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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...