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Who rented room 729?

- Ms Esther Smith, from Montreal. - Where is this Ms Smith?

Her university colleagues say she was in Quebec City for an expert panel.

- Monique! - Edmond Chamfort.

So we want a tunnel instead of a bridge,

- and Chamfort is on our side? - Obviously.

Maybe I could just...

Not during a case, not in your state of mind.

- Hubert Philippin. - Remember the flyover on the 353?

What's he doing here?

He did time for criminal negligence.

They used cheap cement to save money.

- How many people died? - Mum!

I don't know, but it explains the cement.

THE 353 TRAGEDY

Twelve dead, 30 injured, many of them seriously.

You realise how many people had good reason to want Philippin dead?

The children, the parents of the victims, their friends, families.

Contact Esposito. Tell her to locate every single one.

Sorry, but the man may have had enemies for other reasons.

We'll start by identifying those who were in the vicinity last night.

With the hotel staff and guests, that's a lot of people.

Good luck, ladies.

Given the cement in the bathtub, that limits who we're looking for.

In theory, yes, but not in practice.

Shout when you have a cause of death. OK, let's go.

Where?

THE WALL

DAY 1 TUESDAY 4PM

- You said you had experience? - Yes.

When I was in high school, in a motel along Highway 20.

I mostly charged credit cards and handed out keys.

What exactly does a porter do?

It's basically making guests feel comfortable.

If they're cold or hungry, or if they need anything...

- We take care of it. - OK, OK.

But what we mostly do...

is cart luggage around.

Remy, how many times have I told you

to use a cart when you have more than two suitcases?

Your cart's right there.

Hurry, you should be on the third floor by now.

- Gentlemen, if you don't mind.

That's the room of a friend. What happened?

Nothing, just a burst pipe.

What's your friend's name?

- Esther Smith. Why? - We had to turn the water off.

But we're on it, it should be resolved soon.

OK.

Have a nice day, sir.

OK, rule number one:

don't pry into our clients' private lives, OK?

Yes, boss.

Are you OK?

I don't have that name.

Is that the dead man?

Can you check if he's stayed at the hotel in recent weeks?

Sorry, no Hubert Philippin anywhere.

You said you'd had a CCTV failure before.

About a year ago, a hacker.

The company said they'd solved the problem, but...

Send me what you have and the company's contact details. Thanks.

- Yes, I... - Excuse me.

Did my parents leave my meds with you? I need to take them.

Just a message. They're visiting the Parliament, but it's closed now,

- then they were going to dinner. - At the Spaghetti Plaza? OK.

Thanks.

Sorry about that, sir.

- Sir? - Oh, sorry.

Is the young lady staying here with her parents at the moment?

- Why, do you know them? - No...

Just pure curiosity.

You know..

Say, the conference room, tomorrow morning...

I sent you all the info we found on Philippin.

- Forensics are at his flat. - Perfect.

Anything else?

I know why Esther Smith's been coming to Quebec City so often.

Go on.

She's on an expert panel that's doing feasibility studies

for the construction of a third link to the south shore.

Feasibility studies?

To determine where and how they'll build the famous third link.

On the nature of the soil, the impact on the environment and on traffic,

if it's a bridge or a tunnel and so on.

So they're inventing scientific arguments

to make us swallow a political decision?

Celine, anything that costs 10 billion is bound to be political.

And Philippin's death during the engineer's convention...

It won't help matters.

The social acceptability of a project that's dividing public opinion.

- Planning on running for office? - Maybe.

Now, I'll keep investigating regardless of your politician friends' fears.

Jacques is a great boss,

but never forget he was appointed by politicians.

We got the videos from the ferry.

Their system is kind of old, so the images aren't great.

- Any cameras on those old boats? - Just on the footbridge.

And in the waiting area, but look...

That's Esther Smith.

I spoke to a security agent, everyone knew her on the ferry.

She often takes it alone at night, leaves her car in staff parking,

does 3 or 4 return trips staring all»around.

She must be thinking about the third link.

Maybe. Beyond that, it's always the same.

- She gets off and leaves. - A kind of ritual.

Sort of.

- The staff think she's autistic. - That explains her odd diary. Check.

She boarded at 5:54pm.

- What time did she disembark? - That's the weird thing.

I went over everything ten times. She didn't get off.

Could she have jumped or been pushed off?

Relax!

She could've disembarked with someone she met on the boat or had plans with.

I haven't watched that video yet,

but apparently you can't see inside the cars at night.

She's not answering her phone,

her car's been abandoned and she's not been at work.

- Report her disappearance. - OK.

326 is here.

A TUNNEL TO THE FUTURE

CHARACTERISTICS OF THE SITE

Everything OK?

Yes, just rolling along.

On Monday, at 5:50pm,

Esther Smith boards the ferry and disappears.

14 hours later, Philippin is found dead in her hotel room.

- Two engineers. - A former engineer.

Philippin was barred because of the flyover collapse.

And an engineering professor who was so respected

that she ended up on an expert panel

of a major third link project at the tender age of 40.

A man and a woman at opposite ends of professional success.

Philippin was 25 years older, but could they have been lovers?

Based on their social positions, it'd be surprising, but not impossible.

- Any word on Ms Smith's autism? - Maybe.

Let me see.

OK.

It'll take a couple of days,

but Esposito requested access to Smith's phone communications.

And her mother confirmed that Smith has autism issues.

It must be a mild case, for someone in her profession.

- You studied psychology... - You're well informed.

What are relationships like for such people?

How are they for you?

- I'm single, so fantastic. - We have that in common at least.

But yes, her symptoms must have been mild.

Maybe tending toward Asperger's. It makes sense for a researcher.

So her relationships could vary wildly.

- What about a violent streak? - Like casting someone in cement?

- That sort of thing. - There's a lot of bias on autism.

They can have tantrums, but they're not known to be especially violent.

I saw a lot of people having tantrums,

but not filling a bathtub with cement.

Who have you seen? Your mum, your sister?

Lots of people. I said lots of people.

- That's what you said. - Yes.

If Esther Smith didn't kill Philippin, she may be dead too.

- Can I say that or should I relax? - You can say that.

But you should relax too.

What was in your gin last night?

No idea, but it was too much.

Did you catch a cold? It's usually me.

- And no stupid jokes all day. - I'm just a bit cold.

What's wrong?

MURDER AT THE CHATEAU: VICTIM IDENTIFIED

Jo... Jo!

- Careful. - Let go of me!

- Give me my pills. - Hey...

- Give me my pills. - It's no time for your lectures.

Two for tonight and two for tomorrow.

- Samuel. - Let it go.

Go and get her some water!

What, you want a photo?

Here, Jo.

He's dead.

That son of a bitch.

OK, now give me a recap.

Didn't you just read the file?

I want to see if you can recapitulate the essentials.

OK. Hubert Philippin:

65, divorced, ex-engineer.

Esther Smith was his student at Laval University.

Since doing time for criminal negligence, his life is in a shambles.

After his release, he lived like a hermit.

His wife left him while he was in prison.

She says he became wracked with guilt.

No known relationships since.

But why was he deemed solely responsible?

Two engineers always sign the plans.

Philippin didn't even draw up the plans.

He was in charge of making sure the work was done to standard.

The contractor used cheap cement.

- Philippin didn't notice. - Or didn't speak up.

The contractor wasn't convicted?

It was Philippin's job to identify the error.

The firm that designed the project was Chamfort Industries.

The boss, Edmond Chamfort, was at Chateau last night.

We'll meet him too.

- You two are still here? - Look who's talking.

I've double-checked the police questionings of the guests.

What's interesting is who they didn't manage to question.

Two flyover victims, a mother and daughter.

They survived with injuries, but the youngest son died.

They're still at the hotel, the father too.

The daughter was staying on Philippin's floor.

It's almost too perfect.

We'll question them in the morning.

Lots of engineers for the convention too.

Many of them must have known Philippin.

Most of them are checking in today,

but they might have arrived in town earlier.

Everything OK?

I think Hubert Philippin and Esther Smith were lovers.

The last ones go back a few weeks.

I told you she was good at deductions.

Impressive.

Have a nice evening.

- How do you do it? - What?

The convention just started and you're already friends with everyone.

I did some work in advance.

Still...

And everyone wants to be seen as environmentally-friendly.

Celine thinks it's not the environment you care about.

Yes.

Celine was hurt, betrayed...

But I want you to know that, despite all my flaws,

all those years we were separated,

I always loved you, both of you.

I still love you.

Me too, Dad.

Me too, Dad.

I need to take this call. It's important.

How are you, dear Hans?

Yes, he's dead.

About time our shift ended.

Much more tiring than doing reception.

Thanks for being so patient.

Think I'll get as good as Remy?

Depends on what Sylvie says when I tell her about your day.

What's there to say? We just moved luggage all day.

But one of us rummaged through them.

- Are you kidding me? - Hey, I saw you.

If something goes missing, we all look like thieves.

- I'm sick of partners like you. - I didn't take anything.

Nothing worth stealing then. I know your type!

I swear that..

Did she come here often?

Fuck.

- Will that be all? - Yes.

But you'll need to remain at our investigators' disposal.

- OK, thanks. - Thank you.

It's OK, I didn't call the cops on you.

They're here for the dude in the cement.

I'll explain everything, but they can't see me.

OK.

Stay here, I'll go and get your clothes.

Yes.

I'll buy you a beer after, OK?

Despite what he'll try to make you think, only work matters to him.

It's true he can be clumsy.

He wants us to get reacquainted.

To forget the past, to give each other a chance.

- It's not about that. - It's not because you...

Because what? What does it have to do with me?

Nothing, and I want it to stay that way.

Fine by me, but you're the one who called me.

- Perfect. - Exactly. Perfect.

Did he tell you he was an industrial spy?

That's how he justifies everything.

"I had no choice but to lead a double life!"

I almost felt sorry for him.

- He was a spy? - No.

A petty thief of industrial secrets. He didn't tell you?

Not in those words, but it doesn't change anything.

William wears ties and drinks 50-dollar glasses of scotch,

but he's no better than your old biker friends!

You can't help yourself. You have to ruin everything.

- I hope you'll be happy together. - Thank you.

So, where do we go?

We can grab a 12-pack and go to my place, it's not far.

I can't stand bar music.

But first, I should tell you I'm a cop.

Man, you'll have to do better than that.

You almost crapped your pants when you saw that cop.

I am a cop, but I'm not on that case.

So you can't be there. It makes sense.

- Then what case are you on? - None right now.

- Are you a cop or not? - I'm on sick leave.

- Mental illness? - Yes.

PTSD.

OK.

Then why are you working as a porter and searching guests' luggage?

Is there any way..

I could crash on your sofa tonight?

Yes, if you're in a bind.

Cool. I'll get a 24-pack.

I need to warn you. It's been a while since I've cleaned the place.

I forgot to ask. How much does a porter make?

Don't be fooled, my aunt owns this building.

She rents it to me dirt cheap, bills included.

Not bad.

I know you said so yourself, but you're mentally ill?

I didn't know 25-year-olds still got off on old Quebecois music.

What happens if you get caught investigating on the sly?

It can't be worse than if I don't.

- Meaning? - I'd go nuts.

But you already are.

I'm taking a risk, but I'm not totally nuts yet.

If I stay idle for another week, I can't answer for my actions.

Yes, but...

How about other activities?

Snowboarding, winter camping, ice fishing, I don't know.

I have months of therapy behind me.

I did meditation, damn yoga...

What I need to do is show Celine I'm ready.

Then, regardless of what my shrink says,

if Celine has my back, so will Jacques, and I'll return to Homicide.

I know nothing about the police, but I'd be surprised if...

And I'll be needing you.

How's that?

You've got nothing to lose, you could help me.

Investigate?

- A murder? - Yes.

For the police?

Yes, but indirectly.

I'll pay you 500 dollars a week to sleep on your sofa

and for information.

- 500 dollars? - Deal?

DAY 2 WEDNESDAY 9:15AM

He fell down some stairs?

- He was punched. - Was that the cause of death?

No, he got badly beaten up, but not enough to kill him.

He died from asphyxiation, with a pillow or something.

Could the blows have been given after his death?

The bruises would be less spread out.

No blood on his pillows, and the bedding was complete.

I don't know what they smothered him with,

but the killer's DNA must be somewhere.

We'll ask the hotel if there were extra pillows somewhere.

Or maybe a bathrobe. If so, we'll need to find them.

Anything else?

His hands and feet were bound by cable ties, hands behind his back.

No hairs or other traces of DNA?

Not yet, but we haven't finished the tests.

All that was in the cement?

Mostly in his trouser and coat pockets.

Except for his wallet and this.

- What's that symbol? - No idea.

I'm sure Celine thinks the murder was premeditated.

- That's the angle she'll explore. - Why?

You kill someone on impulse,

you don’t cast them in cement in a bathtub.

Try finding cement in the middle of the night.

We finished the 24-pack and I only had nine.

How can you even function this morning?

By drinking every night since my wife died.

Maybe that's why they won't reinstate you.

If they knew, maybe, but they don't.

So you think the guy hadn't planned the murder?

That the cement was a last-minute thing?

I don't know, but I hope so. It's the only way I can beat Celine.

He could be a psychopath.

Two in a row? I'd be surprised.

- What are we looking for? - Cement bags.

First, thank you, Mr Chamfort, for making time during the convention.

Tell us about your relationship with Hubert Philippin.

I know you'd known him a long time.

The flyover collapse obviously caused friction between us.

His negligence,

the impact on my company's reputation...

I had nothing to do with it. My plans were impeccable.

I still took a hit. Even my son had to quit the company to find a new job.

Yes, the 353...

It's impossible to forget.

What's your relationship with Esther Smith?

Did they really find him in her room?

Answer the question.

Esther..

Everyone in the business knows Esther.

But the reason she did so well at university

is largely thanks to Hubert.

He took her under his wing.

- Only under his wing? - What?

Well, they remained close.

That's all I know.

Thank you, Mr Chamfort.

Nothing at the Grison Street worksite. You?

No, nothing.

Man, I'm cold.

I know the neighbourhood by heart. No other worksites around here.

Your guy couldn't have hauled a big bag of cement that far.

What would it prove that he stole the cement?

That he didn't buy it in advance, that it wasn't premeditated.

It'd change the motive and type of criminal.

And Celine will be looking at the premeditated angle.

If we're on the same track, I'll never catch up to her.

Wouldn't it be better to help her instead of trying to beat her?

I don't want to beat her,

just get to the same place, but thanks to me.

Just tell us what you see.

It's the camera by the staff entrance.

At 7:45pm, on the night of the murder.

Did you screen it before sending it to us?

Not the back one, it didn't seem relevant.

What's that?

A hockey stick?

Someone used it to move the security camera.

There's also a piece of wood jamming the door lock.

- Is that normal? - I've sent memos.

- The lock jams in the cold. - So anybody can get in?

But no one ever does, except for delivery people and staff.

- You think it's an employee? - As you've said, anyone could get in.

But it's much easier for staff, don't you think?

It can't be.

You think the stick is the killer's?

We'll keep that to ourselves until we charge someone.

Till then, stay vigilant.

And we looked into the security camera failure

the night of Philippin's murder.

It was indeed a hacker.

Strange coincidence, no?

Report any odd behaviour by both guests and staff.

OK.

One last thing.

Have a seat.

What's this car?

It's a tourist service car.

It's for guided tours. They often pick up clients here.

- But they didn't pick up anyone. - Maybe the client didn't show up.

The driver didn't wait long.

- You have their phone number? - They have a website.

Can I go now? I have a hotel to run.

Is your dealer still selling? I owe you one.

I thought you'd be relieved about Philippin.

Me too.

But no.

You?

It won't bring my sister back.

But I feel that now..

I'll be able to turn the page.

Do you have any extra on you, anything at all?

Jo...

In the meantime...

Thanks.

I'm not unhappy. It was about time he croaked.

I won't deny it.

Please, I asked you what time you left your daughter's room.

How would I know?

At around 9:30pm.

- You returned straight to your room?

- Your husband was with you? - Yes.

Did you go out again that night?

No.

I was exhausted, I slept like a log.

And your husband, did fie go out?

I just said I slept like a log.

He didn't go out. Why would he have gone out?

Who was driving the day of the accident?

When the flyover collapsed on your car.

Was it your husband Samuel?

It was me.

Samuel and I had quarrelled.

He flew off the handle.

He started breaking everything in the house.

I grabbed the kids and the car keys and started driving like crazy.

I should never have left.

- It's all my fault. - It's not your fault.

I'd slept with another man. That's why we were arguing.

It's all my fault.

The concierge said you seemed scared of him.

His face brings back bad memories.

Want me to draw you a picture?

I understand, but...

I saw Philippin in the lobby, then I went back up to my room.

I didn't see him after that. Period.

- Need me to say it again? - What's with you, Joanie?

We're on a first-name basis now?

As you wish.

I've taken some tranquillisers. It always makes me woozy at first.

Sorry.

Is Philippin's death stressing you out?

No, life stresses me out.

Are you a shrink or a cop, madam?

Ms Prevost, where were you on Wednesday night?

In this hotel, in my room.

I took sleeping pills at around 9pm and didn't wake up till noon.

Surely my mum told you that.

You have no idea what Philippin was doing in the same hotel?

No.

Ms Constant, any other relevant questions?

Thank you, Ms Prevost.

Yes? Where's Samuel Prevost?

We don't know, he's not answering our calls.

Then find him and bring him in.

Why are you always pushing my buttons and talking to me like a schoolkid?

Till yesterday, you were a schoolkid.

I'll talk like that till you're a pro, getting your badge isn't enough.

- Then when? - I'll tell you when.

And yes, I'm pushing your buttons, to get to know you better.

So you can use my weaknesses against me.

You know I lack confidence, so you're testing my limits.

Good call, but you think I'm doing it to be cruel.

It's true I'm kind of enjoying it,

but that's not the main goal.

Nearly everyone who joins the police doesn't have a criminal soul,

but even those with the noblest of intentions have their flaws.

Big egos, sore points, a screwed-up family life...

In short, weaknesses.

At Homicide, we're not chasing altar boys.

If you want to be my partner, I need to know your strengths.

They could save my life.

But I need to know your weaknesses too, they could be my death.

If I were you, I'd start identifying mine fast.

Want a list of what I have so far?

Got 30 minutes?

- Maybe I should give up... - Yes.

Let's go.

- Fuck. - What?

I left my phone at home.

We’ll-be late. I don't want to draw attention to myself.

It’s just a short detour. Come on.

Wait!

Yes.

- No more bullshit, OK? - What bullshit?

You're not here to protect the environment.

Forward Green International, your NGO, it's a front.

Your way into the third link project.

I don't know why, but you'll tell me right now.

- I can't, Sophie. - You don't get it.

I want to work together for real.

What I really do

- isn't exactly legal. - Who cares?

If I tell you, you'll be running a risk.

The bigger the risk, the bigger the pay.

I thought you took this job to spend time with your dad.

I always like mixing business with pleasure.

I think I got that from you, didn't I?

I'll have to speak with my associates first, of course.

And make sure you have what it takes.

- My ex-husband, Sophie's dad. - What?

I realised too late that you'd taken photos of the agenda.

So you admit it?

You tampered with the evidence to protect someone you know?

Temporarily, to make sure he wasn't involved.

- Bullshit. - Where are you going?

I'm filing a complaint for misconduct.

- You won't do that, Daphne. - No? Just watch me.

If they take you off the case, will they take me off too?

Yes. They'll give it to a new team.

At least until they finish the ethics inquiry. No choice.

Samuel Prevost flew the coop.

He popped out for food,

didn't come back, and now his car's gone.

OK. I'll put out a search alert.

No, Mum, I haven't seen him since last night.

He probably went out and lost track of time. OK?

That's right, see you soon.

You're sure his hands were bloody?

Yes.

I remember seeing him,

but I was so buzzed out, I could've imagined it.

And you really think he did it?