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PREVIOUSLY ON LE CLAN

I found you a place until we get you a new ID.

In Saint-Roch, Quebec.

And?

He wasn't there.

There's news in Ouimet's case.

The investigators are after you.

You admit passing by his house, but you didn't stop, right?

Yes, that's right. I know that sounds weird,

but I left.

Before I knew your past, I could handle this type of thing.

But leaving me hanging like you did today, I can't accept that.

What we should do is get the torpedo on our own.

We do it in secret and we keep everything.

-Steve, shut up! -Pascal was on his own!

He got killed!

He's dead!

Pascal had an accident.

We're going home.

Hello?

My mom's in Beauce.

In Saint-Georges De Beauce. With Zac.

I don't know if it's just them.

What time did you see my dad yesterday?

I don't know. Where is your mom again?

In Saint-Georges De Beauce, dammit.

Just around the corner from Ouimet's.

She's not here by chance.

The guys asked to use the boat today. Why would they go to Beauce?

Can you check?

OK.

I'll go see. And I'll call you back.

Why take that?

You're not diving.

I will if I have to.

Let's just take everything we think we'll need.

I knew it, goddammit.

Can't he mind his own business?

Don't let him see the gear.

Hey. Weren't you excited about sleeping in today?

I couldn't remember if I gave you the key or not.

You had to come this early just for that? Sorry.

Apparently, some strong winds are coming. You guys need help?

No, we're good. We have an extra key, but thanks for coming by.

Is Caro still in Quebec?

Yeah.

Well, enjoy fishing.

Thanks. Jean-Jean?

They're at home. Even Mathieu is there. They're take the boat out.

OK, thank you. I'll call you back.

Damn Marcil.

I knew he'd play dirty when you decided to run, but this is extreme.

Tell me what he said again.

He said Jean-François was called in by the police regarding a disappearance.

Whose disappearance?

A man.

Marcil was obviously trying to find something out.

It's not like JF tried to hide something from you, right?

You know what? Let's call him.

He said he went to the station regarding the trailer he abandoned

on the side of the road.

Not a disappearance.

No answer.

His phone must be dead, as usual.

When he leaves the house...

it's like we don't exist.

It's the same investigator.

Can't you just give him a call?

And say what? "Hey, you questioned a special witness.

What do you want with him?"

Can't you just get more information?

If they want to know what happened to Ouimet, I'm not getting in the way.

In other words, you won't help me.

No, that's not what I said.

I need to change my approach now. I'm not going do that in haste.

OK. I'll handle it myself.

Ma'am, we found this letter at Frédéric Ouimet's.

You're not in trouble. I just want to understand.

You signed it: "Your mom who loves you."

First, I need to know the truth.

Did he disappear?

Or did he kill himself?

It could be suicide. It could be nothing.

We're trying to figure out what happened.

Do you confirm that Ouimet is your son?

Yes.

My son had a complicated life.

I haven't seen him in a long time. I wanted him to know I still love him.

Listen...

I don't know how to say this.

Fred Ouimet's mother died in 2008.

Is that you?

No, that's just another story he made up for his own protection.

My son's name is Yannick. Frédéric Ouimet isn't even his real name.

I've been talking to his sister for three days. She never mentioned that.

She can't be his real sister. I only had boys.

OK, listen. I just want to understand.

Are you this man's mother?

His mother?

Apparently, she went to Beauce in Quebec.

I don't know why she wanted to see him.

All we know is Yannick's father and brothers are still in Shediac.

Who told that to Gagnon?

A childhood friend.

They're still talking?

I checked him out. He's clean.

Damn.

Can we trust this guy? They haven't seen each other in eight years.

I've been meaning to meet him, but I've been busy putting out fires.

It bothers me.

Something else is bothering me even more.

What will happen when those cops find the connection between Yannick and Gagnon?

I won't be able to lie.

Yeah.

The investigator, Leclerc, right?

He's got nothing. He's clean.

I'd like your official OK, though, before I say anything about Gagnon.

The whole theory about suicide... Whatever the real story is,

maybe it really is connected to Gagnon.

I don't want to mess up his investigation.

The shower won't drain. What a dump.

At least it doesn't smell like crack.

-You didn't want to be tempted. -Well, yeah.

There's a support group nearby.

They meet every night.

You thought of everything, man.

There's no phone.

If you wanna call Mom, go to the grocery store.

Goddammit, man. Why would I call Mom? Everybody had Ouimet's address.

She must've had the same idea as me.

Sure. "They stole $50,000 from me."

I didn't call her, goddammit!

What did you tell my name was?

Benoît Tremblay.

Do I look like a "Benoît Tremblay?"

Do I look like a "Jean-François Gagnon?"

I don't know, but you do look like a redneck. Very funny. You'll need to change your look, too.

Come on, we need to hurry.

We gotta get you a fake ID.

Can we eat first?

Come on!

So the mother from New Brunswick is...

My client's mother.

Yannick Moreau, the guy I questioned, is Gagnon?

Yes. Jean-François Gagnon.

That's super confidential.

That doesn't leave this room. No one else can know.

Obviously. This is a whole new ball game now.

Maybe there's something to the suicide theory after all.

Not necessarily. But it does open new doors.

Because...

You need to know that...

Ouimet and my client got their tattoos removed at the same time.

And Ouimet got the same tattoo as your Gagnon.

Exactly.

When I went to see Ouimet the first time and he hadn't been home in a while,

I was there to question him about that.

What did you want to know?

Somehow, these two crossed paths.

And my client's enemies think he's Ouimet.

Maybe that got him killed.

Or maybe he's being held somewhere.

Maybe they're trying to get information from him about my client.

Give me some time to get your cash.

I don't have it yet and you need to attend a meeting or two.

How will I survive here?

I'll come to Quebec once a week to give you some cash.

It's nice to know you trust me.

I can't babysit you.

Listen, I don't know why you agreed to work with the cops

or why you even got involved. You have your version, Steve has his.

Wait, you're not on my side?

The past is the past. I just want to disappear off the map.

Steve fucking lied to you.

Why do you think I was forced to collaborate with the cops?

After Dad's heart attack, Logan didn't want him diving with us anymore.

Steve got pissed because I kept diving, even if they weren't talking anymore.

I know your version.

You don't know everything. Steve set me up

to take the fall for Logan.

OK.

So, to get back at him, you had to send the entire family to prison?

No one except Steve was supposed to be there that night.

I believe you.

No, you don't. Know what Steve did to save Dad's honor in Logan's eyes?

He fucked up Logan's boat.

He knew if Logan called Dad to fix it, then he would have to share the profit.

No, Steve knew nothing about all that. He swore it to me.

How many times did he swear something while lying to our face?

He was followed and there's a photo of him fucking up the boat.

I didn't know any of it.

It was too late when I found out.

Did the cops show you those photos?

Have you actually seen them?

Steve can be an asshole, granted. But he had nothing to do with that story.

He swore it on Dad's life.

In other words, I fucked all of you.

I didn't do it to get back at Steve,

I screwed you all. Is that what you think?

Why would I have done that to you? To Dad?

Why would I have done that to Mathieu? Or to Mom?

Because...

you wanted it to end.

I know you were over it.

Yes?

I talked to the investigator.

What did he say?

When he found out Ouimet had suicidal tendencies,

he went through his stuff and found a letter your mom left you.

He thought it was strange, because Ouimet's mother is dead.

How did he find her?

A neighbor saw her by the house and talked to her.

Her car was licensed in New Brunswick, they had an easy time identifying her.

The good news is your dad and your brothers weren't there.

Your mom came without telling your dad.

It was your son that wanted to see you.

Gagnon?

The oil tanker was

between the lighthouse and the port of Saint-Thomas.

Then Logan rode 15 minutes before dropping the torpedo.

But there were big waves because of the storm.

Even in 15 minutes, I don't think he would've gotten that far.

He's right.

If they dropped it to 250 feet, we must be close.

There's a ridge at 250 feet coming up.

Perfect. We'll scan the floor when we approach the ridge.

Use the depth meter to help us see the torpedo.

OK. When should I start scanning?

Start it there.

Zac wanted to see me, for fuck's sake. He missed me.

I can't... I can't fucking breathe. He's my son, goddammit.

OK, OK.

There are people who love you.

That shouldn't make you cry.

I'd buy you a drink...

but it won't help if you're trying to be numb.

Are you OK?

We need to get you a car.

Something hard to spot.

Can I pick the color?

I'll do the body work.

What color do you want? Lime green?

Lime would be great. With fluorescent lights.

I know you don't want to go back.

But after what happened to Pascal, we have no choice.

Is my dad dead, too?

No. The police are protecting himself.

When he dies, they'll call us.

Maybe Jean-Jean knew we had the wrong address.

Why do you say that?

Maybe the two of them talk.

What do you mean?

Sometimes... he seems to know things.

When Grandpa, Mathieu, and Steve were going to go after Dad,

they didn't stop. I got scared.

I was sure they were going to kill him. But...

Jean-Jean made me feel like it wouldn't happen.

Maybe he knew Dad wasn't there.

I've also thought Jean-Jean and Yannick were in touch at times.

I never dared to ask him.

Why not?

I was scared he'd say no.

I'd like to think your dad gets news about you from someone we know.

If he had really missed me, he would've sent me a sign.

Maybe he just can't take the chance. Maybe he's not sure he can trust us.

Driver's license, social security...

I can handle it.

We're in a hurry. Can you do it in 24 hours?

How do you want it? A lot off the back? A little off the top?

Whatever you want.

Back in the day, your brother used to get us fake IDs so we could go to bars.

I almost had a crush on him.

He ran into trouble, that brother.

Really?

He got in big trouble in Nepal.

When was the last time you were here?

A long time ago.

We used to live across the street.

I used to party there a lot.

With all the guys.

You don't remember me?

No.

Steve's my older brother.

This one's the snitch.

Eight years in jail because of him. That sucks.

No trimmer. I don't like that.

He wanted it to end, so he fucked my dad's coke business.

And we all paid for it.

I'll trim the sides to free up your ears.

He's not very chatty. Is he on hard drugs or what?

He's mentally ill. Post-traumatic stress disorder.

But he never stepped foot in Afghanistan.

It's all fake, man. You hear me?

Still, it must be fucking exhausting to be in hiding all the time.

What's crazy is the cops are taking care of him.

But he unconsciously wants people to find out.

That's fucking crazy.

Wait until my mom meets his new wife in New Brunswick.

Isn't that right?

Wouldn't you like Brigitte's kids to meet their grandpa and older brother?

Hey. I'm talking to you.

The ID.

He can do it for $500.

Forged numbers are $750 and a homeless guy's ID is $1,000.

But it's safer. Should we go for the $750 option?

$750.

What's he doing in Quebec?

He had lots of shopping to do.

He met with someone who will help us for the festival.

He had his first therapy session.

Come on, it's good.

Joe's looking after the horses.

And they set up a guys' night out.

Did you tell him what Marcil said?

I haven't talked to him.

He only talked to me and said to enjoy dinner.

Oh, my, what a lucky girl you are.

Antoinette, can you feed your brother?

Come here, Dad. Look.

I looked up news from Saint-Georges.

Frédéric Ouimet, missing since October 15th.

I think he's the soldier JF visited in Beauce.

Are you going to tell the police?

It looks like he killed himself. I just don't know why JF didn't tell me.

Take that.

Gagnon, what time is the door-to-door tomorrow?

It's already tomorrow?

That's tomorrow?

Yes, it's tomorrow.

At 7 a.m.

7:15 a.m. at the latest.

Right, Joe?

Brigitte said 7 a.m.

The voters here get up early.

There's something else after, right?

Hey, Ms Mayorette.

We're talking to you.

That's what I thought.

We have to do the door-to-door early so there's time to make spaghetti sauce.

Oh, yeah, the sauce.

Oh, yeah, that's right. Gotta make that sauce.

How many people are we feeding?

Two hundred and forty-three.

Gonna have to make a lot of pasta.

Seriously.

You're gonna have to use canned tomatoes.

I think someone needs to take him home.

I'll take him. Come on, Gagnon.

Hey, did we ever find out who owns the old cart that was in the field?

Joe called the cops and when they got here, the car was gone.

Yeah, yeah.

What car are you talking about?

An old, charcoal Super Bee. It was beautiful.

Forget about the bags. Just go to bed.

Good night. Good night.

Tomorrow...

I'll dive closer to shore.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

If we want to dive tomorrow, we should've stopped drinking earlier.

Strange time to celebrate.

Oh, you're back. Come take a seat.

We were waiting for you, Mom.

Well, I'm here. You can all go to bed now.

Steve, you need to find a place tomorrow. We've put you up long enough.

Caro, come on.

You get here and he has to leave?

We need to work together.

Is "working together" knowing Logan's guys killed Pascal and not saying anything?

Are you planning another revenge?

Don't get involved.

She's allowed to disagree.

We know who killed Pascal.

We've decided to make them pay.

We might even talk to the cops, but we have a job to do first.

What job?

What are you talking about, cops?

The guy that killed my brother will fucking get what he deserves.

That's right. Go kill him. That will help, just kill everyone.

And you? You had no business seeing Yannick before the rest of us.

He screwed all of us over, remember?

You always protected him, but you didn't give a fuck about me.

We're gonna find him, I promise you that.

And before we kill him, we'll make him confess to what he did.

You won't find him that easily. Because it was the wrong guy.

You're lying. Oh, no?

I brought you a local newspaper.

Frédéric Ouimet is not Yannick.

And you know what, Steve? I'm glad.

That's great fucking news.

At least he's not dead.

JF?

You'll wake the kids.

Stop.

You reek.

I fucking love you.

I love you, too. Really?

Who's that?

Who's that? My little treasure's awake.

Daddy's little treasure.

No!

JF. You can see her tomorrow. Let's go to bed.

I love you all!

I love you all.

I fucking love you!

What happened yesterday? Did you hang up or did your cell die?

The call dropped.

I called you back. Did you get my message?

Yes, but I why should I dig up those old photos of your brother?

I want to see them.

Because Jean-Jean told me Steve still claims he didn't fuck with the boat

and that my dad and my brothers were part of the deal.

He's always said that. That's nothing new.

We can't start questioning the investigators' work now.

Your brother was clearly on the boat.

I can pull the file out next time.

Are you really doubting this?

It bugs me that Steve is still trying to convince them.

I don't want my mom and my son thinking I wanted to screw them.

That wasn't the deal. I want proof.

Remind me later. I can't take care of that today, I'm on the road, OK?

OK. Bye.

How's your headache?

Did it help seeing the therapist?

How was it?

She wants to see me in Quebec once a week to monitor my progress.

And the Saint-Georges investigators, how did your talk with them go?

Fine. Like I told you, nothing happened.

Oh, really?

They didn't want to talk to you about Frédéric Ouimet?

Did they find him?

No. They think it was suicide.

Really?

Is that related to the threat you got?

It wasn't a threat. That guy was fucked up.

How did you find out?

Marcil told me.

I wish you had told me.

How long do you need the money?

However long it takes to pay you back.

I'll make it worth your while.

I can do 5,000, but not 10,000.

What's been going on with you?

It's my aunt in Australia.

Didn't I tell you this?

Yes, a little.

She's bankrupt. She's my only family.

I wish I could help her.

I know she'll sort it out.

Ask your father-in-law.

I'm sure he'd help.

No, no.

This stays between us. He has enough on his plate.

I don't want to tell Brigitte either. She needs to focus on her campaign.

What did you say last night?

You saw a car?

Yes. It was a stolen car.

How do you know?

It was my friend's license plate.

He didn't even realize it had been stolen.

Here. What you asked me.

Thanks.

They're perfect. You have the cash?

Yeah.

Does your guy do car body work?

I'll find out and get back to you.

Nice bicycle, man.

Oh, my God, sir.

-It's my fault. -It's all good.

-It's an old car. -No, no.

-My insurance will pay. -Hey, no photos.

-No photos. Ma'am. -My insurance will cover this.

-It's fine. -Don't worry, I have great insurance.

-Calm down, sir. -I'm calm.

OK? Thanks.

Yes?

It's me. Can you talk?

What's going on?

I had a car accident.

Where are you? The apartment.

I'm on my way.

-Hi. -Hi.

Jean Gauguin? Yes.

Thomas Chamberland.

I'm here about Yannick Moreau.

I know you're in contact.

She's crazy. She kept taking photos. Now the cops have the plates. Fuck.

Where's the car?

Three blocks away, but I have to get going, because...

There's something I didn't tell you. Shit.

As of tomorrow, I'll be in violation of probation.

I was supposed to visit my parole officer.

You said you didn't have one.

I didn't think it would take this long to get the cash.

I have your cash. But you can't go anywhere in that car now.

I can't buy another car.

Listen. I did my part, now you need to do yours, dammit.

We'll destroy the car, find you a new one,

then I'm done with you, you got that?

You never saw me, we never spoke. OK?

You're like a fucking child.

Thanks.

So, if I understand correctly, you tell him what's going on here

and he says nothing.

The less I know, the better. We agreed on that long ago.

You do realize any contact you have with him

could be traced via your phone or your computer.

Anything you say, really.

No one suspects I'm in touch with him. I'm very careful.

Really?

I'm not so sure.

I stole it while you made my coffee.

Yannick calls you on this?

So if I really wanted to, I could find his number.

Listen.

I know you're a good man. You've stayed out of trouble.

But you put Yannick's life in danger by contacting him.

Your life, too.

I understand.

From now on,

if you have to tell him something, call me, I'll pass on the message.

Because I'm untraceable.

And use a password.

Does Yannick know you're here?

I have nothing to hide.

Is this related to Pascal's disappearance?

Among others.

How long ago did he disappear?

A week ago.

I wasn't sure what time you'd get here.

We're talking, honey. You can keep playing, OK?

Mom's working. Go on.

And the door-to-door visits?

My team's across the street. We'll be working all afternoon.

Then I have a meeting. I won't be back until 7 p.m.

No rush.

I'll make dinner.

Thank you.

I was hoping JF would get more involved.

But he's stressed.

Yeah.

Joe told me.

Really?

Money problems. We all have them.

I know he loves us.

But I feel like he's always somewhere else.

This is a topic in itself.

He's seeing a therapist. That's new.

I hope that helps.

He... keeps so many secrets.

Has he always been like this? With you, I mean?

Yes and no.

Closed off, yes. But...

He's always had nightmares.

I spoke to my girl. She's never heard of your husband.

But they were there at the same time.

If they were there at the same time, they must have known each other.

My girlfriend said there were only 20 people in the unit.

Did you ask your husband? Mary-Josée Drouet. Everyone knew her.

No. He doesn't know I'm here.

Why? You think he'd be against it?

Probably. I don't know half of what he went through.

He won't talk about it.

I think he'd be ashamed to know I'm here.

Anyway, listen, I'm sure she just doesn't remember.

I still have the website link.

I can tell you what year he served.

It might help you.

Thank you. We'll talk soon.

Take a bag.

See you, man. Thanks, bro.

Tom. Yes?

We found Ouimet's body.

Murder or suicide?

Murder.

Unless he wrapped himself up before killing himself.

Where did you find the body?

Far from the house, behind an abandoned factory.

Some teenagers found it.

You have no choice, you'd better talk. I know everything.

You'd better lay it all out on the table. You're in deep shit.

Not here. I'll tell you everything I know, but I won't do it here.