♪ ♪ FUMAL: Well, well, the great detective.

I'm Chief Inspector Maigret.

KERNAVEL: I'm under pressure.

I need a result.

SOPHIE (on phone): I'm in trouble.

BERCY (on phone): Do you know who I am?

MAIGRET: No, but I know what you did.

You've just challenged a killer.

A French citizen was murdered.

I know how, where, when, and I'm close to knowing by whom.

You're playing a dangerous game, boss.

Checkmate.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (crickets chirping) (static hisses) (static hisses) (static hisses) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (necklace rattles) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (dogs barking in distance) (yelps) No!

(object pounds, body drops) (whimpering) (whimpering) (object pounds) ♪ ♪ (phone ringing) LOUISE: Maigret.

Inspector Foulon.

(phone ringing) (ringing stops) Foulon.

Okay.

Send me your location.

(sighs) You pulled a double shift?

Mm-hmm.

It got busy.

We're short-staffed.

(exhales): You must get some sleep.

Hm.

I had a strange dream.

Was I in it?

Not this time.

(thunder rumbling) ANNOUNCER (on radio): It's 5:00 a.m.

in a rainy Paris.

The headlines: still no progress in catching the thieves responsible for Tuesday's audacious bank heist.

It's the third robbery in less than two months, and criticism of the police is growing.

It will not be helped by La Crim's decision to promote Inspector Maigret, who has led the investigation so far... ♪ ♪ Stop here.

(people talking in background) Inspector.

♪ ♪ Maigret.

Foulon.

Who found him?

A chef from le Jeu de Paume cycling home.

A blow to the head, maybe heavy enough to kill him.

But not here.

Not enough blood.

Yes.

Especially given the fact that he has no face.

So.

Killed somewhere else and dumped here.

It could be a drug killing, the face mutilated as a warning.

Except... Except his shoes.

His very expensive shoes.

Why did you call me?

Because I know they will say this is something which it isn't.

So I won't get the resources to investigate it properly.

Who's the prosecutor?

Kernavel.

You know she likes to be first on scene.

(car door closes) ♪ ♪ Heard about your promotion, Chief Inspector.

My congratulations.

What are you doing here?

I was passing by.

I doubt it.

Foulon called you.

Well, this is clearly a gang killing: victim beaten up, left in a public place to send a message.

It's not one for you, or La Crim.

You should concentrate on more urgent cases, which right now are these bank robberies-- any leads yet?

Not yet-- they're clever.

Three robberies and no leads.

It's not exactly impressive, is it?

They won't always be clever.

Besides it's just money-- no one's died.

Not yet.

Leave this to Inspector Foulon.

It's a tragedy, of course, but there are so many.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Oof, sweetheart.

(gasps softly) (exhales): Progesterone.

Like injecting motor oil.

But still, this time, it will work.

Mm, what did Foulon want?

Help with a corpse.

Can you help?

I was told not to.

Prosecutor Kernavel is more worried about banks being robbed than a dead Black man.

Isn't Foulon the one whose wife ran off?

Yes.

She is living in São Paolo with a tennis coach.

(chuckles): No one has the heart to tell him.

(stove igniter clicking) Why are you so busy at work?

(sighs): We had an old lady with dementia.

Family checked her into hospital and then went to Mauritius for a holiday.

Nice.

She kept asking if she could come home with me.

You shouldn't be working so hard.

Pot, kettle.

Tell me about your dream.

It was odd.

I was at home again... (phone rings) (scoffs) Lucas.

LUCAS (over phone): There's been a development on the bank robberies, boss.

It's not good-- Janvier will pick you up.

Please, not Janvier-- she's a terrible driver.

LUCAS: She'll be outside in two minutes.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ JANVIER: Morning, Chief Inspector.

Janvier.

(engine revving) (tires screeching) What's the fuss about?

(seatbelt clicks) New footage of Tuesday's robbery.

A tourist was filming for her Instagram account, caught all the action outside the bank on her phone.

Why do we only know about it now?

Because instead of giving us the footage for free, she's been working out how to monetize it.

(phone calling out) FOULON (over phone): Foulon.

Yeah, Foulon, where are you?

FOULON: The morgue.

With the body?

FOULON: Not yet.

MAIGRET: When you are, phone me.

Prosecutor Kernavel told me not to.

Then don't tell her.

♪ ♪ Morning, boss.

Morning, Lucas.

Congrats on the promotion.

Thank you.

Drinks on you tonight, boss.

Lapointe.

Or do we call you Chief, or Chief Boss?

Or Chief Inspector Bo...?

All right, Lapointe, all right.

TORRENCE: Well done, boss.

MAIGRET: Thank you, Torrence.

Good stuff, Maigret.

It'll be you next time, Cavre.

Yeah.

If I get some friends in high places.

(people talking in background, phones ringing) It's on YouTube.

(Yuru speaking Mandarin) (tires screech, people exclaiming) (car crashes, alarms blaring) (people screaming) LUCAS: 9:46 a.m., they make entry.

Don't care about alarms.

(alarms and yelling continue) That young lady is Ji Yuru.

She just made herself 25,000 euros.

TORRENCE: We already know from the CCTV that they made the manager take them down to the vault, where there was over a million euros waiting to be distributed.

LUCAS: Here come the getaway cars.

The taxis were stolen the night before.

(tires screech) (alarms continue) (people shouting) And the first responders were from Rue Fabert.

They were quick.

Would've been right up the gang's backsides, except, garbage truck got in the way.

(car horn honking, siren blaring) (Yuru murmuring) (alarm continues) (Yuru speaking Mandarin) (siren getting louder) (tires screech) (key taps, video stops) LUCAS: And that's it.

(sighs) (phone rings) Foulon.

I'm with the body now.

MAIGRET: See if he has a seahorse tattooed inside his left elbow.

A seahorse?

He does.

His name's Honoré Cuendet-- he's a burglar.

Nothing to do with drugs or gangs?

No, just a burglar-- thank you, Foulon.

(phone ringing in background) Well, Chief Inspector?

Did the film help?

Nearly two million views.

Do you want us to interview two million people?

CAVRE: Once we clean up the video, we should be getting some clues on the suspects' identities, the... Fernand did it.

Gustave Fernand.

LUCAS: Uh, Fernand's in La Tour, doing 15 to 20 for armed robbery.

You put him there?

TORRENCE: Yeah, and the rest of his mob's either dead or inside with him.

MAIGRET: City workers-- Fernand understood them.

(key taps, video resumes, alarm blaring) And what's that got to do with anything?

MAIGRET: There.

(key taps, video stops) The garbage truck.

(mouse clicking) City workers.

Go anywhere, do anything, any time of the day or night.

Invisible.

TORRENCE: Mm.

Just waiting, you know, view up and down the street.

Fernand did always have a lookout.

He's in prison-- it's a coincidence.

The truck's just doing its rounds.

Orange dump trucks are owned by a private company called Aolia.

They service the 17th and 19th arrondissements.

This is the seventh.

Which is serviced by the City of Paris, whose trucks are blue.

This truck's not on its rounds.

(softly): Cavre got it wrong-- again.

You mean the robbers stole the truck?

Look at how it helps them.

(key taps, video resumes) Slows the cops by at least 20 seconds.

I mean, it's how Fernand used to work.

Planning and preparation, entrances and exits.

(key taps, video stops) Allow for any eventuality.

KERNAVEL: Well, you have a lead at last.

The garbage truck.

Find out when it went missing and where from.

Yeah, we'll run a check on Fernand.

Who's shared his cell, his visitors.

Good, I look forward to hearing it.

(key taps) Chief Inspector.

Madam Prosecutor.

LUCAS: Janvier.

Uh, pull the files on Fernand's gang, find out who's where.

JANVIER: Got it.

LUCAS: Torrence, you and Lapointe go out to La Tour.

Get a list of Fernand's visitors, his cellmates.

(mouse clicks) Boss.

Where are you going?

Out.

And if Kernavel asks for you?

She can call me.

Honoré Cuendet.

Who's he?

Burglar.

A dead burglar.

♪ ♪ MAIGRET (in flashback): That's an unusual tattoo.

MAIGRET: You ever seen a seahorse?

HONORE: Only this one, in Marseille.

MAIGRET: In the sea?

In a woman's room.

Was she your girlfriend?

Is that any of your business?

Not really.

I'm just curious.

Curious policeman.

That's right.

♪ ♪ I'm also curious about burglary.

The insurance companies say you've made more than 400,000 euros in two months.

Tell me something, hypothetically.

Why would a thief only break into houses to steal things when the owners are there?

Perhaps he wants to see if the things are in the right hands.

The right hands?

Perhaps the burglar thinks that too few have too much.

Especially of beauty.

So he's a revolutionary?

He's too lazy to be a revolutionary.

He's just a burglar.

A lazy burglar.

♪ ♪ (children exclaiming) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (knocks) (sighs): You.

Can I come in?

Why?

He's not here.

Please.

(knife scraping) (cat meowing) She never liked you.

(chuckles) It's like I said, he's not here.

(knife scraping) A present from Honoré?

It's none of your business.

Can I look in his room?

Can I stop you?

Yes.

(knife drops on table) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ He's still collecting his magazines?

Why shouldn't he?

What have you arrested him for this time?

I haven't.

(magazine drops) So why are you looking for him?

I'm sorry, Justine.

Honoré is dead.

♪ ♪ (whimpers) MAIGRET: I'm sorry.

(sobbing) Did you lot kill him?

No.

He was found this morning beside the Seine.

Huh?

We don't know how he died or why.

And Inspector Foulon is in charge of the case.

He'll be here soon.

The Seine?

Yes.

When did you last see him?

I don't know.

The latest magazine there is from six months ago-- has he got another place?

That's his business.

Justine, he's dead.

You don't have to protect him anymore.

(sobs) Was he on a job?

He's never hurt a soul.

(sobbing): Why would anybody want to kill him?

If we know his last job, we might be able to find out.

If you know anything, please tell me.

Inspector Foulon will ask all the same questions.

Try to give him better answer.

I'm sorry.

I liked Honoré.

(sobbing) I'm taking the hat.

(wailing) I'll return it.

♪ ♪ (sobbing) ♪ ♪ Moers.

Are you here about your burglar?

Yes.

What are you looking at?

Limestone fragments from the back of his head and what was left of his face.

What, he was hit in the back of the head, then hit in the face?

Ten times-- every bone broken.

Hit with what?

According to Dr.

Paul, something with a square base made of limestone-- like a lamp, a heavy lamp?

Hit ten times?

Yes, they killed him, then went on killing him, speaking unscientifically.

(bag rustling) Can you find out who made this?

I can't, not now.

We've been told the priority's the bank robberies: looking at film, running prints, DNA.

Then give it the same case number as the robberies.

Like no one will see through that.

If you get anything, call me or Foulon.

Foulon?

Is he still looking for his wife who ran away to Brazil?

A detective who can't find his own wife.

Doesn't exactly fill you with confidence, does it?

MAIGRET (voiceover): What have we got?

LUCAS: Uh, we've found a connection between the bank robbers and Fernand.

Henri Bezieux, multiple convictions for car theft.

Shared a cell with Fernand last year, released in October.

CAVRE: Five months ago, he robbed a bank in Lyon.

Lyon police are looking for him.

Henri Bezieux spends some quality time with Fernand, graduates from nicking cars to knocking over banks.

These are his known associates.

We should see if any of them have moved to Paris.

Yes, definitely.

Good work.

Something bothering you, boss?

Yeah, the Fernands' marriage.

Rosalie visits her husband ten times a month, every month, until six months ago.

Since then, only twice.

Who was sharing Fernand's cell six months ago?

Uh, Nicolas Traude.

Cellmate since November last year.

What's he in for?

Uh, dope smuggling.

Speedboat run from Tangier to Marseille.

Ex-military, paratrooper, tour in Afghanistan with the Yanks.

Tough guy.

Okay, but one's an actual thief, with a list of criminal associates, and the other's a cowboy who got done for running drugs.

I know who my money's on.

You're right, Bezieux's a better lead.

You and Torrence follow up with Lyon police.

I'm going to talk to Rosalie.

Ah, you just want to see her because she's a little hottie, boss.

Torrence, you're a sexist Neanderthal.

Don't you mean "sexy Neanderthal"?

Coming to protect me?

Yes, from temptation.

Level with me, boss-- why are you risking a bust-up with Kernavel over a burglar?

Honoré Cuendet never hurt a soul.

He was brutally murdered.

If we can't investigate that, then what are we even doing here?

LUCAS (voiceover): How do you know him?

I met him 12 years ago, stopped at a red light on his moped, a dozen designer suits over his knees.

Suits still had security tags on them.

Mm, not very bright, then.

I made him take me home.

His mum hit me, her cat scratched me, but I got into his room.

It was an Aladdin's cave: electronics, clothes... (car horn honks) ...jewelry, and a Cézanne-- that's what we got him for.

Oh.

Stolen it from an art gallery.

Did none of these places have alarms?

(sirens blaring in distance) Well, he knew the response times.

Always wore gloves and a hoodie.

Never stole enough to be worth hunting.

Mm.

The Cézanne was different.

He'd lowered his hood to stare at it.

There he was, on camera.

Like I said, not very bright.

Well, it got him two years inside.

After that, he was bright.

(alarm chirps) Last time I saw him was five years ago.

Do you remember that string of burglaries in Passy?

Wealthy houses broken into when the inhabitants were home?

Only jewelry and artworks were taken.

Well, that was Cuendet?

Yep.

I arrested him, searched his home-- nothing.

Had to let him go.

I mean, he'd got past cameras, sensors, lasers, taken things from the bedsides of the sleeping owners.

Always objects.

He'd ignore wallets full of cash.

And some houses showed signs of a break-in, but nothing had been taken.

As if he'd had a look round and didn't like what he saw.

(chuckles) Like some kind of artist.

Yeah, I'm sorry, but if I wake up and some weirdo's standing beside my bed trying to nick my bracelets, I'm not going to say, "Mm, you're such an artist."

Nah, I'm gonna put a bullet in him.

(chuckles): Okay.

But would you then turn the gun round and beat his face to pulp?

No.

And would you then say, "Oh, it's just a gang killing-- "let's leave it to an overworked inspector in the 19th "to solve on his own, "while I have six detectives to chase a gang who have hurt no one, just robbed a few banks"?

I mean, who are we working for?

The banking system or Honoré Cuendet and his heartbroken mother?

♪ ♪ Why have we stopped?

We're here, boss.

Rosalie's, the bank robbers-- remember?

(sighs) ♪ ♪ (knocking loudly) ♪ ♪ Boss.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (water splashing) ♪ ♪ Maigret.

You broke into my house.

I was worried you were drowning.

(water splashes) Were you coming to save me?

Don't catch cold.

Why are you here?

Are you robbing banks, Rosalie?

Me?

I'm just a lonely woman stuck at home, waiting for her husband.

A husband you no longer visit.

I visit.

LUCAS: Twice in six months?

I love my husband.

MAIGRET: No, you're young-- who would blame you if you started to look at other options?

Is that an offer, Maigret?

You're not getting enough at home?

Whose is the Porsche?

Mine.

Really?

Driver's seat's so far back, your feet wouldn't even touch the pedals.

Maybe the pool boy drives it.

Is that all he does?

(phone ringing) Lucas.

Where?

(phone chiming and vibrating) (second phone ringing) We're on our way.

(loudly): Boss.

(ringing continues) Aren't you going to answer your phone?

Get out.

(ringing continues) MAIGRET: What's going on?

They hit a jeweler's on Rue Charlot.

Jeweler's?

Shots were fired, there are casualties.

Now they have hurt someone.

♪ ♪ (car door closes, people talking in background) OFFICER: Move away, please.

♪ ♪ Kernavel.

KERNAVEL: Sure it's the same gang?

CAVRE: Same M.O.

Stolen vehicle to gain entry, robbers run into the store.

Only this time, they had opposition-- Jan Coric.

He's bodyguard of a Serbian businessman that was in the jeweler's at the time.

He saw the robbers, started shooting.

He hit one of them, but he also hit three bystanders, one fatally.

Where are the robbers?

One escaped out the back and that's the other one.

LAPOINTE: I need to ask you some questions.

PARAMEDIC: No, you can't.

(phone ringing) Please... LAPOINTE: I need to talk to him.

Kernavel.

Yes... MEZIERE: Oi, watch where you're treading!

You big lump.

How badly hurt?

Two bullets-- arm and shoulder.

They're knocking him out with painkillers.

Any I.D.?

No.

(siren blaring in distance) How much money did they steal?

Money?

It's a jeweler's-- they stole jewelry.

(under breath): Idiot.

Maigret.

You said no one had died.

Well, someone has now.

Does this make it a crime worthy of your attention?

It's always had my attention.

I'm sorry someone died.

But a jeweler's doesn't make any sense.

Why hit a jeweler's?

I don't think it was their target.

But it's what they hit.

Now, you seem to be continually surprised by this gang.

Perhaps you should share responsibility for the case.

With Inspector Cavre, for instance.

Why not?

He's an excellent detective.

Excuse me, uh, I need to think.

♪ ♪ Right.

Tasking.

I should point out that Bezieux has... Lapointe.

Go to the hospital, sit on the robber we've just arrested.

See who visits him.

For how long?

As long as it takes.

Torrence.

We have one of the robbers, so we have fingerprints-- run them through military records, in case there's a connection to Fernand's cellmate Nicolas Traude.

Janvier, make a list of every home and business on this street.

What, seriously?

Oh, too much for you, Janvier?

Do, do you need a hand?

Not in a million years.

MAIGRET: Cavre, I'd like you to... What I was going to say is that Bezieux has form for jewelry heists: he did two on the Côte d'Azur last year.

I've got a lead on one of his gang I'd like to follow up.

Good idea.

You do that.

LUCAS: Where are you going?

To talk to Rosalie's husband, Gustave Fernand.

(baby crying, woman shushing) WOMAN (exhales): All right, come on, then.

(woman murmuring, crying softens) (woman speaking indistinctly on P.A.)

Excuse me, could I borrow your phone?

No.

(alarm blaring in distance) It's a local call.

So what?

(alarm stops) (woman speaking indistinctly on P.A.)

MAIGRET: Thank you.

Won't be a minute.

(clears throat, phone calling out) LOUISE (on phone): Hello?

MAIGRET: Yeah, it's me.

What do you want for dinner?

LOUISE: Whatever you feel like.

I was thinking Vietnamese.

LOUISE: Sounds lovely.

Oh, uh, wait.

The man who lost his wife called.

Foulon?

LOUISE: Foulon.

He said he's been trying to call you.

My phone died.

See you soon.

(buzzer sounds, door opens) (phone calling out) FOULON (on phone): Who's this?

Maigret.

You phoned.

FOULON: I got a lead off that hat.

Where are you?

MAIGRET: La Tour, but I won't be long.

FOULON: See you outside in 20.

Thank you.

I owe you.

Yeah-- how are you gonna pay me?

GUARD: Chief Inspector, they're ready for you now.

Well, if you're in here a lot, one day you might need me.

Maigret, La Crim.

You think I'm a snitch?

No.

You did me a kindness, I'll return it.

♪ ♪ (buzzer sounds) ♪ ♪ Maigret.

Fernand.

I hear you went to see Rosalie.

Yes.

She was keeping very fit.

I know what you asked her.

The reason she doesn't visit is, I told her not to.

She still has a chance for life.

For kids.

She should move on.

By the time I get out, I'll be over 60.

What sort of life can I give her then?

So you set her free.

Very noble.

Hm.

And Nicolas Traude is free, too.

Who?

The drug runner.

Your cellmate.

Oh, that gypsy.

Why ask about him?

Who's doing your robberies, Gustave?

(laughs) You noticed that, huh?

Well, so did I. I wonder if I could sue for breach of copyright.

I mean, it's my methods to a T. Are you helping them?

Well, how can I, stuck in here?

And besides, I hear they hit a jeweler's.

I mean, what idiot would do that?

Jewelry.

I mean, you have to discount by nearly 80% just to off-load the stuff.

I mean, it's... ...criminal.

Someone died today.

If I find you're pulling the strings, we won't be talking breach of copyright.

We'll be talking about accomplice to murder.

Then you really had better set Rosalie free, 'cause you'll be stuck in here till you die.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MAIGRET: Suits you.

Moers says the feathers only come from Brazil or Paraguay.

The main importer in Paris is a milliner called Ricardo.

I showed Ricardo's the hat.

He took one look at it, said it was made by Evelyne Schneider.

Good.

Do you have an address?

(phone ringing) Foulon.

Maigret?

I don't... Yes, yes, he is.

Yes, I will.

That was Kernavel.

She wants to see you in her office now.

You could at least try to lie.

(bell tolling in background) You know a good Vietnamese around here?

No.

(traffic humming) (knocks) KERNAVEL: Yep.

I specifically asked you not to work with Foulon, yet you still are-- why?

Foulon is running a murder investigation almost singlehandedly-- he needs help.

What about your investigation?

Two bystanders were murdered.

Two?

The second one just died.

So, who are they?

This gang of thieves that you've been chasing for months?

My theory... ...is, one of Fernand's cellmates, an ex-soldier named Nicolas Traude, has learned Fernand's methods and is putting them into practice, working with members of his former unit.

What evidence do you have for this?

None.

Well, this is absurd-- there is an obvious suspect, another cellmate of Fernand's, Henri Bezieux, who is a bank robber and a jewel thief.

Your superiors may have promoted you for a reason, Chief Inspector, but right now, I don't get it.

(desk phone ringing) Yeah.

Lucas.

What's wrong with your phone?

Battery died.

Yes, Lucas.

Say all that again.

(button beeps) LUCAS (on phone speaker): We've got an I.D.

on the man shot at the jeweler's.

His name's Jacques Raison.

He's a former corporal in the 17th Parachute Regiment, the same unit as Fernand's former cellmate, Nicolas Traude.

Thank you, Lucas.

Do a search on all members of that unit demobbed around the same time as Traude.

LUCAS: Already on it, boss.

(phone button beeps) So, we know who the gang is.

If that's all.

Yes.

(door closes) ♪ ♪ How was your day?

Uh, at the moment, it's bank robbers four, Maigret nil.

I nearly got kicked off the case.

Nearly?

(sighs): Yeah, saved by a phone call.

But if I don't get a result soon, well... You never told me about your dream.

The one I wasn't in?

Um, I'm at home.

(voiceover): My father wakes me.

Better hurry.

Mass is in 15 minutes.

(match lights) MAIGRET: I'm altar boy for the early mass.

(chuckling): You, an altar boy.

It's autumn.

Autumn leaves.

♪ ♪ I go to church.

I go inside.

But I'm still walking on leaves.

♪ ♪ The countess is there, Sophie.

♪ ♪ She says something.

When are you coming home?

What?

"When are you coming home?"

♪ ♪ Then I wake up.

Is she old?

In the dream, no.

Uh, early 20s.

Was she your first love?

My first crush.

I mean, you were my first love.

♪ ♪ (knock at door) FOULON: Evelyne Schneider?

I'm Inspector Foulon, this is Chief Inspector Maigret.

Can we come in?

(door closes) So, what's this about?

Do you recognize this?

Yes, it's Honoré's.

I gave it to him.

He didn't steal it from you?

What?

No, I made it for his mother.

Honoré Cuendet's mother?

Yes, why?

So you know Honoré?

Yes.

For nearly a year.

Does he live with you?

When he's not traveling.

What is this?

Has something happened?

When did you last see him?

Um, June, end of June.

He said he'd be gone a month.

It's already been longer than that, so I'm... What's happened?

Oh, I'm sorry, he died two nights ago.

(gasping softly) Died?

(gasping) FOULON: He was killed.

His body was found beside the Seine.

♪ ♪ (softly): Thank you for telling me.

The hat, why did you ask if he'd stolen it?

That's what he did.

He was a thief.

Thank you.

Please, just go.

♪ ♪ What on Earth are you doing?

Were these Honoré's?

Why did he turn this page down?

He asked if I liked the necklace.

I said yes.

When?

(scoffs): Who knows?

Shortly before he left?

Are you going to tell me he stole that, too?

(voice trembling): Oh, God, please, will you just go?

(sniffles) (crying silently) (sniffles) (shutter clicks) (sobbing) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Ah, have you caught the thieves yet?

No.

Do you know what that is?

Of course I do.

The Monaco pendant, made for Princess Grace by Paul Fonteau himself in 1959.

Sold at auction six months ago for nearly two million.

Do you remember the buyer?

A Syrian businessman, Azhar Rafik.

Bought it for his girlfriend.

Wait a minute.

Last month's "Luxe Plus Luxe," there are photos of her wearing it.

Ah-hah.

"I feel naked without the Monaco pendant," says Lida Buondonno.

Very interesting, thank you.

Hang on.

What's this got to do with the bastards who wrecked my store?

Not a lot, sorry.

Find out where this Azhar Rafik lives.

When you have an address, get Cuendet's photo to every hotel, rental apartment, and Airbnb nearby.

(phone ringing) He'll have checked in on the day Evelyne last saw him.

Okay.

Cavre.

CAVRE (on phone): I'm at the hospital.

The robber, Jacques Raison, just got a visitor.

Someone called Monique Delacroix.

I'm going to talk to her.

No, Cavre, wait until I get... (call ends) ♪ ♪ (Cavre talking indistinctly) I would have if you hadn't barged in on me.

CAVRE (sighs): Okay, her name is Monique Delacroix.

She's claiming to be his fiancée.

MAIGRET: How did she know Raison was here?

CAVRE: He borrowed a phone from one of the nurses and he called her on it.

Good.

If he can speak to her, he can speak to us.

LAPOINTE: Sorry, boss.

They're about to operate on him, to remove the bullets.

They won't let us speak to him.

Then we'll speak to Monique.

Hi, Monique?

I'm Chief Inspector Maigret.

I'm sorry about your fiancé.

What does Jacques do for a living?

He's an Uber driver.

Monique claims to not know anything about his second career as a thief.

Because it's rubbish.

Look at me.

As if he'd rob banks with me in this condition.

Instead of accusing him, why don't you try and find out who shot him?

Because we already know who shot him.

And since he started it by driving his car into a jeweler's, it's entirely his fault.

Why are you being so horrible?

Monique, uh, did Jacques stay in touch with any of his army friends?

(scoffs): No.

No, he hated the army.

He didn't have any army friends.

Look, I need to go.

My shift starts in 30 minutes, and I'll get fired if I'm late.

Do you want Karim here to drive you?

That would be kind.

Thank you.

Stay here, keep an eye on him.

For how long?

Lapointe stayed here all last night.

So should you, if necessary.

I've got my own leads to follow.

You should've sent me with Monique, not, not the kid Lapointe.

And I would have done, if you'd established any kind of rapport with her, but you hadn't.

So stay here, call me the second we can talk to him.

TORRENCE: So, we have one robber in custody, Jacques Raison, currently under the knife at the Magdalene Hospital, and we have three other men who left the 17th Parachute Regiment shortly after Traude did.

We'll track them down.

Military will have the last known addresses.

What about Rosalie?

You think she's switched teams?

She said she loved her husband.

Her husband said he was setting her free.

They can't both be telling the truth.

LUCAS: Remember the calls she got at her place, seconds after the robbery at the jeweler's.

She must be involved.

Shall we tap her phones?

Yes.

The jeweler's-- what have you got on the street where the jeweler's is?

Oh, um, that block of Rue Charlot has a butcher, two cafes, a phone shop, a dry cleaner, two city offices-- one's an actuarial accountant and the other's some kind of water archive-- then a lawyer, a dentist, two web designers, and a poet.

TORRENCE: A poet?

Okay, I made up the poet.

But Rue Charlot's a dead end, boss.

Well, we have Jacques Raison, and he has a pregnant fiancée, so he's the weakest link in the chain.

Sooner we can talk to him, the better.

(phone ringing) Foulon.

Ah, well done.

Yeah, see you there.

Is this to do with your dead burglar?

Foulon found the hotel where he stayed.

Want me to drive you?

♪ ♪ (typing) (tires screech) ♪ ♪ (car doors close) (elevator bell dings, door opens) Last room on the left.

(elevator door closes) (keypad beeps, door opens) (switch clicks) Turn off the light.

(door closes, switch clicks) What are we looking at?

MAIGRET: Azhar Rafik's house.

JANVIER: Why are we looking at it?

It's where Honoré Cuendet did his last job.

And probably where he died.

(car approaching) (car slowing) FOULON: That'll be Azhar Rafik and his girlfriend, Lida Buondonno.

(engine idling) I can see four guards, motion sensors, and a half-dozen cameras on the front alone.

How did Cuendet even get in?

(car door closes) He got in.

He didn't get in by staring at it.

Where's his surveillance equipment?

Microphone, cameras, computer?

He'd have got rid of it all before he made his move.

Somehow, we have to place him in that house.

Try for a warrant?

On what grounds, that he rented a room opposite for six weeks?

(phone ringing) Cavre.

Raison's gone.

MAIGRET: What do you mean, gone?

The gang took him.

They came in dressed as medics, they had transfer papers, they loaded him into the back of an ambulance, and he's gone.

(scoffs): Did you check the transfer papers?

I wasn't here.

I was out following up on a lead.

Stay there.

I'm on my way.

(call ends) The gang just fixed the weak link in the chain.

They've stolen Jacques Raison.

♪ ♪ (engine starts) (engine revs, tires screech) ♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ DANET: Why are you sniffing around a national security matter?

I told you to leave that damn burglar alone.

Boss, you've got to tell me what this is about.

MAIGRET: The jeweler's.

That's the key.

Find out what they'll hit next.

(crashing) You know who did it.

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