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What happened to my dad?

He was out jogging. There was a landslide.

His last letter!

He was a filthy egotist.

Justine inherited 60% of Blue Moon.

- Really? - I'm your partner.

I run major operations. I need an elite unit:

communication, IT, counter-espionage.

- Covert ops. - I'll go along.

We hit the field. Then we come here.

Someone shot at me!

Justine's been hit.

Louis, it's me.

I'm here. It'll be OK.

His wife called us. He died at 6am.

We arrested Dany Lagarde yesterday, right?

He was out this morning.

Is that him with you and Dad?

Sort it out. Or I'll sort it out my way.

I can get my hands dirty.

- Don't you touch Justine! - I dunno what you mean.

Hide under the bed.

Don't shoot, Dari! Give yourself up!

Only if it's the police.

Good news?

I think I know where he is.

We get him, it ends.

I don't want you anywhere near this.

Perfect!

Any problems, it's your fault!

Is he alone?

His wife's with him.

Could be a problem.

The Americans want her too.

Hello. I'm Justine Laurier.

My father died jogging recently.

Yves Laurier's daughter?

My condolences, ma'am.

Thank you.

A detective here did the report?

Yes, Martin Trépanier.

Can I have a copy?

Want to see him?

Yes, if he has time.

All we know is that there was a landslide.

He probably lost balance.

How'd you find out?

From a gentleman who always goes for a walk at 4, 5pm.

He found your father's body.

What did you do?

We went there, pronounced him dead,

took him to the hospital and they did the autopsy.

D'you have any photos?

We may be rural cops,

but it doesn't mean we're incompetent.

Can I see them?

OK. Follow me.

What's up?

They've found him.

Really?

We're not 100% sure it's him, but it looks like it.

Which country?

Here.

At Lake Nominingue.

- No way! - I swear.

Told you he wouldn't go.

Other countries want him too.

We'll get the new guys to do it.

Give Bob another job.

Keep him out of this.

Ever seen a landslide?

No.

They're very loud, even small ones.

Enough to make you look up, at least.

What are you trying to say?

I took this photo this morning in the same spot.

That hole

is where you put dynamite.

Those rocks don't come from a landslide.

They've been dynamited.

How d'you know that?

I was an explosives expert in the army for 8 years.

The debris along the path

is typical of an explosion.

That's it there.

The powder traces are on that rock up there.

Have it tested: you'll see it's TNT powder.

But what does that prove?

That an explosion caused the rocks to fall.

But we don't know when it was blown up.

It could've been a year ago.

They blew it up to make us think there was a landslide.

So your father didn't die accidentally?

Rocks from a landslide

look nothing like those smashed by an explosion.

Even rural folk know that.

I'm visiting Louis Naud's wife. Come along.

We've been already.

I want to take care of them, the funeral...

You could stay with them.

We're bringing in a guy up north.

Milan's dealing with it.

You're sure it was an accident?

I'm never sure.

I work with the evidence I'm given.

Follow me.

I did your father's file.

The X-rays are next door.

So...

Right...

Impact occurred below the occipital lobe,

just behind the skull, here.

The rock must've hit him behind the head.

You don't think it's a bit twisted?

That's nothing.

People run with their heads down.

The fracture lines are clear:

the rock hit him behind.

And if no landslide occurred?

He may have just fallen by himself.

This kind of fracture

is consistent with hitting your head on a rock.

Couldn't it also be the result of a blow to the head?

I have proof dynamite was used to make it look like a landslide.

You want for nothing!

Nothing?

A little affection would be nice!

You drink too much!

When I get home, you're drunk!

When I mention your absences, you say I like a drink!

"A drink"? You're an alcoholic!

- What an example! - Shut up!

What'll happen to you?

What can I say?

- You're never here! - And you?

Justine?

Det. Trépanier, Quebec Police.

- Did I wake you? - No.

I spoke to Jacques Despatie, the pathologist.

He wants us to reopen the case.

OK, thank you.

Come in.

Alright?

- You weren't followed? - No.

Impossible with a motorbike.

What did you get?

He's still alive. They've found him.

No!

90% sure it's him. You'll be able to leave.

I can't believe it!

This is

Dari Bentayeb. Algerian, 49, notorious arms dealer.

US authorities think he's hiding in Canada.

This is his wife.

Azza Atmani. Armed and dangerous.

Also wanted by the Americans.

We think we know where he is.

We must go get 'em.

We got a warrant?

No. If there was a warrant out on him,

the cops'd do the job.

Bentayeb sells arms to ISIS.

Our CIA pals

want him hand-delivered.

He's dangerous. He must be identified first.

No mistakes.

What's the plan?

The plan...

Well, I'd say we need a holiday.

I've rented a chalet.

Officially, we'll continue to say it was an accidental death.

Unofficially, we'll continue investigating.

D'you know what Blue Moon does?

It's a security company...

It's an organisation that can make lots of enemies.

If the suspicions are confirmed, I'll have to ask questions.

It may cause a stir.

I'll do some investigating my end.

You'd better be careful.

You too.

I'd stay here 3 months!

Benoît's given us 1 week max.

We've gotta be sure in no more than a week?

Blue Moon's motto: time is money!

We'll mess it up.

Who cares? We're not paid by the hour.

See? You get it already.

Benoît started the firm: he doesn't get it!

- What do we know about their chalet? - It's by the water.

I mean the alarm system, you clown. Are there cameras?

Phone provider?

You're going too fast.

We don't know it's him.

That's why we're here.

No cameras, apparently.

- Blind spots. - Where?

Look. The car at the side.

When we get there, if we crawl to the right,

nobody'll see us.

OK, what about afterwards?

Think he wears gloves to open his car door?

Mr Beaudoin?

Hello. I'm Justine Laurier,

the daughter of the man you found in the quarry.

I'm so sorry.

I found him near the pile of rocks

on the path in the quarry.

Are there often landslides?

It was an explosion actually.

Why d'you say that?

I heard one that day. I told Gilles.

It's quite common. When folk dig wells,

they use dynamite.

- Did you tell the police? - No.

I didn't make the link.

What you say is important.

Any reason why folk would use dynamite here now?

No. Not at all.

Easy! He's looking our way.

Do the tourist bit.

Jérémie, you coming?

OK!

- Can I go too? - No.

Stay here.

Why don't I ever get those jobs?

We'll go next time.

My name's Francis, not Françoise.

Funny you say that...

but I wouldn't mind a Francis

now and again.

Stop! You're exciting me!

Beat it.

You've no idea how much I hate coming here!

It's the memories you hate.

No, I hate it all.

What I'm about to tell you, I've mulled over hundreds of times.

Martin Trépanier too.

Who is Martin Trépanier?

The Quebec Police detective who investigated Dad's death.

I don't like the sound of this.

It wasn't an accident.

There was no landslide. They blew the place up.

So, Dad was...

murdered?

I don't know, but it wasn't an accident.

If it wasn't murder, what was it?

He got ill there and then and died?

I think he was hit with a rock

and they blew up the rock face to remove traces.

That's serious!

The wife of the guy who found Dad heard an explosion.

When I showed the pathologist the photos,

he was sceptical too.

EM to OP. Everything OK?

OP to EM.

Affirmative.

Hurry up!

I'm doing my best!

OP to EM, standby.

Potential problem.

OP to EM.

All under control.

You looked after his affairs. You had no idea?

I didn't deal with anything to do with the company.

You don't hire amateurs to do that stuff.

You think there were several of them?

It's pretty obvious.

No one could make me believe the bullet that killed Louis

was a stray bullet.

You get shot at,

an employee dies...

and no police investigation?

The Director of Penal Prosecutions

will never lay charges.

And you tell me that Dad's death was a murder?

Sell the company to Benoît! Why wait?

Justine...

don't stay.

I lost Mum,

I've lost Dad...

I don't want to lose you.

Your glass.

I'm touched by what you said.

No way. Nothing affects you.

Stop saying that.

It's true. I don't get why you're interested in Dad's death.

I just want to know, even if he abandoned us.

He was running his firm.

You forgive him completely, as if he did nothing wrong.

I've stopped blaming my problems on mankind.

I don't blame mankind, I blame him.

OK. You suffered because he was away.

You didn't feel fully loved.

You blame him for Mum's death

and it's true he abandoned us when she died.

OK, so that's all true.

So what're you gonna do?

Blame him until the day you die?

That'll fix it, eh?

- Well? - What?

- His prints? - Enough for 24 hands.

Good job, buddy!

- For me? - You're hungry, eh?

- You're nice. - I know.

That's lucky: I'm hungry too.

I'll make you one too.

OK, 2 more sarnies.

You OK?

Yes.

The prints are clear.

- They'll scan easily. - Show me.

When'll we know if he's the right guy?

This afternoon.

Wanna come along?

Where?

Blue Moon...

get these scanned.

D'you have kids?

And a girlfriend?

OK, girlfriend and kids?

Do I look like a dad?

Not really, no.

My girlfriend

died.

Last year.

In a car accident.

Sorry, I...

No. It's OK. No need to say sorry.

You didn't know.

What about you?

Me, no... No boyfriend, no kids.

Want any?

Not this week.

Why didn't you...

shut your door yesterday?

If I have to explain that, then we ain't gonna get far!

- Match. - Good.

Go get him. I'll get a cell ready.

We go back.

I want your plan before you go.

- Hi. - Hi.

Didn't think I'd see you.

- Can we talk? - Yep. Come.

I've had a think.

I want to continue what you 2 built.

What do we do?

With whom and why?

That's essential when you're partners.

Why do we take on jobs that the police should be doing?

They're orders.

From the Canadian Secret Service.

From the top.

OK, now I understand.

But I warn you, Justine:

once you get involved,

there's no going back.

Your dad would say that if he was here.

Why tell me this?

Because some things we can control,

but others we can't.

2 of them in there.

1st option: he goes alone.

We stop him here. We get her after.

2nd option: they go together, we take them together.

Makes no difference to me. I'll be there anyway.

What's up?

Er... nothing.

Say it. We need to talk about it.

Later. We need to stop the car somehow.

Shoot the tyres.

"Shoot the tyres"?

It could still keep going for 4 kilometres.

We can't take the risk. Too dangerous.

Sometimes it's fun when it's dangerous.

We'll meet some people: you might as well know everything.

I just want to understand a bit better.

The job your team's on now

was ordered by the CIA.

We've found a man they were after for ages.

We're going to give him to them.

This isn't a police job, it's a Blue Moon job.

What will they do with him afterwards?

I have no idea

and I don't care!

It's not our business.

We don't control that aspect.

Sorry to butt in.

Justine, I need advice.

There's this car:

I want to blow the engine to stop it.

Problem is, the target's inside.

That's a bad idea.

Ford Taurus. The left wing has a computer.

Stick a charge in and blow it

with a remote:

would that stop it?

I have a diagram of the engine and its parts...

You wanted a job?

You've got one.

Perfect.

What's the range?

500 metres.

- OK? - Yep, fine.

Go, go, go!

- Where d'you want to sleep? - On the sofa here.

Take my room.

- No, it's OK. - Sure?

- Good night. - OK. Good night.

Tomorrow, you'll drive

to Mont-Tremblant airport.

Leave everything here.

Here: fake passports.

A plane'll be there.

You told him?

Not yet...

Does he know what they did?

I dunno, Dari... I dunno...

Thank you.

- JZ here. - The target's on his way.

Copy that.

OP to Control.

Control here.

Confirm that you're tailing the target.

Control to PV. Confirm.

Confirmed. We're tailing the target 1,000 feet up.

OP, roger.

OK, go!

It won't be long, boss.

I have visual confirmation of the target.

What's going on...

Problem, buddy?

- Need help? - No.

Sure?

Looks like engine trouble.

Yes. It'll be OK.

Did you check your coolant?

- No. - No?

You must check it, man.

Don't move!

- Hands up! - Get out of the car!

Get out!

Hands behind head.

Leave her alone!

Let her go!

Move, you fucker!

Let me go!

Stop, stop. Turn.

Sit down.

Come on.

Have a nice day.

Dari!

Another one down.

Bentayeb's computer.

- Everything go OK? - Great.

OK. Let's look at it.

Hi.

I saw the door open:

I didn't dare to come in.

You don't understand when I open my door.

You wanted to talk?

Not necessarily.

OK, I'll answer, but calm down.

It's not the police.

Why d'you say that?

Because they'd have questioned us already.

Who is it then?

Secret services.

That's good, eh?

I hope so.

If it's Blue Moon,

it's not good.

Don't ask any more questions.

No mobiles. They're paranoid.

I told you already, I don't have one on me.

Gentlemen!

Meet Justine.

- Hi. - Hi.

We already met.

Yes, I remember.

It'd be best if we saw less of each other.

Give her a chance. She's new.

The less I see you, the better. Is that clear?

Got a problem?

Only when folk interfere.

Your business is my business.

We get a lot of pressure on the street.

If our bosses spy on us, it ain't good either.

Nobody's spying on you.

Justine's here for a reason.

Who gives a fuck!

If they find out who I am,

they'll have "a reason" to kill me.

Why's everyone getting upset?

I've just inherited a company. I'm trying to understand what we do.

We sell drugs. Quite cheap too!

Get up. Get up!

Where's he going?

Where's he going?

Shut it!

- Dari? - Shut your mouth!

We'll come back for you.

Move!

Fucking move!

You go up. I'll deal with this.

Move it!

The sales, busts and distribution are all for show.

It's to finance opponents of ISIS.

The CIA came to us. We suggested a plan.

I'm the plan.

I spread my name about. I'm a supplier.

I get the stuff. I import it.

We give the proceeds to the CIA.

That's my job.

2 birds killed with 1 stone:

we finance ISIS' opponents

and destabilise the drugs and arms markets.

Wow! We do some stuff, eh!

Blue Moon does nothing.

Your 2 employees, yes.

A subtle distinction, but an important one!

And, basically, people mustn't know about it.

Mrs Atmani,

I'm Agent Alain Brosseau.

I know.

You'll come with us.

Where?

Our American pals

want to see you.

Like me, you've only just met these people?

Yes. Only difference: you can fire us,

we can't fire you.

Seriously though, I trust no one

apart from you: you arrived with me.

Can we do anything to help you?

Chloé, I'd like you to work for me personally.

Find any flaws in the IT system.

I want access to everything on my staff's computers.

That's illegal.

I've realised, at Blue Moon,

that not a lot is illegal.

I'll just have to test the security level.

Do what you have to do, OK?

Cass, I'd like you

to do some phone tapping.

Who's the paranoid one now?

If I'm wrong, fine. But if not, things'll get hot.

Not a word to anyone.

Not to Bob or Milan.

Milan's OK.

I don't trust him.

Mrs Laurier?

Charlotte Viens, the Montreal Daily.

Are you Blue Moon's new CEO?

How did you get my number?

I heard your employee, Louis Naud,

died during an anti-drugs operation last week.

Can you confirm that?

I'm busy right now. Can I ring you back?

Certainly.

438-555-0152.

- Thanks. - Thanks.

Aren't you scared at home?

- Why? - All that's going on.

She's being followed.

Francis!

Turn it on! Follow me even if I go through a light!

Someone was there to kill me.

No one in the team.

- We're all there. - Bar 1.

Subtitles: Eclair Media