♪ ♪ LUCAS: Olga Borysenko-- she drowned three weeks ago.

(gasping) LUCAS: She ingested poison before she died.

We need to evacuate you and your children.

HELENE: Louise.

A patient of mine, François Lagrange.

♪ ♪ I move in high circles.

ALAIN: Can I talk to Maigret?

It's about my father.

KERNAVEL: You know who did this?

François Lagrange.

LOUISE: Your gun, it's gone.

It has to be Lagrange's son.

He must have taken it.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sirens wailing) (tires screech) (sirens stop) God knows what state he'll be in.

Better have paramedics here.

(radio chirps) Lapointe to Control, need an ambulance at 56 Rue Blaine, urgent.

WOMAN (on radio): Ambulance en route, E.T.A.

three minutes.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (François whimpering) François Lagrange... (whimpering) ...we're arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Deputy André Delteil.

Don't hit me!

Don't hit me.

On the night of the third of May, we have reason to believe... (yelps) (François grunting, struggling) Get off me!

Get off me!

There.

(François groaning) Okay, okay.

(laughs) François, where's Alain?

It's really important that we find him.

Please don't hit me.

Please don't hit me.

Don't hit me, don't hit me, please don't hit me!

(radio chirps) LAPOINTE: Send the paramedics in.

He's having a manic episode.

(screams) No needles!

No!

(gasping) No needles, please.

They hurt so bad, they make my skin on fire.

Please.

No one's going to hurt you, François.

I've done nothing wrong.

(crying): Why are you doing this?

I've done nothing wrong.

(sobbing): I've done nothing wrong.

No, don't, don't... PARAMEDIC: Five milligrams of Haldol.

FRANÇOIS: No, don't, don't, don't... (whimpering) Please.

There we go.

♪ ♪ La Magdalene, secure ward.

Okay.

Have two officers with him at all times.

Crime Scenes take over here.

See you back at the Judiciaire.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (cars passing in distance, horns honking) (turnstile beeps) Your team have updated me.

It'll be hours before anyone can question Lagrange.

There's no sign of the murder weapon or Alain Lagrange.

I don't quite understand his significance.

He stole my revolver from my house yesterday morning.

The team didn't tell you?

That was kind of them.

He showed up at my house saying he wanted to talk to me, my wife let him in, he took my gun and disappeared.

Please tell me it's not the murder weapon.

Delteil was already dead and stuffed in a trunk when the gun was taken.

(exhales) The danger is not what he did, but what he might do.

I've told Director Guichard, and I'm issuing a be-on-the-lookout notice.

Keep me informed.

(turnstile beeps, gate turns) BONFILS: Ah.

I was saying to the team, Chief Inspector, we should call it a night.

Until the doctors allow us to talk to Lagrange, there's not much point in continuing.

And what about the nightclub CCTV, the 23 seconds the club cut out?

I searched, but didn't see anything.

The 23 seconds is probably just a glitch.

It's not.

I had a look, too.

On the left is what I downloaded.

On the right is what they sent us.

Deputy Delteil's there in both versions.

MAIGRET: But in the club's version, there's no woman.

Why can't we see the edit?

Because they did it very well.

Double-printed frames and slowed the timecode, so the edit's almost invisible.

Can you go closer on the woman?

Mm-hmm.

(typing) Yeah, she was in Lagrange's apartment building just after 9:00 a.m.

this morning.

LAPOINTE: She knows him, too.

Watch.

(key taps) This is what I downloaded.

And this is the club's version.

(key taps) (key taps) No Lagrange, no mystery woman.

She's the reason why they edited the CCTV.

Yeah, well done-- we'll need a print-out.

Okay, Lapointe, you go back to the nightclub, put a face to the name.

This morning, she said she lived in the same apartment building as Lagrange.

Lucas, Janvier, knock on every door.

If you find her, arrest her for conspiracy to murder.

Isn't that a bit of a leap?

Well, she knows our suspect and our victim, and she clearly doesn't want that known.

So no, not a leap.

Look, I, I don't want to ruffle any feathers, but since Sergeant Lucas no longer officially works here, I suggest Lapointe and I head to Lagrange's to look for this woman, while Janvier heads to the nightclub to find out her name.

No, Lapointe got the CCTV, he goes back to the club.

Olga Borysenko-- where are we?

JANVIER: Uh, Dr.

Giroux and family are back in their home.

Moers has finished his search of the house and found no trace of ricin, not even in Dr.

Frankenstein's lab.

So, how did Olga ingest it?

We don't know.

When you've finished the door-to-door at Lagrange's, get back to Giroux's.

Widen the interview circle: friends, neighbors, everyone.

Somehow ricin got into that house.

I'm, I'm sorry, I have, I have to ask.

Is Sergeant Lucas back on the team?

She has kindly volunteered to help us out.

Because really, I, I should be leading this.

We are running two complex cases.

I need you to do what Lucas would do and coordinate them both from here, okay?

Thank you-- right.

It's almost midnight.

If anyone wants to grab a few hours' sleep, do it now.

Mm-hmm.

Back on first thing.

Where are you going, Chief Inspector?

(sighs) He said we could go home.

He has.

No, he hasn't.

What... What do you mean?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Hey, you.

Hey.

When does your shift start?

30 minutes.

I'm so sorry about the gun, Maigret.

Not your fault.

I never should've left it at ours.

Are you in trouble?

Only if he kills someone with it.

Can Alain's father help?

I've just arrested Alain's father for the murder of André Delteil.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

We had to sedate him.

He's in the secure ward at La Magdalene.

You sent him there?

Where I work?

Why sedate him?

Was he violent?

More like a manic episode.

"Don't hit me, don't hurt me, my skin is on fire."

No one is touching him.

Like he was yesterday when he said you were a fake cop?

He says he's desperate to meet you, but then when he does, he acts out.

Is he setting up an insanity defense?

That's what I'm afraid of.

How long before a shot of Haldol wears off?

Four or five hours.

We should go-- drink up.

(slurps) Maigret, I will not let you use me to get at one my patients.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Drink up.

(nightclub music playing) (people talking in background) (music continues) ♪ Les fenêtres ouvertes, la musique qui joue à fond ♪ ♪ Les cheveux au vent, fonçons direct l'horizon ♪ ♪ On s'aime sans futur, on brûle sans frein ♪ ♪ Pas de promesse, pas de lendemain ♪ ♪ Juste tes yeux qui brillent quand tu me dis "viens" ♪ ♪ Pas de "bébé," pas de faux "toujours" ♪ What do you want this time?

♪ Des jours qui courent ♪ ♪ C'est juste toi et moi, sans se prendre la tête ♪ Do you know who she is?

Never seen her before.

I don't believe you.

(music continues) I don't care.

I don't know who she is.

Now, you can arrest me, and I still won't know.

Now please leave.

(music continues) (door opens) Hey.

Karim La Crim.

What are you doing here?

I just want a word.

I'm on shift, so it has to be quick.

Unless you want to buy a private dance.

How much is a private dance?

300 euros.

Plus, you have to buy champagne.

100 euros per bottle.

Expensive.

I'm worth it.

(paper unfolding) Do you know who she is?

Why are you asking about her?

A politician was murdered, the one whose photo I showed you.

She met him here last night.

We don't know her name, we don't know anything.

Do you?

No.

No, I could get in bad trouble.

No one would ever know you told me.

Everyone would know.

Already they tease me about my new boyfriend, the good-looking cop.

We would protect you.

I would.

(music playing in background) She is Jeanne Debul.

She's nice, unless you cross her.

If you cross her, you get cut.

Sometimes she pays the girls.

Pays?

What, for sex?

No, for information.

About clients we go with, what they like, especially anything kinky.

You mean go with for sex?

Yes, exactly.

Go with for sex.

What do you think I am, Karim Lapointe?

Are you going to drive up in your police car and take me away from all this?

(music playing in background) No.

Didn't think so.

(music continues in background) (phone buttons tapping) (ringing out) (call connects) Boss, Lapointe.

The mystery woman's name is Jeanne Debul.

Jeanne Debul-- got it.

Thanks.

Now go home, get some rest.

(call ends) (device chimes) (device chimes, monitor beeping softly) François?

(monitor beeping softly) I just want to talk to you about Alain.

Your son Alain.

(exhales) He hates me-- all my children hate me.

Alain doesn't.

You told me so yourself.

But I'm worried about him.

He came to my home yesterday.

He wanted to speak to me.

I wasn't there.

He took my revolver and disappeared.

He took your gun?

We're looking for him.

We're afraid he might hurt someone, or hurt himself.

(moaning): No, no, no, no!

No, this can't be happening.

He, he will try and kill her.

Kill her?

Who?

Who is she?

Tell me.

Tell you what?

I, I don't know anything, I... Who is she?

Is she this woman?

Is she Jeanne Debul?

No-- no, no, no, no.

Please don't hit me.

Is this who Alain is going after?

Nurse!

What does Jeanne Debul have on you?

He's trying to question me.

Leave-- leave!

What does she have on you?

My head isn't right.

♪ ♪ (door slams) (exhales) It's okay, François, it's okay, he's gone.

Thank you.

It's okay.

(crying): I'm sorry.

♪ ♪ I told you, in here, he is a patient, not a suspect.

Questioning him in this state is unethical.

Then you question him.

That's even more unethical.

I don't care.

I want to stop a 15-year-old boy from killing someone or getting killed.

Don't you?

Do you think his behavior's real?

You should get some sleep.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ (traffic humming) ♪ ♪ (exhales) "Be on the lookout.

Alain Lagrange."

Mm.

(phone buttons tapping) (ringing out) (phone vibrating) Cavre.

Why are you looking for Alain Lagrange?

(slowly): Because he's a person of interest.

Person of interest.

"Armed and dangerous, do not approach."

We don't want the public to take any risks.

Really?

So it's nothing to do with Maigret's own gun being stolen from his apartment, then?

Guess your dream job is a little less dreamy than you thought, hm?

I don't know what you mean.

Yes, you do.

I know something you don't.

CAVRE: Hm?

BONFILS: Where's Sergeant Lucas?

Well, she's not here.

BONFILS: No.

She's working on the Olga Borysenko and André Delteil cases.

I guess working with you is no one's idea of a dream job.

(sets phone down) ♪ ♪ (car horns honking) ♪ ♪ (softly): Thank you.

(speaks indistinctly) You were right.

He was already dead.

Before you even started looking for him.

I'm sorry.

I wish we could've done more.

(chuckles) At least you arrested his murderer.

Tell me, do you know a Jeanne Debul?

(scoffs softly) She met your brother at the nightclub last night.

Who is she?

She's a lobbyist, and a powerful one.

She's friends with the mayor and the prefect of police.

She's received at the Élysée Palace.

Who is she?

Well, there are many stories.

One is that she's a high-class escort who slept her way to the top.

Another that she comes from a Marseille crime family who sent her to school in America for a more virtuous life, but she found America boring and returned to crime.

(chuckles) Maybe both stories are true.

Maybe neither.

Why was she meeting your brother?

André was introducing a bill to outlaw sports advertising by gambling firms.

They employ Jeanne to lobby for them.

She could've been trying to persuade André to drop the bill, or even buy him off.

Did she have something on your brother?

Oh, we've had this discussion-- my brother was clean.

But he was a danger to her.

Certainly to the people who pay her.

Dangerous enough to have him killed?

Well, that business is worth billions, so I suppose, yes.

And he is dead.

Isn't he?

♪ ♪ Your brother also met his murderer, François Lagrange, in the nightclub.

What dealings did he have with him?

None that I know of.

Lagrange tried to give him some documents.

He wouldn't take them.

♪ ♪ You said there were rumors André was taking money for political favors.

Maybe he had proof of that.

How can you have proof of something that doesn't exist?

What, you believe a liar and a fantasist like Lagrange over my brother?

I tell you, André was clean!

Why else did they want him gone?

Can you not see that?

I can see that.

♪ ♪ A liar and a fantasist is a strange choice for a killer, don't you think?

Lagrange?

He's in debt everywhere.

I heard Jeanne Debul bought his debt up so she could control him.

(chuckles) He's her useful idiot.

A clown that will draw everyone's attention, including mine.

What are you gonna do?

Find her.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) GUICHARD: Maigret?

I see you've just issued another be-on-the-lookout-for notice.

Why?

Has this woman stolen your gun, too?

She connects Delteil and Lagrange.

She met them both the night Delteil died.

Then talk to her, don't plaster her name all over Paris.

You've even got a lookout at the airports and borders, for God's sake.

I know Madame Debul, she's... ...highly respected.

My team have tried to talk to her.

She's not at any of her many residences and all her phones are switched off.

Plus, I'm worried this young man... ...is going after her and might hurt her.

With your gun.

Yes, with my gun.

When I gave you the Delteil case, I expected results and discretion.

I got neither.

Likewise Olga Borysenko.

You know, Dr.

Giroux and his family were turfed out of their house, and it was searched by a forensic team, again, with no results.

A shedload of publicity, no trace of the poison that allegedly killed the girl.

I'm disappointed.

(phones ringing, people talking in background) Do you have a plan, a next move?

(phone vibrating) Yes.

Right.

See you soon.

My next move is go to Dr.

Giroux's.

My team have a theory.

What theory?

I don't know-- that's why I'm going.

♪ ♪ (children laughing) Tell me.

LUCAS: Okay, so the only way Olga could have ingested the ricin is if it came into the house in her food.

Now, everyone here eats the same food.

However, Julia... My second daughter.

She's lactose-intolerant, so for her sake, we rarely keep any milk or cream in the house.

Is there a point to this?

JANVIER: Yes, if you'll just listen.

The family gets their bread every morning from the local bakery, Patisserie Noelle.

But, about four weeks ago... In fact, the day before Olga drowned.

...the patisserie owner, Madame Noelle, gave the family some cakes as a present for tea, cream cakes.

Religieuses.

Religieuses, okay-- who ate them?

No one, because of Julia.

I told Olga to take them to the kitchen.

So who ate them?

Olga.

Martin said he saw her do it later that night.

She ate all of them?

There were only three, they were small.

Yeah, she was in her second trimester.

She could have had a sugar craving.

So, the ricin was in the cakes?

Who put it there?

Really, I, I could be wrong about this... Or you could be right about it.

Madame Noelle wanted him to do a boob job, he advised against it.

She went elsewhere, result, boob job train wreck.

But she still blamed me.

What, she blames you for ruining her looks, but she still gives you cakes?

The idea probably came from her assistant, Laurence.

She works there, she has an apartment above the shop.

She's sweet, she loves the children.

So your theory is, nice Laurence made some cupcakes but nasty Noelle spiked them with ricin.

Olga was poisoned with ricin.

These cakes are the only thing she had that they didn't.

They arrived the day before she drowned.

It's a good theory.

♪ ♪ (children laughing) ♪ ♪ Three cakes.

Not five or six.

Three.

Yes.

Why?

♪ ♪ (shop bell rings) Hello.

What can I get you?

(door closes, bell rings) I don't know, how about some, uh, conversation?

I'm afraid we're out of conversation.

Gotta get up early for that.

(chuckles) Are you a policeman?

Why do you ask?

There's been a lot of police in town recently, harassing poor Dr.

Giroux.

So, are you?

I am.

Funny you should mention Dr.

Giroux.

I hear Madame Noelle doesn't like him.

(chuckles) I don't know, you should ask her.

Is she here?

Just gone home.

You've only got me-- Laurence.

Just between us, I heard why Madame Noelle doesn't like the doctor.

Is she wrong?

Just between you and me, Madame Noelle is a vain and silly woman.

He did her no harm.

In fact, tried to save her from self-harm.

I think we should all be satisfied with the bodies God gave us, don't you?

I suppose.

Not that you can complain-- you're gorgeous.

(chuckles) Anyway, I, I hope you'll leave Dr.

Giroux alone.

He's suffered enough.

You like him.

I admire him.

But who wouldn't?

He's trapped here, but he makes the best of it.

He's always cheerful and friendly.

Trapped?

Raising three children alone.

Keeping his practice going.

I know where he wants to be.

War zones.

Disaster zones, repairing broken bodies.

♪ ♪ Will you excuse me a minute?

Mm.

(bell rings) (door closes, bell rings) ♪ ♪ (phone rings) No, I will not question Lagrange.

No, not about him.

What's that syndrome where someone has an erotic fixation?

Are you talking about us, Maigret?

(chuckling) No, not this time.

LOUISE: Well, if you want syndromes... There you are.

...there's erotomania, where the sufferer is erotically obsessed with someone.

Can it turn violent?

If they see that person as competition.

Three kids, three cakes, three child-side religieuses.

Except one child is lactose-intolerant, so Daddy says no, and the pregnant nanny scoffs the lot.

(sighs) You okay, Maigret?

Uh, not really.

Are there any other signs?

Well, it's an obsession, so, they're sure the other person is in love with them, too.

They misinterpret communications, they collect bizarre things.

Have you found Alain Lagrange yet?

Uh, no, no.

It's like both him and Jeanne Debul have disappeared off the face of the Earth.

I've got to go, love-- um, bye.

JANVIER: Hey, boss.

(bell rings) I thought you were with Lucas.

I felt like a cake.

What's happening?

Call Lucas and Moers, get them down here now.

I want this place searched.

You and Lucas think the ricin came from here?

Let's see if you're right.

(children calling in background) (shop bell rings) I looked you up.

You're famous.

(chuckles) Chief Inspector Jules Maigret.

(chuckles) Who's that?

She works with me.

You live above the shop, don't you?

How do you know that?

Dr.

Giroux told me.

Well, of course.

He knows.

I'd like to have a look.

Why?

Because I'm interested in you.

Okay.

(chuckles) She can't come.

No, just you and me.

♪ ♪ (bell rings) Welcome to my boudoir.

♪ ♪ Well, this is impressive.

(bell rings) ♪ ♪ You're a baker, too.

Well, yeah.

(laughs) What's your favorite cake?

Religieuses?

I don't have favorites.

Dr.

Giroux ever been up here?

No.

Only in your dreams, then.

Dreams can come true, you know.

♪ ♪ It was a good day when his wife died.

What?

No.

Of course not.

What are you doing?

Stop!

(banging) ♪ ♪ No, stop, don't, don't!

No, it's mine, it's mine, it's, stop!

(sobbing) Three kids, three cakes.

They were in the way.

(grunts) (hits table) (knife slides) (Laurence yells) JANVIER: Drop it!

♪ ♪ Stop!

(fires, Laurence yelps) Stop!

(fires) (yelps, pots clang) (Laurence gasping, shuddering) Thank you-- cuffs.

Handcuffs.

(Laurence gasping) (stammering): You, you shot me.

You shot me!

(shuddering, gasping) (handcuffs clicking) (stammering): You shot me.

I, I should call the ambulance.

(gasping) (sobbing) Here-- apply pressure, yeah?

Hard, hard.

(gasping) (sobbing) Give me your gun-- ballistics will need it.

(breech sliding) (gasping) (sobbing) Hey.

Yes-- yeah, ambulance.

(sirens blaring in distance) (all exclaiming and applauding) MAN: Here she comes.

MAN: Hey!

MAN: Well done!

(exclaiming and applauding) Proud of you, Janvier.

Thanks, Lucas.

LAPOINTE: Well done, mate.

Two shots, shoulder and thigh.

Pow, pow!

Cold as ice.

Yeah, yeah, I, uh, I got lucky.

Have we heard about the woman, Laurence?

LAPOINTE: I spoke to the hospital.

She's in surgery-- she'll be fine.

Thank God.

Hey.

She tried to kill the boss and you.

Remember.

MAIGRET: Okay, Janvier, you're now off-duty.

Bonfils, will you take her through post-shooting protocols?

Forensics have finished at Laurence's apartment.

I'm gonna go talk to Moers.

Any updates on Alain and Jeanne Debul?

I'm running facial recognition on all CCTV cams-- no hits so far.

I could, uh, use some help.

(phones ringing, people talking in background) BONFILS: Numbers for your union rep and a psychologist's available 24/7.

And there's one more thing.

I've investigated a number of officer-related shootings, and I think you should be ready for some tough questions.

Excuse me?

Like what?

Well, for example, we, we know this woman had mental health issues.

Was your use of force commensurate or, or even justified?

She came at me with a knife.

I shouted, "Stop!

", she came again.

I shot her once.

She kept coming, I shot her again, she went down, end of story.

No, no, I, I understand.

You're a cosmic prat.

Stay away from me.

(groans) Uh... I'm off, yeah?

Um... Bye, everyone.

LUCAS: Uh, bye.

LAPOINTE: See you later, Janvier.

(police radios running) Director Guichard.

Uh... Inspector Cavre, IGDS.

I'm glad I ran into you, actually, sir.

I'm looking for a little guidance regarding Maigret's revolver, the one stolen from his apartment.

Obviously, the IGDS will do everything it can to keep it quiet, sir, but, um... Hard to do that if someone gets shot with it, but, uh, yeah, keep on top of it.

That's the best we can do.

Thank you, uh, Cavreau.

One more thing, uh, sir-- sorry.

(door closes) Um, Sergeant Lucas-- you reassigned her to the IGDS.

Uh, did you intend for her to keep working with Maigret?

Is she?

Uh, yes, sir, but, uh, his squad is stretched so thin, I... I decide who works where, not Maigret.

(elevator chimes) (door opens) Thanks for letting me know.

Well done, Cavreau.

Cavre, sir.

(button beeps) (people talking in background) Ah, I have good news and good news.

A Sig Sauer P232.

Found in the sewage downpipe at Lagrange's.

Someone's tried to wipe the prints, not very well.

A couple of partials match Lagrange.

So Lagrange shot Delteil, tried to get rid of the body, not very well.

(gun set on desk) Wiped the gun, not very well, then hid it, not very well.

(sighs) Best assassin ever.

What's the other good news?

We found traces of ricin in the waste disposal at Laurence Laclos's apartment.

You got Olga's killer.

You don't seem happy, my friend.

Caught two killers, but they're both mysteries to me.

Did Laurence really believe Giroux would invite her into his life after she'd killed his three children?

No idea.

Why did Lagrange kill Delteil?

Again, no idea.

Well, to add to the mystery, tell you what we didn't find in Lagrange's apartment.

Phones.

Not Delteil's or Lagrange's.

He hid them a whole lot better than he hid his gun.

Or someone else did.

Thank you, Moers.

(phone vibrating) Hey.

LOUISE (on phone): Just checking in.

You okay?

(exhales) Not really.

(Maigret inhales) Still no sign of Alain Lagrange or Jeanne Debul.

If they find each other before we do, then he will shoot her with my gun, which is bad, or he'll be shot by us, which is worse.

(Maigret exhales) How is Monsieur Lagrange, anyway?

The same.

Paranoid, hyper-alert.

MAIGRET: Maybe he is frightened for Alain.

But if he is, I wish he'd tell us something, because I am out of moves.

Sorry, Maigret, I've got to go.

(call ends) Everything okay, François?

Let's just make you a little bit more comfortable.

What are you doing?

What... (pills rattling) I, I don't know what those are-- they're not mine.

You must've put them there.

Two clonazepam, two lisinopril, two chlorthalidone, all prescribed for you by Dr.

Pardon, and four ibuprofen for the headaches you said were killing you.

They are killing me.

Look, I'm not well.

Not taking your medication-- indeed, hiding your meds... They've been making me feel worse.

I've been through a traumatic experience.

Mm, this isn't trauma, this is malingering, which I am obligated to report.

(tapping) What do you want?

I want to know where Jeanne Debul would hide if someone was hunting her.

(voice trembling): No.

Do you know where would she hide, François?

I don't know-- look, you're scaring me, please.

Your son is going after Jeanne Debul with my husband's gun.

(crying softly) He will either be killed by the police or arrested for murder-- do you want that to happen?

No!

So do you know where she would hide?

(sniffs) (tapping) Will you tell me?

♪ ♪ What about the pills?

(basket lid creaks, pills drop) What pills?

♪ ♪ Thank you, my love-- you are a gem.

Where's Lucas?

Where's Bonfils?

Lucas got a call from Director Guichard ordering her back to IGDS and Bonfils said he wasn't feeling well and went home.

Right, well, thanks to my wife, we now have an address for Jeanne Debul, an apartment in the Sixth.

What?

I traced every single property her... This one belongs to a Spanish count.

She's his mistress-- let's go.

But where's the count?

At a care home in Madrid-- dementia.

Does Alain know about this place?

(drawer closes) Lagrange told him.

So he could be there already.

Yes, Lapointe, that's why we're hurrying.

Right, right, right.

(tires squeal) (engine stops) Keep your eyes peeled for Alain Lagrange.

Radio if you see him.

♪ ♪ (knocks) Chief Inspector-- how did you find me?

Of course, that blabbermouth Lagrange.

(door closes) Forgive the dust.

My dear Ottavio forgets to pay his staff.

In fact, he forgets everything.

Hey-ho.

Well?

Say something clever.

You're supposed to be clever.

(drink pouring) Do you know what your mistake was?

I'm always eager to learn.

Getting edited out of the CCTV at the nightclub.

Otherwise you would've just been the attractive woman who talked to Delteil and Lagrange.

Thank you for that "attractive."

Instead, you became the invisible woman.

That's much more interesting.

You assume I know about this.

But I don't.

I don't own or control the club.

But I do wonder who gave your men the CCTV before I was edited out.

Oh, of course.

No solidarity among whores.

I should know.

Do go on.

I understand the need to get rid of Delteil.

I can understand the means, blackmail.

The documents Lagrange tried to give him: compromising photos, or his name on a foreign bank account.

I can understand how you control Lagrange.

You bought up his debts.

Really, do I look like a loan shark?

What I can't understand is why Lagrange had to kill Delteil.

(scoffs) Why do you keep including me in things I know nothing about?

I liked André.

I had no need to get rid of him.

I didn't control François.

He's far more disturbed than you think.

Where are the documents?

No idea.

Maybe they don't exist.

Maybe they're in that nice bag you had when I met you at Lagrange's, along with his and Delteil's phones.

(laughs) You don't really know anything, do you?

I know what happened in that apartment.

(pounding at door) ANDRÉ: Lagrange, open that door!

MAIGRET: Delteil came looking for the documents.

He knew they were forgeries.

ANDRÉ: Lagrange!

He realized the best course was to make them public.

No, no, listen... Come on-- where is it?

Where is it?

I've no idea!

(muttering) They are not here.

Expose the blackmail and the blackmailers.

That's why Lagrange panicked.

♪ ♪ (grunting) That's why he shot him.

(gun fires, François gasps) ♪ ♪ Well, this is very exciting, but still, it has nothing to do with me, so... It had everything to do with you.

You set them on a collision course: the righteous man and the paranoiac.

Righteous man?

There's no such thing.

Right, you're coming with me.

No, I'm not, get off.

I'm taking you in for your own safety.

Alain Lagrange is still out there.

What, you haven't caught him yet?

No.

So how long before he realizes you're skulking here?

Get dressed.

I hear Alain has got your gun.

That must be embarrassing for you.

(door creaks) (shrieks) What is it?

A rat, a big bloody rat!

Don't you find me attractive, Maigret?

I arrested a woman today who tried to kill three children.

Even she was more attractive than you are.

Get dressed.

♪ ♪ Lapointe, get her in the car.

ALAIN: Hey!

MAIGRET: Lapointe!

Get away from her!

Alain, I'm Maigret-- put down the gun.

She ruined my dad's life-- get out of the way!

No-- you'll have to shoot me first.

Get out of the way!

I loved your father, Alain!

That's a lie, you drove him mad!

Lapointe, get her in the car!

I loved him!

If you don't believe me, then shoot me.

Go on, do it-- I deserve it!

Get her in the car, Lapointe!

Okay, Alain.

Alain, she's not worth it.

(stammers) Put the gun down.

(breathing deeply) (breathing deeply) ♪ ♪ Come here.

Take a seat.

(sighing): I'm so tired.

Lock that damn thing in the safe at the Judiciaire.

You want to charge him?

No.

She wanted him to take a shot.

Then he'd be on an attempted murder charge with your gun.

Thank you, Lapointe.

Sorry.

What do you want to do?

Take her to the Judiciaire, get her statement.

I'll see you there.

Come on, your dad's in the hospital.

(car door closes) I'll take you to see him.

(engine starts) ♪ ♪ So, you believe she set up Lagrange to murder Deputy Delteil?

She could get him to do whatever she wanted.

She got him the gun, told him how to dispose of the gun and the body, but in ways we would easily discover, while she removed all evidence of her own involvement.

We wouldn't even know about her if it wasn't for 23 seconds of CCTV she, or her friends in organized crime, tried to erase.

Does any of this give you a charge that might actually stick?

I'm gonna give it a damn good try.

What about the actual killer?

Lagrange's lawyer is arguing that he has a neuropsychiatric disorder, which meant that he wasn't in control of his actions.

As witnesses to this, he'll be calling his doctor and Maigret.

Olga Borysenko's killer, Laurence Laclos, will be charged with one count of murder and three of attempted-- well, no, five.

She also tried to kill Maigret and Janvier.

I expect the same defense: inability to control her actions.

Yeah, due to a neuropsychiatric disorder.

God preserve us from shrinks and lawyers.

(chuckling) No offense, Mathilde.

Well, you did your job, Maigret.

You caught two killers, you closed two cases.

I congratulate you.

Thank you-- Jeanne Debul?

(chuckling) Let her go.

You'll prove nothing.

She'll call in favors.

She'll damage you and the Judiciaire.

Let her go.

Funny old world.

The innocent die, the mad get locked up, and the bad go free.

Let her go.

And, uh, this is... But the charges.

♪ ♪ Thank you, Karim.

You must be Mathilde Kernavel.

Maigret's pet prosecutor.

I think you should leave.

Oh, I will.

But I must say, everyone's behaved impeccably.

Karim has been most charming, and, well, Maigret even saved me from a rat.

I was more worried for the rat.

Don't be a sore loser, Maigret.

♪ ♪ Mathilde, you know what she said is complete rubbish.

Don't worry about it.

♪ ♪ (talking indistinctly) ♪ ♪ LUCAS: You know, you shouldn't drink alone.

So drink with me.

You know what I wish?

Hm?

I wish Torrence was here.

Me, too.

He'd be so proud of you.

♪ ♪ To Torrence... ...and to you.

(glasses clink) ♪ ♪ (exhales) (door closes, keys jangling) (TV playing softly) ♪ ♪ After he talked to his dad, he had no place to go.

What else could I do?

(TV continues) We are not adopting Alain Lagrange.

(laughs) Relax, Maigret.

I called his sister.

She's picking him up tomorrow morning.

But until then, he will stay here, and I will look after him.

Is there any food left, or did he eat it all?

(laughs) Cheer up.

You stopped Alain getting into trouble and you didn't get stabbed by the cake lady.

Lucas told me.

I shall love Janvier for the rest of my days.

Yeah, me, too.

♪ ♪ What?

I used to know that if I went out on a limb on a case, there wouldn't be someone behind me sawing at the branch.

You mean Guichard.

People can resent it when their protégés do too well.

I don't know about too well.

I do know that if I can't make a difference, then, then what's the point?

Why am I here?

You'd mean you'd leave?

Leave Paris?

♪ ♪ I would be a good mother.

♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ GUICHARD: Wine merchant shot in the chest.

(fires) Make sure this murder gets solved quickly and cleanly.

Yes, sir.

MOERS: It looks random, but it isn't.

MAIGRET: I don't think it's over.

What do you mean, it isn't over?

It's like the past has come back to life and wants revenge.

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