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This is Marlene. She's going to sell the house.

You said you did this job in 2010.

Do you remember when exactly?

In the fall.

Is this from the summer of 2010?

The waitress came to my house.

I'm going into politics.

I'll continue to support the Innocence Project.

Without your help,

we couldn't have taken Anderson's case on.

Bernard Brown was sleeping with Anderson's mother.

You've been saying he's guilty for years.

You heard your son come home

the night Vickie was murdered, but you didn't tell anyone.

I said Gillis was telling the truth,

that Anderson had bragged about killing the girl.

To get a deal from the Crown?

I had to try.

About the second DNA sample, we have a name.

These guys are fucking crazy.

Whatever he told you, it was to manipulate you.

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

I think Mathieu Lauzon might be dangerous.

FOR SALE

My God!

Sorry.

I'm...

Camille Strel, a family friend.

Marlene Vecchio, real estate agent.

Yes, I saw the sign.

We need to tidy up.

-I have a visit in 15 minutes. -You need to cancel it.

It's a couple who've come all the way from Toronto just for it.

Where's the vacuum cleaner?

Even if they came from China

or Nicaragua, we're not leaving.

Stella, she just wants to do her job.

-No. -Your mother--

I don't care.

Very well.

Have a nice day.

Section 696.1 of the Criminal Code

provides a last resort for victims of miscarriages of justice.

To be admissible, a case must contain

major new evidence.

Everything OK?

In Quebec, criminal lawyers and law students

help prisoners through this difficult process.

Have a nice day.

Their work isn't well-known, but for some,

it represents a last hope for justice.

They are the Innocence Project.

INNOCENCE PROJECT

I told you to keep an eye on the house!

Why weren't you here when he showed up?

You said she wouldn't be home until the evening.

I was at the station to get the list of Tulpar owners,

just like you asked.

And why didn't you answer

your damn phone?

I hope she saw a doctor?

It's just a sprained ankle.

Stop fighting or I'll throw you out.

I know how. I did it to the real estate agent.

True, I saw it.

-Is that the envelope? -Yes.

Half of it. He left with the other half.

Who was the guy who attacked me?

Strel wouldn't tell me.

The file said Mathieu Lauzon.

It's him. He's a Hells Angels.

He saw your father when he was a lawyer.

We don't know why.

He gave your father that envelope.

How long have you known about this?

And you didn't tell me?

Doris didn't want me to tell you.

Doris? My father's former assistant?

She told me she didn't know who it was.

I don't want to rush you,

but we need to be at the university in 30 minutes.

Look at her. She's not going anywhere.

Hello?

That's why you didn't call the police,

because

Bernard Brown, the chief of police, is in this picture.

That, and...

What do I say?

That I pretend to be a bodyguard

against a biker?

Nice way to get me in trouble.

Is Brown involved in something fishy

if he's in this picture?

Is he compromised?

That's what doesn't make any sense.

There must be an explanation.

Brown is as clean as the Pope.

A pope who cheats on his wife.

-What? -What?

Nothing. Forget it.

No.

What do you know that you're not telling us?

With Nadine, Anderson's mother.

That's nonsense.

Brown's wife went to see my mother

to handle their divorce.

My mother is a family lawyer.

-Brown is getting a divorce? -No.

They made up.

How long have you known about this?

A while, but it's confidential.

Without my mother, I wouldn't have known.

Damn it!

-People live in sin. -Yes, OK, but...

Cheating on your wife doesn't mean

you don't play by the rules at work.

We could ask Nadine

if Bernard ever talked to her about anything.

-Pillow talk? -Yes.

-Are you sure? -She's on our side.

Yes, but...

Her son's friends are in the other picture.

That's true. It could be connected.

I'll get it.

No.

Stay there.

Yes?

I'm sorry.

I should've told you about Lauzon.

-All this could've been avoided. -That's all right.

There's no point in having regrets.

You did ask Strel to keep an eye on me.

Here, answer it.

No, it's my mother. She gets on my nerves.

She'll tell you.

You must've been scared yesterday.

I didn't even have time. It happened so quickly.

I came as fast as I could. Are you OK?

I brought the ice you asked for.

Camille Strel.

B�n�dicte, Camille Strel, my assistant in the police force.

B�n�dicte Lebon.

Hold on.

What happened?

INCOMING CALL GABRIELLE

Hello?

Did you get my message?

No, don't come, Gabrielle.

What happened?

Coupal wants to wait for the boys.

Is that why the cop is here?

Come in.

Did they approach you, too?

Who?

-Who approached you? -Never mind.

No one, forget about it.

I went shopping for the next eight years.

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

Why is there a cop here?

Coupal just introduced us.

He's a good friend of his. He's helping us.

She always has the inside scoop.

Whatever.

What's all this?

B�n� said Coupal wanted us

to spend all day here since you got hurt.

I had everything at home to make couscous,

and my couscous maker!

You're going to make couscous?

-Here? -Yes.

We could've ordered pizza.

What a killjoy!

Whatever.

Couscous is comforting.

My mother always makes it when I feel down.

-Your mom still cooks for you? -Yes.

You still live at your parents'?

No.

How old are you that your mom still cooks for you?

You've never met a Moroccan mother.

Harissa! This is serious business.

That's from my father's side, he's Tunisian.

You have a nice place.

-Lots of character. -Thank you.

-Were you born here? -Yes.

That's precious. A family home

is full of love and memories.

What?

-It's not ketchup. -Nope.

OK, playtime's over.

Move it.

-Yeah. -Right.

No.

Who approached you?

B�n�, come on!

-Manny. -Manny?

-Manny Tucker, the Papa Ga�on... -Yes.

-...who beat Vickie in 2010. -Yes.

OK. What did he say?

I think X-Ray is behind it.

Does Coupal know?

Does Coupal know what?

That Samir is going to make a delicious couscous.

All right, girls. Come on.

Anderson's case file

was sent to the GRCC last night.

I called a friend

at the Ministry of Justice.

He's in Montreal. We're going to go eat together.

I'll try to pressure him a little.

We're not going to twiddle our thumbs while we wait for their reply.

What do you have to keep us going?

The former manager of Christmas Wholesale

is supposed to call us back.

We contacted her days ago, but she only replied last night.

Why do you want to talk to her?

We wanted to ask her

if she had seen a white car

with a red door near her workplace.

It doesn't go unnoticed.

There was a flyer from her store

in the car Mondello--

I'm sick of that car

with its damn red door!

It's going nowhere. You...

Stella and I are going to...

No, give her your list.

-Yes. -What list?

This is the list of 358 owners

of a Rossilini Tulpar SUV registered in Quebec in 2010.

A contact gave it to me.

It's the sugar daddy's car?

That's right.

And that's why, Mr. Coupal,

I wasn't here when Lauzon arrived yesterday.

OK, what do I do with this?

Google their names

and look for old pervs?

Prejudice!

Come.

I need to go.

Later. Do you have your cell?

-Yes, why? -Good.

I'm going to send you

a permanent location request.

We'll feel much safer this way

because Uncle Strel

isn't going to camp out in your living room all the time.

-OK? -OK.

I'll know where you are, and you me.

-Perfect. -All right.

Try digging up some dirt on Brown.

Yes, but I told you,

I doubt I'll find anything.

Camille Strel, Gabrielle Girard.

My contact in the police.

-My dean at the university. -Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you. -Bye.

Bye.

I told you,

we don't know if it's connected to the Innocence Project.

Don't say you're stopping it because it's too dangerous.

Armand, shut up.

Are you still sleeping with your waitress?

-What? -The waitress

from the fundraising caterer that you brought back home.

Her name's Lucie.

Yes, why?

I need to talk to you. It's urgent.

Something's off about the car story.

Two people...

Hello.

-Hello. -Hello.

Can I? Just a second.

It won't take long.

Genetic genealogy to solve crimes,

do you know how it works?

When random people

send saliva samples

to private companies

to find out whether they have Viking or Louis XIV blood?

Yes, it can be used to cross-reference families,

or at least their last names.

Exactly.

Last night, Jonathan came to see me.

The second DNA sample

they found on Vickie's body

didn't match any profile

in the National DNA Data Bank.

You told me that.

I know but wait.

What Jonathan never told me

is that he also asked another of his contacts

to run the DNA profile

through private companies,

like Our Ancestors. And the result...

Brace yourself.

What did he find out?

The last name linked to the DNA profile is...

de S�gur.

-As in... -As in Johanne de S�gur,

the Innocence Project donor.

She couldn't have...

Of course not,

she took her husband's name.

-Her husband is the sugar daddy? -One chance in three.

In Montreal, in 2010,

three men bore the de S�gur name:

Laurent de S�gur and his two brothers.

Where does your Lucie work nowadays?

-What does it have to do with it? -Armand, please.

What did Manny say to you when he approached you?

He told me Anderson was guilty,

that he killed Vickie,

that the Papa Ga�ons have always known

and that's why they didn't testify.

I'm so stupid!

-I'm so stupid! -Stop it.

I met with Mrs. Lebouf the day before.

She kept saying

the Innocence Project was way off.

But Manny really made me doubt and...

And?

I went back to see him afterward.

When she left this morning, she told me she had

an event downtown, in a penthouse.

That's it.

The de S�gurs live in a big penthouse downtown.

Johanne is hosting a cocktail party tonight

in anticipation of her getting into politics.

She's going into politics?

No matter.

Her caterer dropped her, so she used ours,

the one we used at the fundraiser.

We need Lucie

to bring us a glass

from which Laurent de S�gur drank.

A glass?

A glass, a cup,

a fork,

something he put in his mouth

so we can compare

with the DNA sample we have to confirm that it's his.

Armand, don't give me that.

-You can do it. -I'll handle it.

Not a word to our little friends.

No, don't worry. But I need

to talk to you about Nadine and Bernard Brown.

When I saw St�phanie,

she opened my eyes.

That's when I realized I'd been manipulated.

These guys are crazy.

-You're moving in with me. -Right.

I'd feel safe in a house

where bikers break in.

It's either that, or I tell Coupal.

I'm not saying anything because he'll have to tell the dean.

It'd be like her to cancel the seminar for our safety.

I don't know what she's doing here.

She sticks her nose in everything.

OK.

I'll move in with you.

Don't act like you want to be my bestie

just because I'm in trouble, OK?

I've always liked you. You're the one who hates me.

How is it going?

I ran 25 names.

Real estate agents

and medical specialists like big cars.

They could all be Vickie's sugar daddy.

If you buy your car for $100,000, you have enough to pay the girl

who's going to climb inside and give you a blowjob.

Yuck, but good point.

I really lacked judgment, Stella.

I was convinced we were wrong to defend Anderson.

There's a lot of information I haven't told you.

What haven't you told us?

I can't tell you why,

but I need you to bring it to me.

That,

or anything that came into contact with his mouth,

his saliva.

When I told you you could ask me anything,

I wasn't expecting this kind of order.

Look,

I know it's weird,

but it's important to me, OK?

-OK. -Thank you.

-I'll try. -All right.

Bye.

-There's something new. -Yes.

St�phanie, a friend of Vickie's,

sent us this picture.

Are we sure

that it dates back to the summer of 2010?

Yes.

St�phanie confirmed that it was on her birthday.

Look at their clothes.

OK,

so it's not Anderson.

Someone else had their car door

painted red by Mondello

in early November of 2010.

This is big.

-Exactly. -But can we

send it as an attachment to the GRCC,

even though they already received our file?

No, it's too late,

but I'll mention it to them.

Anything else?

Philippe Demers said he was playing basketball

with Anderson and a certain Fabien Gr�goire.

Anderson wasn't in a laundry room

to make a confession to Gillis.

We're waiting for Fabien Gr�goire's call

to confirm it.

You told us he'd disappeared.

Yes, I...

We've tracked him down, and we're waiting for his call.

Something else we could've sent to the GRCC.

We'll have to do without.

How did you guys fare

with the Christmas store manager?

We...

Excuse me.

It's Nadine. I asked her to come.

Nice flowers!

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

You're expecting around 30 guests,

-right? -Yes.

If everyone comes.

Will your family be there too?

I guess, since we're in your house.

My only family is my husband.

He's in Paris,

but he should be back just in time.

-Do you have children? -Two boys.

They're grown now.

Of course, I've dealt with Bernard Brown before.

When he was commander of the district post,

through my work, we communicated often.

When he was appointed director of the SPM, that stopped.

Mrs. Antonin, no one wants to rush you here.

We asked you here because we thought you might be able to help us

understand why Brown

is in a picture

which seems to be important enough

for a biker to have asked a lawyer to keep it

for years.

Especially since the picture was kept with another

on which your son's friends can be seen.

We're confused.

We're wondering if it's connected to Anderson

and the Innocence Project's efforts to prove that he's innocent.

Mrs. Antonin, no one is judging you.

We know you know Bernard Brown.

I...

It's been over between us for at least four years.

I don't know

if he's been involved in any shady business.

He never told me.

I know the role

he played in my son's conviction.

When I told you what happened that night,

I didn't tell you that the police

had told me that my testimony would be demolished in court,

that I wasn't supposed to say anything.

He's the policeman who told me that.

What testimony?

Nadine heard Anderson come home

at 2 a.m. the night of the murder.

Vickie was killed between 3 and 4 a.m.

Why did Brown say that?

-Yes, why? -I had...

I had taken drugs,

a small dose of sleeping pills before going to bed.

He told me I'd have no credibility.

Did Mr. Tardif know about this?

It's up to him to prepare you properly to testify.

Lawyers prepare their witnesses all the time.

He didn't know. Bernard didn't want me to tell him.

Without Brown,

you would have testified at your son's trial?

Of course.

Do you know

if Bernard Brown drove a black SUV back in 2010?

I...

I don't know.

Why?

How did you find out about Bernard and me?

Mrs. Antonin...

it's not important. Don't worry about it.

Remember

that people live in sin,

more or less.

-That's not reassuring. -Maybe not.

Have a nice day.

"People live in sin", seriously, Armand?

Sometimes, I really think that.

We have another problem.

Wait. The police chief might've killed Vickie?

Yeah.

Are you out of your mind?

If anyone had everything to lose from sleeping with an escort,

it was him.

True, if you like escorts, don't be a policeman.

I haven't seen his name

on the list of Tulpar owners.

If Vickie threatened him, he must be scared.

My friends,

we looked into the sugar daddy lead.

It's not Bernard Brown.

How can you be so sure?

Yeah?

You've known for two years that your ex

had tampered with the evidence, and you did nothing?

Yes, I knew

that an error had been made.

Even though I don't want anything bad to come to him,

I still pushed the project

to choose Anderson's case.

That's so fucking irresponsible.

What about you, Mr. Coupal? Are you complicit in this?

Mr. Coupal has nothing to do with this.

He just found out, nothing more.

Lawyers lose their reputations for less.

You really want to go there?

Are you going to lecture me, too?

Perfect 22-year-old Stella.

You don't think that at no time

in your career you're going to lack judgment?

Especially if it involves someone you love.

Nobody does our job

without ever lacking judgement.

If you're the first one to ever do it, congratulations in advance.

Shit!

Hello? What's going on?

I texted you earlier.

His flight was delayed.

He won't be at the party.

Damn it!

Can you try to find

his toothbrush?

Brown could still be the sugar daddy,

even if it wasn't his DNA that was found on Vickie.

Vickie must've had several customers.

Maybe her sugar daddy killed her without sleeping with her.

We don't know what the DNA traces are.

Is it sperm? Skin cells?

Does it really matter that much?

If the jury had known this at the trial,

about the other DNA,

it would've put reasonable doubt in their minds.

Fuck, it's Fabien Gr�goire.

-Answer. -Answer.

Give me the list of SUV owners. We'll keep working on it.

Fabien Gr�goire just called us back.

-Where was it? -In Abitibi.

He also remembers that on the Wednesday

Gillis claims to have heard Anderson's confession,

Anderson wasn't on laundry duty.

He played basketball outside,

just like Demers said.

Damn it!

If only we'd received confirmation

before sending the file

to the Criminal Conviction Review Group...

Shit!

I know.

INCOMING CALL MOM

Did Mrs. Girard leave?

No, she's in the house, resting.

She came on strong.

So did you.

I don't get it.

We bend over backward to exonerate a guy

who would've already had another trial

if she'd done the right thing at the right time.

I agree.

I wasn't too happy about it either,

but one of the reasons

why she didn't turn in her tall, dark and handsome man

is because she didn't want all the other murderers and rapists

who were in prison

thanks to his expertise

to be released back into the wild.

Yeah.

Do you know many people

who always do the right thing at the right time?

Yes, my father was like that.

Yeah, your father, sure.

Although, once he was appointed judge,

he shouldn't have kept the pictures

Lauzon had given him when he was a lawyer.

He must've had his reasons.

Sure.

What about you?

What?

Earlier,

you used confidential information

your mother told you about Bernard Brown

to find out more about him.

It'll never be as bad as what Mrs. Girard did.

Anyway, who is it?

-Who? -The sugar daddy.

You said it couldn't be Brown

because you had already identified someone with the other DNA.

OK, we're still trying to identify him.

It's not the same.

We won't tell you until we're sure.

When you and your good friend the dean

decide that we're not children

unworthy to know the most important elements

of the case we're working on

like slaves, let us know.

I'll go help with the couscous

because apparently you need to be fed, too.

Fuck!

-The sausages! -Take it out!

Hold on, I'm trying to stop it.

Shut it off!

There's no button.

Stop.

Stop.

OK!

-Thank you. -Well done.

My pleasure.

Remember that the smoke detector

is sensitive when you make toast in the morning.

Yeah.

Why would you make toast here?

-No reason. -Why?

My neighbors are renovating,

it's too noisy,

so I'm going to move here.

It shows when you lie.

You're starting to stutter.

OK, fine.

I was really careless with the Papa Ga�ons.

Manny approached me, and I took the bait.

-What? -When?

Did you tell Coupal about it?

No.

We going to support each other. She's moving in.

What does he want?

He wants us to think that Anderson is guilty.

They don't want us to bring up old cases

that involve them.

REMINDER ZOOM MEETING: CHRISTMAS STORE OWNER

OK, let's talk about it later.

I just talked to Patrice,

the correctional officer at Valcourt.

Is Anderson OK?

Don't worry, he's fine.

For now, at least.

What's going on?

INCOMING CALL LUCIE

There's an inmate at Valcourt who's decided to talk.

It wasn't the Latinos who...

Damn it!

It was Manny and X-Ray, Anderson's friends,

whom he insists on protecting,

who ordered his poisoning and M�lanie's murder.

-What? -Well...

-That remains to be proven. -True,

but that's what they say.

They went that far.

I'll get it.

Careful, it could be them!

Let's not all become paranoid.

This is usually my department, B�n�dicte.

Besides, it's been at least 20 years

since a lawyer was murdered.

Good lord! Yes, yes.

Who was the lawyer?

You don't want to know.

I can't believe this.

It was my idea.

Gabrielle had nothing to do with it.

Johanne,

we found new DNA evidence

linked to your husband's last name.

By comparing DNA,

we hoped to eliminate Laurent from the list of suspects,

and it'd be his brother who...

It was him.

-Are you sure? -Absolutely.

One of your employees

had a white car with a red door?

A guy who worked at Christmas Wholesale?

Yes.

Do you remember his name?

I'd have to look it up.

Yes! Please.

Could you do that?

Laurent was one of the girl's customers.

He saw her five or six days before the tragedy.

If you found DNA

connected to his family, it's his.

You don't need a toothbrush to find out.

Mr. Coupal,

there were two white cars with a red door

in Montreal in the fall of 2010.

We got the confirmation.

This is not the time.

Text it to me, OK?

OK.

Sorry, but I'm finding this a little hard to follow.

You knew that Laurent was sleeping with a prostitute?

Have you ever been married to a man who has a fortune of 500 million?

No.

That's what I thought.

I have.

I choose my battles.

His little fantasies aren't one of them.

Starting

a medical software company sure is rewarding.

We've chosen the wrong career.

I'm not the morality police,

but what you're saying it terrible.

Laurent didn't kill Vickie Tremblay. OK?

He was in Dubai on business

the night she was murdered.

We consulted a lawyer.

He told us not to go to the police

because nothing,

nothing, about this case involved us.

500 million, huh?

Giving 50,000 to someone else to do the job for him

wouldn't have made a big dent in his budget.

Sure,

as if he knew hitmen.

Ma'am, with that kind of money,

you know whoever you want.

Johanne, our hypothesis,

with the information we have,

is that Vickie Tremblay wanted to blackmail Laurent.

$10,000 to buy her silence

and to keep his job.

Come on!

Laurent would've told me. Today, with the Internet...

She wasn't stupid. She knew about his fortune.

She would've asked him for 100,000, not 10,000.

Do you think that, if I'd had the slightest doubt,

Gabrielle,

I wouldn't have pulled out of the Innocence Project

when you told me your case

was Anderson Jean-Louis?

Do you think Laurent would've let me give you his money

if he was worried it'd get back to him?

Never!

You have some nerve!

I won't hide from you that Laurent's first reflex

was to stop giving you any money.

But I convinced him

that it'd look suspicious.

We didn't talk about it again.

I hear you, Johanne.

I hear you.

But...

Do you think Laurent would be willing to take a polygraph?

-Like this? -Yes, perfect.

It's sticky.

You added too much water.

I'll show you.

Check this out.

-OK. -Take some, like this.

Start to...

Do you have the name of the guy who imitated Anderson's car?

No, R�jeanne is supposed to send it to us if she finds it.

What?

Your hat.

-What? -What?

You want my hair in your couscous?

Your hat.

What's gotten into her?

Have a nice day.

Strel?

Do you have anything?

I'm sorry, Johanne, but you understand that...

My husband will talk to his lawyers before taking a polygraph.

They know what they're doing.

Bye.

Bye.

Stella, I need to show you something.

I thought about it:

you should tell Coupal you spoke to Manny.

You wanted--

I know, but that was before I knew

they were behind M�lanie's murder

and Anderson's attempted murder.

Strel's coming. We're one place short.

There will be seven of us. It smells good.

No, there will be six of you. I'll be off.

Why? It seems to me that everything is going very well.

I'm sorry, Stella,

I shouldn't have spoken to you like that.

It's OK.

I accept your apology if you accept mine.

You were right.

I still have lots to learn.

All's well, everyone loves each other?

I'll put it here.

Please listen up, it's important.

I don't want to spoil your appetite but look at this.

Mathieu Lauzon went to the convenience store

a few hours before Anderson

on the night Vickie Tremblay was murdered.

-It's him. -Yeah, but...

It could be a coincidence, right?

I'm confused.

I'll get it.

Show us.

-Show us again. -Pay attention.

There.

It is him.

Yes, it is.

Did you talk to your people?

Did you dig up something on Brown?

I didn't talk to anyone directly.

It's too sensitive.

I asked a few innocent questions

to Arsenault's former assistant,

back when he was the director of the SPM.

OK, and?

Brown was certainly breathing down Arsenault's neck,

according to his assistant.

The results weren't there.

The mayor was putting pressure on the SPM.

Then the Gardir van was robbed,

two people died,

so Arsenault didn't have much choice.

-He resigned. -Yes.

But it seems like Brown was all too happy

that he did.

Did Arsenault's former assistant say anything else?

No.

So we have nothing.

A guy who dreams of someone else's job

isn't uncommon.

I know.

And it doesn't tell us why Brown

is in a picture a Hells wants back.

But he...

-What? -I don't know,

something's fishy.

When Brown took over as interim,

he almost said that

he was doing the mayor a favor,

not that he'd been hoping for it.

I see.

-Anyway, I... -Let's go.

It's time to recap the day.

What are the facts that will help us progress?

We have Fabien Gr�goire willing to testify

to say that Gillis lied at the trial.

That's good.

Samir, this is very good.

-Thank you! -Yeah.

-It really is. -Yeah, it's great.

Next, we got confirmation

that Anderson's door was red in the summer of 2010.

We even have a picture to prove it. Good job.

What about you guys?

You're waiting for the name of the Christmas store employee

who imitated Anderson's car shortly before Vickie's death.

Good job. That's proof...

Stella, please, time out.

We all had a crazy day.

Why don't we enjoy dinner

and talk about something else?

Good idea.

-Seriously? -We need it.

OK.

I'll drink to that.

Cheers.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Cheers.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

So...

Right...

Samir,

your couscous is really good.

-Bon app�tit. -Thank you.

It reminds me of the last trip I took

with my wife.

We went to Morocco.

It's really good.

It's my mother. She's been bugging me all day.

Sit down, you're hurt.

I'll get it.

It is good.

Next time, make it spicier.

-There's harissa. -Yes, but I shouldn't...

What?

The sausages are spicy.

Armand.

What?

Lucie?

I dropped you off this morning.

Did you think I wouldn't find you?

I've had a crazy day.

And I've had a shitty day.

I lost my job because of you.

I'm sorry. We'll compensate you.

Lucie, Armand has nothing to do with it.

It's my fault.

Why are you defending him? Are you sleeping with him?

Lucie, please.

Would you like to sit down?

Or to eat something? Some couscous?

Yes, we'll make room for you.

I'm not hungry.

You think you're so smart with your law degrees

and your lamentations because your wife's dead?

You're a widower, you want to be pitied.

You're no better than the others.

No, you're not.

And your dick is soft!

Eat shit!

Write that down.

Would anyone like

to talk shop?

I'm going to flunk you all.

Let me do it. You shouldn't stand on it.

It's OK, it feels better already.

You have harissa on your chin.

Come check this out!

I have the name of the Christmas store employee.

-Here. -Thank you.

What's going on?

The Christmas store manager sent this.

If someone framed Anderson,

this guy could've helped them

and pretended to be him.

It's obvious.

Yeah.

I'll go to the station to see if he has a record.

Anything else I should know?

Yes.

B�n�?

Now's the time.

-What is it? -What?

OK.

I messed up.

Fuck!

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Frank Pineau.

Born in Haiti.

He arrived in Montreal at the age of 15

with his mother in 2006.

His criminal record is as thick as a phone book.

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