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- He'll freak out. - It's because of the Montcalm Room.

If I died tomorrow, there'd be at least 100,000 dollars per family.

Why am I here if there's nothing for me?

- One moment, Nathan. - You too, Ms Cadieux.

- Your sister died in the accident? - Anne.

Is Sylvie Cadieux your only accomplice?

It makes no sense. I was framed.

Lots of people had reason to want Mr Philippin dead.

Me first.

Hubert covertly started working on a new concrete.

- Where is this concrete? - I have no idea.

Who was Esther's new lover? She must have said something.

I might have something.

The night...

The night Philippin was found...

- The night of the murder. - The night of the murder.

I got a call.

A hotel guest wanted a grand tour, the works.

- And? - He never showed up.

The reason I remember

is because nobody wants to do the grand tour at night.

There's not much to see besides the Plains and the Ramparts.

I found it strange.

Maybe they wanted you to be at the hotel.

Do you have the phone number?

It must be somewhere in my phone.

But there was no name, just a number.

It didn't even ring when I called it.

What's the Montcalm Room?

What room?

Nathan, think twice before lying to me.

The Montcalm Room.

Goes back to the 1700s.

It's connected to the Regiment Society.

The Regiment... The private club?

Yes.

But the Montcalm Room is something else.

A sort of secret society?

Let's say they're a discreet society.

Who are the members?

Nathan, you're lucky

because right now I'm grateful for your cooperation.

When I'm not grateful, I wreck people's lives. Ask anyone.

And I have everything I need to wreck yours.

So, the Montcalm Room.

The members.

Originally, French and British officers.

But nowadays they're engineers, doctors, bankers,

top-ranking civil servants and politicians.

It's the chamber of commerce nobody's ever heard of.

Was Hubert Philippin a member?

He was, up until the flyover collapse.

They kicked him out immediately. Even before the investigation.

A very supportive club.

A bunch of cannibals.

It's the last place you'd find support.

Sylvie Cadieux?

Do you know why she was named in Philippin's will?

I have nothing more to tell you.

THE WALL

Macallan 1974.

- Not bad, right? - No.

You know, Bernard, all this,

the connections, the money, the 30-year-old scotch...

In the end,

it just depends on the choices you make, Bernard.

-I guess you made some good ones.

Talent,

ambition, intelligence... You have it all.

I noticed it the first time I met you.

But I remember

asking myself: Will he make the right choices?

There comes a time when you have to make the leap.

You can't float two boats all your life, Bernard.

Two boats?

Morin-Lavoie and Chamfort Industries.

Sorry for being blunt,

but one of those boats is leaking, you know which one.

My dad built Chamfort Industries.

Your dad... A son's loyalty is touching.

But I don't want you to go down in that boat.

That's nice of you, Geoff, but I think you underestimate my dad.

Let me ask you something.

Could you swear on your mum's life

that your dad had nothing to do with what happened to Philippin?

- My dad... - On your mum's life?

If you're sure, it shouldn't be hard.

How long have you kept her waiting?

- She'll get up and leave. - Yes. But no.

She's tired of hiding things.

Lying takes a lot of energy, especially for regular people.

We tend to forget that.

I wouldn't know.

Esposito said Nathan didn't make any calls,

not to Sylvie or to anyone.

I may have shown one of our cards.

- He knows we tapped his phone. - That could hurt us.

It helps us, he didn't talk to Sylvie.

Did you learn anything from the deputy minister?

Yes, but we'll discuss that later.

Your ex-husband, he was supposed to meet Esther Smith.

- Esposito did some digging. - Go on.

According to sources, he's not just working for a green lobby,

but also, and mostly, for a German engineering firm.

- Kaiserin. - Obviously.

The third link, the centre of gravity of the whole deal.

- What do you hope to find out? - Only...

what she doesn't want to tell me.

Know what's special about the taste of this scotch?

It’s...

very complex.

- Complex? - Yes.

Yes, if you will.

Any 12-year-old scotch

will have a complexity that you or I could appreciate.

No, that's not it.

You see,

there are only 527 bottles of this scotch on the planet,

and I have 12 of them.

Well, 11 and a half.

It's not the vanilla or leather, or the clover honey you're tasting,

it's the rarity, the privilege.

One develops a taste for it, Bernard.

Look..

The man who just arrived.

I doubt he'd swear on your mother's life.

Jacques Larocque, police commander.

You're not obliged to be here, so thank you.

- If you want juice or hot choc...

I'll be frank with you,

I know why you were named in Philippine will.

Guess it wasn't hard to figure out.

But if you know, Geoff will soon know too.

Geoff is so used to getting his own way,

he has a hard time seeing the world differently.

I have experience with that type.

The people around them are just objects.

Anne was another object. Like another car, another hotel.

But Anne was the love of my life

Was it Nathan who told you?

No.

You have no idea..

How much pull Geoff has,

how he manages to control everyone around him, bit by bit.

Until he ends up buying them.

Did he buy you too?

But you don't realise it.

You start liking the finer things.

You start thinking you deserve them.

A down payment for my condo, in one of his towers...

Another way for Geoff to control me.

Plus he could have me banned from working in the hotel business.

A few phone calls and I'd be lucky to get a job in Singapore.

Same thing for Nathan, a simple phone call.

- When did it start? - Anne and me?

At university.

We took a long break when she met Geoff.

Think what you like about him, Mr Peterson can be charming.

He has a way of inviting you into his circle, his bubble.

Of convincing you that you're special too, brilliant,

that the world is eager to fall at your feet.

But Anne came back to me.

A year...

A year and a half after the marriage,

she started to realise who Geoff Peterson really was.

She was going to leave him.

It was definitive.

When she drove under the flyover,

she was on her way to join me.

I was going to introduce her to my parents.

I know Geoff was abroad, but I find it hard to believe

he had nothing to do with what happened in his hotel.

Geoff Peterson's not even remotely implicated.

Even so,

you can be sure he knows ten times more than he lets on.

If he doesn't yet know about Anne and me,

he soon will.

Because you were named in the will and not him.

- Can I go now? - Yes.

- Yes? - The son just arrived.

Fine. But it's late, go home. Tomorrow, stay on him.

- What are we looking for? - He's looking, we're following.

Understood.

Ladies...

It just came in, Esther Smith's phone records.

Calls, text messages, it's all there.

Thanks, Esposito. Good job. I owe you a drink.

- Shall we make some coffee? - It's closer to cocktail hour.

Jacques has a stash in his office.

- Come on, out with it. - It's hopeless, Dad.

Hopeless? You said the guy was a genius.

He's an IT guy, not a magician.

Sometimes old operating systems have security holes, but no.

So not a damn computer on the planet

can try every single imaginable password

to break into that damn thing

Well, Silicon Valley is working on a quantum computer for that.

Do I look like I'm joking?

- What can I tell you? - I've tried everything.

All his addresses going back 30 years.

The name of his dog,

his phone numbers, social insurance number,

the name of his mum and girlfriends. Everything

And you knew him better than anyone, besides Esther.

If you don't hack that computer, there'll be hell to pay...

It's not the end of the world, Dad.

Maybe for Chamfort Industries, but not for Edmond Chamfort.

Esther, Esther...

Shall we check the last month?

It's late, I'll start with the last week.

Why do I get the feeling all the important calls

will be on untraceable burner phones?

If you don't like puzzles, find another line of work.

Does the name Alice ring a bell?

The messages are so trivial, it could be a secret code.

Her cousin, Alice Smith.

She lives in Nevada.

You really take background checks seriously.

When I'm solving a puzzle, I want all the pieces.

OK, playtime's over.

The night of the murder:

"Meet me at Chateau tonight." It's the last text.

- What's the number? - A damn burner.

But GPS puts her at the dock of the ferry.

That'd mean Esther Smith..

- Was going to meet Philippin. - The murderer.

Yes, both things are possible.

Wait, how many days did Martin say Esther's body had been...

4 days, minimum, in the water.

So Esther couldn't make a date on the night of the murder, she was...

In the river.

The person who killed Esther Smith has her phone.

That person arranged to meet Philippin in Esther's room.

If the killer had her phone, they may have had her room key, so...

When Samuel Prevost attacked Hubert in the room...

It's proof positive.

- There must have been... - Someone else in the room.

There was someone else in the room.

Hey, is that for 321?

OK. Let me. I'll give you the tip and an extra 20 dollars. OK?

- Joanie, wait. - Leave the breakfast and go.

- Joanie, let me explain. - Screw your explanations, Alex.

- Is Alex even your real name? - Yes, Alex Theberge.

- I was a cop... - Save your explanations.

All I know is you lied to me.

- If you let me explain... - No.

I don't have the time for it, or the strength.

My dad's in the hospital, my mum's freaking out,

and a nutjob put me in his will, that's enough to deal with.

I need to leave some things behind.

You're one of them.

OK.

THERMO-PORO ELASTICITY

COMMON PASSWORDS

My god.

The lady likes to travel...

"My first joint custody." "Bet you named him Nobel too.'

Nobel.

"N0bel#3".

Yes! Yes!

Vesuvius, Vesuvius...

ENCRYPTED ENTER 24-CHARACTER PASSWORD

Fuck.

Christ!

So not that..

Is that Hubert?

Hubert.

Hubert.

- Turn that off. - No, absolutely not.

This is a historic day.

Still, let's not put the cart before the horse.

So we can't pop the champagne?

No, I think we can open it.

Here.

It's crazy how sometimes we don't see what's right under our nose.

I guess everyone has their blind spot.

What's more,

you and Anne weren't even discreet about it.

3 months of credit card statements.

Then it jumped out at me.

Did you enjoy Charlevoix?

I hope so.

It was expensive enough.

And I'm trying really hard not to ask myself

how many people at this hotel knew.

The mere thought is humiliating, Sylvie.

- To be honest. - Nobody meant to humiliate anyone.

Anne was going to leave you.

That would've upset me.

In the end, the flyover collapse...

A blessing in disguise.

I never thought I could be grateful to Hubert Philippin.

But life..

Is a funny thing.

And you? He left you a nest egg

It can be a lifesaver,

given you're jobless new, racked by debts,

plus your condo.

Correction, my condo.

As they say, don't bite the hand..

Daniel will take over for now.

You've got an hour to empty your desk.

And please tell Nathan his guided tours are over.

- Alex. - Am I disturbing you?

No, come in.

Sorry, old reflex.

You're right, I shouldn't stick my nose into things.

In fact, that's why I'm here.

I did stick my nose into things.

Alex, you're here to take care of yourself.

An illegal investigation could compromise all our work.

I'm not stupid, Celine. I'd never have dragged you into it.

But I had to feel useful, you know?

So what did you do?

I took a job at the hotel, as a porter.

A porter with the little uniform?

Yes, a polyester uniform.

Laugh, but I led you to that stolen suitcase in the wheelie bin.

What else?

A couple of things, I'll tell you all about it.

But the reason I'm here is Sophie.

Stop right there.

Sophie's reconciling with her father,

not the most honest man in the world.

He's on official business for foreign interests.

I'm trying to untangle it all,

but Sophie wants to prove something to her dad.

It worries me, but...

Sophie's walking around with a gun.

It looked like a Ruger.

I doubt she's just making coffee and photocopies.

Alex, how are you?

Better and better, thanks.

That's good to hear. Call me, we'll have lunch.

Celine, can you and Daphne come to my office? It's urgent.

- Working at the hotel this afternoon? - Yes, but I'll resign...

Not yet. I'll call you later.

Thanks for your help and your trust.

There are many "ifs" in your...

wouldn't call it a theory. It’s speculation.

For example, Esther Smith's movements based on her phone GPS

is pure conjecture.

You're pinning everything on this secret lover.

- Why don't you see it? - What about Nathan Gignac?

Clear connection to Samuel Prevost, he knows the hotel, he has a motive,

the material means... You didn't push him hard enough.

- We're still monitoring his calls. - This is more than mere revenge.

Right, the third link, billions of dollars...

Conspiracy theories may be thrilling,

but you don't even have the whisper of a logical thread.

Hubert Philippin was a world-renowned...

Hubert Philippin was a criminal.

He was washed-up, bitter. He wasn't of sound mind, and you know it.

Sorry, but I'm going to be very blunt.

It's time to stop chasing down fantasies.

- Fantasies? - I want concrete evidence.

Standard procedure: evidence, facts.

Not hunches and conjectures.

My superiors are growing impatient too.

Keep me posted throughout.

Concrete evidence. And by the book, if you don't mind.

- I need your help. - I have to work, Dad.

Listen, I was able to get in.

I figured out the password. It was the goldfish.

The damn goldfish. Now tell me...

Come on, Dad!

Look at yourself, obsessing over a dead man's computer.

- You need to get some sleep... - Bernard, we're nearly there.

No time to rest.

Help me figure out where this video was shot.

Come and look at it.

This.

There should be metadata by default.

Exactly, metadata! How do I find that?

Hold on.

In theory, with the GPS coordinates, it should be...

here.

Bernard, you're a genius. I love you, son.

Dad, listen to me.

Slow down and get some rest.

- Maybe Philippin had something... - Maybe?

You don't get it, you just don't realise.

This is...

I'll go in from the other side, just in case.

The other side of what? It's an empty lot.

I'll go alone, you don't get it!

Now that we're alone, tell me why we're going to the hotel.

I need to do something.

Esther Smith had a set routine. Ran like clockwork:

same restaurant on Rue Saint-Jean for breakfast,

same time every morning, give or take 4 minutes.

Who cares where she had breakfast, Daphne.

I have tons of data here, process of elimination.

Yes. Bravo, Hubert.

DANGER DON'T ENTER

In the last month, the places line up with what we know.

Her flat in Montreal, her university office,

her favourite restaurant, the hotel, even the ferry she often took.

And a few one-offs: petrol station, shopping centre...

OK.

Esther has a reason to be at all those places,

except for one outlier.

- A one-off doesn't... - Six times in the last month.

I didn't check further back.

- Where is it? - I'm not sure.

Near the Plains of Abraham, but it doesn't seem to be anything.

Maybe so, but we should check.

You go ahead, then we'll know for sure. I'll leave you the car.

- What's at Chateau? - I'll tell you later.

You heard Jacques' speech. I have a right to know.

Just trust me, Daphne.

It's best I don't say, for both you and the case.

Go and check out those coordinates, that'll help the case.

- Celine, you shouldn't be here! - Do you have a master key?

- Yes. - Come.

This way.

Wait here.

Room service.

- What are you looking for? - I don't know.

- Anything to compromise him. - Great plan.

I know, but I want him out of our lives.

- Can you open the safe? - Only the hotel manager has access.

- Don't stay here. - I was going to quit anyway.

You don't want a record either. This won't take long.

What are you up to, William?

Why do you need her?

Just when I thought you'd become predictable.

Forward Green?

It's a fine organisation, totally legitimate.

It's just a front for Kaiserin.

Not exactly, but nuances would be lost on you.

What do you want with Sophie? What have you dragged her into?

At first, it was for sentimental reasons.

But Sophie has turned into a remarkable young woman.

Intelligent, ambitious.

Very ambitious.

You have some nerve, barging into her life...

I'm not twisting her arm, Celine.

Sophie has her free will, I don't see how you could...

Your fine speeches won't cut it. You put my daughter in harm's way.

Fuck free will.

I doubt you'll find anything useful.

Where's Sophie?

What did you have her do?

She's not 15 anymore.

Tell me, Celine,

when I call hotel security and 911,

then later Jacques Larocque, to tell him you broke into my room,

then threatened and assaulted me,

especially given our past, do you think things will go well for you?

I'll give you a minute's head start.

Well, well...