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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.