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Dave's not there.

He's opened on time for 10 years.

Just let me pack up my computer.

The killer chooses victims who were already victims.

Maybe I shouldn't tell you this,

- but I'd want to know. - What?

- Don't hide things. Is it that bad? - I need another 10 million dollars.

I'll pay you back as soon as the minister confirms the grant.

Helene thought her daughter was controlled by an evil spirit.

- My God! - I already miss you, master.

I wasn't a good mum. Even if you'd understood,

- there's nothing you could've done. - If I'd understood what?

DAY 6 MONDAY 5:20PM

Hey, honey.

Feel like having a drink?

I went to the Fertek, but you weren't there.

I'm at the funeral and can't get away.

But text me where you are

and I'll meet you later if I can, OK?

Bye.

I invited you because it's high time our families met

and got to know each other.

Whatever my daughter told you about me...

Sophie told us nothing about you,

and not much about herself either. She had a rough childhood.

I understand if she doesn't want to talk about it.

You've changed your tune.

Did your girlfriend tell you what she used to do?

She was a stripper and a drug addict.

- You knew. - That's how we met. Are you done?

No.

No, because it wasn't just 10-dollar dances.

It often went further, right?

Shut up, Mum.

Do you know who she was with \ right before you?

- No and I don't want to. - What are you trying to pull?

The top dog of the Thunder Bikes, the Quebec City chapter.

You know why she left him?

Not because he sold fentanyl or contracted hits on people, no.

Because her mother slept with him.

If I hadn't, Sophie would still be in prison.

- What? - It was during Operation Coyote.

The SQ had moles in every biker gang.

They carried out a big drug raid and arrested all the big shots.

You would've been caught up in it.

Are you telling me

the best idea you had to keep me away was to sleep with my boyfriend?

You'd rather I warned you and ruined the operation?

I did all I could to wean you off him.

You know what?

You're not just a goddamn bitch, you're a fucking nutjob.

Maybe.

But I don't regret what I did.

I'm proud of you.

Despite everything.

I always have been.

Don't look at me like that.

I asked around, like you should have before trusting that whore.

Do something, Jules!

What do you want from me? Say what you have to say.

- She'll wreck everything. - Only if we let her.

And Diane’s making it worse.

She's mad because you have sway over Jules,

but you've proved you deserve it.

Your dad needs me until the minister arrives.

- Then he'll get rid of me. - Sophie...

I don't think the minister will come.

What? Because of the sabotage?

Partly. The Sept-Iles refineries are breathing down his neck.

One of their bosses called me.

The whole city's falling apart.

After she's through with it, there'll be nothing left.

THE WALL

You've been laundering money for crime syndicates to save your mine.

Bullshit.

Yesterday, you asked Montreal mafioso Sergio Dufort for millions of dollars.

I've got proof.

But don't worry, it's not admissible in court.

In a phone conversation with Dufort in September,

you said you were scared of the "Chinese guy".

Where did you get that? You're investigating a murder.

Why are you scared of the Chinese guy?

A Chinese financier has his eye on the mine.

He wants me to bend over so he can buy it for peanuts.

He thinks I can't afford to wait until iron prices go up.

And you can't. I told you, you should sell.

- You took money from the Mafia? - Shut up!

Did one of these Chinese guys come to Fermont recently?

- Or is he still here? - Not that I know of.

The guy we're looking for might be from here,

someone who speaks Chinese.

- Bob speaks Chinese. - No, he doesn't.

Hey, when he worked at the gold mines in Africa,

weren't his bosses Chinese?

- Who's Bob? - It was 10 years ago.

- He just knows a few words. - Who is he?

He's an old friend, an engineer, Robert Fournier.

- Any relation to Justine Fournier? - Yes, her uncle.

- Was he sleeping with her? - What?

Was your brother sleeping with your daughter?

- Stop it! This isn't the time. - Was he?

- Mum. - Answer me!

What difference does it make? It's a bit late to open your eyes.

- You knew? You both knew? - Justine didn't want me to tell you.

- You've known for a long time? - Calm down.

That fishing trip for her 14th birthday?

- No. - Did you kill her?

- No. - You did!

It wasn't me.

- Child rapist! - Stop!

Child rapist!

- Hello? - Alex!

The Chinese guy is Robert Fournier. Is he there?

- Yes. - Bring him to the station.

- Right now? - Right now.

OK.

- You bastard! - It wasn't me!

Rapist! Rapist!

Fabienne...

Wait!

You think I slept with Jerome, but I've never cheated on you!

Fabienne, wait!

Don't come near me. You'll regret this.

But...

I'm not mad about the truck.

I wondered if you were scared of me.

Then I thought about it and figured that wasn't it.

You've been running away from me for 16 years.

This is something else. Then I got it.

Where are we going

Basically...

you're sick of seeing your brother.

You're running from his ghost which is still in your head.

I know because..

He's still in my head too.

After everything I've put in and everything I've lost.

Everything I've done and everything I regret.

But you can't run away from that.

You need to learn to live with it.

And figure out a way not to have regrets.

- No, Dad, no. - Don't stop me.

You fucking hypocrite

All this time you looked down on me!

Insulted me, but you were covering for him, you arsehole!

Take that, you fucking coward!

- Stop, Dad! - No!

You fucking arsehole! Take that!

Arsehole!

Go ahead, he's... Anyway, good night.

Good night.

I told you I'm wrong sometimes.

But you didn't sleep with me to get revenge, that I know.

I don't need your brilliant behavioural analysis right now.

Alex, I'm sorry.

- Truly, I am. - Yes...

- Shall we? - Yes, but I'll lead, OK?

Where were you on the night of Saturday 12th?

I loved her, Alex. You have to believe me.

Where were you at midnight on Saturday 12th?

Midnight? At home.

- Doing what? - I don't know, nothing special.

You'll have to be a bit more specific.

I watched TV and waited.

- Waited for what? - You have to believe me.

At 11:30 on Saturday night, you texted Justine saying:

"What time can I pick you up? You know I hate waiting."

She replied at 11:35, "At 1am. Please, master. XXX."

"Master"? That's what your niece called you?

Alex...

Around 12:30am, a witness saw Justine get on a black Ski-Doo

driven by a guy in a Winterbird helmet. Sound familiar?

Yes. No, no...

I waited for her in the car park

at 1am, but she never came out.

You have a black Ski-Doo and a Winterbird helmet?

Yes, but she didn't come out.

Look.

Are you filming? Are you the one insulting her?

No, that was a game we played.

Oh, yes? Does she look like she's having fun?

- It was always consensual. - Oh, yes? When did it start?

- She wanted to. - When she was 14?

When you went on a fishing trip? Or before, at 12, 11?

No! Where the hell do you get off?

Where the hell do you get off? Who's to say it's wrong to be in love? Who?

Maybe I loved her too much.

A girl doesn't become a stripper because she's too loved, Bob.

She becomes a coked-up stripper

because the adults who are supposed to love and protect her

have taken advantage of her.

Girls do that because someone has destroyed their self-esteem,

guys like you, to feel strong or get their rocks off!

Look at her. Look at her, that's her.

You did this. Look.

Know him? Young Gregoire. Was that you too?

What do you make of that? He was 9!

And Desmarais, did he know too much?

Come on!

Did you get hold of her?

She's at a friend's, she won't speak to me.

She suggested you sleep at my place?

It's up to you.

You still don't think he's the killer?

The victims were already victims.

Justine was the killer's victim because Robert mistreated her.

- If Robert was her tormentor... - He could be both.

The tormentor and the killer.

You said yourself the killer wants to get caught.

So he could also confess to being her tormentor.

He could be the tormentor and the killer.

What do I know?

Hey, Chantal! I just finished my shift.

I got your message. Still fancy a send-off party?

Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but I'd want to know.

What?

After what you did to Fournier, you're going to Baie-Comeau.

- Do I need to handcuff you? - You never know.

Fine.

Drolet!

He'd been sleeping with her since she was 13 or 14.

Did you see the videos? He hit her.

He humiliated her, and it wasn't for pleasure.

It was to crush her. You should’ve seen it.

But he didn't kill her? Or Greg?

That's what they say.

Want to go for a smoke?

- Will Bruno be in prison for long? - I don't know.

I can't wait till everything's back to normal.

- You're knocking off early today? - I'm going for a smoke.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- You OK? - I guess.

Who left him his belt in the state he was in?

Right.

If he did it, it'll be harder to prove.

Bedard will go through his things.

Robert Fournier was in Nigeria when Gregoire was murdered.

Fuck!

But a witness saw Justine get on his Ski-Doo.

Yes, but I think the killer used a black Ski-Doo

and put on a suit like Robert's and a Winterbird helmet.

Justine got on, no questions asked, half an hour before the agreed time?

She may have put it off, but then her master showed up.

OK.

The killer knew she'd go out to smoke and if he showed up earlier,

she'd have to get on. It's fucked up, but possible.

Our killer plans everything in detail,

from the Ski-Doo suit to the Chinese mask.

- But something's not right. - What?

Something's missing.

The mask.

The scuba mask that left a mark on Desmarais' face.

Was that part of the staged scene? Why didn't he leave it on?

And is the mask connected to the rowing boat?

It's weird, but I see the rowing boat as a kind of shelter

that added to the feeling of comfort and protection

The killer wanted to create.

- Don't you think? - Yes, maybe.

Is the scuba mask the killer's calling card, like the perfume,

or does it point to Desmarais' tormentor?

We know Desmarais was tormented by the entire town.

- Help me, Alex! - Sorry, I slept badly.

Enough with all the symbolism. Where does it get us?

We have no witnesses.

The only clues we have are the ones the killer left.

We need to analyse them.

The workers' doctor admitted lying, Desmarais didn't have a sore back.

- Did he have other health problems? - He didn't examine him.

Who asked for a fake diagnosis? Desmarais, to get paid leave?

Well... No.

They don't want 3,000 jobs lost in an election year.

If the Chinese buy it, they'll hire people.

Not as many, but they can wait till ore prices go up.

Can I have a word?

Psychological harassment doesn't magically turn into backache.

You really didn't know?

I made the decision.

I was protecting the mine's image at a crucial time.

But there's lots of harassment in a company like this.

And the mine's image wasn't that threatened.

Unless there was a complaint against a manager.

I told you I didn't know.

Unless the harassment was so bad it could've led to criminal charges.

That’s nonsense. You have no proof.

Alex, call HQ and ask for a search warrant

for Ricard Mines' Human Resources offices.

If Desmarais filed a complaint, it'll be there.

Sophie, we have no time for this.

There's a killer on the loose. We need more info on Desmarais.

We won't make it public.

Mr Ricard, may I speak with you for a minute?

I have a few questions.

OK, tell me what you know.

Indeed, Frederic, the information comes from a reliable source.

/A serial killer is at work as we speak.

12h14

There are already three victims,

and yesterday,

a fourth person disappeared in Fermont,

having probably fallen into the clutches

of the man deservedly known as the Fermont Maniac.

Many other disturbing details combine

to draw a portrait of the horrible ritual

that the Maniac subjects his victims to.

In addition to the murder method and the feminine touches,

such as long, blonde hair and the perfume Summer Sigh,

the killer surrounds his victims with strange symbols.

The body of a 40-year-old male

was discovered a few days ago under an upturned rowing boat.

Marks on his face indicate that he was wearing a scuba mask

as he was dying.

This is Fanette Jasmin, reporting from Fermont.

- Hi, it's Anthony Lamontagne.

Hey. Hey, kiddo. It's been a while.

- How are you? - Good, thanks.

My dad asked me to call you because he needs to make bail.

Yes, I heard. He's got nothing to worry about.

- I'll take care of it. - Cool, thanks.

You know, I admire you, Anthony.

- Oh, yes? - Yes.

You've always had plans.

You've never been afraid to aim high, and yet...

you're not selfish, you think of others.

- Not always. - Your ambition inspires me, Tony.

But sometimes...

to reach our goal, we have to make sacrifices.

Louis-Philippe Ricard got his gang of thugs

to bully Desmarais more than usual.

Desmarais realised it and filed a complaint.

Why did Ricard do that?

Sophie says she doesn't know, and I believe her.

He's not picking up. We need to find him.

Did Dave have conversations with Louis-Philippe Ricard

- recorded on his computer? - No, no.

Louis-Philippe's phone wasn't tapped.

Hang on a minute.

Hey, Bedard.

I think I heard conversations between Ricard and Bruno Lamontagne, right?

Yes, it was around the 18th.

It's a bit sketchy. He asked him to find a spot...

Here it is.

- OK, let's listen. - Yes.

The key's on the metal bar above the vent.

OK, got it. You sure it's safe?

Yes, it belonged to the old coal mine.

The guy who bought it hasn't used it in ages.

I gave him 200 bucks, no questions asked.

It's the Ski-Doo we saw at Desmarais'.

Oh, shit!

Ricard is clearly the tormentor the killer was accusing.

You also said one of the tormentors could be the killer.

Symbolism aside, there was no mask at the crime scene.

He took off with a sled full of scuba gear.

The rest bothers me.

The mask's enough to bring him in for a chat.

- And the rest? - The prospecting gear is normal.

He might've found something on Desmarais' claim.

None of the big companies found anything there.

Why would he waste his time?

Maybe it was a good reason for Desmarais to move

- and abandon his claim. - Yes, but Desmarais is dead.

What happens then? The claim goes back to the state?

No, the claim goes to his heirs.

We'll need a bit of privacy.

You want the claim?' You won't get it.

That's what your son said and look how he ended up.

You killed him?

I have a proposition for you.

Sign here. I'll give you 50,000 dollars for the claim

and 2% of the profits, if there are any.

If there are any? The profits will be huge.

And you know it.

I also know no one will pay to prospect it again.

You can't do it yourself. Look how big it is.

Well, yes, it's big.

Except I know where to look.

The lake.

Right in front of Steven's cabin.

They didn't find anything anywhere.

Well, maybe they weren't looking for the right thing.

And I have money saved, enough to dig there.

You're nothing but a vulture. I'll die before you get the claim.

If you die, who will inherit it?

Steven?

Steven’s gone.

It'll go back to the Crown.

Who else but me would buy it?

Stop.

Stop it.

Sign.

Sign!

Don't move!

- Hand's up! - Calm down!

- Hands behind your head! - I'm doing it.

Is she OK?

- Turn around! - All right.

- Hands against the wall! - All right, all right.

12, Nordet Street, woman in her 60s, heart attack.

Legs apart!

The body of a 40-year-old man

was found a few days ago under an upturned rowing boat.

Marks on his face suggest

he was wearing a scuba mask as he was dying.

How could she know all the details?

God knows what I'll do if I catch whoever leaked.

We'll be bombarded with false tips.

The phone's already ringing off the hook.

- Phone calls are the least of it. - Think it'll degenerate?

A couple of angry guys decide that a fly-in-fly-out looks suspicious...

Let's stay on track.

We're dealing with a sick man, likely abused as a child.

He's broken.

The staged scenes with the perfume and wig

are what he never had.

A mother's protection and comfort.

By killing, he always feels like

he's freeing his victims from their tormentors,

- but now he's gone further. - In what way?

Now he needs to kill in order to live.

He has no time to be as selective about his victims,

but he's still targeting people who were hurt or humiliated.

By attacking the weak, he's trying to conquer his own weakness.

He won't succeed, but the maniac can't stop.

Bedard and Drolet, keep listening to the conversations Dave recorded.

The slightest injustice or dominating relationship

could be a reason to choose his next victim.

You don't have to talk about it, but are you going to sulk all day?

Pretty much.

And with his boss!

- That annoying old bag. - Don’t push it, Jerome, OK?

Does he know about us?

No, but that's not the same. It was a one-time mistake.

Dispatch to car 9764. Priority 1.

- At the old coal mine shed. - 10-4, on the way.

Hurry.

He says he was prospecting in a river on the next claim over,

which belongs to him, and found potassium minerals

that indicate diamonds in the vicinity.

He followed the river to its source and...

- 'desmarais' lake? - Yes.

He never harassed him?

Only with very generous offers to buy.

Still think he's our man?

I don't know what to think anymore.

Bedard's checking his alibis again, but no, it can't be him.

- Sure it's here? - Yes...

Hello?

It's the ambulance.

Sergeant.

They found Dave.

They found Jerome

and the ambulance, but...

not Fabienne.

- Fuck! - Calm down, Alex.

- We still might find her alive. - See what he did to Dave?

Strangled him, nothing staged! He's out to kill!

It's not the same thing. He probably asked questions

when he saw the app on Justine's and Desmarais' phones.

- He had to get rid of him. - Does he want to get caught?

Subconsciously, but not like this.

Fabienne was targeted, and we're her tormentors.

Fuck! I betrayed her, not you.

He used the letters P-A-P-A to accuse Bruno,

the Chinese mask to accuse Robert

and the scuba mask to accuse Ricard Junior.

He took Fabienne somewhere that's linked to you.

- Maybe, maybe not. - Think, Alex.

It's our last chance to find her alive. Is there a place?

- I don't know, our house? - No, Drolet checked there.

- Oh, fuck! - What?

My shack. My fishing shack.

I've not been in 2 years, but it's 10 minutes by Ski-Doo.

OK, let's go!

Good evening, can I help you?

The guy you're looking for,

I think it's my brother.

Follow me.

I see tracks. I'll check the shack.

- Look in the shed. - OK.

Celine! Look at this!

Alain.

Alain!

Yoo-hoo, it's me!

Alain!

Sleep, little child

You'll soon go to sleep, child