Original subtitles

You tampered with the evidence to protect someone you know?

No multinational corporation would've partnered with Chamfort

for the third link. What changed?

I'll never forgive myself for the death of a child.

So I tried to compensate as well as I could.

Hubert started working on a new concrete.

Where is this concrete?

- I'll go in from the other side. - The other side? It's an empty lot.

- What did you have her do? - She's not 15 anymore.

- Trudeau. - Yes, listen...

I’m at the location and there’s nothing here.

- What do you mean, nothing? - At the exact coordinates.

I know the GPS is working because I checked other sites,

but there's nothing here.

It's a spot on a path on the Plains.

Maybe Esther parked there a few times to visit someone.

Yes, but last time she parked here for 3 hours.

And 6 hours, 2 weeks ago.

- Anyway, weird place to park. - It makes no sense.

There's nothing around?

No, nothing but an old stone tower.

A Martello tower, round and pointed on top?

To you, Hubert.

There were four Martello towers built to protect the city.

Only three remain.

But apparently, the British connected them with a tunnel.

- In case of attack. - OK.

- I'll check it out. - No, Daphne, wait.

Bernard? It's Dad.

Hello? Bernard?

- He found it. - Who?

Philippin. I'm in his lab. It's all here.

- Philippin found it. - I can barely hear you.

Hello?

Anyone there?

THE WALL

Mr Chamfort.

Stay with me.

Trudeau.

Celine, I found the tunnel.

I found Chamfort.

Daphne, you're cutting out.

- Chamfort's dead. - Stay there, I'm on my way.

- Daphne? - Celine, what the hell did you do?

If even half of what I heard is true..

It's right over there.

You've reached Celine Trudeau. Leave a message.

Are you OK?

I barely have a signal. I'll call Jacques.

Not yet.

Why not?

I left you alone. Something could have happened.

It's OK, you're here now.

I lost it with my ex.

Jacques will take me off the case.

What?

- Does he know I covered for you? - He'll understand.

- At this stage... - Celine, we're about to wrap it up.

- This was my chance. - We can still do it.

To prove I'm more than just some black nerd.

More than a well-meaning statistic.

You lack experience, but you have this case down.

You don't know what it's like to be black.

I'm not allowed to make a single mistake.

You put me in an impossible situation. I'm either your accomplice or a narc.

Either way, everyone hates me. You used me.

No. But I didn't consider the consequences.

If I hadn't kept quiet about William's connection,

we'd have lost the case.

And be honest, you wanted it as much as I did.

So what? Look where we are now.

If we work hard now,

Jacques will find a new partner and keep you on the case.

He'll fire me and I'll have no credibility.

- I helped you falsify evidence. - Jacques has seen it all.

It looks as bad for him as it does for us.

If he can, he'll keep it quiet.

For now, you have to make yourself indispensable.

How?

By staying on the job.

With no preconceptions, using what's up here.

I've seen you work. You're here for your brilliance, not your skin colour.

OK.

How long should I wait before calling the station?

You have GPS in your car. Jacques must be on his way.

Let's go.

Thanks.

- For what? - For coming.

No problem.

Since Anne died, no one else can stand me when I'm drunk.

Feel like kissing me?

I feel like making out.

With me?

I'm pathetic.

I'm out of a job. Soon I'll lose my flat.

Even with Philippin's money, I'm still in debt.

With Geoff on my back,

I'll have to move far away to be able to work.

Moving isn't a bad idea.

- You want to leave too? - Yes.

But I have scores to settle and I'll need your help.

What kind of scores? What kind of help?

Something occurred to me about Philippin.

The kiss would've been free,

but this sounds like it'll have to pay off.

It'll pay off.

Handsomely. Did you notice that Hubert spoke directly to Joanie?

I think his little pet might have something for us.

What do you think this place is?

A kind of lab for making who knows what.

There's sand, clay, moulds with what looks like cement residue

- and lots of chemicals. - Oven, freezer...

Why was Philippin hiding here?

- To make... - Bricks?

No, if Chamfort and an Australian multinational were funding Philippin,

- it wasn't for bricks. - Maybe they're very special bricks.

Did you notice there are none here?

His mobile.

Why would Chamfort kill Philippin

if Philippin was working for him?

In his call history, he's only talked to his son in the last few days.

The last time was an hour ago.

I think we're being led down the garden path.

- Jacques's here. - I didn't find anything.

I tried to revive him, but...

William had a lot to tell me.

He was supposed to meet Esther Smith the day she died.

And you hid it from me.

You were cowardly enough

to get Daphne to question William without telling me.

Then you attack him in his hotel room.

Celine, I've always defended you, but now you've gone too far.

You're suspended.

You'll stay on the case until further notice,

- but you'd better stay clean. - Yes, you can count on me.

- Who will be my partner? - I will.

Now tell me everything you know from the beginning.

And if you hide anything...

Sophie!

Sophie!

Hello again

and thank you for...

...is a true reflection...

There'd be at least 100,000 dollars per family.

117,455.27.

Thank you, Esther. It's all I have. It's yours.

Along with my contemporary art collection...

REGISTRATION CERTIFICATE

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.

I'm sorry, Celine.

Jacques asked me to cut off all contact with you.

With everything surrounding the third link,

politically and economically, he wants to limit the damage.

- Damage to who? - The government.

Esther Smith's death hampers the tendering process.

- Did Jacques say that? - He didn't have to.

Look, Celine...

The third link contract is the tip of the iceberg, Daphne.

A 10 billion dollar contract is the tip of the iceberg?

- Why do you say that? - I don't know yet.

Jacques is here.

- Ready to go? - Yes.

The room's in the same state Chamfort left it in.

- The room's not made up? - No.

They're waiting for the claims adjuster.

You really flipped out. So you're suspended?

What did you do after? I was waiting to hear from you.

Your ex certainly knows how to push your buttons.

Now Sophie's lost it, and she's gone dark.

William's in competition with me over her.

I think she's at Chateau. Can you find her room number?

I quit my job last night.

Do I smell fucking croissants?

But...

- Should I get dressed? - No, you look good like that.

OK.

What happened? Did someone search it?

According to the staff, Chamfort wrecked his own room.

After learning he got nothing from Philippine will.

I guess he was hoping to inherit something.

- The result of Philippin's research? - Exactly.

He didn't get it, he went to Philippin's lab.

It wasn't there, he got desperate and hanged himself.

Well, yes. Guess it makes sense.

Maybe Philippin didn't discover anything.

Maybe, but...

We'll check all that, but facts are facts, Daphne.

Bring in Forensics and get on the paperwork.

I have a phone meeting with QMG, the Australian multinational.

- I called in Bernard Chamfort too. - Bernard?

Chamfort's son.

Right, his son.

Good job. Did they find Chamfort's car?

Yes, parked on the other side of the tunnel.

- Esposito's on it. - Great.

If you need me, I'll be at the morgue with the pathologist.

I'm not com Daphne...

Don't you think you have enough on your plate?

If we want to wrap this up, we'll have to split up the work.

It's not a reproach. On the contrary, I trust you completely.

Not many people gain my trust so quickly.

- She went to a flat on Rue Sous-le-Cap.

I checked. It's rented by a hotel employee.

I'll send it to you.

Thanks, Karl.

A guest wants me to take some clothes to the dry cleaner's,

but I forgot her room number. Ms Sophie Taylor.

Room 306.

May I help you, sir? Are you with Ms Taylor?

Do you have luggage?

I'm not with Ms Taylor, I have no luggage,

but I'm pretty sure you can help me.

Sylvie.

They don't know I know you or that I was fired.

Louder.

They don't know I know you or that I was fired.

Perfect. I'll handle the rest.

Where were you?

I asked you to keep me abreast of your whereabouts.

Sorry, I was following Chamfort and I got attacked.

I need your master key.

I was out cold. I just woke up.

Your master key.

I was knocked out.

- Are you OK? Who attacked you? - I don't know, but I saw Celine.

We don't have much time.

If you were attacked, it confirms what I thought.

We're not the only ones in this.

To you, your intelligence

and the technological revolution of Project Vesuvius.

Cheers.

You think your ex and Sophie are mixed up in it?

If QMG was ready to pay millions for Philippin's bricks,

Kaiserin was ready to pay a fortune too.

It's the kind of industrial secret William dreams of stealing.

But did he kill Esther and Philippin?

Probably, but not before getting his hands on the jackpot.

- And if he had... - He'd be in the Canary Islands.

No, in Moscow.

He has friends there and he hates the sun.

Sounds like a charming guy.

Incredibly.

That's why Sophie's in danger.

I can't just stand by and do nothing.

He'd kill, but he wouldn't attack her.

He's capable of anything.

But he'd rather someone else did it.

- You're sure you saw Sophie? - Yes.

- Room 306. - I'm starting to like Adrien.

How could you let things go so wrong?

He might have been perfect for the initial plan,

but surely you knew it'd go sideways when the plan changed.

Spare me your complaints. If the shroud is lifted...

If the shroud is lifted,

you and he will be the only ones behind it, understood?

I'll take the mother's room, you take the daughter's.

Joanie hated Philippin. Why would she keep his statue?

I'll take the daughter's room.

Shit.

- How's the other room? - Same.

Someone got here first.

From Chateau? That's really sweet.

It's the least we could do.

He woke up a few times yesterday.

The neurologist says he's out of danger.

Sweets and chocolate...

Thank you. The food's not great here...

- Would you like one? - No, thanks.

If you want to go and eat, I could stay with him.

Must be a fire drill.

It's not a drill. Grab the coats!

What do you have?

OK, are you really replacing Celine?

I've always loved hanged men and their squat toilet stench.

You'll be disappointed.

Chamfort's digestive system was empty. He probably hadn't eaten in 3 days.

Committing two murders for the first time

must ruin your appetite.

If you say so.

- It fits. - With what?

With the rest of the evidence we've gathered.

- Anything else in his pockets? - Like what?

How should I know?

Hey, relax.

You might have been after something specific.

I found nothing in his clothes, but something weird on them.

Just a bit of dirt.

I sent a sample to the lab, but my nose is on it.

I'd say it's gunpowder residue, like from a pistol round.

The combination of lead azide and mercury fulminate

gives off a subtle perfume, almost sweet, but acrid at the same time.

Yes, Philippin had lots of chemicals in his lab.

I think I saw powders

with names like azide and fulminate.

We'll compare it with the sample from the shirt.

It might have come from the lab, but take a look.

The marks on the shirt are from this area.

Looks like someone pistol-whipped him in the ribs.

- Don't you think? - Very strange.

At least three ribs are broken.

He might have bumped something, but it must've hurt like hell.

Indeed.

I think Jacques is having me tailed.

Cop

Probably a PI, and clearly not the best.

Unless Jacques wants you to know he's checking on you.

What's your plan?

I'll go to the hotel to get Sophie away from her dad.

No, you can forget that.

It won't work, and you have to stop trying to control her.

Control her? If it weren’t for me..

You know how many times I've stopped her ruining her life?

How did that work out?

Did it bring you closer? Did she learn her lesson?

No.

She still screws up to get out from under your thumb.

- Right, it's my fault. - No, that's not what I said.

What's your plan?

You're right.

I'll never convince Sophie.

But I could try to beat William to what he's looking for.

The famous super-bricks?

Before he compromises Sophie even more

and she or someone else gets killed.

First we have to find out who killed Esther and Philippin.

Sorry, but you're no longer with Homicide.

You don't have the resources.

Jacques can suspend me, but I still have connections.

Esposito?

And there's someone else we can get on our side.

Our side?

- Ready? - Yes.

You'd have to be a real idiot.

It didn't even wake you up.

- Hi. - Hi.

Sorry to disturb you in these circumstances.

I'm leaving Quebec City for Paris tomorrow.

I heard through the grapevine you have something I want.

- Who are you exactly? - Right, I'm sorry.

My name's Laeticia Dumais. I'm an art collector and gallery owner.

From Paris?

I'm from Quebec, but I work in Paris.

QMG?

Yes, so much for the famous Australian politeness.

They won't say why they partnered with Chamfort.

They feign ignorance about Philippic's research,

which they were paying millions for.

I don't know where we are on the iceberg.

Yes.

Anyway, there was nothing in Chamfort's vehicle,

and we found only his fingerprints in his ravaged room.

He did it himself like a big boy.

And this might not be connected,

but remember the psych patient who jumped off the bridge?

- Patrick Mongeau? - Yes.

He was a sculptor working under the name Pat Moon.

The guy who made Philippin's sculptures?

- How's he involved? - No idea.

He flipped out because Philippin cancelled his order.

- What does that mean? - Beats me.

That must be the techs who examined the tunnel.

Fuck! Jacques is going to kill me.

I was supposed to take Celine off all the group texts.

There's a big market for art made by criminals.

You'd be surprised.

- You seem familiar. Have we met? - I don't think so.

How surprised would we be?

I'd be willing to offer you...

8,000 dollars.

8,000 dollars?

- Mum, where's the statue? - In my suitcase.

No, no, no.

No, I'm sure of it. I recognise your voice, not your face.

- It's not here. - Yes, it is.

It was there when I changed my underwear.

I know who you are.

- Mum, the damn statue's not here. - Christ.

Hey, she left.

Hello, Joanie, this is Geoff Peterson.

Yes?

I have an invitation for you.

Why would my dad kill Esther Smith?

His company's future depended on the third link contract.

He knew that Esther was in favour of a tunnel.

He saw her as an ally.

- Well? - You think he seduced her...

- They just started. - ...to seal the deal?

My dad?

Seducing Esther?

She had an affair with Hubert Philippin.

Either way, my dad wasn't a ladies' man

Or a murderer.

Not like that.

- "Not like that"? - He wasn't a murderer, period.

What was your relationship with Esther Smith?

I'd run into her at conferences.

I knew her mostly by reputation.

- Are you...? - Where were you on Sunday?

It was my girlfriend's birthday.

We had friends over. I stayed home all night.

My colleagues will check your recent whereabouts.

I hope you understand we can't rule out any lead, Mr Chamfort.

What can you tell me about this place?

A space inside the tunnels between the Martelle towers.

Is that where...?

Yes.

Dad, I can barely hear you.

Bernard, he found it.

- What? - Philippin.

I'm in his lab. It's all here.

I found what Philippin...

- No. - Excuse me?

- My dad didn't kill himself. - How so?

It's impossible. It can't be.

- What do you know...? - He was married.

If he found it, there's no way he... I know it. Give me a minute here.

Will you listen to me? He called me right before.

What do you know about Philippin's research?

You must know your dad and QMG were funding him.

- What are you hiding? - What are you accusing me of?

I'm telling you...

Mr Chamfort.

Let's calm down.

Let's sort this out together, OK?

Well, Jacques Larocque,

police commander.

There's no rush.

Tell us what you know

and we'll try to figure out exactly what happened.

Sounds good?

I want my lawyer.

Mr Chamfort, Sergeant Constant has surely told you

you're not under arrest.

You can leave whenever you want.

- It has to be here. - Maybe inside.

- A USB key hidden inside? - Hold on.

Fuck.

Hold on, give me that.

What are you doing

The pedestal's made of cement.

Yes, he left this to Joanie. A brick of his concrete.

And our statues?

They're all different. Each statue is numbered.

The rest must be the results of tests that didn't work out.

We don't have the formula.

Scientists could reverse-engineer it, but what can we do?

Wait, I picked up a guy from the conference.

- Sir, I... - Never mind. Just drive.

Sir, I have a lady arriving in 5 minutes.

All right. What about the lady?

Later. Drive.

Welcome aboard. Destination: history.

It's big, Hans.

Bigger than I thought.

Forget about the tunnel contract.

William. He spoke German.

- Taylor? - William Taylor.

- Got his number? - Yes.

Do you have to leave so soon?

Without Philippin or Chamfort, the statue was my last chance.

My time here is up.

My flight leaves at 8pm.

- Did I disappoint you? - No, of course not.

I'll see you soon, don't worry.

When I know where my next mission will be, I'll contact you.

Will you bring me in?

Maybe.

Hello?

I think I have something for you, Mr Taylor.

Really?

Really.