All language subtitles for P I S01E07 Conflict of loyalty [eng]

I found Shonda Mathieu,
Anderson's ex.

-Your brother's X-Ray's, right?
-They still call him that?

Demers never validated
Gillis' comments.

Demers got out of prison,
but he's in the Dominican Republic.

A man would often pick her up
in a big car.

Vickie told me
it was her sugar daddy.

Everyone will know that you paid me.

Who's this officer?

R�mi Tessier.

He's the one who forgot to pass on
the message to the investigators?

I must've told Sylvie and Maxime
and recorded it on my old Dictaphone,

but I haven't seen it in a while.

Are you accusing my investigators

of having concealed
an element of their investigation?

They ignored the lead

of Vickie Tremblay's sugar daddy.

A pack of cigarettes.

Hotel K...

Vickie Tremblay dances
on the South Shore.

Do you get a cut on that?

Yes, I beat her, but I never thought

about killing her, never!

OK.

I'm sorry I pissed you off.

All right? Are you happy now?

You don't sound sincere.

I'm not, you're right.

You really are an asshole.

Ah, that's my charm.

How's the surveillance
of Judge Launiere's house going?

Nothing to report for the moment.

You should take the opportunity
to search the judge's office.

You know, it'd help if I knew
what I was looking out for

and why I should search the place.

Do you know a Mathieu Lauzon?

-Should I?
-A biker.

There are many of those.

A Hells Angels.

Why are you telling me about him?

I don't want to worry Stella,

but I think he could be
dangerous for her.

You need to tell me why.

Section 696.1 of the Criminal Code

provides a last resort for victims
of miscarriages of justice.

To be admissible, a case must contain

major new evidence.

In Quebec, criminal lawyers
and law students assist,

on a pro bono basis, prisoners
through this difficult process.

Their work isn't well known,
but for some

they represent
a last hope for justice.

They are the Innocence Project.

INNOCENCE PROJECT

Miss Lebon.

You look like
you've just seen a ghost.

I'm just a little tired, I'm fine.

OK. Would you like to talk about it?

No, I'm OK.

I put the report of my meeting

with Mrs. Lebouf on the server.

How did that go?

Good. I have to go.

Young lady! Are you sure you're OK?

You can't say
"young lady" anymore, OK?

It's condescending. OK?

Yes, I beat her,

but I never thought
about killing her, never!

She worked elsewhere,
had her own customers,

without giving us our cut.

We taught her a lesson. That's all.

It was business. But for Anderson,
it was something else.

Anderson was jealous.
It killed him that she danced

and slept with other guys.

Wasn't Anderson dating Shonda?

He only used Shonda
to get closer to X-Ray.

What?

It's Vickie he wanted.

The night she was killed,

contrary to what
I told your colleagues,

he was with us, it's true.

Not all night.

Not at the time she was killed.

-He wasn't?
-No.

Where were you then?

Making a good old drug deal.

But that's all the past now.

Hot Papas is a legal company.

I can't let it fail

because Anderson
fell in love with a whore.

That piece of shit
can stay in prison!

That's where he belongs.

What does it have to do with me?

What do you want me to do?

What do you want me to do?

I'm saying this to you
because you're a sister.

-Oh, am I?
-Yeah.

No one got involved in his trial

because we all know he's guilty.

We don't want to see
any more lawyers,

at our homes or at the warehouse.

Stay out of our business, OK?

Why would I believe you?

Why would I believe you?

I'll leave you to think about it.

Come see me
if you have any questions.

You're always welcome.

What the hell?

Can't believe this...

-Hello, honey.
-Hello.

-How are you?
-Fine. Where are you?

-At home.
-Is that so?

Did you get your walls painted?

No. Look at the clock, Mom.

I installed a surveillance camera

a few weeks ago

to keep an eye on Dad.

-You can see me?
-Yeah.

Damn it...

I never thought
we'd get to that point, Stella.

What point?

You lying next to Dad
as if nothing had happened?

Stop it...

Your father...

Telling you this upsets me,
but your father...

My father what?

Your father's in trouble, Stella.

He owes a lot of money to the IRS.

His living expenses are astronomical.

That's why...

That's why you're selling the house?

Among other things.

It's not that simple, Stella.

What's not simple?

Managing a guardianship.

Your father fired
his financial planner

two weeks before his stroke.

His bank says he has
no investments with them.

Surely, there are papers somewhere,

but I've asked him
for the combination

to his safe 100 times,
and all he does

is look at me
with his mouth wide opened.

I feel a bit discouraged.

-There's the car, too.
-OK, Mom. Breathe.

Dad will be all right.
He has his pension.

Well, his pension...

I still think
we're heading for disaster.

There's no way he has nothing left.

-Hello.
-Hello.

No, thank you.

Usually, when I'm offered something,

people expect something
in return and I'm not...

If you talk to my son,

I'd like you to tell him
that I'm thinking of him.

No, you should do it yourself.

He doesn't want to see me.

He refused my request.

OK.

I understand what you want
from me. Take a seat.

-I'll talk to him about it.
-Thank you.

I never knew
how to take care of Anderson.

Ah, no, don't do that. Don't start.

I saw his father abandon him,

and I did exactly
the same thing after.

OK, listen...

Things are happening right now.

We're on to something.

Apparently,
some time before she died,

Vickie Tremblay threatened

one of her regular customers
with revealing his identity,

a guy with a lot of money
and a lot to lose

if it ever got out that
he was paying for a hooker.

And you think that man killed Vickie?

My God...

So it's possible he's innocent?

That's why we've been fighting
from the start.

-Hello?
-Mrs. Nault? It's Mrs. Lebouf.

I'm glad I was able to reach you.

What can I do for you?

This is about a trial that
took place about ten years ago.

Anderson Jean-Louis'?

I'm guessing

that the Innocence Project people
have already talked to you.

-Once or twice, yes.
-And?

They're doing their job, it's normal.

But I don't think
it's going to come to anything.

Still, they came to see me

with new information about the case.

I'd like to check
that information with you.

I'm listening.

It seems that the victim,
Vickie Tremblay,

had a sugar daddy back then.

And it seems that a witness
saw Vickie threaten him.

That's a lot of "seems".

Yes, I'll give you that,

but I'd like

to know why this lead
was never looked into.

We never followed up

because unfortunately,
we never got the information.

Excuse me?

They asked us, but...

one of our colleagues, R�mi Tessier,

had taken a phone number
for the witness

who claimed
to have heard the altercation

with the alleged sugar daddy.

But why was that information

not passed along?

The officer has ADHD.

Also, things

were a mess here that day

with Chief Arsenault's resignation.

A lot was happening and...

R�mi Tessier was
a new recruit ten years ago,

so it's not surprising

that his mind was elsewhere,
and he forgot.

You know it's our duty

to give the defense all the evidence

that may be relevant,

even if we intend
to present it at trial later.

-The Stinchcombe ruling, yes.
-That's right.

I didn't appreciate

to be reminded of it
by a young law student.

I understand.

But listen,

everyone in the Anderson case

did a good job, including you.

He's in jail
because he deserves to be in jail.

Vickie may have
threatened a sugar daddy,

but in the end,
it was Anderson who killed her.

And...

between you and me,
if we hadn't caught him,

he would've hurt other women.

B�n�dicte, what is it?

What happens if we're wrong?

Yesterday,
I had a bad encounter with...

With Mrs. Lebouf, huh?

Yes.

She managed to convince you

that Anderson belonged in prison?

Is that why you're in a bad mood
this morning?

We're starting to have a lead.

Don't ruin it

-because Lebouf...
-I'm just wondering

if Anderson was jealous enough
to kill Vickie

when he found out
she had a sugar daddy.

Did those around him
think he was jealous enough

to kill Vickie Tremblay?

And is that why...

That's why none of them

would testify in his favor.

Let me ask you again.

What happens if were wrong?

If we're wrong,

we close the case
and leave him in prison.

Fuck.

I don't know if you've bothered
to take a look

at the lesson plan, but right now,

we're entering a crucial stage
in the Innocence Project.

Yes,
we need to turn over our findings

to the
Criminal Conviction Review Group.

-Exactly. The GRCC.
-They're the ones

who will determine if it's worth

giving it
to the Department of Justice.

Exactly. But they want something new,

things no one has ever heard of.

OK.

Sammy and I are following a lead.

Pay attention.

It's an old pack of matches
with the Hotel K logo on it.

We found it in an old cigarette pack

that was in a locker

in the basement of the building

where Vickie lived in 2010.

It's a strong European brand.

Men are usually the ones
who smoke it.

Exactly.

Since Hotel K is a fancy hotel,

we thought it could be where

Vickie went with her sugar daddy.

Chances are slim,

but maybe some employees
will remember seeing her.

We're not boring you too much,
are we?

No, but...

Yesterday, Mrs. Lebouf reminded me

that Anderson's smartphone
was turned off

the night of Vickie's murder.

It's suspicious.

It won't do us any good.
It's circumstantial.

OK, but why don't we try
to find Philippe Demers?

Demers is in the Dominican Republic.
We've already checked.

OK and you don't read the newspaper?

He had to come back last night
because of a hurricane.

They repatriated a bunch
of Canadians stuck there.

OK. Go, everyone.

-Here.
-Thanks.

The Innocence Project team
has another suspect in its sights.

Is that so?

Has any member of the Papa Ga�ons

ever told you about a sugar daddy
Vickie was seeing?

No.

Why would they tell me that?

Stop it.

You hung out with them.

I know you were trying to help them.

I know that.

They could've confided in you.

Especially since you were setting
limits that were a little vague.

What are you talking about?

Bruno, I'm a social worker,

but I've never invited
my clients to my home

to play chess, watch hockey

or help them with their resumes.

I didn't want them to give up,

and I wanted them to find a job
besides selling drugs.

And it worked.

And I don't know if you've noticed,
but my skin is white.

So there was a limit.

It was the trust
these guys placed in me.

Sugar daddy...

What else do they know?

Nothing.

Only that he was driving
a big, dark SUV.

They don't even know the make.

Fuck you!

Bruno?

Bruno, are you OK?

Listen, I... I'm running late.

I didn't mean to criticize you.

I know you have
an impeccable work ethic,

-even if it's different.
-Yeah.

I'm glad you're getting involved
in your son's case.

Thank you.

I waited for you a long time,
you know.

I'd lost hope.

If you hear anything

or know anything, call me, OK?

Thank you.

Hello. Marina Duluth,
I'm the director.

-You wanted to talk to me?
-Yes. Alexis Gonzales.

I'm a law student,

and I work
with the Innocence Project, a group--

My secretary told me what it is.

I don't have much time to give you.

Yes. We're working on a case

of a young woman
who was murdered in November 2010.

What does this have to do with us?

Vickie Tremblay,

the young woman in the picture,
was a prostitute...

at times.

One of her clients was wealthy.

We have reason to believe

that they used to meet here.

How long have you worked here?

Fifteen years. And no,

I don't know that young lady.

OK, would you happen to have

booking registers from back then?

Maybe we could look at them.

No, I'm sorry.

I don't want our establishment

to be involved
in a prostitution case,

especially not one
that ended in murder.

Have a nice day.

CONVENIENCE STORE

Hi. Excuse me.

Here's my card.

If you know anything, call me.

Anytime.

Thank you.

-Yes?
-Alexis, it's Armand Coupal.

-Hello?
-Samir, come back to the office.

Hello?

B�n�, we're waiting for you
in my office.

Yeah.

The dean just told me.

Federal employees
are threatening to strike.

So we have 48 hours?

48.

To submit a complete case file

to the
Criminal Conviction Review Group?

Including a new piece of evidence?

Yes.

We have no choice.

Civil servants on strike
are like children

throwing a tantrum in a supermarket.

You can't stop them or talk to them.

So we need to send it now.

If not, Anderson could be

in jail until he dies.

OK. I found Philippe Demers' address.
I'll go there now.

-I'm going with her.
-Perfect.

I met the director of Hotel K,

and the chances of her
collaborating with us are zero.

I left our business card
with multiple of their employees.

We'll see.

We're looking
for a tobacco shop specializing

in importing European cigarettes.

It's a tough brand to get.

I went to a dozen tobacco shops
this morning.

One of them is bound

to have a regular customer.

LOCAL TRAFFIC ONLY

Is there a street in Montreal

where there's no construction?

I'll check if there's another way.

What a joke.

-Fuck.
-What?

It doesn't even say
there's construction on this street.

Whatever.

-Are you OK? You look stressed?
-I'm fine.

-But I--
-I'm fine, OK?

I'm great.

If you say so.

Throughout my schooling,

my mother timed the time
I spent doing my homework...

to make sure I was getting better,

faster, that I didn't waste my time

and so I'd be the best.

-That's intense.
-Yes.

That made me
the nice person I am today.

Isn't it crazy to put
your child through that?

Yes, but now I'm able
to work under pressure.

Is that why you think you're going
to get the scholarship and I'm not?

Can I ask you a question?

Yes.

What was it like
when you went to X-Ray's?

Were you scared?

No.
They're certainly imposing, but...

As they say, "no guts, no glory".

Why do you ask?

Just wondering.

But I was glad Coupal was with me.

Thanks.

No.

No, OK. OK, thanks. Bye.

So?

-Well...
-Thanks.

Looks like nobody

sells the European cigarette brand

we found in Vickie's belongings.

Maybe they were ordered online.

-Or brought back from a trip.
-Maybe.

-Check this out.
-No way!

I think I got something.

-Gotta go.
-OK, bye.

Hey, Bruno.

-Did you get my message?
-Yes.

"I'm on my way.
I might have some information."

It's vague.

I've always been 100% sure

that the Papa Ga�ons killed Vickie,

but I don't know anymore.

Why the sudden doubt?

This morning, I remembered something.

I'm listening.

A few days before she died,

I ran into Vickie.

Where?

At a strip club on the South Shore.

We spoke for a few minutes.

And you're only remembering this now?

There are parts of my past
I'd rather forget.

-I've changed.
-Continue.

Not long after we spoke,

she climbed into a luxury SUV.

A Tulpar by Rossilini.

You wouldn't happen

to remember the plate number?

No.

What were you doing

at a strip club on the South Shore?

Montreal doesn't have any?

I was always going to clubs
far from home,

so I wouldn't run
into current or former students.

It would've been frowned upon.

I'm not here to judge you.

You should see your face then.

-Yes?
-I may have some news.

-I'm listening.
-I need the names

of everyone who owned
the luxury SUV Rossilini Tulpar

in 2010.

Oh, boy!

Those things are so expensive that

it can't have been many.
I understand.

-I have news, too
-What?

There's a safe

in Judge Launiere's office.

It might not be totally legal,

but I might know someone
who can open it.

-When?
-As soon as you can confirm...

that I won't have the concierge

or the mother and daughter

surprise us

-when he's here.
-Yes.

-I'll handle it.
-How?

It's not that easy, OK?

Let me think.

Can't wait to see it.

I remember him.

Back from a trip, Mr. Demers?

Yes. Dominican Republic.

If it were up to me,
I would've stayed there.

But there are hurricanes.

Fucking global warming.

Sorry to take you back
to your convict life,

but I have questions

about Anderson Jean-Louis' trial.

We understand you were supposed

to be a witness for the prosecution,
right?

Right.

I even told the lawyer that...

-Mrs. Lebouf?
-That's it.

I told her that the other witness...

Gillis?

I said Gillis was telling the truth,

that Anderson had bragged
about killing the girl...

Fuck.

Did you say that to get
a deal from the prosecutor?

Had to try.

So, you never witnessed
Anderson's confession?

No, there never was one.

Really?

Gillis said Anderson told him
he'd killed Vickie

while on laundry duty
one Wednesday evening.

But Anderson was never on duty

with Gillis.

He played basketball with us
in the yard

that Wednesday, like every Wednesday.

Why have you never said this before?

Look, I was a thug.

That's in the past now.

Since then, I've found...

Found what?

I understand.

You mean you've found God?

Yeah.

Can anyone corroborate your statement

about playing basketball in the yard?
An inmate, an ex-inmate?

Anyone?

Maybe.

Fabien Gr�goire.

He was playing basketball with us
that Wednesday evening.

But I don't know
what's become of him now.

Hello.

Hello.

A colleague of mine
gave me your business card.

I saw the young lady's picture.

And you recognized her?

I worked here 14 years ago.

I'd just started.

She'd come with a much older man.

Quite often, too,

at least once a week.

He was about 40, 45...

always well-dressed...

brown hair.

He'd rent one of the suites.

But you get a lot of clients here.

Why do you
remember them specifically?

One September morning in 2010,

I found her in the room...

She could barely walk.

Why?

The man had, you know, from behind...

I got it.

I let her stay
in the room a bit longer

while I was cleaning it.

At around 4 p.m.,
I went to get towels.

When I came back, she was gone.

Did you ever see her again?

Do you remember the man's name?

�ric C�t�, but I don't think
it was his real name.

He paid in cash.

Many people give fake names
when they pay cash.

Of course.

Listen...

We're working
on this young woman's murder case.

Can I, with your permission,
add your information to the case?

You could be asked to take the stand.

No!

If we had this to the file...

I can't.

The hotel doesn't want
that kind of publicity!

You're worried you'll lose your job?

I'm sorry... but I can't.

What's with the long faces?

Bruno has something to tell you.

Right, Bruno?

Back in the day,

for a while,

I used to go to strip clubs.

So?

A few weeks before she was murdered,

I ran into Vickie...

where she worked.

We talked a little.

The first man on the Moon?

-1969.
-Shit, wow.

OK.

The first Olympic Games?

1896.

The French Revolution?

It lasted ten years,
from 1789 to 1799.

How do you do that?

You can understand
I was embarrassed she'd recognize me.

Then she got into an SUV.

OK.

I don't know,
I've always been good in history.

I always hated that class,

except with Bruno Godin.

He's cool.

What did you talk about?

Nothing specific.
I don't really remember.

Go jerk off.

I wouldn't touch you
with a 15-meter pole.

I don't know why you like Godin.

He's gross.

I'm glad I never had him.

He would have lost his job
a long time ago

if people knew the truth about him.

You tried to sleep with Vickie,

and she sent you packing, didn't she?

Maybe it was you
who snitched her out to X-Ray.

Fucking pig.

Stop it.

I'm going to kill you, Godin.

Fuck you, man! Fuck you!

Fucking bitch!

-I'm sorry.
-Fuck you, Godin!

It was worth

getting you special permission
to come with me.

Was he right?

We have to turn it in in 24 hours.

How is it going?

We met with Philippe Demers.

He seems pretty unpredictable.

I think he was worse before,

and Mrs. Lebouf realized
he just wanted a deal.

Yes, but Demers has since found God,

so he gave us the name of a guy

who could confirm

that Anderson
didn't tell Gillis anything.

His name is Fabien Gr�goire.

OK. Did you contact him?

-No.
-No?

Why are you so surprised?

It's not the first time an ex-con
has vanished into thin air.

OK. So nothing on that front yet.

Fantastic. I'm at the end of my rope.

What about you two?

A cleaning lady from Hotel K

agreed to talk to me.

She told me she saw
Vickie a lot back then

and that her sugar daddy

gave the name of �ric C�t�.

-Probably a fake name.
-Probably.

But the problem is
that she refuses to testify.

I don't have good news either.

We can't talk to Anderson anymore.

He attacked Bruno Godin yesterday.

-What?
-What?

Godin admitted
to meeting Vickie Tremblay

at a strip club
not long before the murder.

From what I understand,
he made a pass at her.

She refused, and he left

with a wounded heart,
went to see the Papa Ga�ons

and sold them the info that

Vickie worked on the side.

This guy's no Nobel Prize winner.

Godin hired prostitutes?

I imagine he felt guilty
about betraying Vickie,

and that's why he suddenly
wants to help Anderson?

I don't know, I guess.

The only glimmer of hope we have

is that he saw her
getting into a luxury SUV.

And he remembers the make,
a Tulpar by Rossilini.

I'm waiting for the list of names

of people who owned that car in 2010.

Yes, but time is against us.

Huh? Oh! Samir, I didn't remember.

Thank you, Samir.
What would I be without you?

It's a joke, all right?

I'm going to go close the file

for the GRCC with what I have.

If anything comes up,
come see me in my office.

And when I say anything,

I want something concrete.

OK?

What is it? Are you OK, B�n�?

Thanks to Alexis,
I have a great meeting

at the daycare where St�phanie,
the former prostitute, works.

What about you, Stella?

Is your father's house selling?

Are you getting any visitors?

Yeah, why?

Do you want to buy it?

No, no, I... No.

-No.
-OK.

I hope so, because that'd be
a bit cringe, hmm?

"Cringe"?

LOCAL TRAFFIC ONLY

May I speak with someone

in the public transit department,
please?

Your sister is still
giving me problems,

and because of whom?

You bum. With good reason.

Everyone knows
you're still sleeping with her.

I'd rather my sister
be with a serious guy

than someone like you.

You can fuck her whenever you want.

We don't give a shit.

She's so pretty.

Huh?

And the other is a whore.

A whore who goes behind my back.

That's right.

Anyway,

she won't do it again.

I busted her face in.

And with her busted ribs,

every time she gets fucked,

she'll scream in pain like a dog.

-Want some?
-Fucking hoe.

Shit.

Anyway,

it's what's
between her legs that counts.

And that belongs to us.

-No, it belongs to me.
-Yeah.

As long as I'm beating her,
I might as well finish the job.

She'd be better off dead.

Then she'd stop bothering me.

Is that clear enough for you now?

All he wanted was for her to die.

That's proof.

Why didn't you show this
to the investigators back then?

To the investigators? Come on.

You think we're snitches?

-No.
-We don't snitch.

OK, fine,

but we need something,

proof so we can close the case.

That's your problem, sweetheart.

That's what I want you to understand.

Oh. Mr. Strel.

You're just the person
I wanted to see.

Are you on case?

I'm helping a friend.

I need a list of owners

of a certain type
of luxury SUV in 2010.

OK, no problem. Which vehicle?

A Tulpar, by Rossilini.

OK. When do you need it?

The day before yesterday.

You know I'm not supposed
to do that, right?

But I can't say no to you.

Thank you.

-Working again?
-Yeah.

Being a policeman is a drug.

Yes. I believe you.

Sorry, I need to make a call.

-Good night.
-Bye.

-I got it!
-Damn it.

-I got it!
-What? What do you have?

I just spoke
to the transit department.

On November 10, 2010,
the night Vickie was murdered,

there was a water main break
on L.-O.-David Street,

just off Saint-Michel Boulevard.

So, very close to the building
where Vickie Tremblay lived.

The road was blocked.

So it created traffic jams for anyone

coming from Highway 40,
like Anderson.

It was fixed around midnight.

So it was impossible,
totally impossible,

for Anderson to be
at the store at 11:06 p.m.

and at Vickie's at 11:15 p.m.

Vickie's grandmother,
as well as Chanel, the neighbor,

couldn't have seen him at that time.

Right!

Print it out.

I'm going to rewrite
our report to the GRCC.

This is the strongest element

we have so far in Anderson's case.

It may even be
the reason why his case

will be taken up by analysts.

-Stella.
-Yes?

You're good.

-It's cute.
-Thank you.

Do you want help?

No, thanks. That's kind of you.

By the way,
I found something for you.

Here.

It's from my last summer,
from my old life,

the year Vickie was killed.

Wait, this is
from the summer of 2010?

Yes, we took it on my birthday.

We went to a bar to celebrate.

-Shit...
-What?

Please AirDrop it to me.

Did Vickie ever tell you

Anderson was
jealous enough to kill her?

No. Never. Why do you ask?

Because I saw Manny earlier.

He showed me...

He showed me a video,

and that's what it looked like.

What do you mean, earlier?

You saw Manny from the Papa Ga�ons?

Do they know I work here?

-No.
-Did he follow you?

No, I didn't tell them about you.

-Don't worry.
-Leave.

Those guys are fucking crazy.

Whatever he told you,

it was to manipulate you.

For all we know, they killed Vickie.

They're more than capable.

You think
they would've gone that far?

Wake up.

Those guys are fucking crazy.

Do you want me to tell you
what they did to me

the time I missed an appointment
with a customer

because I had gastroenteritis?

They raped me.

For...

the whole night.

X-Ray, Manny and Greg.

The whole night.

Leave!

I'm going to start to think
that you're stalking me.

Sorry, I know it's late, but...

Gabrielle, I told you that...

the second DNA sample
did not match any profile

in the National DNA
Data Bank of Canada.

Yes, and?

Are you going to tell me
you've hidden a third?

No, no.

No, but I also asked someone I know

who works in genetic genealogy

if he could run it

through private DNA banks.

OK, and?

We have a name.

It sounds like it's of French origin.

And there were three men in Montreal

who had that name in 2010.

I checked.

What's the name?

Hi, Dad.

There...

Did you have a nice day?

You would've been proud of me today.

I've made progress
on a very important case.

Hey, look at me.

I spoke with Mom.

She told me you were having
money problems.

You know her.

She stresses over nothing.

So if you have important documents
in your safe...

Kitchen.

What?

Utensil drawer.

What is it?

Dad.

No! OK.

Stella, are you OK?

-Are you OK?
-What are you doing here?

NEED HELP?

HELP CENTER FOR CRIME VICTIMS

Is Brown involved in something fishy

if he's in this picture?

Is he compromised?

That's what doesn't make any sense.

There must be an explanation.
Brown is as clean as the Pope.

Micha�l Francart
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