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FORTIFIED CITY

HOTEL CHATEAU FRONTENAC
DAY 1, TUESDAY 8AM

- Trudeau.
- We have a body, Sergeant.

- Where?
- Chateau Frontenac.

THE WALL

24 HOURS EARLIER

Celine.

Listen, I had no choice.

You're the best person
to train a rookie.

Right. Celine, meet
your new partner Daphne Constant,

fresh out of the police academy
and by far the best in her class.

Celine Trudeau.
I warn you: I prefer working alone.

- How long have you been here?
- A good hour.

The body is still in the water,
I was the first to...

- The body is still in the water,
I was the first to...

She can be hard to deal with,
but you'll learn a lot from her.

What did she mean
by working alone?

You need to work in pairs,
that's the rule.

There are exceptions to every rule,
and Celine is one of them.

Forensics haven't taken photos yet,
but she's entering the perimeter

and touching
the victim's clothes.

Why not?

First, there's no sign
the man jumped off the bridge.

He either drowned
or died from hypothermia.

But if somebody pushed him off,

you might be contaminating
the evidence left by the killer.

Second, waiting for the photos
is standard procedure.

First, if you'd examined
his skin more closely,

you'd have noticed the body
spent 2-3 days in the water,

Which means the tides put him
through the rinse cycle 7-8 times.

So if someone killed this man,

the chances
of there being traces of the killer

on the victim's clothes
are nearly zilch.

- Celine...
- Second.

If you'd checked the daily log,

you would've noticed that the man's
face and clothes precisely match

the photo and description
of Patrick Mongeau,

who escaped from a psychiatric
hospital in Cap-Rouge last Sunday.

His family and carers were
very worried because he was suicidal.

Conclusion: you wasted an hour
and I came here for nothing

Because this isn't
a job for Homicide.

So your procedure...

Celine, she got here yesterday.
Give her a chance, OK?

I know your personal life
is complicated...

My personal life
has nothing to do with it.

Your ex is in town, he reconnected
with your daughter, it upsets you...

William isn't here
just to see Sophie.

But he's her father,
try to understand her.

Do you think I don't understand
she's fallen under his spell?

I understand that
better than anyone.

If I got a do-over,
I'd stab him again, but aim better.

William..

"Will we put up
with such a disaster? No.

"Two bridges simply
don't suffice anymore.

"There's only one solution

"for a third link between
Quebec City and its south shore:

a tunnel!"

But you deserve the applause.

Except for a few minor things,
it's very well written.

Then you introduce yourself.

"I'm William Taylor,
spokesperson for Forward Green,

an organisation that promotes
ecological urbanism around the world."

- Then you expound on the pros.
- It's really good, Sophie.

- Thanks, Dad. That's sweet of you.
- You deserve it.

What's wrong?
Is it because I called you dad?

I don't deserve the title yet.

We can't go back now.

Come, let's go and warm up.

You know..

I can't believe
Joanie's renting a room here.

She's always complaining
about being broke.

When you're a Med student,

it doesn't take much
to get a credit card.

She's probably
not here to see us.

She goes into debt to see us
and you complain?

- She never visits us at home.
- Drop it.

I'll just tell her
to stay in Montreal.

Let me get used to the idea, OK?

When is she coming?

Tonight.

Can we take the ferry?

What do you want to do in Levis?

It's just for fun,
we'll come right back.

Come on.

- We have to keep celebrating!
- My will?

That too. But here.

- Practise a bit.
- I thought you were filming me.

- That's true. Give it.
- Esther...

- Champagne?
- Yes.

- Come on, Hubert!
- Where are the glasses?

QUEBEC CITY
POLICE HEADQUARTERS

Mike, I'm sorry.
I'll have to call you back.

OK, talk to you later.

Alex?

- How are you, mate?
- Why didn't I get the position?

Fancy a coffee?

Glass of water?
I'll get you one.

No, I'm good.

Go and get Celine.

- You told me the job was mine.
- I told you that...

once you were over it
and you'd finished your training,

the first position
that opened up, I'd do my all...

I did the training
and aced the exams.

- But you're not over it, Alex.
- You're a two-bit shrink now?

Getting over PTSD can take time.

Jacques, I can't
twiddle my thumbs anymore.

I need to work
to get back to normal.

- You know I'd be good.
- I can't reinstate you.

Not until you're more...

stable.

Especially not at Homicide.

Is there really a killer
on the loose in Fermont?

- Are you scared of the killer?
- Shouldn't I be?

Alex.

MISSING - MONGEAU, PATRICK

Who's the guy with Trudeau?

Alex Theberge. The guy
who was stationed in Fermont.

Whose wife was murdered
by a serial killer?

Esther Smith speaking.

It's you.

I was stupid?

You used me.

No, he'll find out
and take precautions. Forget it.

It hurts.

I've never felt so hurt.

Ladies and gentlemen,
on 16 October 1690,

Frontenac answered,
"My only reply to your general

will come from
the mouths of my cannons!"

And also,
"Long live a free Quebec!"

No, sorry,
that was another general.

Anyway, that's how it ends.
Thanks! Have a nice stay!

You're even better now.

I added a few jokes
that seem to work.

Thanks for the lift.

I can take it up
to your room if you want.

No.

Maybe some other time.

You sure?

Thanks.

Sorry for just turning up,
I don't want to be a bother.

I'm always inviting you,
but you say no.

Yes... Sorry.

It wasn't a reproach.
I'm glad to see you, Alex.

And I won't have to eat dinner
alone with Sophie.

Guess there's an issue
we need to address.

The elephant in the room.

To sleep over
or not to sleep over.

On the sofa or in the bedroom.

It's probably a bad idea.

Yes, you're right.

- Would you mind, Alex?
- Yes, sure. OK.

- Hey, Alex.
- Hey.

- I didn't know you were in town.
- Yes.

- Am I interrupting something?
- No, I'm not staying long.

Please don't leave.

I don't want
to be stuck alone with her.

OK.

Hi, Mum.

- How are you?
- Fine, thanks.

You seem in fine form, Alex.

Yes.

You can sign in here, madam.

Hi.

Hi. Joanie Prevost,
I have a reservation.

Prevost? Right, the daughter
of the contest-winning couple.

They're already famous here?

Your parents are lovely,
colourful characters!

That's one way to look at it.

They couldn't reach you,
they don't have a mobile.

One of Dad's many quirks.

They had a message.
They're dining at Spaghetti Plaza.

Don't tell them you saw me.

Could you reserve a table for me,
something close by and classy?

- I'll be back down shortly.
- Of course. Seventh floor.

- The lifts are over there.
- Thanks.

Have a nice stay, Ms Prevost.

Hello?

Good evening, Ms Prevost.
It's Sylvie, the lobby concierge.

I found you a table at the Saint-Amour.
I wanted to check you were OK.

Yes, everything's fine,
but you can cancel the reservation.

- I'm tired, I need to rest.
- Very well.

If you need anything, just dial zero.
Please feel free, we're here for you.

Thanks.

- You work for him?
- He's a lobbyist, I do communications.

- A perfect match!
- It's for a green organisation.

For a 6-month contract.
It'll give me breathing room.

William?
Environmental lobbying?

He's changed, Mum. He wants
the three of us to get reacquainted.

When you realise what
he really wants, it'll be too late.

Bye, Alex.

- I think I'll go too.
- No, you're not going anywhere.

Private Club Regiment Society

A war wound is sacred.

She certainly didn't miss.

On the contrary,
lucky for me she did miss.

Right. This morning she said
she'd aim better if she had to go again.

Are you worried
she’ll harm your plans?

I know she will.

So you hired Sophie
as a human shield?

You really think
that'll stop Celine?

My only concern
is that you don't harm her.

- How would I do that?
- William...

Your mere presence
in Quebec City is harmful.

Jack, Jack, Jack.

Willy, Willy, Willy.

She's not answering her phone.

Sorry, we can't divulge
guest room numbers.

It's a basic policy
of confidentiality.

I'm her mother.
You said she was upset.

- You think I'll wait till tomorrow?
- What did the man look like?

Fairly tall, in his 60s.

- His head...
- Bald.

Yes, shaved or bald.

- What's he doing here?
- OK, I'll call her room.

Hurry!
Seventh floor, call a lift.

- She's not answering.
- You don't know me.

I'll kick down every door
of your crappy hotel

until I find my daughter,
is that clear?

- Wait, I'll take you.
- Hurry!

Come on.

Joanie, open the door.
It's me. Jo!

Jo!

Joanie, wake up.

- Jo! Jo!
- Joanie.

- She took her damn pills again.
- How many?

Not many, the bottle seems full.

You're still here?
Time to go.

Thanks, we'll be fine now.

Leave me alone, Mum, I'm tired.

- Hello?
- We have a problem.

- What's going on?
- The upstairs cameras aren't working.

It's really just
the upstairs cameras?

Same as last year
when we got hacked.

I'll call the company,
but I want to see something first.

DAY 1
TUESDAY 8:20AM

Contradictory?

The mere mention of his name

makes you want to kill
and screw at the same time.

For better or worse,
William's always made me lose it.

That's no easy feat.
I'd be curious to meet him.

- What exactly did he do to you?
- That? That wasn't him.

Maybe I'll tell you about it
some other time.

The fact that William cheated on me
and led a double life

with a new wife in England
isn't even the worst of it.

But for 12 years, he made me
believe we were a couple,

he had a child with me,

with the sole aim
of using my police contacts

to sell the info
he extracted from me.

When you were
at Economic Crimes?

If Jacques hadn't been
my chief and my friend,

my career would've been over.

- Trudeau.
- We have a body, Sergeant.

- Where?
- Chateau Frontenac.

- Was he a guest of the hotel?
- We don't know yet.

How's that?

They cast the guy in cement
in the bath.

- Has the cement set?
- Yes.

OK, then take photos...
No, don't touch it.

- I have to see it for myself.
- OK.

But there's something
you should know.

The rookie is already here.

- How come?
- Want me to kick her out?

No, let her fill in
her little notebook, I'm on my way.

- What's going on?
- You're on leave, Alex.

Exactly, a few days away
from Drummondville would do me good.

Maybe I could just...

Not during a case,
not in your state of mind.

Only when you're ready.

Monique?

Monique!

Monique.

There she is.

Monique Desjardins,
Deputy Transport Minister.

We have to convince her.

- Not the minister?
- The minister knows what he wants.

From what I've heard, Monique could
make him change his mind.

- Monique...
- Edmond Chamfort?

The engineer,
Chamfort Industries.

Isn't he pro-tunnel too?

Monique, it's just
a matter of time. It's important.

- When they call me, we'll see.
- I have a meeting.

Dad?

You're right,
Chamfort is on our side.

So we want a tunnel
instead of a bridge

and Chamfort is on our side,

but is that really all we want?

Obviously.

So, what are you having?

- Who rented room 729?
- Ms Esther Smith, from Montreal.

- A woman, alone?
- Yes.

You had me empty a whole floor,
I'm short-staffed.

- How much longer will this take?
- A man died in a bathtub.

- Where is this Ms Smith?
- I don't know.

I gave her number to your colleague.
I can't afford to lose any guests.

Can you please
be discreet and quick?

We'll try to be quick.
As for discreet, I'd be surprised.

How can I get him out of there?

We'll need to take out
the bathtub with a crane.

It's never simple with you.

I investigate murders, Martin,
I don't commit them.

Yet you came close once
if I'm not mistaken.

No joke, keep it up
and you'll be her first victim.

Let her be, she's a rookie.
A fast learner, it seems.

- You checked the room?
- Yes.

Before Forensics got here?
What about procedure?

Not that this isn't fun,
but I need to figure out

how to haul half a ton
of cement to my autopsy room.

I need to make a few calls.

What about the woman
who rented the room?

Several bills addressed
to Esther Smith.

Documents indicate she teaches
engineering at Montreal Uni.

We're trying
to reach her family.

Two suitcases
with women's clothes.

In the bathroom: accessories,
perfume and feminine beauty products.

No indication a man stayed here,
nor that anyone slept here last night.

Maybe someone made the bed
to give that impression.

It's possible, but sleeping here
while a body's setting in cement?

- We've seen worse.
- OK.

So Esther Smith remade the bed

to imply she wasn't here
when the murder was committed?

That's a weak alibi.
After all, this is her room.

She's the main
suspect either way.

True.

But alternatively,

casting a body in cement
in a hotel room

requires a lot of premeditation.

Yes.

So, if she's the killer
and didn't bother to cover her tracks,

she didn't care
about the consequences.

What does that change?

I mean, it's obviously
the work of a psychopath.

There are two types of killers

who care little about
what happens to them after:

psychopaths,
who kill out of need,

and vigilantes,
who kill out of vengeance.

Again, what does
that change for us?

Nothing.

Not until
we identify the victim.

Forensics will be here soon,
we'll make way for them.

Let's find Esther Smith.

I put out a search on her car.
It's been found.

Already? Where?

Ferry employee car park,
on the north side.

- What's that?
- Stuff from Ms Smith's Mercedes.

Forensics are looking
for blood and cement.

- Any news of Smith?
- No.

She lived alone in Montreal,
family in Ontario. They rarely speak.

Her university colleagues say she was
in Quebec City for an expert panel.

- We're looking into it.
- Good.

She came here often?

About once a month
for nearly 2 years.

- Always at the Chateau?
- Just the last 3 months.

A boyfriend or friends
in Quebec City?

She's not on social media,
but we're looking into that too.

Thanks.

On this side too.

Put on one of these,
otherwise you need to go.

- I'll come back later.
- Sure.

DUE TO AN UNFORESEEN INCIDENT,
7TH FLOOR GUESTS WILL BE RELOCATED

Excuse me.

Adrien, I need you.
You'll have to be discreet.

Go up to the seventh floor.

- The floor is closed.
- I'm here to see Trudeau.

Jacques Larocque told me
she was here.

- She already left.
- She did?

Hey, this floor is closed.

Easy, guys. Easy!

You're going to
drop him! Christ.

- Alex, you're back?
- Yes, it's a gradual return.

I help out here and there.

- Perfect, you can help me.
- Yes?

Easy, boys.

Watch out
for those cables. Easy...

OK, good.

Careful.

Good. Let's go.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Sorry, but you really
can't take that lift.

The van's in front,
we'll cross the lobby in 10 seconds.

No one will be
any the wiser. Look.

No, it's not that.
It's the weight.

It's an old lift.

Last year, an American family
got stuck for 6 hours.

I'll spare you the details,
it's safer to use the service lift.

OK.

- It's just a little detour.
- I understand.

Thanks.

- What is it?
- Her agenda.

Esther Smith is
a very busy woman.

Trudeau.

OK, we're on our way.

Well, that's that.

- Don't you work with them?
- Me? No.

I ran into Martin by chance.
He's an old friend of my brother's.

He asked me to help out,
it just happened.

OK.

I'm actually here
to look for a job.

I'm from Drummond,
I used to work in the hotel business.

- It's a while back, but...
- It's full employment in town.

- Everyone's short-staffed.
- OK.

You've got two arms
and two legs? You're hired.

- Cool. Perfect.
- Come on.

What happened?

The service lift
wasn't on the same floor.

\Ne had to go down
a crappy stairwell. Long story.

Good thing Alex was there.

- Alex?
- Yes, Alex Theberge.

A gradual return,
you should know that.

Goddamn.

Come and see.

It looks like a wallet.

Let's clean it up.

Alex, go near a crime scene again
and I'll report you to Jacques,

and you can forget
about Homicide forever.

Maybe we should go and see her.

If we had a mobile,
she could reach us.

Don't worry,
she'll get hold of us.

Hubert Philippin.

Philippin?

That rings a bell.

Hubert Philippin.

Remember the flyover on the 353?

Philippin?

He did time for criminal negligence.
He was the head engineer.

Mum! Mum!

Felix, are you OK?

Are you OK?

I can't feel my legs.
Are you OK?

Yes, I'm fine.
You'll be fine too, OK?

Stay with me, OK?

Mum?

Mum? Mum!

They used cheap cement
to save money.

How many people died?

I don't know,
but it explains the cement.

It must have been hard,
living with all that remorse.