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This year, the Innocence Project has decided to take on

Anderson Jean-Louis' case.

The video proves that Anderson was in Montreal-Nord at 11:06 p.m.

We can all agree that

Anderson Jean-Louis couldn't have been at Vickie's

in Saint-Michel at 11:15 p.m.!

But who says he didn't kill her

after someone else picked her up?

Let's say Anderson didn't kill Vickie Tremblay.

He did sexually exploit her and other girls.

Do you think that's a good reason for him to have been sentenced?

They say the Latinos killed your friend Greg

to stop having to deal with the Papa Ga�ons.

How did you approach Vickie Tremblay back then?

We pressured her into convincing Anderson

to work for us.

Max thought we could use her

to get closer to Anderson and his buddy X-Ray Mathieu.

I think that's why she was killed.

The next time I see you, I want the pictures.

Is that clear?

X-Ray wants me to teach you a lesson.

She's sorry, she won't do it again.

The next day, Vickie was picked up.

Let's say Vickie

became a police informant.

Could it be that a Papa Ga�on found out and killed her?

The only person he could've given that job to

was Greg or Manny.

Why are you convinced it's not them?

Greg and Manny were with me and X-Ray the night of the murder.

That's why.

Mrs. Tremblay,

can you identify the man who picked up Vickie

the evening she was killed?

Switch places.

Yeah.

We're good.

There's no plugin for a washing machine.

The laundry room is in the basement.

When did you replace

the windows last?

I'd say never.

Look, girls, this isn't the Ritz.

-We'll think about it. -Think fast.

A nice apartment like this

won't stay available for long.

-Yes. -For sure.

-Thank you. -Have a nice day.

-Bye. -OK, thanks.

Section 696.1 of the Criminal Code

provides a last resort for victims of miscarriages of justice.

In exceptional cases,

it authorizes a convict to submit a review of their case

to the Minister of Justice.

To be admissible,

a case must contain major new evidence.

In Quebec,

lawyers and their students assist prisoners

in this difficult process.

Their work isn't well-known,

but for some,

they represent a last hope for justice.

They are the Innocence Project.

INNOCENCE PROJECT

Our source also told us

that it was after she was beaten, when she got out of prison,

that the police approached her to become an informant.

That's bullshit, man!

I understand,

but that's what they used as being the motive.

Vickie would've never done that. You know why?

Her mom died of an overdose

in a back alley because of cops.

So don't try this shit with me.

Yet they also said that it's after Vickie asked you

to become an informant that you killed her.

OK, this is crazy.

He's tough, huh?

It stirs up a lot of things.

Does Stella Launiere go to the prison often?

I had special authorization for her.

Let's say she didn't tell you,

but Vickie became an informant for the police...

Please send them to me.

Yes.

Can you see anything?

No. Look.

Bro, you can't even tell which one's you or me.

You're good, Smurfette.

I imagine you guys weren't knitting that night?

Fuck no!

What did you do?

I can't tell you that...

not to you or anyone else.

Do you understand that it'd really help us

if we knew where you really were the night of the murder?

You didn't understand a word I just said.

Anderson, it was 14 years ago.

Don't you think these people...

Hey! Oh, wake up!

You'd be in danger if you knew.

I may look like an idiot

who's fucked up in the head,

but I'm trying to protect you.

I don't want anything bad to happen to you.

That's really sweet, but I'm not afraid of much.

You're cute.

You don't know shit about gangs.

Is that so?

I know that the Papa Ga�ons

haven't done much since Greg Marcellus was killed.

Thought so.

OK...

I no longer want Stella Launiere

to go see Anderson Jean-Louis by herself.

-What's the problem? -Seriously?

Armand... "It's to protect you", "Smurfette",

"You're cute." Don't you see what he's doing?

You worked on criminal cases with me

before coming here, Gabrielle.

It hasn't changed. These guys

are still the same.

It's not him I'm worried about, it's her!

Do you know why girls are attracted to bad boys?

Ma'am, speak for your generation.

Girls aren't attracted to bad boys anymore.

Come on!

It's the damn cowards who never contradict them

and swallow their masculinity,

if they have the misfortune to have one,

because apparently, it's become toxic to have a cock between your legs.

Don't start.

You know, for girls, the challenge, the forbidden... Huh?

Feeling unique, thinking we can

save the guy.

It's pretty timeless, I guarantee it.

I no longer want

Stella Launiere to go to Valcourt alone.

OK, I'll try to get authorization

for another student, but I can't guarantee anything.

Thank you, I appreciate it.

Five to seven on Thursday, don't forget.

Your assistant sent me 43 emails about it.

Tell her I'm going to block her.

Armand, it's the annual fundraiser

for the Innocence Project. I'm counting on you.

All the donors will be there.

Yes, the bad breath festival

with appetizers and lukewarm wine, no thanks.

This isn't an invitation, it's an obligation!

Coffee, coffee, coffee! You're going to need it.

What's going on?

It's Anderson Jean-Louis.

What about him?

-His mother... -What?

Do you know who her lover was a few years ago?

No, that's not

what him and I talk about.

Bernard Brown. The head of the SPM.

I know who Bernard Brown is.

Is that why his wife wanted to see you?

Yeah.

Bernard Brown slept with Anderson's mother?

Yes. The mother of a pimp, gang member...

A murderer?

We think he's innocent.

Exactly.

The timing is perfect for Brown to become your ally.

What is it?

His wife wants to drag him through the mud for revenge?

So far, she says no, but...

she was very upset

when she walked into my office.

It looks like they've been talking since,

and he calmed her down.

But you can never foresee what a betrayed woman is capable of.

If you'd read the Greek classics, you'd know that.

So you think my culture is limited to Harry Potter, huh?

At any rate, it's his wife who told me.

But you didn't hear it from me.

If you can use it at school, do so,

-but be discreet about it. -Oh, sure...

You don't want to get a professional reprimand

for breaching your duty of confidentiality.

99% of the Bar's top brass start talking

after a glass of wine.

At least I do it out of maternal love.

But if Brown wants to become our ally...

does that mean he'll come to our fundraiser?

Anderson says that the night Vickie died,

he was with X-Ray Mathieu, the former head of the Ga�ons,

and someone named Manny.

Greg Marcellus was there too,

the one who was killed recently.

-Nice group of guys. -Yeah.

These college kids seem very motivated.

-Their teacher, too. -You went to see them?

I did.

Why did you do that?

They invited me.

I want you to get out of there, and they'll help you.

The more I collaborate with them, the better your chances.

These people are civil servants.

Hey, why are you getting so discouraged?

Because I'm just a case to them.

Well, an interesting case.

I gave them the video of the store,

answered their questions.

-What questions? -Well,

why your mom never believed in your innocence, for example.

My mother... As if I still had one.

Anderson, she hadn't been

your family for a long time.

Your family was the Papa Ga�ons.

So that must've hurt her.

I don't care. You think it didn't hurt me

for her to act as if... she'd never had a son?

Look, your mother's one thing,

but if you want to get out of jail,

the Innocence Project is your last chance.

I'd like to know where the other two are,

X-Ray and Manny.

I'd heard that X-Ray had rebuilt his life.

The other one, Manny, I don't know who he is.

Why?

Only they could confirm Anderson's alibi.

They never wanted to do it before.

Why would they do it now?

People change sometimes.

Well, look at me!

I'm now giving a seminar at the university to...

to prove to myself that I'm still worth something.

You think we're still worth something?

Although...

maybe I'm trying to do the same

by helping you get out of jail a guy

that my guys put inside.

Maybe...

They asked me about your alibi, too.

I understand you never wanted to tell me

where you were on the night of the murder,

but to them...

Forget it, I can't.

So...

was Stella Launiere there?

Yeah.

Don't you think she looks a little like Vickie?

No, not at all.

Hi.

-Did you see this? -What?

A new scholarship offered by the Faculty of Law,

reserved exclusively for women.

Good thing I have a vagina.

-Thanks for the details. -Nice.

-Appreciate it. -What does it say?

"With the aim of promoting the presence

"and advancement of women in the legal profession,

"the scholarship will reward a student

"who stands out for her ambition, leadership and perseverance.

"The committee will pay particular attention

"to the candidates' academic records

"but also to their involvement in the community."

Blah, blah, blah.

$20,000!

Yes, but you can forget it.

You may have the right sex, all your little crises

with Coupal because of the Anderson case...

Your stories on Insta...

Your attitude like...

"I know better".

Your complaints to the dean.

It's a committee of professors.

You have no chance.

Yo. Come on!

There are brochures everywhere!

My conclusion is that it's impossible that the grandmother

was able to state beyond any doubt that it was Anderson

who picked up Vickie that evening.

Look, the guys stood at every possible angle.

I see.

I can't even tell who's who.

It's nice to see you forgetting your prejudices

and getting on board, Miss Lebon.

Good job.

About my role as student supervisor,

I'd like to clear up a few things...

Later, in my office.

Did you see the pictures?

I took them.

Hello, gentlemen.

Inmate Arsenault, in the visitors' room.

A little bird at 2:00 a.m. in the courtyard tonight.

-We need to deal with him. -OK.

OK, gang!

Today, we're going to start working

on the proof of identification.

The famous eyewitnesses.

You saw it for yourself last night

with the pictures you took.

It's impossible that Huguette Tremblay could've seen

that it was really Anderson

who came to pick up Vickie on the night of the tragedy.

Wait.

"In 70% of cases

"of judicial errors

"recognized following DNA evidence..."

70%.

"...it was the proof of visual identification

"that was at the center of the defendant's conviction."

There are two reasons

why we must always question

the reliability of proof of identification.

Who wants to answer that? OK.

For example, elderly people like Huguette Tremblay

may have failing eyesight.

That means that wasn't the right answer.

-Is that so? -No, Miss Launiere.

Don't smile, OK?

Would you stoop so low

as to perhaps offer us an answer, please?

It's our memory that's unreliable.

Even the Supreme Court recognizes it.

It even suggests that jurors be warned

on the fact that the existing link

between the confidence level of a witness

"as well as the accuracy of their testimony" is very tenuous.

The Queen vs. Hibbert, 2002.

Bingo.

When tragedy invites itself into our lives,

we're powerless.

We want to do something so badly

that sometimes, it distorts our memories.

General rule, our memory isn't very reliable.

Do you remember when you got lost

at the mall when you were five?

-Me? -Yeah.

It's a long story, but I know your mother.

-She told me. -My mother?

Yes, yes. A security guard had found you.

You were in tears by a fountain.

Don't you remember?

I... I'm not sure.

But does it ring a bell?

Well... hold on...

Was it at the Carrefour Laval?

I'll stop there.

35% of people who have never been lost

in a shopping mall when they were young

can still be convinced of the contrary

if we suggest, in the right way,

that it did happen.

It's a statistic from a study

that was revolutionary at the time. It was called

the "Lost in the Mall" experiment.

Yes.

I don't know your mother.

Hermano.

The little bird laid an egg.

The store will drop it off, man.

Thanks, man.

Did you win the jackpot

that you're smiling so big, Strike?

Come on, Guard.

You know we don't play with money here.

It's not allowed. Right?

Right.

The second reason why proof of identification

can lead to miscarriages of justice

is that... a witness account,

even if it has little objective value,

can nevertheless have a huge emotional impact on a jury.

What do you mean?

What don't you understand? Huh?

Even if the proof isn't very solid,

a lawyer can stage it to impress the jury.

Take the Anderson trial, for example.

The prosecutor, Mrs. Lebouf,

put the victim's grandmother on the stand.

An old lady.

She has trouble standing on her own two feet.

By the time she gets to the witness stand,

the jury will already be in love with her, and then...

as Mrs. Lebouf will argue,

the jury learns that Huguette Tremblay

is a woman from the east side of town.

Very brave but without a penny to her name.

Widowed with a husband who died

from asbestosis at age 40.

Forced to raise her granddaughter alone

because the mother died of an overdose.

Huguette had all kinds of problems with Vickie,

but she loved her anyway, with all her might.

Until one day, when she had

to identify her body at the morgue.

All this before asking her...

Mrs. Tremblay,

can you identify

the man who picked up Vickie

the night she was killed?

He did.

Anderson Jean-Louis.

He took my little Vickie from me.

In itself, this identification has no value as proof.

It was no great feat to point to Anderson.

She already knew him.

And even if she'd never seen him before,

he wasn't hard to find.

Let's just say he stood out from the crowd,

sitting alone in the dock.

It proves absolutely nothing!

But... it was a damn good performance.

On cross-examination,

the defense must attack this testimony

in any way it can,

but its hands are tied.

Because you can't get the audience on your side

by attacking Grandma, huh?

Samir, I need you. Take these two boxes.

B�n�, I need you.

A lot has happened since then.

Nobody's hands are tied behind their backs anymore.

Destroy the proof of identification

any way you can.

OK? You got off to a good start with yesterday's expedition.

That was very good.

But there are other witnesses

who identified Anderson Jean-Louis.

Dig into it. And don't forget...

it'll be long, boring,

but you're going to have fun. All right?

Have fun, my friends!

-Miss Lebon, I'll see you later. -Yes.

X-Ray Mathieu.

He cleaned up his act.

He took over a hot sauce business from one of his uncles.

I thought he worked in construction.

Maybe for a bit,

but not anymore.

The sauces are good, too. They sell them at my grocery store.

Really? I'll give them a try.

The Hot Papas.

His business is doing well, so he's keeping quiet.

What about Manny?

I'd have to ask around.

Are you in a hurry?

Let's just say it's eagerly awaited.

-OK. -Thank you, Sylvie.

Bye.

So... aside from the grandmother,

the downstairs neighbor also said

she saw Anderson picking up Vickie.

Chanel Leblanc.

I'm going to call my child Gucci.

-Prada! -Givenchy!

Old Navy! I know, it doesn't work,

but it rhymes. We also have Marjorie Dutil's deposition.

She's a night nurse

who came home around 6 a.m.

and identified a man like Anderson

throwing the murder weapon into a trash can.

Ah, the trash can. Guys, this is super important,

because the murder weapon was found in this trash can.

Check it out.

In a little alley here, right next to Anderson's.

I read something in a file earlier about this.

I got it! Mrs. Dutil is Black.

-And? -Well...

That means she's not racist.

Exactly! We can cross that one off.

No, it doesn't mean a thing.

I know anti-Semitic Jews.

-How many? -How many what?

How many anti-Semitic Jews do you know?

-Well... -Just give me a number.

I don't know, probably more than you.

You know Orthodox Latinos.

Anyway, apart from that, a little earlier that night,

Didier Brunet was there.

He was walking near the vacant lot

and claims to have seen a car

that looked exactly like Anderson's.

Yes, I have it right here.

"A white sedan

"with a red front door on the passenger side."

Look, I know our brains

can play tricks on us,

but you can't make up a detail like that.

You're right.

So Didier Brunet said that very car

left the area

where Vickie's body was found.

He identified the driver of the car as...

Anderson Jean-Louis.

I need to go see Coupal. Ciao.

I think we've awakened a monster.

You bet!

What are you talking about?

What's that?

Shit...

I owe you an apology

for my rather combative attitude.

I know I can be intense sometimes.

You have to be a fighter to be a good lawyer.

Don't apologize for that.

I didn't like the fact

that you appointed me student supervisor

just because I'm Black...

and because it gives the project a good image.

You know, in politics, when Obama...

Ah, please, don't start with Obama,

post-racism, all that...

Not that I need to go into that again,

-but I'd just like us to... -I know,

Anderson wouldn't have been your first choice, I got that.

Yes, but now I'm ready to work

and do whatever it takes to prove that he's innocent.

If he is, of course.

I'm surprised to hear that.

But... I'm glad to hear it.

Thanks.

Anything else?

I signed up for your seminar

to learn how a good defense works,

so I can learn how to beat them later.

An internship at the DPCP in two years.

After that, becoming a Crown prosecutor.

That's my career plan.

I see.

That's industrial espionage.

I thought there was...

I'd like to start afresh.

And, above all, to not be penalized

when I submit my application

for the new faculty scholarship.

OK... I understand.

But you know, I'm just a guest teacher here.

I'm not involved with the faculty and their bullshit.

If you want to seduce someone,

go after the dean.

I really wasn't trying to seduce you, OK?

Oh, come on...

No, no, we've never done this before.

Invite members of the police force to our events?

It'd be seen as a snub.

Well, it depends.

Is there something

I should know, Miss Launiere?

Yes, but I can't tell you.

That's very helpful.

You just have to trust me.

Thursday night, at the fundraiser,

invite the head of the SPM, Bernard Brown.

And make sure he knows we're working

on Anderson Jean-Louis' case.

-Then we'll see. -He'll never come.

It goes against his job.

The Innocence Project's primary goal

is to reveal judicial errors.

And to do that, we're always questioning

police work.

I know, but I'm telling you, it's worth a try.

And for some time now, the police have been saying

that they want to work with the community.

So taking part in an event like this

can only be good for their image.

Send a message of collaboration and openness.

I don't like shady plans,

Miss Launiere,

even less so when I don't know why.

Have a good night.

Have a good night.

Fr�d�ric Huart to Room 4.

Fr�d�ric Huart to Room 4.

Dad.

Dad, what are you looking for? I'll help you.

I'm looking for my socks with lightning bolts.

OK, look. Look, look. They're right there.

Good morning.

-Hi. -Did you sleep here?

Yes. I thought he was a bit agitated yesterday,

I didn't want to leave him alone.

You have a good daughter, Mr. Launiere.

Yes. Hey, Stella.

At what time is the sentencing

on the Price trial?

Dad, there's... there's no Price trial today.

You know, the...

the case you told me about last night.

Anderson.

Yes. You remember that?

-Yes. -Weren't you sleeping?

He's innocent, Stella.

Why do you say that?

Innocent.

Dad?

Chanel Leblanc?

-Yes. Are you B�n�dicte? -Yes.

I'll send invitations to whoever you ask, but...

why would the head of the SPM come to our fundraiser?

Apparently, the context is right.

With all due respect, isn't it a little... crazy?

Not just a little, Delphine, but...

You're right. Forget it.

I had a moment of madness.

Even today, 14 years later, I'm sure it's him.

Anderson Jean-Louis

picked up Vickie that night.

If she wasn't dead,

Huguette would tell you the same thing. We didn't make it up.

-Nobody thinks that. -OK.

What do you want to know, then?

Tell me what you remember.

I think about it almost every day.

I was coming back from the pharmacy.

My baby was with my mother, and I heard a car.

I turned around, afraid it was my ex.

Il avait plus le droit de s'approcher de chez nous.

And I saw Anderson

picking up Vickie.

It was nothing out of the ordinary.

I thought: "Poor Huguette",

because... she didn't really like

Vickie hanging out with this guy.

But it wasn't uncommon

for him to pick her up that late

to spend the night with her.

Why didn't she like Anderson?

Because, if you've done your research...

I think it's obvious.

Because he was a member of the Papa Ga�ons?

Because he was a pimp. He abused Vickie.

Anyway, poor Vickie.

She didn't deserve that. She was so nice.

Check this out.

-Yes. -It brings out your eyes.

It's nice, huh?

Yeah, it really is.

She'd invited me to her place the day before

and did my eyebrows for free.

It was to practice for her class because...

she'd started a beautician's course.

I want to pay you.

No, no. Give me a light and we'll call it even.

All right.

Fine by me.

Thanks.

Your makeup's nice, but...

who did that to you?

Was it Anderson?

It was no one. Drop it, OK?

Your cigarette stinks.

They're from Europe.

That's the last time I ever spoke to her.

She smoked her cigarette, I smoke mine, then...

48 hours later, she was dead.

Thanks, but no.

I'm not going into protective custody or isolation.

-Andy, come on. -Are you fucking deaf?

There was a drone in the south courtyard yesterday.

We don't know what was in it.

The search turned up nothing.

Well, if they haven't found anything,

maybe it's because there was nothing.

And even if there was, why should I be targeted?

With what's going on, we have good reason

to think that your safety is at risk.

The safety and prevention guys agree on that.

The last drone we intercepted

had a gun in it.

OK, look... I'm not going anywhere.

Neither into isolation nor into protection.

That's it.

There's nothing else we can do for you, my man.

Mrs. Leblanc, if I show you this picture...

That's in front of my old building.

Can you tell me if either of them were that man

or... that man?

-May I? -Yes.

Ah, yes...

I couldn't tell you because...

the City had the streetlights changed just...

just before I moved out.

They changed the streetlights?

Well, the lightbulbs in them.

They used to be much more powerful before.

People complained

because they kept them awake...

So I mean...

I can't tell, but in 2010,

you could count the ants on the sidewalk.

You're just trying to prove

I didn't get a good look at Anderson

when he picked up Vickie that night, but you know what?

I really did.

So there's nothing,

nothing at all,

that would lead you to believe that Anderson is innocent?

No!

Chanel, I know

you don't want to talk about it again

and that it took all your courage

to meet with me today.

I'm sure you loved Vickie.

Her entourage of pimps, gangs and profiteers

disgusts me, too.

But we're doing it for Vickie.

Because we have reason to believe that Anderson is innocent.

And if so, whoever hurt Vickie

is still out there.

Right, "him".

-Or her. -Excuse me?

There's something I haven't said before.

-Hello again. -I forgot my book.

Your father's former partner

came by this morning after you left.

-Robert Turgeon? -Yeah.

-Is he still here? -No, he left.

-Half an hour ago. -OK.

They stayed in the living room the whole time.

-Your father didn't recognize him. -Yeah, I bet.

-Have a nice day. -Bye.

Can I help you?

Old fart.

Well, Dad.

I think we found your sock thief.

Lauzon. It was Lauzon.

I just caught the sock thief

in my father's room red-handed.

-You did? -Yeah.

Arms full of socks.

-It's that guy, Mr. Lauzon. -Who?

In the blue robe.

That's Mr. Lortie. Quite the rascal.

His name isn't Lauzon?

No. Roger Lortie.

There's no Mr. Lauzon here.

I'll let my colleague know.

We'll keep a closer eye on him.

-OK. -Mr. Lortie.

Thanks.

Patrice!

Lise told me you'd found a shiv

behind the 104 panel.

Yes, I'm going to put it away.

I was going to get some gloves from the infirmary.

I can do it.

Damn it, M�lanie.

Do you think I'm stupid?

You're going to go give it to him.

He's in danger and doesn't want to do anything!

Fuck...

You want to lose your job?

You're already really obvious

when you're alone in a room with him.

He's a good guy.

Even his new lawyers say he's innocent.

Please, he'll only use it if he needs to.

Stop. Stop right now.

Wake up.

You've been here for a year.

He was transferred here nine years ago.

Do you want the names of all the guards he's banged?

Flavie, Violaine, Rachel...

OK, shut up!

What do you mean, they've lost track of him?

Nobody knows where he is.

He must've changed his name. That's what my source told me.

So Greg is dead,

Manny has disappeared

and X-Ray is selling hot sauce.

Yes. But it's good, I hear.

Really good, and hot.

All right.

Hello. How are you?

So?

So?

Has anyone taken the initiative

to contact the three surviving eyewitnesses?

I got Chanel Leblanc.

I'm preparing my report,

and I'll send it to the server.

Can't wait to see it. What about you two?

I'm waiting for the night nurse to return.

She saw Anderson throw the murder weapon into a trash can.

How long are you going to wait?

Patience isn't always a quality in our profession.

I made a couple of phone calls

to the guy who said he saw Anderson

leaving the area in his car.

-Guys, I can help you... -No, no.

You're going to see Anderson at the penitentiary.

-OK. Why? -Why?

Yeah, why?

I'd like you to ask him

where his old buddy Manny is.

And Miss B�n� will go with you.

I don't need any help.

The dean prefers it that way.

And it's going to be very good for Miss Lebon

to have a closer look at the object of her scorn.

Section 20-50.

Anderson.

You have a visitor.

OK...

That's good.

I didn't know you liked gadgets.

It works very well.

Hello, Anderson.

-Hi. How are you? -Good.

This is B�n�dicte Lebon.

She interns with me at the Innocence Project.

Whattup, sis?

Hello, Mr. Jean-Louis.

I'm not just an intern,

I'm also the student project supervisor.

But I supervise her.

OK...

OK, we don't have much time today.

We have to go back to school for an event.

Do you mind if I...

OK.

Mr. Coupal would like to know what happened to your friend Manny,

who was with you, Greg and X-Ray the night Vickie was murdered.

You're wasting your time. He'll never confirm my alibi.

I heard that Shanda was your official girlfriend

when Vickie died

and that she threatened Vickie a few days before her death.

What a coincidence.

Shanda discovered

that you were seeing Vickie.

I don't know what you're talking about.

OK. Getting back to Manny...

He works in X-Ray's company. His name is Manny...

Manny Tucker.

Anderson? Are you OK?

I'm fine, everything's chill.

OK, so Manny Tucker, right?

That's right.

Why didn't you tell me before?

It'll be in my report that everyone

will be able to read on the server.

Chanel Leblanc never told anyone.

Why? Who is she protecting?

No one but her. Shanda is the sister of X-Ray,

the former boss of the Papa Ga�ons.

Chanel was afraid for her safety if she told the police.

Still, you don't do that.

Coupal needs to know

if Anderson's ex is another possible suspect!

Yes, but I won't

tell Coupal first. I'll tell the dean first.

Why?

Because not everyone

was born with a silver spoon in their mouth.

Daughter of a judge and a lawyer.

And?

My parents

never earned six figures

combined.

So I need the faculty scholarship. OK?

Are you aware that it's not just the two of us

competing for this scholarship?

All the girls in our department are!

-Make an effort. OK? -OK. Yes.

-Gougere with salmon mousse. -Oh, great.

I may not be good company, but I can be polite.

Gabrielle!

Johanne! Come here.

Thanks for coming!

You know me, I'm loyal to my causes.

Your famous Mr. Coupal!

Armand, this is Johanne de S�gur.

-Yes, like the countess. -Nice to meet you, Countess.

Did you know that Johanne is our biggest donor?

She's the reason the Innocence Project was born.

You're exaggerating. I just have a lot of free time.

My heart's in the right place, of course, but...

I also have a very, very rich husband.

-How is Laurent, by the way? -Great!

Come on.

So we found the other two witnesses?

Yes. They're coming to see us.

How did it go with Anderson?

A fine show between the narcissist and the megalomaniac.

Don't go anymore if you don't like it.

Well, I didn't ask to go.

-Is that Bernard Brown? -Oh, yes.

-What's he doing here? -He shouldn't be here.

He's covering his ass.

You knew he was coming, didn't you?

Mr. Brown.

-Gabrielle Girard. -Hello.

It's an honor to have you with us.

And a step in the right direction, if I do say so myself.

I couldn't agree more.

Thank you, that's kind of you.

Bernard!

-Excuse me. -Yes, of course.

What are you doing here?

I didn't dare write to him personally,

but I'm glad I did.

You were right, Stella. Good job.

I was also doing a good job

when I went to see Anderson alone at the penitentiary.

I don't need a chaperone.

That's not up to you.

-Hello, Mr. Godin. -Hi.

Anderson?

Anderson!

Code blue in Cell 3.

NEED HELP?

HELP CENTER FOR VICTIMS OF CRIMINAL ACTS

Have you heard from Anderson?

-Do we know how he's doing? -No.

I don't know anything more than what they say in the article.

-I have news. -About?

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