All language subtitles for P I S01E09 False friends [eng]

A man often came to pick her up
in a big car.

Why was this lead never looked into?

We never did, because, unfortunately,
we never got the information.

Excuse me?

R�mi Tessier was a new recruit

ten years ago, so it's not surprising

that his mind was elsewhere,
and he forgot.

Federal employees
are threatening to strike.

So we need to send
the case file now, otherwise,

Anderson could be in prison
for the rest of his life.

You knew that Laurent
was sleeping with a prostitute?

Laurent didn't kill Vickie Tremblay.
OK?

He was in Dubai
the night she was murdered.

You've known for two years
that your ex

had tampered with the evidence,
and you did nothing?

Why did Brown tell you
your testimony would be demolished?

I'd taken some sleeping pills

before going to bed.

He told me I'd have no credibility.

On November 10, 2010,
there was a water leak

near the building
where Vickie Tremblay lived.

So it was totally impossible

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

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

If someone framed Anderson,

this guy could've helped them

and pretended to be him.

TWO DAYS EARLIER

I found all the archives.

Oops. It's heavy.

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 in this difficult process.

Their work isn't well-known

and, most of the time, unsuccessful.

But for some,
abandoned by the system,

they represent
a last hope for justice.

They are the Innocence Project.

INNOCENCE PROJECT

Good morning.

FOR SALE

If you only knew what I had to do

to get the real estate agent
back on board.

Why do we still need
to sell the house?

I found

Dad's financial documents
in his safe.

Do you know what this house

is costing us?

And there's no way
I'm doing the renovations

your father should've done
ten years ago.

If it's about the renovations,
I'll take care of them.

He has plenty of money
in his accounts to pay for them.

That money will be used
to pay for his health care

for as long as he needs it.

Now's not the time
to throw it out the window

to renovate a house
that's useless to us.

That house is used
to house your daughter.

And it's full of love and memories,
things you can't replace.

You probably guessed
that I didn't invite you here

just to catch up.

You didn't? I'm disappointed.

I'd like to know...

what's going on
with Anderson Jean-Louis' case.

You know I can't talk
about ongoing cases.

Hey, come on, we worked our asses off

to send you the file
as quickly as possible

because you were supposed
to go on strike.

Yes, that was the plan,

but the government made us an offer
we couldn't refuse.

Good for you,

but meanwhile,
I have a guy who's been in jail

for 13 years for a crime
he didn't commit.

And he nearly died while in there.

They poisoned him, damn it.

What's more,
they shot one of his guards

because she talked to him a little
too closely, a little too often.

What?

The GRCC is going
to deny the application.

Excuse me?

The Group thinks that

the proof isn't strong enough

to justify reopening the case.

You didn't hear it from me.

Gentlemen.

Frank Pineau.

Born in Haiti.

He arrived in Montreal
at the age of 15

with his mother in 2006.

His criminal record
is as thick as a phone book.

Do you know what a phone book is?

Yes, I think we learned about it
in history class.

It was

big back in your day,

like the Rolling Stones
and smoking on planes.

This is the abridged version. OK?

And he no longer lives
at the address on file.

Perfect. We're on it, thanks.

You're welcome.

Can I access your server?

-In case I forgot any...
-Of course.

Do you know how to use a mouse?

Can you shut up? Thank you.

Seriously...

G�rard,

you need to talk to your colleagues.
Anderson is innocent.

The GRCC bases its decisions
on facts, Armand.

-Nothing but facts.
-Facts?

We gave you...

The Montreal-Nord store video,

what is that then?

Anderson doesn't have
the gift of ubiquity, damn it.

It was impossible for him

to pick the victim up
from her home that evening.

And if we hadn't been rushed
by your damn strike threat,

we would also have submitted the fact

that there was
another guy in Montreal

that night driving a car

that looked exactly like Anderson's.

What can I do, Armand?

I'm not the GRCC.

Look, you wanted an update,

I gave it to you.

Maybe I shouldn't have,

but there's nothing more
I can do for you.

It's a real shame,

but your case doesn't fit
the parameters

of the minister's demographic
conciliation for this year.

What demographic conciliation?

It means that it'd help
if your guy was Native.

You just said

the GRCC bases its decisions
on facts?

All right.

I told you I'd invite you,

but you'll put it on
your expense account at the Ministry.

Just tell them

you had lunch with a Native lawyer.

October 23, 2010, 9:45 a.m.

Gave the Yves Truck Messier
investigation file

to prosecutor Gendron.
He'll call when...

What did I do?

Ah, yes, I went to daycare,

I played with Mimi...

-What are you doing?
-I'm doing what you do.

I'm recording my day.

There are important things

for my work on this tape.

I'll give you another one.

That way, you can...

November 13, 2010, 3:42 p.m.

Took Julien Duchesne's contact info.

He came to the station

saying he had information

pertaining to the murder
of Vickie Tremblay.

Message passed on
to investigators Nault and Amiot.

I did give them the damn message.

Have a nice day.

Have a nice day, boss. Bye.

Strel, I'd like to ask you a favor.

"Hello, Mr. Strel. How are you?"

-"Good, thanks. You?"
-OK.

In the list of Tulpar SUVs,
one of them...

It's a company vehicle,

a company with one shareholder.

-Let me guess.
-Yup. Laurent de S�gur.

Last night, after you left,

Coupal and Gabrielle told us
that it was his DNA

that was excluded from the proof.

Small world, huh?

Maybe he'll take a polygraph,

but in the meantime,
can you research the vehicle?

de S�gur said he was in Dubai

the night of the murder,
but you never know.

I'll see what I can do.

-OK, thanks.
-You're welcome.

Ah, Strel.

Is it me, or is it just hard
to get out of here?

I stopped by my father's yesterday

to show him the pictures,
but nothing came of it.

-He didn't react.
-Where are the pictures?

Here, in my bag.

Why?

-Are these the originals?
-Yes.

Don't carry them around town.

What if you lose them?

Yeah...

I'll put them somewhere safe, OK?

OK, thanks.

Can I leave now?

-Yes.
-Yes, thank you.

-Thank you, have a nice day.
-Bye.

Message passed on to investigators

Nault and Amiot.

I don't know what to tell you, R�mi.

-We made a mistake.
-A big one, too.

Sorry.

Listen... we'll follow-up on it.

If there's anything
we missed back then

from not talking to your witness,

we'll find out, OK?

There are...

there are some personal things on it.

I'll make a copy for you

and one for Strel.

He gave me
such a hard time about it...

I need to show him.

-You don't mind?
-OK.

I'll send it later.

We'll talk to Strel, too,

so you don't take the fall
for our mistake.

It wouldn't be right.

That's nice, thanks.

I won't be fooled twice
by your hidden cameras.

-Your coat.
-Leave it.

-Open your coat.
-No.

Shit...

All right.

So?

I found the pictures.

Where are they?

What the hell's this?
Where are the other halves?

Not sure,

probably at Judge Launiere's.

Isn't he away?

He is, but his house is for sale.

His daughter lives there now.

Is she the one I met

at the fundraiser?

-He only has one.
-Shit...

What could they do

with halves?

I understand that
if we're seen together in a car,

we're both in trouble.

But I'm on this half, OK?

What about my half?

It's in a fucking envelope!

With a picture of the Papa Ga�ons
at Judge Launiere's.

I thought the house was empty.

But Launiere's daughter was there.

I wasn't going to shoot her.

That doesn't give me
my half of the picture.

Sorry, but I have the half

that was dangerous for me.

Deal with your own half,
I've done enough.

Anderson's case file
may not be perfect,

but we did give them proof

that Anderson couldn't have

picked up Vickie
because of road work.

What else do they need?

We need to figure it out.

I'm still waiting to hear whether
de S�gur will take a polygraph,

but I'd really like to have a list
of ready-made questions

in case he says yes.

I'll handle it.

I thought polygraphs
weren't admissible in court?

True. But these machines
measure anxiety levels.

So, out of court,
they give you a very good idea

whether the person has anything
on their conscience.

Police sometimes give them
to suspects

even if they know
it can't be used as evidence.

What's happening with Frank Pineau?

Strel gave us his record,

-but the address is no good.
-We're still looking.

OK, keep me posted.

We need to talk to him.

-It's urgent.
-Yes.

INCOMING CALL
R�MI TESSIER

-Who are you?
-Me?

What do you want?

Let's just say I'm a friend.

Yes, a friend of a...

law student currently
doing an internship

in something called...
the Innocence Project.

Maybe you've heard of it?

It's funny, because

they're trying to get one
of your buddies out of jail,

and you don't seem to like it.

We don't know
what you're talking about.

-You don't, huh?
-No.

It's just that we might be looking

at you guys, too.

Who's "we"?

Sorry, I'm not making myself clear.

That's "we".

Yeah...

And we, well, it depends,
there are several options.

It could also be
the financial crimes division.

You know, the guys who...

investigate fraud, embezzlement,

money laundering...
They're troublemakers, man.

And it's very rare for them
to leave empty-handed.

-Rare.
-Nonsense.

You got nothing.

So get out of here
before I call my lawyers. OK?

It's a nice house you got there.

Yeah.

I hear you have an indoor pool?

-You know a lot.
-Yes. Yes.

It'd be a shame to lose it, you know.

And maybe a lot of other stuff,

just because of a sauce company

that's become a little too spicy
for the rest of us.

So, B�n� and her
Innocence Project buddies...

leave them alone.

Is that clear?

Have a nice day.

Not too much chlorine,
it dries out the skin.

Black don't crack!

Forget it, man.
I looked everywhere for this guy.

I looked up Frank Pineau,
Fran�ois Pineau,

F. Pineau, Franky Boy Pineau...
There's nothing.

-Nothing.
-Wait.

No phone number,

no land registers, no social media...

-Wait. Jack Pineau?
-No, it's not Jack Pineau.

-It's Frank Pineau.
-No, no. Jack Pineau.

Frank's cousin.

He testified for him
in a trial six years ago.

Jack Pineau...

You have one new message.

Hi, Strel, it's R�mi Tessier.

Listen to this audio memo
I just found.

November 13, 2010, 3:42 p.m.

Took Julien Duchesne's contact info.

He came to the station

saying he had information

pertaining to the murder
of Vickie Tremblay.

Message passed on to investigators

Nault and Amiot.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Maybe it's time you told us

where you were on the night
of November 10, 2010.

While you remain silent,

your buddies don't.

-Who?
-Manny.

He told B�n� you were doing
a drug deal

the night Vickie was killed,
that there were four of you:

Manny, X-Ray, Greg... and you.

-Bullshit...
-That's not all.

He also said you suddenly left

at some point,

exactly when Vickie was killed.

That's fucking bullshit!

If it's bullshit,

why don't you tell us
what happened that night?

It's not that hard.

If you were a normal client,
I wouldn't ask.

I wouldn't care where you were.
And I'd defend you

by showing all the flaws
in the prosecution's evidence.

But I've already told you:
in a case like yours,

it's up to you
to prove your innocence.

Since the beginning,
I've been waiting for one thing.

For you to find out

what happened that night.

Are you even trying?

I don't get it.

What else happened
in Montreal that night?

Use your fucking brains!

Make an effort. Fuck.

"Make an effort..."

The nerve on him.

Yes, but he's not wrong.
We never looked

at what else happened
in Montreal that night.

Yeah...

What if it's not
the right Jack Pineau?

There can't be 500 Jack Pineaus

in Montreal.

It's the only lead we have

on that name right now, so...

Hello, ma'am. Um...

Is Jack home, by any chance?

Jack.

-Yes?
-Hello.

-You're Jack Pineau?
-Yeah.

Frank Pineau's cousin?

Have you found anything
since you called?

Yes. I think we have

a few options for the night
of November 10, 2010.

-I saw that...
-Hold on, it's Strel.

Strel, Strel... Hello?

Yeah.

Yes, I'm in front of my computer.

OK, I'll look. Thanks.

Thank you. Bye. Bye.

He found something about the SUV.

Oh, yes.

What is it?

It looks like a parking ticket.

de S�gur's SUV ran a red light

in Old Montreal...

on the night of November 10, 2010.

He was caught by photo radar.

Is he visible on the picture?

No, just the license plate.

But if de S�gur was in Dubai

on November 10, 2010...

Why was his SUV
driving around Old Montreal?

Max and I didn't know about it.

But you know
what investigations are like.

I mean, we got up to 50 calls a day.

That means 50 leads.

We were overwhelmed.

I like R�mi,

but he leaves a piece of paper
on the edge of a counter

then declines all responsibility.

I think you've blamed him
enough already.

R�mi is starting
to look like a scapegoat.

It's not his fault...

Plus,
our boss resigned that same day.

It was hell.

Anyway...

It's not an excuse.

We're going to fix this mistake.
We feel pretty bad.

You know, Sylvie,

I don't want to get anyone
from the police in trouble.

-OK?
-I know.

Listen, Camille...

We have resources that neither you
nor the Innocence Project have.

Use us.

We'll look
into Julien Duchesne's tip.

We'll see if anything comes of it.

Are you serious? Being right now...

I'll take all the help I can get.

We're on it.

Tell us what you have
and how we can help.

OK.

Julien Duchesne's information

was that Vickie Tremblay
had a sugar daddy

whom he thought she was blackmailing.

So the assumption
is that the sugar daddy

hired someone to kill Vickie for him.

Do you have any idea

who that sugar daddy might be?

Frank Pineau.

-Ever heard of him?
-No.

You need to make another call.

Your long face

isn't going to change
the GRCC's mind.

They're pissing me off.

So is Anderson.

He could at least help us help him.

Crying about it won't help us either.

Actually...

I have an idea, but...

I wanted to talk to you about it.
It's a long shot,

-but it could...
-Hold on.

De S�gur agreed
to take the polygraph.

On the advice of his lawyer.

Finally, some good news.

What's new, guys?

We found Jack Pineau, Frank's cousin.

We don't know where Frank is,

but Jack gave us
his mother's address.

We went twice,
but there was no answer, so...

-we'll go back tomorrow morning.
-Yes.

Do you have anything?

Yes, a couple of things

happened on the night
of November 10, 2010.

A Gardir armored car was robbed.

Both guards died,

and over a million
vanished into thin air.

No, no, it's too big for the Ga�ons.

-Anything else?
-Yes.

There was a police raid

in Plateau-Mont-Royal.

A drug deal
between the mafia and a street gang.

Maybe that's Manny's drug deal.

No, it says everyone was arrested.

-Is that all?
-No, there was...

a batch of luxury cars
loaded onto a boat

in the Old Port, heading for Africa,

and usually, luxury car thefts...

It's a street gang specialty.

Are you sure nobody followed you?

Not that I know of.

Does that mean yes or no, damn it?

No.

You asked me to come, here I am.

I'm not supposed to see you alone,
you know that.

I don't like your partner's face.

Relax,

it's dangerous for me to be here too.

No, if this gets out,
you lose your job.

If it gets out, I'm dead.
So don't tell me to relax.

What's going on?

The Hells are planning a big job,
an armored car.

-When?
-November 10.

In the parking lot
of the Soleil supermarket

in Riviere-des-Prairies.

-Which company?
-Gardir.

One of the guards

is in on it with us.

What? The leaders of the Hells

are all under 24/7 surveillance.

It's not like them
to take a risk like that.

They planned

for a street gang to do it.

Which street gang?

I don't know.

My job is to give you
the information I have.

I can't work miracles.

What's your role in it?

You know the Hells
don't trust anybody.

So I'm going to check what's going on

and get our share of the money.

You come with the cavalry,

I'll make sure I get the tip,

and I'll get the hell out
when I see that you're on your way.

All right.

-Are you done?
-Yes.

Let's go.

Good evening.

Everything OK?

Yes.

Do you think it will affect
Gabrielle if it gets out?

No one's talking
about letting it get out anywhere.

I'm only asking you to look into it.

But if word gets out

that her ex tampered
with DNA samples,

all the criminals he helped convict
are going to be set free, right?

That's what we've been saying,

but in concrete terms,
how many criminals would that be?

Are there that many?

Are we talking about 100 psychopaths

or five heat pump thieves?

Does Gabrielle know about this?

No, no.

I want to know where things stand
before I talk to her.

A criminalist's basic conviction

is that it's better to have
ten guilty people on the loose

only one innocent man in prison.

Maybe it's time we did more
than just talk.

Yes?

Hello, is this Sandra Lazarre?

-Yes.
-Yes.

We're law students.

We're doing an internship
at the Innocence Project.

And we'd like to talk
to your son, if he's there.

Who?

Your son, Frank Pineau.

No, no. You have the wrong address.

Your nephew told us that...

There's no Frank here. Leave me be

or I'll call the police.

Do I ring again?

He must've taken his mother's name.

Dude. We're so stupid.

We went
through all the criminal cases

in which Jonathan Brochu
was involved.

His analyses were decisive

in the conviction of seven people.

Out of 150.

These four are still in jail now.

They'd definitely be acquitted
if Jonathan's story came out.

Only four?

Yes, but these two are murderers.

And two repeat rapists.

I found a... a polygraph expert.

What is it? Did we get some bad news?

-No.
-No...

Who are these guys?

Nothing, it's...

These guys...

were convicted

thanks to your ex's DNA analysis.

So Jonathan was your long shot.

And you asked our interns
to work behind my back.

I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have done that.

The day I have to give
de S�gur a polygraph, no less.

Well, I... I...

I've put all the questions
on the server for you.

Yes. I don't know why,
but I lack the inspiration

to thank you right now, B�n�dicte.

I can't find anything
in the court registry.

Wait, there's one here.

I think I've got it.

He took his mother's name.

Please leave, I'm about to start.

That won't be necessary.

I have nothing to hide.

Is your name Laurent de S�gur?

Yes.

-Are you 59 years old?
-Yes.

Were you in Montreal
on November 10, 2010?

No, I was in Dubai.

Just answer yes or no, please.

Were you in Montreal
on November 10, 2010?

No.

Did you know Vickie Tremblay?

Yes.

Did you know that Vickie Tremblay
was a prostitute?

Yes.

Did you have sexual relations
with Miss Tremblay in November 2010?

Yes.

Did Miss Tremblay
consent to sexual relations?

Yes.

Did Vickie Tremblay
try to blackmail you?

No, never.

-Did you kill Vickie Tremblay?
-No.

Did you ask someone
to kill Vickie Tremblay?

No, come on! No.

Do you know Anderson Jean-Louis
personally?

Pineau never disappeared!
He just changed his name.

He took his mother's name?

His last name is now Lazarre.

But that's not all.
He also Frenchified his first name.

Fran�ois instead of Frank.

Did you try to contact
Fran�ois Lazarre?

We went to his address,
but no one was there.

-We'll try again tonight.
-Tonight?

-Tonight.
-Good idea.

All right, Johanne.

Laurent is clearly telling the truth.

He didn't kill Vickie Tremblay.

I don't even know
how you could have doubted it.

I'd still like to know what his SUV

was doing in Old Montreal
on the night of the murder.

Not far from Hotel K, either.

Were you driving it?

It's possible.

Yes,
I looked for Vickie all over town

all night long,
driving like a maniac.

I wanted to kill that little bitch.

I finally found her at Hotel K.

And I took care of her.

Excuse me?

Seriously, Gabrielle. Seriously...

I'm exhausted. Exhausted.

If you want the truth...

I often met my lover at Hotel Diamant

in Old Montreal back then.

That must be it.

Would you like me
to take a polygraph?

We have one right here!

Fine, the case is closed.

The last time I saw Vickie,

she asked me to bring her
a pack of yellow cigarettes.

"You know, the ones I like.
You'd be a sweetheart."

I bought a carton,
but I never got to give them to her.

Do you have anything under that name?

Lazarre. Fran�ois Lazarre.

I'm going to need your attention,
everyone.

I have to go, Camille.

Let me know if you find anything.

OK? Thanks, buddy.

From now on,
forget about Laurent de S�gur,

he's not the murderer.

Mr. de S�gur was in Dubai
on November 10, 2010,

on a business trip.

Plus, Vickie Tremblay
never blackmailed him.

He didn't rape her,
he didn't kill her

and he didn't hire anyone
to do the job for him.

He answered all our questions
on the polygraph,

and according to the expert,

he was telling the truth
with every answer.

Without exception.

If he was in Dubai,

why was his SUV in Old Montreal?

Because his wife
needed to take his car

to... to run some errands.

To run errands?
In the middle of the night?

Yes, urgent errands. OK?

If you decide
to keep digging into it,

let me know
so I can start looking for a new job.

Ah, Gabrielle...

We'd never have done that.

Were you, yes or no,

in the port of Montreal
on the night of November 10, 2010?

What's the problem?

I'm talking about car theft.

Less serious than murder.

Listen to me carefully.

It's really time you helped yourself,

because your story has as many holes

as Swiss cheese.

And I'm not here to eat a raclette.

She's not saying anything,

but trust me,
my interns are sick of it as well.

Is that so?

You guys are all sick of it?

OK, cool.

And are two murders better than one?

There was no murder in the port.

Were there any murders?

No...

There was no murder
during the drug deal.

The only place where there were...
murders...

During the armored truck robbery?

I wasn't there when it happened.

And nobody was supposed to die.
But Greg...

He lost it and went crazy.

Manny and X-Ray
tried to calm him down, but...

Wait. You guys robbed the Gardir?

It was the Hells' plan.

We just executed it.

If this ever gets out...

The bikers, X-Ray, Manny,
everyone will...

I'm fucking dead, man.

But that's not the only reason you
didn't want to tell us about it, huh?

We made so much money that night.

That's how X-Ray
was able to start his business.

His uncle in Florida... Come on, man.

And I have an aunt in Alaska,
you know?

That's bullshit.

But now it's non-stop.

He launders the bikers' money
through his company.

But the thing is that

I made money too that night.

And I'll need it
when I get out of here.

I don't want to disappoint you,
but your money...

not sure your bros kept it for you.

Two murders.

We're not making progress.
We're sinking.

I wasn't there.

And I swear,
nobody was supposed to die.

A guy from the Hells
was our connection.

Do you remember his name?

He never told us.

And none of us
were supposed to see him.

He needed someone to stand guard

outside the Riviere-des-Prairies
police station.

Why?

He wanted to be warned

if the police received a call
or if there was any movement

at the station so everyone
could get the hell out quickly.

That's why he left

a prepaid phone
at the Montreal-Nord store.

I got there around 11 p.m.

I got the phone.

And I stood guard at the station.

Where were Manny, X-Ray
and Greg at that time?

They were waiting for the van
in the supermarket parking lot.

Oh, fuck...

At some point,
the guy from the Hells called me.

I wasn't quite sure why.

Yo.

What's going on at the station?
Any movement?

No, nothing's happening.

What do you mean?

Where are you?
Do you have visual contact?

Yeah, I'm right in front of it.

I'm across the street...

Nothing's going on.

Hey!

Fuck.

I heard the gunshots.

Fuck.

And the biker swearing.

Wait. Was the biker
at the scene with your friends?

We knew he was
monitoring the operation

from a place nearby.

But nobody was supposed to see him,
you know?

The plan was
to leave the Hells' share

in the van so he could take it

once we were out of there.

OK. What did you do next?

After you heard the gunshots.

I called the guys
from the prepaid phone.

I was freaking out.

I didn't know if they were
the ones who'd been shot.

But the Hells had said

to leave our phones off all night.

So no one picked up.

I was freaking out, man.

What did you do?

I threw the phone out.

I didn't know what to do.

In my head,

I thought the guys were dead
or injured or whatever.

I had to go check.

Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck.

Where was your cavalry...

He was screaming at his phone.

I didn't really understand
what he was saying.

Easy, I was in front of the station.

I'm with you.

What are you doing here? Fuck off.

Are the guys OK?

-Fuck off!
-Are the boys...

Fuck.

Anyway, I left.

Did you talk
to your friends again that night?

No.

I went home and went to bed.

The next morning...

I learned Vickie was dead.

Are we not telling Strel?

No. He's a nice guy,
but he's a policeman.

We don't want to tell the police.

Seriously, what do they
teach you in college?

And you...

don't tell anyone else either.

Not even Gabrielle?

I'll take care of it.

Everything Anderson just told us

is part of professional secrecy.

Damn it, I wish I hadn't known.

An investigation
that never found anything?

Money that was never found?

This is big!

I don't want to get involved.
It's not our job.

And I guess it doesn't matter
that he wasn't at the scene

when the murders were committed?

It doesn't change a thing.

He'd be accused of murder, too.

Fuck. Fuck.

-Samir.
-Fuck.

-Frank. Frank.
-Oh, shit.

Frank. Frank.

We've just found a body.

I... I don't know.

2470, Sherbrooke street.

Frank... Pineau.

No, Lazarre. Frank. Frank. Frank.

Yes, yes, the guys are with us.

They're fine.

Thanks, Strel, keep in touch.

Strel said that Pineau

AKA Fran�ois Lazarre

was shot point-blank.

Neighbors heard noises.

No one saw anything,
there's no suspect.

The investigators think
it was a drug deal gone bad,

but Strel isn't so sure about that.

Without Pineau,

can we prove Anderson was framed?

I mean, there's still
the Christmas store manager.

Forget it.

We don't have the white car

or the guys anymore.

We're going to have to get up early.

Hi, Sylvie, it's Strel.

Can we meet?

Text me where, I'll be there.

See you later.

R�mi, it's Strel.

Where are you?

I have a favor to ask of you.

Do you sleep well

with two deaths on your conscience?

Why didn't you send
the fucking cavalry?

Why do I sell you information
if you don't do anything with it?

Listen to me, the days of cowboy
police officers are over. OK?

If I had talked,
I would've lost my job.

My bosses would've known
I'd spoken with an informant

on my own to get a tip like that.

Then why did you agree
to see me alone?

On the phone, you told me you wanted

to discuss your job as an informer.

You never said

you had a bomb like that, damn it.

-A robbery.
-Bullshit.

I think you understand
that if a robbery

that big can happen,

your boss would be
in trouble and would resign.

-What are you on?
-What?

You've become interim director
of the SPM

because he resigned.

He was already in trouble,
and then bam!

A multimillion-dollar robbery,

two deaths in the same night...

Think what you want, I don't care.

One more thing: the big Black guy

who was arrested for killing a whore.

Anderson Jean-Louis?

He stood guard at the station for us.

So he obviously didn't kill her.

What do you mean he stood guard
at the station for you?

I told you we'd put a gang on it.

I don't control the Hells' decisions,

I only work for them.

They chose the Papa Ga�ons,

so they did the job with us.

Shit...

-I know his mother.
-I see.

Poor lady,

I'm going to have to kill her son.

He saw me and heard me
when I left you a message.

So it's pretty easy to guess
that I'm an informant.

No, don't touch that guy.

-Is that clear?
-OK.

Make sure he stays
in jail for a while then.

There are plenty of Hells in jail.

What will keep Anderson from talking?

My bosses want to start working

with the Papa Ga�ons
to launder money.

With a sauce company.

So if this guy stays out of jail

and starts getting along with them,

maybe he'll want
to move up the ladder.

Maybe he'll gush about what he saw.

What do I know?
This is all your fault.

So take care of it, or I will.

By the way,

if you try to fuck me in any way,
you're finished.

I took some pictures to a lawyer

to... to protect myself.

Pictures of what?

One of us sitting in my car talking

and one of the robbery.

Don't mess around. Be careful.

Keep me in the loop.

There must be an explanation.

Yeah.

Thanks again, R�mi.

I'm not very comfortable with this,

but I have to see this through.

OK.

She's here. I'll call you back.

-OK, bye.
-Bye.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Sorry to interrupt your run.

No worries.

I don't even like it.

I've always been suspicious
of anyone who says otherwise.

Did you see that...

Frank Pineau was killed today?

Yes.

We saw.

Don't you think it's weird?

We talk about Pineau at lunchtime,
and the next day,

he was found shot.

Where are you going with this?

Is there something I should know,
Sylvie?

Why do you ask?

Pineau was an asshole who hung out

with street gangs
since he was 15, I mean...

That was to be expected.

You said it yourself
at lunchtime yesterday.

It's just that I spoke
to the investigators,

and they told me the neighbors

heard arguing before Pineau was shot.

And it wasn't young people.

An argument
between a man and a woman.

Did you go see him?

What?

Why would we?

The guy had changed
his name anyway, so...

we couldn't have found him

even if we'd wanted to.

That's true.

You're right.

All right.

I'm glad we cleared that up.

I'll let you finish your run.

I'm going to run to my bed.

Keep in touch.

Yes.

I'm sick of his stupid questions.

You're out of your fucking mind!

Let's get out of here.

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He said: "The last time I saw Vickie,

"she said, 'Please bring me
yellow cigarettes,

"you know, the ones I like.
You'd be a sweetheart."

-And?
-Don't you think it's weird?

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