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Maigret?

Inspector Foulon.

Foulon.

Okay. Send me your location.

- You pulled a double shift? - Mmm.

It got busy. We're short-staffed.

Ah! You must get some sleep.

Hmm.

I had a strange dream.

Was I in it?

Not this time.

It's 5:00am 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.

Inspector.

- Maigret. - Foulon.

Who found him?

A chef from the 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 the scene.

I 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.

Yeah. Progesterone.

Like injecting motor oil.

But still, this time it will work.

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 Sao Paolo with a tennis coach.

No one has the heart to tell him.

Why are you so busy at work?

We had an old lady with dementia.

Family checked her into hospital

and then went to Mauritius for a holiday.

Nice.

Yeah, 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...

Lucas.

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.

She'll be outside in two minutes.

Morning, Chief Inspector.

Janvier.

What's the fuss about?

New footage of Tuesday's robbery.

A tourist who 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 monetise it.

- Foulon. - Foulon, where are you?

- The morgue. - With the body?

- Not yet. - 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 boss...? - Alright, Lapointe, alright.

- Well done, boss. - Thank you, Torrence.

Good stuff, Maigret.

- It'll be you next time, Cavre. - Yeah.

If I get some friends in high places.

It's on YouTube.

9:46am, they make entry, don't care about alarms.

That young lady is Ji Yuru.

She just made herself 25,000 euros.

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.

Here come the getaway cars.

The taxis were stolen the night before.

Go! Go!

Let's go! Move it! Go! Go!

And the first responders were from Rue Fabert.

They were quick.

Would've been right up the gang's backside,

except garbage truck got in the way.

And that's it.

Foulon.

I'm with the body now.

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

A seahorse?

He does.

His name is Honoré Cuendet. He's a burglar.

Nothing to do with drugs or gangs?

No, just a burglar. Thank you, Foulon.

Well, Chief Inspector?

Did the film help? Nearly two million views.

Do you want us to interview two million people?

Once we clean up the video, we should be

getting some clues on the suspects' identities.

Fernand did it.

- Gustave Fernand. - Er, Fernand's in La Tour,

doing 15 to 20 for armed robbery. You put him there.

And the rest of his mob's either dead or inside with him.

City workers. Fernand understood them.

And what's that got to do with anything?

There. The garbage truck.

City workers. Go anywhere, do anything,

any time of the day or night, invisible.

Mm. Just waiting.

A view up and down the street.

Fernand did always have a look-out.

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 7th.

Which is serviced by the City of Paris,

whose trucks are blue.

This truck's not on its rounds.

Cavre got it wrong again.

You mean, the robbers stole the truck?

Look at how it helps them.

Slows the cops by at least 20 seconds.

And it's how Fernand used to work.

Planning and preparation, entrances and exits,

allow for any eventuality.

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 shared his cell, his visitors.

Good. I look forward to hearing it.

Chief Inspector.

Madame Prosecutor.

Janvier, er, pull the files on Fernand's gang.

- Find out who's where. - Got it.

Torrence, you and Lapointe go out to La Tour,

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

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.

That's an unusual tattoo.

Have you ever seen a seahorse?

Only this one. In Marseilles.

In the sea?

In a woman's room.

- Was she your girlfriend? - Is that any of your business?

Not really.

I'm just curious.

A 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.

Oh, you.

- Can I come in? - Why?

He's not here.

Please.

She never liked you.

It's like I said, he's not here.

A present from Honoré?

It's none of your business.

Can I look in his room?

Can I stop you?

Yes.

He's still collecting his magazines?

Why shouldn't he?

What have you arrested him for this time?

I haven't.

So why are you looking for him?

I'm sorry, Justine.

Honoré is dead.

Sorry.

Did you lot kill him?

No.

He was found this morning beside the Seine.

What?

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.

- Was he on a job? - He's never hurt a soul.

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 answers.

I'm sorry.

I liked Honoré.

I'm taking the hat.

I'll return it.

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.

Can you find out who made this?

I can't, not now.

We've been told the priority is 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?

What have we got?

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.

Five months ago, he robbed a bank in Lyon.

Lyon police are looking for him.

Henri Bezieux spent 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?

Er, Nicolas Traude. Cellmate since November last year.

- What's he in for? - Er, dope smuggling.

Speedboat run from Tangiers to Marseilles.

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 is a better lead.

You and Torrence follow up with Lyon Police.

I'm going to talk to Rosalie.

You just wanna 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?

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...

...jewellery, and a Cézanne.

That's what we got him for. He stole it from an art gallery.

Did none of these places have alarms?

He knew the response times, always wore gloves and a hoodie,

and never stole enough to be worth hunting.

The Cézanne was different. He'd lowered his hood to stare at it.

There he was, on camera.

Like I said, not very bright.

It got him two years inside. After that he was bright.

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 jewellery and artworks were taken.

- What, that was Cuendet? - Yep.

I arrested him, searched his home, nothing.

I had to let him go.

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 around and didn't like what he saw.

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,

"Mmm, you're such an artist."

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

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 over-worked 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?

Boss.

Maigret.

You broke into my house.

I was worried you were drowning.

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. - Twice in six months?

- I love my husband. - Ah, 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? The driver's seat is so far back

your feet wouldn't even touch the pedals.

- Maybe the pool boy drives it. - Is that all he does?

Lucas. Where?

Yeah, we're on our way.

Boss!

Aren't you going to answer your phone?

Get out!

What's going on?

They've hit a jeweller's on Rue Charlot.

- A jeweller's? - Shots were fired, there are casualties.

Now they have hurt someone.

Make way, please.

- Kernavel. - Sure it's the same gang?

Same MO, stolen vehicle to gain entry,

robbers run into the store,

only this time they had opposition.

Jan Coric - he's the bodyguard of a Serbian businessman

that was in the jeweller'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 down the back, and that's the other one.

I need to ask you some questions.

No, you can't.

- Please stand back. - I need to talk to him.

Kernavel. Yes...

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 ID? - No.

How much money did they steal?

Money? It's a jeweller's, they stole jewellery.

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 jeweller's doesn't make any sense.

Why hit a jeweller's?

I don't think it was their target.

But it's what they hit!

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, I need to think.

Right.

Tasking.

I should point out that Bezieux...

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,

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 the street.

What, seriously?

Oh, too much for you, Janvier? Do you need a hand?

Not in a million years.

Cavre, I'd like you to...

What I was going to say is that Bezieux

has form for jewellery heists.

He did two on the Cote d'Azur last year.

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

Good idea. You do that.

- Where are you going? - To talk to Rosalie's husband.

Gustave Fernand.

Oh, yeah. Come on.

Excuse me, can I borrow your phone?

No.

It's a local call.

So what?

Thank you.

Won't be a minute.

- Hello? - Yeah, it's me.

What do you want for dinner?

Whatever you feel like.

- I was thinking Vietnamese. - Sounds lovely.

Oh, er, wait.

The man who lost his wife called.

- Foulon. - Foulon.

He said he's been trying to call you.

My phone died.

See you soon.

- Who's this? - Maigret. You phoned.

I got a lead off that hat. Where are you?

La Tour, but I won't be long.

See you outside in twenty.

Thank you. I owe you.

Yeah. How you gonna pay me?

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.

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,

and what sort of life can I give her then?

So you set her free. Very noble.

Hmm.

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?

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 jeweller's.

What idiot would do that?

Jewellery, you have to discount by nearly 80 percent

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,

because you'll be stuck in here till you die.

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?

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.

Know a good Vietnamese round here?

No.

Yep.

I specifically asked you not to work with Foulon,

yet you still are. Why?

Foulon is running a murder investigation

almost single-handedly, 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.

Yep.

Lucas. What's wrong with your phone?

Battery died.

Yes, Lucas.

Say all that again.

We've got an ID on the man shot at the jeweller'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.

Already on it, boss.

So, we know who the gang is.

If that's all?

Yes.

How was your day?

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

I nearly got kicked off the case.

- Nearly? - 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.

My father wakes me.

Better hurry. Mass is in fifteen minutes.

I'm altar boy for the early mass.

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.

- Er, early 20s. - Was she your first love?

My first crush.

I mean, you were my first love.

Evelyne Schneider?

I'm Inspector Foulon.

This is Chief Inspector Maigret.

Can we come in?

So, what's this about?

- Do you recognise 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 travelling.

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.

Died?

He was killed.

His body was found beside the Seine.

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 me if I liked the necklace, I said yes.

When?

Who knows, shortly before he left?

Are you going to tell me he stole that too?

Oh, God! Please, will you just go.

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.

A-ha.

"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.

He'll have checked in on the day Evelyne last saw him.

Okay.

- Cavre. - 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...

Did you get anything out of her?

I would have if you hadn't barged in on me.

Okay. Her name is Monique Delacroix.

She's claiming to be his fiancée.

How did she know Raison was here?

He borrowed a phone from one of the nurses and he called her.

Good, if he can speak to her, he can speak to us.

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 jeweller's, it's entirely his fault.

Why are you being so horrible?

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

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 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.

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.

Remember the calls she got at her place,

seconds after the robbery at the jeweller's?

She must be involved.

- Shall we tap her phones? - Yes.

The jeweller's.

What have you got on the street where the jeweller's is?

Erm, that block of Rue Charlot has a butcher,

two cafés, 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.

A poet?

Okay, I made up the poet.

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.

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?

Last room on the left.

Turn off the light.

What are we looking at?

Azhar Rafik's house.

Why are we looking at it?

It's where Honoré Cuendet did his last job.

And probably where he died.

That'll be Azhar Rafik and his girlfriend Lida Buondonno.

I can see four guards, motion sensors,

and half-dozen cameras in the front alone.

How did Cuendet even get in?

He got in.

He didn't get in by staring at it.

Where's his surveillance equipment -

microphone, cameras, computer?

He'll 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?

- Cavre. - Raison's gone.

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.

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.

The gang just fixed the weak link in the chain.

They've stolen Jacques Raison.