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Ms. Béliveau?

That's me. What's going on?

It's about your daughter.

What is it?

RUNAWAY

TOO YOUNG TO DIE. FRIENDS FOREVER.

- Hello? - Hi, Jess?

Fanny, where are you?

Tell me it's not true about Ariane.

Jess? What happened?

Her mom said they don't know. They're gonna do an autopsy.

They found her on a sidewalk.

What? She was on a sidewalk?

Apparently, she was wearing a miniskirt and heels.

Wait, was she still seeing clients?

Yeah, she was hanging out with Carlo.

Wait, where are you? Are you OK? What are you doing?

I'm in Toronto with Damien.

I gotta go. Talk soon, OK?

I love you.

You too. Be careful. I don't wanna lose you.

Yeah. I'll call soon, OK?

Fuck!

What happened to Ariane?

Hey, Fanny! What's up, sexy?

You promised Damien she'd stop taking clients!

What are you talking about?

First, stay out of my business.

Second, no one tells me what to do, especially not Damien.

Ariane's dead, and it's your fault!

Yeah, I heard about some girl on the news.

Look, it's sad. Ariane was a cool bitch.

But I hadn't seen her in a while.

By the way, tell Damien to hurry up with my cash.

It's been a while since I got anything from him.

- Poor Sylvie! - I know. It's horrible.

We have to find Fanny, fast.

I'm checking all the escort sites. We'll find her eventually.

It's useless! The girls never show their faces.

Mom?

I'm going back to Damien's condo. You never know.

When are you gonna come back home?

I don't know.

I don't know. I...

I can't stand to see her empty room.

I'm eating with Anabel tonight. Wanna come?

Yeah.

- Bye, Mom! - Bye, sweetie!

It's Jessica.

Where is she?

- Is she OK? - Oh my God!

Did you call the police?

How's it going? I have to go to Montreal for a couple days.

Ariane's dead.

You never talked to Carlo about getting her to stop.

Fanny, you know Carlo is full of shit!

Yeah, just like you!

What's with you this morning? Are you on your period?

- What are you doing? - I'm going to Montreal.

Fanny, you can't just go.

My friend is dead! I wanna be there. And I fucking hate it here!

Oh yeah?

Well, you won't get far. Vlad's coming.

Who's Vlad? Another one of your buddies?

He's the guy who lives here.

He's gonna take care of you from now on.

Take care of me?

What's that supposed to mean?

You're not coming back, are you?

That's pretty much it, yeah.

What about us?

My career always comes first.

You've known that from the start.

So, you don't love me?

You never loved me, did you?

That's not it. It's just...

When we first met, it was amazing.

But things have just gotten too complicated.

Complicated?

Your parents, the cops, your principles...

We're always fighting. I need real fucking love!

I need something fluid, unconstrained.

We argue. You don't trust me.

Sure, it's always my fault!

- Well, it isn't mine! - Sure.

I'm just trying to get by.

Thanks. Here are your keys.

Fanny, Vlad. Vlad, Fanny.

Nice bitch!

Damien! You can't just leave me alone here!

Fuck you! I fucking hate you, you asshole!

Get the fuck out of here! Take your stupid ring!

You're a fucking asshole! I hate you!

Fuck you!

- Calm the fuck down! - Let go of me, you fucking prick!

Toronto's a big city.

Valdez is gonna try to trace the call.

She said she'd keep me posted.

- Mom! - Hey, sweetie!

Why aren't you at school?

She wasn't feeling well. I let her stay home.

I had a stomach ache.

School is important, you know.

I don't want you guys to get a divorce.

We're not gonna get a divorce.

Your dad and I love each other.

Don't worry about that, OK?

Maybe we should let the police look for a while.

Have a seat.

We met two or three times.

I might have seen her at a party.

You're Carlo Stevenson's girlfriend?

Yep.

Put this on.

Put it on!

Just take it easy, breathe. It's gonna be OK. All right?

And this?

That was at the video shoot for my friend's band, Bone.

I stopped by.

Damien Stone... He's a friend of yours?

I like hip-hop.

All right, arms up. Come on, arms up! There you go!

Yeah, smile for me.

Spread your legs.

There. That's a good girl.

Ariane left her father's house to go live with you?

I think I would have noticed if she had.

Does the name Tony ring a bell?

He hires escorts pretty often.

No, why would I know him?

We've been watching him. He goes to the same spots as you.

He's assaulted women before.

- Get over here! - Help me!

Come on.

Just calm down.

Shut up!

Please.

Please!

Help me!

And do you know where Fanny Couture is?

Let me go!

Isn't she in a group home?

Isn't she in Calgary or Edmonton or something?

Someone told me she was in the Maritimes.

Canada's a big country. And so beautiful.

Anytime!

Dad! Bone is playing Montreal in two days!

Think Fanny's back?

Fuck!

- What's going on? - Mathias swore.

Bone is playing Montreal.

Jesus! I'm starting to think you're in my fan club.

So, how's the weather in Toronto?

What would I be doing there?

The French music scene is here in Quebec.

Good!

Next time, earn a tip.

Hungry?

- How much? - Total is $24.55.

Thank you, sir.

What happened? The pizza guy, he saw you?

I can't understand you.

Calm down! What the fuck?

Where's my sister? Where's Fanny?

Where is she, you fucking psycho?

Where'd you get my address, you little shit?

Come on!

Listen, fucker! It's a long way down, huh?

Show your face here again, and I'll push you over the edge!

A baseball bat...

Get the fuck out of here! Got it?

- I'm not in the right headspace. - I understand.

Madam? You are in Montreal?

Sorry, I don't understand you.

Number is Montreal, correct? Madam?

Sorry, sir. You have the wrong number.

You have a client.

Go take a shower.

Come on!

Madam, I have a message.

What do you want?

Young girl in a house! She asked for help!

Help! She needs help!

I am in Toronto!

In Toronto? You are in Toronto?

What is this address, please?

I think it's her.

- Where is she? - Vermont Street.

515 Belmont Street?

Vermont Street?

Police! Check the rooms.

- Clear! - You can't do this!

- Where's the warrant? - Where's the girl?

- What girl? - Fanny Couture.

- Don't go in that room! - Shut up!

- Don't go in that fucking room! - Shut up!

It's OK.

I'm not gonna hurt you, OK?

It's OK. You're gonna be OK.

It's OK. You're safe now.

You hungry?

Have you decided what you want to do?

I want to press charges.

OK. I'll need you to make a sworn statement.

It'll be recorded.

Yeah, they explained everything in Toronto.

Look, I just never want to see Damien again, OK?

Of course.

You'll have to go back to the group home.

If you want to go home,

your parents will have to petition the judge.

What's gonna happen to Damien?

I'll do everything in my power to get him arrested.

And convicted.

It's not a sure thing?

Fanny?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I started out dancing at Liquid Gold Bar.

I worked from 8:00 p.m. to 4:00 a.m.

Damien hid the cash in his microwave.

Antoine Tremblay, you're accused of assault,

human trafficking, forgery and procurement.

What is this?

You have the right to remain silent and to consult a lawyer.

- Fuck you! - We're taking you to the station.

My first client was...

I don't remember what neighbourhood. It was a big house somewhere.

I'll never forget it.

I didn't take photos of my injuries. I was too ashamed.

I was embarrassed.

It was like a fairy tale.

He did everything he could to make me happy,

and I bought into it.

I loved him so much.

It's like I was blinded by it.

And I thought he loved me too.

I guess he didn't.

Thank you, Fanny.

SOME TIME LATER

You're beautiful, honey.

Thanks, Dad.

- Fanny, right? - Yeah.

I'll try to remember!

I feel like you've changed since we met.

ANTOINE TREMBLAY, AKA DAMIEN STONE, ACCUSED OF PIMPING

ALLEGED PIMP RELEASED ON BAIL

Goddammit! How did this happen?

Fucking lousy justice system!

TREMBLAY HID OUT IN A LUXURY CONDO

I'd be lying if I said our case was rock solid.

He covered his tracks well.

He always paid cash, had no bank account in his name.

He had someone else book the clients.

Your testimony will be crucial.

- In court? - We have no choice.

I don't understand! I said everything on camera.

You still need to testify.

His lawyer has to be able to cross-examine you.

I don't want to.

Isn't there some way around it?

I'll drop the charges then. I told you I don't want to see him!

- Look... - Are you afraid of him?

That's not it.

- You don't get it. - What is it? Tell us.

I'm afraid I'll fall in love with him again.

That's a very common reaction.

I'm serious.

Without her testimony, we could lose the case.

Then so be it.

Look, we want that asshole in prison,

but the most important thing is that our daughter gets past this.

Everyone at school is asking about you.

They just think I'm a whore.

Not everyone is like that.

I'm never going back there.

I feel like my brain isn't working these days anyway.

Valdez came by to ask me some questions.

Really?

I can testify that I saw your injuries after Damien hit you,

but that's it.

I don't wanna talk about it, Jess.

Fanny, come on!

It's so unfair.

He's playing shows and signing autographs,

and she won't even leave the house.

Sylvie phoned. She got the autopsy report back.

Ariane died of a fentanyl overdose.

It is true that you're taking clients?

I've never seen so much money in my entire life!

Hey, Jess!

Long time no see!

What do you want?

I was in the neighbourhood.

Look, I wish things had ended differently with Fanny.

I really loved her.

Fuck you!

I heard she's not doing well.

- The trial won't help. - Leave me alone!

You might not understand how it works,

but they're gonna ask for details, insinuate things.

They'll make her relive everything.

Fanny's not gonna backslide.

Do what you want, OK?

But if Fanny was my friend,

I'd tell her to put it behind her and start over.

Leave, or I'll call the cops.

Do what you want.

But when my lawyer asks if she consented,

you'll have to tell the truth.

Well, if it isn't the little suburbanite!

I hear you're back at the mall, making $15 an hour.

How do you like your new life?

What do you want?

Look, Damien is my friend. I hate seeing him go through this.

I mean, his career was just starting to take off.

Stop it! You don't give a shit about anyone.

Damien, Bone, Natacha, Ariane... You couldn't care less!

Oh yeah? Well, you're right.

But I do care about my money.

And if Damien goes to jail, I won't see that money.

Leave me alone.

I just wanted to give you a bit of advice.

Keep selling those rags and forget the trial.

- If you testify― - I'm not afraid of you!

Oh yeah? You might not be, but I bet your little sister is.

- Stay away from her! - She's young, huh?

And she's real cute with those little braces.

Wouldn't want her to end up like Ariane.

Fuck you!

Your boyfriend is a fucking psycho!

Go back to your little suburban life and let the adults work, OK?

Damien sold me, Nat!

Took you long enough to figure it out!

I thought you were my friend.

I thought so too.

You gave me GHB.

You let your buddies rape me while you filmed!

Damien asked me to.

He set it all up. The drugs, the guys, the place...

Everything.

The girls are more willing after.

And what about Ariane?

Carlo sent her to a really sketchy client.

I guess she took those drugs to work up the nerve.

- And you knew about it. - I tried to stop her.

Aren't you afraid of what might happen to you?

At a certain point, you're just in too deep.

The trial is gonna start soon.

Do what needs to be done.

Make them pay, all of them.

Even if you have to tear your heart to pieces.

It'll help you move on.

You too, Nat. Do what needs to be done.

It's not too late to change your life.

Me?

I don't even know what a normal life looks like.

- Hi! - Hello!

How are you doing?

We hardly slept.

This way.

- Have a seat. - Thank you.

Your responses will be filmed and broadcast in the courtroom.

Do you want to look over your statement?

No. Answering questions is enough. I wanna get this over with.

The victim, Fanny Couture, will be testifying via video link.

Ms. Fanny Couture, are you ready to testify?

Yes.

Please speak up, Ms. Couture.

Yes.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

Ms. Couture?

Do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

Ms. Couture, say: "I swear."

I can't, Mom.

Ms. Couture, say: "I swear."

Court is adjourned until 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.

You were having a nightmare.

Are you ever gonna forgive me?

You got out of there.

By yourself.

You're strong.

You're the strongest girl I know.

It's OK.

Your lawyer proposed to show the court

your recorded statement instead.

The judge might not allow it, but we'll see.

So, we could lose the trial, and Damien would go free?

You'll have given him a scare. That counts for something.

It's gonna be OK.

Do you know a bald guy with a tattoo on his neck?

Maybe.

He gave this to me. He said: "From Fanny."

Anabel, that man works with Damien.

Mom!

He's dangerous.

If he ever comes near you, call the police right away.

- Promise? - Yeah.

Mom! I have to talk to you!

Mr. Baldwin, will the plaintiff be testifying?

She came to a new decision.

She now wishes to address the court directly.

Ms. Couture, would you like us to install screens

to block your view of the accused?

I'm fine.

I want him to know I'm not afraid of him anymore.

Ms. Couture, do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

- Say: "I solemnly swear." - I solemnly swear.

Do you know Damien Stone?

You mean Antoine Tremblay?

Yes.

And what was your relationship to him?

He was my pimp.

What do you mean by that?

Antoine Tremblay forced me to sell my body...

to exchange sexual services for money.

And everything I earned went right into his pockets.

And over the six months you knew him,

how much would you say these services were worth?

I'd say I earned between $40,000 and $50,000.

And how can you be certain?

I know because...

because I remember each one of those men.

I remember each man who came near me.

I remember what bed it was in and where.

I remember what they had me do, what they forced me to do...

and how much they paid for it.

All those memories are here...

and here, everywhere.

And they'll never go away.

I'll be forced to live with these men

for the rest of my life.

With their smell, everything. I'll carry that with me forever.

PIMP ANTOINE TREMBLAY SENTENCED TO FIVE YEARS IN PRISON.