My folks didn't want me hanging out with her and her friends.

I'd sometimes sneak a drink with her when she was working.

- Were you with her on Saturday night?
-1 was at home with Mum.

Justine was your big sister, did she confide in you?

Not really. She'd buy me things
to impress me with her money.

She spent it as fast as she earned it.

Had she been feeling threatened recently?

On the contrary, she wasn't careful enough.

But the last time she was here, maybe 2 or 3 months ago,

she mentioned this guy who was bugging her.

She called him the Chinese guy. "My Chinese guy."

But she was blind drunk.

"My Chinese guy."

Bruno Lamontagne was there, I remember that.

Saying, "Show me your Chinese guy!"

Then she never mentioned him again.

- It's quite the situation, huh?
-1 imagine you just heard a juicy one.

- Yes, I heard a juicy one.
- Go on, spill!

- That policewoman from Quebec City...
- That guy's mother-in-law?

Yes. Well, she went to the mine to question someone.

About the murder?

Seems
it turned into a slugfest.

Who?

Quite the situation!

Bruno?

- That bastard!
- Did they arrest him?

You knew he was boning her, right? That slut Justine!

If just boning her were proof,
there would be a long line-up at the station.

But I already told you!

I've said so all along.

- That was no accident either!
- Nat, don't get riled up,

we don't know anything yet.

Sorry about yesterday.

I know you didn't kill anyone.

I wasn't thinking straight.

I get it.

Did you talk about me?

Why would I talk about you? This has nothing to do with us!

I know.

But...

- what do I do with the...
- Nothing!

You sit it out and keep quiet.

We'll see about it later.

It's like it wasn't real.

It takes a while before it hits you.

How long did it take for your brother?

I didn't even feel it at the funeral.

It was only when I got home.

Maybe 2 days later.

It's me.

Strange, isn't it?

Now I'm positive you killed our son.

And now that I'm positive, I'm not scared of you anymore.

I hope you burn in hell.

She'd say,
"Why do you want me to follow in your footsteps"?

I know you're miserable!"

Why did she think you were miserable?

Here's Justine's father's statement.

Bedard says his alibi holds up so far.

Thanks, Alain.

If you don't mind, I'm not much use during interrogations...

You seemed uncomfortable.

When it gets too personal, I feel like a voyeur.

They don't like it either.
I feel like a nosy neighbour.

It's hard to win their trust back after.

We have a killer to find.

What they want is for you to do everything to find him.

That's just it.
Since I�m not much use,

I might be more useful elsewhere.

But I need someone who knows these people.

You're not trying hard enough.

It's clear Justine's mum and sister
didn't want to air their dirty laundry,

but I know we might get a clue from it.

So you'll ask the tough questions to the dad, even if it's painful.

- Please, Sergeant...
- No more kid gloves.

Otherwise, starting tomorrow I'll be working with Bedard.

Why would she mention some Chinese guy to me?

She never told me anything, and listened to me even less.

The way she dressed..

All the times I told her her friends would be the death of her!

She pained her mum when she was alive. Now she's dead, she's killing her.

What kind of relationship did you have with Justine?

Her mum would invite her over
from time to time, for Christmas and Easter.

We'd always end up bickering.

I mean, before she left, when she was still living at home.

- What's that got to do with anything?
- Were you close?

She took off when she was 16. How could we be close?

I don't know.
I'm just asking, Claude.

I get it.

You goddamn bastard!

- What are you implying?
- Please, Mr Fournier!

Was Justine an affectionate child?

Watch your mouth!

- Mr Fournier!
-1 have nothing more to say.

Well, you asked the right questions.

Right. But he has an alibi, he was working in Sept-Iles.

- There are even witnesses.
- You can fake an alibi,

but not your reaction to a tough question.

You obviously hit a nerve.

Maybe, but what now?

We'll ask Child Protection Services
if anyone in the family has priors.

I'll put Bedard on it.

The authorities are looking for a handbag.

It's square, red, with white stripes on one side.

The police think the bag might contain important evidence

about the murder of Justine Fournier.

The police will meet with the media and the community tonight.

In the meantime, they'll need your help Ideating a red handbag...

- Hey, did he say a red handbag? - Yes.

- Hey, did he say a red handbag?

Emilie?

- Hi, Alex.
- Hi.

So, it was
the day before yesterday...

Yes, the day before yesterday.

Around midnight, I went out for a walk and a smoke.

- Where was it?
- Lying in the street.

I wanted to return it, but it slipped my mind.

- No phone or wallet?
- I didn't take anything.

I looked inside for an address or something.

I would've returned it to the owner.

Leila!

Leave William alone, he's not a doll!

What is it?

That's your grandson...

You didn't know Sophie...

Hi, William.

You know him?

No, not yet.

Hey, guys!

Someone sabotaged the mine.

Nobody's saying it was you,

but nobody's saying it wasn't you either.

One thing's for sure,

you'd better check your machines thoroughly, OK?

People can have accidents too.

Get it?

Fuck!
The Chinese guy.

Excuse me..

Excuse me!

The Mayor informed me earlier that she's hired

extra security for the Wall. They should arrive soon.

- You won't even introduce me?
-1 wouldn't know what to say.

Your kids are in no more danger than they were last week.

They were in big danger last week, we just didn't know.

Please... OK, please!

You don't know who murdered her or why?

Do you at least know the cause of Justine's death?

The mostly likely theory is...

- It was a damn fly-in-fly-out!
- Exactly!

OK, please calm down!

Don't I know you?

Yes. Didn't you get a lap dance from Justine last Saturday?

Yes, it's kind of freaky.

One minute she's shoving
her boobs in my face, then...

What the fuck?

Know what freaks me out?
Fuckin' Chinks!

Hey, what are you doing?

Take that, you fucker!
Take that, you fuckin' bastard!

And that, you fucker!

Sorry, we can't say more without compromising the investigation.

I have a job for you.

- The mother?
- The mother and the daughter.

-1 urge everyone to...
- There's an emergency at the Fertek.

Sorry, we must respond to a call.

Never go near my son when I'm not around.

I met him by chance. Don't make a fuss.

Shouldn't we take advantage of my being here

to put the past behind us?

You've changed.

You haven't.

Out of the way.

Don't look for trouble.
One injured man is enough.

Give me a minute!

- Come on, Bruno!
- Just a goddamn minute!

Look me in the eye.

I know I flipped out on you and Gregoire a few times.

I'm not proud of that, but I swear I loved you both.

- Spare me...
- You prefer to think I'm guilty,

but you know it wasn't me!

Look me in the eye!

He was my son too.

I loved him! I'd never have done such a thing.

- Why are you doing this to me?

- Calm down!
- OK.

OK, back off, boys. The show's over!

Do you believe him?

I don't know, but she believes him.

Then why is she crying?

Blaming him kept her from blaming herself.

But she didn't do anything.

That's just it. She could've protected her son, but she didn't.

Now she must face up to it.

Mum?

Mum!

I hadn't noticed earlier, but look at her lipstick.

It's new. The make-up's never been used, everything's new.

Even the bag's brand new.

Not a crease or scratch.

That photo was taken 3 months ago.

Supposedly, Justine always had that bag with her.

It doesn't make sense.

She could've bought a new one, but...

all the contents too?

- What do you think it means?
- We've barely scratched the surface.

We need to dig deeper.

Much deeper.

Can you imagine if the public and the media find out

that you think the killer had another victim?

A child, in the Wall.
Can you imagine the fallout?

Yes, say the word we've been avoiding saying.

-Jacques...
-Serial killer