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Message passed on to investigators Nault and Amiot.

I don't know what to say. We made a mistake.

He wanted to tell you that Vickie had a sugar daddy.

Why wasn't this lead looked into?

Everyone will know that you paid me to sleep with me.

Is your name Laurent de S�gur?

Yes.

Did Vickie blackmail you?

No.

The big Black guy who was arrested for killing a whore,

he stood guard at the station.

So he didn't kill her.

The Gardir robbery was you guys?

It was a Hells plan. We executed it.

Shit.

Fuck.

-We're not telling Strel? -No.

He's a nice guy, but he's a policeman.

And I guess it doesn't matter that he wasn't at the scene.

He'd be accused of murder.

I'd like to ask you a favor.

Someone else

had their car door painted red.

If someone framed Anderson with a red door,

Frank Pineau could've helped them.

Frank. Frank.

We talk about Pineau at lunchtime,

and he's shot the next day.

I'm sick of his stupid questions.

So?

I don't understand.

There's nothing on the wire.

No one found a body in the woods.

Shit.

He didn't get eaten by a beaver, did he?

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.

In Quebec, criminal lawyers and law students

assist prisoners through 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

Strel.

Strel.

Are you OK?

Yes.

Yes.

No way.

No way...

No way.

Three bullets.

Not one, three.

Sylvie Nault protected me.

Listen...

You were right to follow your hunch

and borrow

a bulletproof vest before going to see them.

So they killed Pineau?

Yes.

And...

they realized

I'd figured it out.

Why did they do that?

We don't know.

Not yet.

You really didn't have to come.

Of all the things

you could have told me,

that's pretty stupid.

You'd be surprised.

I have worse.

Apart from Stella and I, nobody knows.

Tell me.

Anderson's real alibi is that he was an accomplice

in the Gardir truck robbery.

The Hells enlisted

the Papa Ga�ons to do it for them.

Didn't two men

die that day?

Yes, but the murders weren't planned.

Greg went rogue,

and he has no brains.

Anderson wasn't even there with them.

You believe him?

Absolutely. He was watching the station.

Anyway, you know very well

that he'd be considered an accomplice.

He'd probably be charged with murder if it got out.

Even if he had a new trial, we can't make him testify.

The public prosecutor would ask him

where he was the night Vickie was murdered.

Exactly. And we can't tell our client to lie.

But, you know,

a defendant doesn't have to testify at his trial.

Come on, Armand.

Have you read Laurent de S�gur's polygraph transcript?

I read it over, but the dean said

to disregard it.

OK, but did you notice anything?

-What? -Listen.

He said: "The last time I saw Vickie, she said,

"'Please bring me yellow cigarettes,

"'you know, the ones I like. You'd be a sweetheart.'"

Don't you think it's weird? She's so informal with him.

With everything else she did with him,

I think they'd reached that level of intimacy

a long time ago, no?

I don't know...

Listen carefully.

Don't write it down,

just remember it, OK?

-OK. -OK.

I can't show my face today.

It's far too dangerous. I'll stay here.

Go do your shift at the station

like nothing happened.

Just a regular day at the office.

Yes. OK?

At noon, go see Judge Jean Trudel.

I know him well. He'll know you're serious.

Tell him we know we can't investigate

our colleagues ourselves

but that we're going to notify Quebec Security.

But we need to act quickly.

We absolutely need a wiretap warrant.

You want a wiretap warrant.

Yes, I want to have solid proof

to shove it down their throats.

-OK, got it. -OK.

Once you have the warrant, go back to the station

and put a microphone in one of their cars.

They're going to go back to the woods

to see what happened

and why my body wasn't found.

What if I get the wrong car?

Start with one

-and we'll go from there. -OK.

Have you told the Innocence Project?

No, until I have my proof,

I want as few people as possible to get involved.

-It's too sensitive. -OK.

OK? All right...

Be very careful

-with Sylvie and Maxime. -Yes.

Hide this somewhere.

It's evidence.

-All right? Go. -Yeah.

R�mi.

What's the judge's name?

Trudel.

So?

They say the same thing as on the radio.

That Frank Pineau AKA Fran�ois Lazarre

was known to the police and that

it was probably a deal gone wrong.

-Hi. -Hi.

Hi.

-Are you OK? -Got anything new?

Nothing.

Aside from Stella being obsessed

with formal and informal tones.

I'm not obsessed.

What is she talking about?

Did you read

de S�gur's polygraph transcript?

-Yes, why? -Yes.

Vickie was informal with de S�gur, OK?

And I'm sure Julien told me

that when he caught Vickie threatening her client,

she was formal with him. It's bugging me.

-Is that all? -What?

Isn't it a bit far-fetched?

Anderson, this is Mrs. Gabrielle Girard,

the dean of the law faculty.

She started the Innocence Project

at Griffin University.

Hello, Anderson.

I'm honored.

To what do I owe this visit?

Anderson, I won't hide the fact that right now,

we've really hit a dead end.

What's new in that?

We found the man who had his car painted

to look like yours in the fall of 2010.

But he was found dead

before we could talk to him.

A drug deal gone wrong.

As luck would have it.

Since the police refuse to investigate your case,

despite all the new evidence presented to them,

we really counted

on what that man was going to tell us.

-I'm going to be honest with you. -No need.

I killed Vickie.

I was jealous she was banging rich old men

on the side.

I wanted to own her.

My bitch and nobody else's.

It's nonsense.

So I went to her house to pick her up on the evening of November 10.

I parked by a park we used to go to,

and that's when I raped her.

I shot her twice in the head.

Then I dumped her body in the vacant lot.

I've decided to tell the truth today

because I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I hurt her.

I want to start my rehabilitation process.

I have to if I want to be eligible

for parole in a few years, right?

Anderson, don't start...

What?

I can't lie and say I killed Vickie?

Why not?

It's the only way I'll ever get out of here.

Stop fucking around!

We've been running into issues from the start!

No, sorry. A "dead end".

Anderson, I strongly advise...

I don't care.

Shut up.

I don't care about your advice.

Everyone lied in this case,

from start to finish.

So if it can help me, I'll lie, too.

Fuck this shit.

You know what?

From now on, I decide.

No.

-How are you, Sylvie? -Good, you?

Good.

Yeah.

Right.

OK, thanks, Julien. Bye.

-So? -I was right.

Julien is certain

Vickie used a formal tone when threatening her client

on the phone.

You were right on this, too.

According to de S�gur's polygraph, they were on first-name terms.

But we know she wasn't threatening

de S�gur.

Yes, but that's not how it works.

Maybe she was more familiar with certain clients.

No, I thought about that.

When you threaten someone, you're informal with them.

-Makes sense. -Look,

what I'm about to say may have nothing to do with it.

But let's just brainstorm.

Do you remember the other candidates

for the Innocence Project?

There was the old lady.

And Jason Lavoie-Roberge.

Right. The remake of The Golden Girls

and the guy who kidnapped male prostitutes with his friend.

They did it together.

Exactly. They did it together.

OK, so she wasn't being formal.

She was talking to two people.

Exactly.

Hello?

Stella, it's me. Things aren't going well.

401-632, infirmary.

I'm going to say something.

I'm going to say that the DNA evidence was tampered with,

by whom, when, and above all, that I knew about it.

We can't let a man

who should've had a fair trial

confess to a crime he didn't commit.

It's professional suicide

if you do, Gabrielle, you know it.

You're the one who started it

when you sent the interns

to look into the cases Jonathan had analyzed.

Yes, but that was to get an idea of the damage,

to get out of this theoretical framework,

not for you to throw yourself in front of a train.

Well, you shouldn't have, because now,

we know it won't release dozens of psychopaths.

And that was the only thing that kept me from talking.

Why should I continue to protect Jonathan and me?

Huh? Why?

No, I want to tell the truth.

Come on...

What's going on?

I'll open the door. Ah!

Your father's been seeing spiders on the ceiling.

-Where's Louis? -I can't find him.

Dad, shh.

Does he have a fever? He's burning up!

No, he doesn't have a fever.

It's like a jungle, very dark.

-Hello. -It's about time.

Sorry, Mrs. Coulombe, we had a death on the third floor.

We don't know which way to turn.

It's OK, it's OK.

-Hi, Stella. -Hi.

The doctor sent you an email.

Mr. Launiere is following a new treatment.

That's why he's rambling on a little.

"A little"?

The doctor will adjust the dosage.

Please hurry up with that.

I have to get back to it, but don't worry,

I'll keep an eye on him, OK?

Thank you.

Butter.

OK, Dad. Shh...

Poor man.

Your father was such an eloquent man.

Three against one.

Take the sign in front of the house down.

-It sold? -No.

I can stay in it?

You've worn me down.

Thank you, Mom.

I might charge you rent.

Hello.

Mrs. Marie-Claude Lebouf, please.

COURTHOUSE

-Is your dad OK? -Yes, false alarm.

-But I got an idea. -What?

Vickie was hospitalized in October of 2010

when Manny beat her.

-We already know that. -I know that.

But we never talked to the hospital staff.

-To say what? -Right.

They pumped her full of drugs to ease her pain.

Maybe that made her talk

about things that could help us?

Where do we start then?

The staff that treated her?

Good luck finding them.

Watch and learn, OK?

Wow...

OK. Thanks.

Stop that, Sylvie.

I can't take it anymore.

-So? -Well...

Still nothing.

Why don't we ask Jo�l

to locate Strel's phone?

Are you nuts?

I'd just give him his number.

What if he checks the name? Forget it.

Yeah, you're right.

Hello.

Hi.

Hello, Mrs. Lebouf.

No, I haven't heard anything.

Last time, he sent me a law student.

Now the dean

wants to see me.

Something's happening at the Innocence Project.

It's obvious.

We don't know anything new.

Will we ever be done with this case?

-Thanks, Mrs. Nault. -Bye.

We need to go check, Max.

We have no choice.

OK.

Tonight.

It's nonsense.

Do you know what will happen?

I do. Anderson will have a new trial,

a trial in which he won't be able to testify, I know that.

But let's take one thing at a time, OK?

We'll get a new trial, yes.

You, me and the Innocence Project will be the object of this trial.

You didn't think of that, did you?

Once you start talking, Anderson

will hire a lawyer who'll have a field day

dragging us both through the mud.

Because we misrepresented him.

They'll prove that you had a conflict of interest

by protecting your ex

and that I did too by protecting you.

He may even go so far as to claim

that's why we chose his case,

to control it

so that no one else would find out

that the DNA evidence at his trial was worthless

and that we didn't care about him.

I promise I won't let this affect you.

But I'm not backing down now, Armand.

It's all my fault.

I don't care if it affects me.

The future of the Innocence Project is at stake.

It's not just us who'll suffer.

Everyone else will, in all the other universities.

Financing this project will become impossible.

I already called Mrs. Lebouf.

I'm meeting her here tonight.

What? You...

The public prosecutor in the Anderson trial...

Here? Tonight?

Yes.

Yes, she's a woman I respect a lot.

It was her trial,

and I want her to be the first to know.

Damn it.

I'll be there.

No, thanks.

Anything you say to that woman

can turn against you. I'll be there.

Damage control.

I'll let you tell your students

about my decision.

Hi, guys.

Shit...

Fuck...

I saw on the news

that she was killed

not long after I had her as a patient.

So yes, I remember her.

While she was here,

did she talk about her clientele?

Did she say anything weird?

No, nothing.

Did she seem scared at all?

No. I actually thought she had a pretty good sense of humor

for a girl who'd just been beaten.

What do you mean?

Two investigators came to question her,

and she kept calling them "my friends".

And...

Wait, she said "my friends"?

Yes.

Were these investigators

Sylvie Nault and Maxime Amiot?

I don't know. I never knew their names.

Hey, Maxime.

Are these your keys?

Yes, why do you have them?

Found them in the hall.

Hey, R�mi.

Yeah?

I guess I have ADHD, too.

It's in fashion nowadays.

I'll share my meds.

Right.

Bye.

The investigators didn't kill her.

Maybe that's why they didn't investigate it properly.

-Stella, listen... -No, you listen.

When Vickie threatened her client over the phone,

she used a formal tone.

Maybe she was talking to two people.

She said that if she turned them in, they'd lose their jobs.

Police officers who visit prostitutes

is pretty bad.

That's a motive.

It was to protect their reputation.

But is a reputation worth killing for?

If you're sick in the head, anything's possible.

OK,

I think we're all tired.

-I know I am-- -No, look.

I'll call Strel. He knows them.

He'll tell me if it's possible.

Leave him alone. Strel has gone fishing.

I tried to call him earlier

to find out what was going on with the Pineau investigation.

-Fishing? -That's what his colleague,

R�mi Tessier, told me.

What a coincidence.

Don't bother him with that.

OK. Go home.

Watch a movie.

Do what normal people do.

The dean's decision

will already be the talk of the town.

What decision?

Nothing's happening.

They should be here already.

They must be wondering

where my body is.

Did you put the mic in the right car?

He did it.

We've known all along.

I've already seen that movie.

He pretends not to be the killer, to be a victim.

-Samir, tell her. -I have no idea.

Come on...

-You're not giving up, huh? -I don't get it.

There's nothing on Amiot and Nault, on any platform.

As if they never existed.

If you're a major crimes investigator,

you don't post pictures of your meal on Instagram.

How many times have I told you?

-He did it. -Stop talking.

-What are you watching? -An Agatha Christie movie.

Shit.

They must've taken Sylvie's car.

It was a toss-up.

There was a 50/50 chance I'd get the right one.

Strel. Listen. They're here.

We shouldn't be here.

What don't you understand?

We need to know why nobody found him.

Hello, you've reached Camille Strel. Leave a message.

Camille, it's Stella.

I'm sorry to insist, but...

Well...

I think the fish are sleeping now.

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

So if you don't call me back,

I can come to you, too,

if it helps. I don't know where you are, but...

You know we're in a hurry, so...

We were wondering where you were.

Call me back. Bye.

CAMILLE STREL'S LOCATION

What the fuck?

He's not fishing at all.

Fuck.

He's the killer.

Can you play it again?

Why?

I missed it.

He just watched it.

I'm going to...

Hold on.

Where are you going?

Well...

We're out of popcorn.

-I'm going to the store. -OK.

Please get some beer, too.

His car's still there.

There's no body. Park there.

I shot him three times.

How could he get up?

You should've shot him in the head.

Vickie Tremblay and Frank Pineau

didn't get back up.

Shit...

Vickie Tremblay...

They killed her?

We've got them, R�mi.

We've got them.

That's solid evidence. Good job.

They're criminals.

Have your students found an extraordinary new flaw

in the trial of Anderson Jean-Louis?

You probably know that the GRCC

refused to reopen his case, right?

No, I didn't know, but I'm not at all surprised.

Anderson

wants to confess to a crime he didn't commit.

That's because you insist on believing he's innocent.

Listen, Marie-Claude,

I wanted you to be the first to know.

Tomorrow, I intend to go see...

Wait. Sorry...

Wait for me before continuing, OK?

Hello?

What?

Say that again.

When?

I...

OK.

No, no. OK.

Everything OK?

Don't say anything.

-What? -Not a word.

Sorry to interrupt,

but are you going to tell me what's going on?

-Who are you going to see? -No one!

Come with me.

It won't take long. Excuse us.

What's over there?

She's going to tell you what's going on.

OK? I'll be right back.

What's going on there? We can't hear anything.

They must've walked away from the car.

I don't like this.

-Hello, Mr. Coupal? -Hi. Get ready.

Call an emergency project meeting.

What's going on?

You were right.

It was Maxime and Sylvie who killed Vickie.

They even tried to kill Strel.

Where is Strel?

What the fuck are you doing here?

Drop your phone.

Who's with you? Where are you?

Stella.

Stella, answer me.

Are you in danger? I'm coming.

Tell me where you are.

-Did you follow us last night? -No.

Go ahead.

Shoot me.

You're done for anyway. Everyone knows it was you.

Do it, Sylvie.

Shoot her in the face.

Shoot!

Get down!

On the ground!

Shit!

On the ground!

You piece of shit.

Are you OK?

Maxime Amiot, Sylvie Nault,

you're under arrest

for the murders of Vickie Tremblay and Frank Pineau.

And for the attempted murder of Camille Strel.

You have the right to remain silent.

Everything you say...

I'm with you. Have a nice day.

Hey, Strel. Strel!

I'll call you back, OK?

-Strel's here. -Yes?

It's incredible.

I know.

Come in.

Have a seat.

Thanks.

-Are you OK? -Yes.

I'm fine, thank you.

I went to see the troops,

to offer them my support.

The upcoming weeks won't be easy.

No. It's quite a shock.

You're in for a shitshow with the media.

It won't be pretty.

I wanted to talk to you about the pictures,

the halves.

I heard that maybe you

or someone from the Innocence Project had them.

I see. You...

That's what you heard, huh?

Listen...

So you know I got into a fight,

and that's why the pictures are torn.

Bernard, only one person

could've told you that.

Well, yes.

I won't lie to you.

I'm in contact with a biker.

I know it sounds crazy that a picture

of me and one of the Papa Ga�ons would be in the same envelope.

Is it Lauzon, the biker,

who's with you in the missing half of that picture?

Because

even if Lauzon happens to be an informant,

you're not supposed to meet informants by yourself.

Look, I'll tell you.

It was all part of an extremely discreet

police operation that is still ongoing.

Fourteen years later?

You're not very efficient.

It's complex.

I'll say!

What's the connection

between Lauzon and the Papa Ga�ons?

Because I saw a video of a store

in Montreal-Nord where Lauzon goes in to buy a Coke.

OK? And, as luck would have it, a few hours later,

Anderson gets thirsty, too.

And he goes to the same store.

And that same night,

there's a robbery that's never been solved,

14 years later.

I want the pictures on my desk this afternoon, OK?

Please.

Sylvie and Maxime said the same thing

during questioning.

In September of 2010,

they made contact with Vickie for the first time

after seeing her ad on Backpage.

They had threesomes a few times.

What do you do for a living?

Building contractors.

Yeah, we're...

We're partners.

OK. Interesting.

Vickie had no idea

what they really did for a living.

That was until Sylvie and Maxime

were called upon to go to a hospital

to investigate a young woman who had just been beaten.

What are you doing here?

That's when things went wrong.

When Vickie realized that her clients

were police officers,

she immediately demanded a large sum of money

while threatening to expose them.

No, we said $10,000.

If you don't pay up,

I'll talk, and you'll lose your job.

Everyone will know you paid me

to sleep with me.

OK, but why them?

Why not blackmail her other clients?

Vickie's mother died of an overdose

when Vickie was 13.

Apparently, a few hours before she died,

the police pulled her over while she was intoxicated

but did nothing to help her.

They just left her there.

There was even a rumor

that the police had beaten her mother,

maybe even raped her.

Anyway,

Vickie always held the police responsible

for her mother's death.

That girl hated the police to her core.

So Sylvie and Maxime decided to get rid of her,

and quickly, because they knew she wouldn't stop there.

Sylvie and Maxime, policemen with a lot of ambition,

patrollers by the age of 21,

promoted to investigators in their early 30s,

the police are their life,

there's no way it's going to stop there for them...

So they approached Frank Pineau,

a small-time crook

who was in a vulnerable situation with Immigration.

His girlfriend just had a baby.

His life was going badly.

There was one thing he had going for him, but he didn't know it.

He looked like Anderson.

The cops saw that.

They gave him $2,000 and told him that if he opened his mouth,

he'd be on a plane

back to his country.

But first, they sent him to a car shop

to make his car look like Anderson's.

They then sent a driver to Vickie's

pretending they were going to pay her.

-Who are you? -A friend of your friends.

You painted your door like Anderson's? You know him?

Yeah, I like the way it looks.

OK.

Very original.

What are we doing here?

Where are they?

Relax.

The money's in the trunk. They're on their way.

We just need to wait for them.

Open the fucking trunk.

Let's go!

Is this a fucking joke?

Are you kidding me?

Let me out!

Let me out!

Let me out!

OK, fine, I got it.

I don't want your money.

Please let me out.

My grandma needs me!

Frank Pineau took her body

and dumped it in the vacant lot.

Then Sylvie and Maxime took over the investigation.

They were able to manipulate everything.

We know how it ended.

They arrested Anderson

and made sure

he was found guilty.

And that's how it went.

...to present an appeal

and request a new investigation.

The Court of Appeal ordered the immediate release

of Anderson Jean-Louis

as a new trial begins.

Anderson Jean-Louis

spent over 13 years behind bars

for the murder of Vickie Tremblay.

The case took a turn when two investigators

who were working on the case

admitted to the crime.

And now, in international news...

Yes?

Congratulations, Mrs. Girard.

Thank you, Mrs. Lebouf.

But...

make sure to tell your interns that miscarriages of justice

are a bit like orphan diseases in medicine.

It's very rare.

They won't see many throughout their careers.

Dirty cops either, thankfully.

Noted. Thank you. Bye.

-Yes? -Hello? Gabrielle.

Johanne.

Inmate Arsenault to the visitor's room.

Guard Leduc to the watchtower.

Thanks, Smurfette.

Bye, Anderson.

If you cry, I'll flunk you.

Cheers.

Mrs. Dean,

I'm glad you didn't end up

on the hot seat.

I would've deserved no less.

About the scholarship...

There won't be one.

-What? -I'm sorry.

I didn't what to ruin the celebrations.

I was going to tell you tomorrow.

Why not?

Johanne de S�gur decided to pull out all of her money

from the school and from the Innocence Project,

effective immediately.

Come on...

We didn't tell anyone anything about her husband.

Right!

I know, but that's all I know.

I'll get it.

-Hi. Here. -Thank you.

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

-Good. -What about you?

Yes. I'm not dead.

I nearly died, but I didn't.

So the house sold, huh?

No, I was able to convince my mother.

-I'm staying. -Good.

Things are going well for you.

Yeah, not bad.

Good.

I need to talk to you.

We're going to need more food.

I'll take care of it.

I need help in the kitchen.

Because while the couscous was good last time,

it's clearly not as good as the empanadas

I just ordered.

What?

I'll help you.

I can't get it.

Let me help you.

Let me do it.

GROCERY STORE

Why did you give the pictures to your boss?

His face was in one.

Apparently, it's to protect an investigation.

You don't think it's to protect him?

A picture of the police chief kept in the same envelope

as a picture of a Papa Ga�ons.

An envelope that belonged to a guy from the Hells.

Do you know something I don't?

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