All language subtitles for M.2025.S01E06.FINAL.WEB-DLx264-JiVE

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MILA: Wouldn't be listening
to us, would you?

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This gang could be connected
to Batille's killing.

MAIGRET:
They stabbed him to death,

but left the recorder,
which has their voices on it.

I don't think so.

KERNAVEL: So you're letting
Cavre go on a wild goose chase.

Could you tell us anything
about the man?

That he's a coward.

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

You have to come home.

You've just challenged
a killer.

You can't leave Paris.

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(thunder claps)

(whimpers)

(click)

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(bell tolling in distance)

(bell continues)
Better hurry.

Mass is in 15 minutes.

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(bell continues)

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SOPHIE:
Maigret?

You decided to show up.

Well, you needn't
have bothered.

I can handle things here.

That's not what you said
last night.

Last night I was upset.

What happened to Janos?

Good morning,
Countess.

SOPHIE:
Dr. Bouchardon,
good morning.

(lowering voice):
I kicked Janos out.

I'm kicking them all out.

I've relied too long
on untrustworthy men.

I don't include your father
in that.

I'm sorry for what I said
last night.

It wasn't true.

I apologize.

(exhales)

You should go back to Paris,
Maigret.

I'll look after Saint-Fiacre.

(handbell ringing)

(lens zooming,
church bell ringing)

(shutter clicks)

(shutter clicking)

LAPOINTE:
Who am I photographing, exactly?

Maigret thinks Antoine Batille's
killer might be here.

Where is the boss?

Lucas said
he had to leave town.

Personal.

Where's Torrence?

(horns honking in distance)

Yeah, I got
Antoine's father,

his sister.
(shutter clicks)

Looks like we're starting.

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(shutter clicking,
lens zooming)

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PRIEST:
He leadeth me
beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in
the paths of righteousness

for his name's sake.

Yea, though
I walk through

the valley
of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil.

(coins rattle)

For thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff,
they comfort me.

(Sophie gasps, whimpers)

Thou preparest
a table before me

in the presence
of mine enemies.

Thou anointest
my head with oil...
(Sophie gasping)

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(lens zooming, shutter clicking)

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(church bell echoes,
audio distorts)

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(distorted):
Bouchardon!

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(people talking in background)

CAVRE (sighs):
I'll ask again.

What's the point of this?

Maigret asked for it.

Maigret knows
we have the murderer.

He said so yesterday,
so what are we doing?

Anyone?

Look, we need to get
the art thieves back in a room

and put the screws to them.

Put the screws
to them?

Yes!

You know what I mean.

You know what I mean.

Sergeant Lucas,

if you can't
get hold of Maigret,

I'll get hold of
Kernavel.

We only have these suspects
for so long,

and we are wasting time.

BOUCHARDON:
It was a heart attack,
Captain Chabot.

She had complained to me
of chest pains,

feeling faint.

I gave her pills
for high blood pressure

and, and I begged her

to go and get
a proper checkup, but...

And her son was
breaking her heart.

This is just tragic.

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(phone vibrating)

Lucas.

LUCAS:
Boss.
(sighs)

We did surveillance
on the funeral.

We got the photos, but we
don't know what to do with them.

Can I see them?

Sure, where are you?

MAIGRET:
Saint-Fiacre, near Montmirail.

What? That's...

Boss, we need to work
the Batille case, I...

Do we get the art thieves
back in?

Yes.

with the photographs
this morning?

Yes.

Keep questioning the gang,
and if the media ask questions,

just tell them we're not looking
for anyone else.

Boss,

you're trying to send a message
to someone, aren't you?

Who?

I don't know.

(car door opens and closes)

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(inhales)

Boss, is there anything
we can do to help?

MAIGRET:
Yes.

A woman just died.

A woman I came here to help.

I need a hand down here.

Who can you spare?

You can have
Janvier and Lapointe.

They're owed time off.

(knocks)
MAIGRET: Tell them to meet me at
La Manon hotel in Saint-Fiacre.

And bring the photos.

Thanks, Lucas.

(call ends)

(broom sweeping)

MAIGRET:
Madame Jaume.

Can I speak to Ernest?

I was told he was altar boy
at this morning's mass.

He's not here.

(door opens)
I don't know
where he is.

(door closes)

Thank you very much.

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Hello, Ernest.

What did you give the countess
in church this morning?

Nothing!

Let go of me!

(Ernest grunts)

Get off of me, you big pedo!

(grunts)

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Who gave you this?

(door opens)

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(men talking softly
in background)

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Lost something?

(yelps)

(exhales)

They are mine--
she didn't even give me

time to pack.

Where are you gonna go?

How would I know?

(scoffs)

I sacrificed so much
moving here.

And then she was
irrational.

The accusations.

She was not
a well woman.

I'd stick around,
if I were you.

Why should I?

Do you want your face
all over the TV?

A lot of people like me
coming after you?

Stick around.

(bangs door)

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(door opens
in distance)

GAUTIER:
Come on, Janos.

(door closes)

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(shutter clicks)

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CHABOT:
What are you
doing here?

Having a pee.

(toilet flushes)

You have no jurisdiction here--
I want you to leave.

I am leaving,

but I'm not going away.

Nor should you.

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

(phone vibrating)

Torrence.

TORRENCE (on phone):
Boss, I got a call for you.

He says it's about Batille,

but he'll only talk to you.

MAIGRET:
Thanks.

Uh, put him through.

(button beeps, line clicks)

This is Maigret.

BERCY (on phone):
Don't bother to trace the call.

I won't be on long enough.

We're not tracing it.

BERCY:
Do you know who I am?

No.

BERCY:
Then why did you tell lies
in public?

To get you to call me.

BERCY:
Very clever.

Okay, if you're so clever,

have I killed before?

(exhales):
I don't know.

Do you remember his face?

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Antoine Batille.

Well, you went back
and looked at him,

then stabbed him again.

So,

do you remember his face?

BERCY:
Yes.

And does he stop you sleeping?

(Bercy inhales, call ends)

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(birds chirping)

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MR. MAIGRET:
Better hurry.

Mass is in 15 minutes.

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Can I help you
with something?

Chief Inspector
Maigret.

Maigret?

Are you...

Was this...

I am.

And this...

Well, I suppose it was,
once.

Ah! Well!

Come in, please.

Please, come in.

(computer keys clacking)

GAUTIER:
Natalie,
guess who's here.

Maigret.

The son
of Evariste Maigret,

the estate manager
before me.

Madame Gautier.

NATALIE:
Mademoiselle--
I'm his daughter.

And bank manager
in Montmirail.

That's right,
Crédit Rural.

Yeah, my wife and I separated
some years ago.

She found country life
too hard.
Mm.

And you've made
some changes.

Oh, the old place was
completely falling apart.

Sadly, I had no choice.

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NATALIE:
And I still don't know why
you kept this old table.

GAUTIER:
I kept it
because it has character.

(continues in voiceover):
Character and for continuity.

YOUNG MAIGRET:
Dad?

Is everything okay?

Uh, yes.

Of course.

GAUTIER:
The countess--
it's a terrible tragedy.

We're heartbroken.

Poor dear Sophie.

(keys clacking)

Tell me about Janos Varga.

Tell me about Janos Varga.

Oh, well...

I'm afraid it's not
a very edifying story.

Attractive man,

vulnerable older woman.

He took advantage of her?

Well, I wish she'd
spent less on his "art."
(chuckles)

But in the scheme of things,

I suppose
it didn't really matter.

Anyway, I hear he's gone--
good riddance.

You hear?

You gave him a lift
half an hour ago.

Where to?

A hotel in Montmirail.

He had nowhere else to go--
I felt sorry for him.

The countess's son
will be here soon.

What will you
tell him?

Is that any
of your business?

Do you want me
to make it my business?

(chuckles)
Look, it's obvious.

The estate is bankrupt.

Things started to go wrong
under your father,

I'm afraid.

Don't get me wrong,
he was a decent man,

but out of his depth,
and...

Well, Sophie trusted him
until it was too late.

I did what I could.

I, I sold what farms I could
to stem the bleeding, but, uh...

What will your advice
to Maurice be?

Sell-- he has no choice.

I doubt the sale will
even pay off the overdraft.

I'll do my best
to help him, of course.

It's not like he ever showed
much interest in the place.

Again, I'm

sorry your visit was,
was so sad.

Have a safe trip
back to Paris.

I'm not going back to Paris.

I'm taking this.

What?
It belongs to the estate.

It belongs to my father.

Bought it as a gift for
the countess's 21st birthday.

This was his copy.
Wh...

(stammering):
Um, ju... Maigret.
(door opens)

(sirens wailing)

Cavre got a result.

Branchu and Sovran
both made statements

refuting Mila's alibi.

We haven't had a lab report
back on the knife.

The other evidence
is enough to charge Mila

for Antoine's murder,

so, knowing the thing
that you know,

which you are refusing to share,

should we go ahead and charge?

Yes.

But put my name
on the charge sheet.

(stammers):
Cavre will be royally
pissed off.

He's not the only one
who'll be pissed off.

He'll thank me in the long run.

(sighs)

You're playing
a dangerous game, boss.

(engine revving)

Janvier,

at last.

(tires screeching)

The game is working--
keep playing it.

My name on the charge sheet,
Mila as the killer.

(car doors open)

Ooh!
(car door closes)

It's all right for some.
(car door closes)

LAPOINTE:
From Antoine's funeral.

Thanks.

Can I have
one of those, please?

Not yet.

I need you to go
to Montmirail town hall.

Ask for the property records,

find out who owns these farms.

Also, when they were bought,
how much for,

and who did the financing.

We've just driven
for two hours.

And the office closes
in two hours.

If anyone gives you any grief,

tell them
it's a murder investigation.

You can take this.

You can take this.

(shutter clicks)

You can keep it.

(car doors open
and close)

(phone vibrating)
(engine starts, revs)

(car tears away,
tires screech)

LOUISE (on phone):
Maigret.

Sweetheart.

I'm so sorry about the countess.

(exhales vocally)

It was in church,
like my dreams.

She died almost in front of me.

LOUISE:
I'm sorry, my love.

But look,
about your text,

I dropped in on Hélène,
because I,

I think you must have
misheard

about the countess's
condition.

MAIGRET:
What do you mean?

You wrote
high blood pressure.

That's what the doctor said.

LOUISE:
But the pills you photographed
were fludrocortisone.

So...

Hi.

Uh, fludrocortisone
is for hypotension--

low blood pressure.

If you give this to someone
with high blood pressure,

you're just exacerbating
the condition.

So you must have misheard,
because

no doctor would prescribe these.

No, uh, of course--
thanks, Hélène.

Are you coming back or staying?

MAIGRET:
Staying.

A little bit longer.

I saw on the news

you're charging someone
in the boy's murder.

Yes, but not the killer.

He called me.

And?

And I don't know.

He's made contact,

so I'm one step closer to him.

Are you in the right place,
Maigret?

No.

In reality.

Geography.

You should be here.

Mmm.
LOUISE:
Paris.

A crime was committed here, too.

Now I have to follow through.

Okay.

MAIGRET:
I love you.

I love you, too.

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MAURICE:
I had to go to the morgue
in Montmirail to identify her.

I thought how young
she seemed.

But then, she was young.

(voice trembling):
52.

(voice trembling):
52.

Yes.

The same age as my father.

(inhales)

She told me you liked it.

Calvados.

Thank you.

Why are you here?

Your mother called me.

She said she was
ill, scared,

and surrounded by people
she didn't trust.

I came, but not in time
to help her.

I let her down.

I'm the one
who let her down.

And I'm afraid I'm going
to keep on doing it.

I'm going to sell
the château.

Gautier says I have to.

This place destroyed
my mother.

I won't let it destroy me.

(voice trembles):
I will walk away
without a backwards glance.

I felt the same when my
father died, that,

that it had killed him.

I left.

Never wanted
to see it again.

Is that why you went
to Paris?

The police?

Paris, yes,
but not the police.

I went into a black hole
for two years.

Drink, drugs, everything else.

Like I wanted to flush
Saint-Fiacre out of my system.

What happened?

Well, someone was kind.

Told me to grow up.

Who?

(exhales)

You do what you have to do.

All I will say is,

Gautier was not
on your mother's side,

and he's not on yours.

But he's not wrong
about how things are.

And what choice
do I have?

I have no money,
no recourse.

Nothing.

I believe bad things
were done here.

Not just today,

but for years.

If you're willing to fight,

I can give you
the ammunition.

Are you hungry?

Most of the time.

I don't know what we have.

Then let's have a look.

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(knock at door)

Yep.

(door opens)

Madam Prosecutor.

I think you know
that I'm all about loyalty.

The team.

Yes?

When the leader of that team

absents himself from the work,

but still takes credit
for the results of that work,

isn't one obliged
to protest

on behalf of the team?

You're talking
about Maigret?

Yes.

He insisted on putting his name
on a charge sheet

where he had nothing,
literally nothing,

to do with closing
the case.

Plus, by the way,

where is he?

Nobody seems to know,

apart from maybe
Sergeant Lucas.

(chuckling):
And she...
Maigret is in Saint-Fiacre.

An urgent personal matter.

You knew.

Still.

It's not right.

It's not ideal.

I'd like my protest
to go on the record.

He's the chief inspector,

but sees fit to swan off
into the middle of nowhere

on some personal matter,

but still take the credit
for other people's hard work.

And you're 100% confident

in this work?
Yes, ma'am.

We have built a good case.

Watertight?

(stammers softly)

As watertight as any case
can be, you know,

but lawyers and courts...
Yes.

Thank you,
Inspector Cavre.

Thank you, ma'am.

(door opens)

(inhales)

(door closes)
(exhales)

You're allowed to just
take time off like this?

Disappear from work?

Well, it's a risk
I had to take.

(phone vibrating)

Janvier.

Mm.

You have copies
of everything?

Good-- see you
at the hotel.

The ammunition is starting
to come in.

Tomorrow, you should
request a meeting here.

Invite Gautier,
his daughter,

Dr. Bouchardon,
even Janos Varga.

No.

Yes.

Tell them you're selling
Saint-Fiacre,

and you want to thank everyone
for everything they've done

for your mother
over the years.

Invite that Gendarmerie
Captain Chabot, as well.
Maigret.

I don't understand.

(inhales)

I'll be here early
tomorrow morning

with Janvier and Lapointe.

We'll give you
the ammunition.

Then you'll understand.

Then you'll be angry.

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Saint-André?

(phone vibrating)

(button clicks)

Lucas-- you're working late.

Lucas-- you're working late.

LUCAS:
I think I've got him
on the line.

Put him through.

Thanks, Lucas.

(button beeps, line clicks)

Maigret.

BERCY:
You're right, I haven't slept.

I keep seeing his face.

And when,
when I turned him over,

he looked at me
like I'd come to help him.

(rain falling, Antoine gasping)

Grateful.

And that made you angry.

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Yeah.

I had to show him
I hadn't come to help.

So I stabbed him again.

(knife stabbing, Bercy grunting)

Then he knew who I was.

(Antoine exhaling,
thunder rumbling)

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(exhales)

BERCY:
You there?

I'm here.

BERCY:
Do you have an answer
to the question,

"Have I killed before?"

I still don't.

The stranger death, that's
the thing you fear the most.

Isn't it?

No connection
between killer and victim.

Yes, we are afraid
of that.

So my next victim
will be a stranger,

and you won't solve that one,
either.

You're overlooking one thing:

there is a connection.

Between you and me.

Just because I talk to you
doesn't mean you know me.

I'm looking at you right now.

♪ ♪

You're suffering.

You keep seeing his face.

You can't sleep.

(call ends)

♪ ♪

(exhales)

Christ's sakes, boss.

♪ ♪

(softly):
Keep at it.

We've a job to do.

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MAURICE:
The last of the Lafite.

Come on, Captain Chabot.

You're not on duty.

My mother would be
very happy

to see the house full again
with friends

and colleagues.

and colleagues.

Salud.

But all good things must come
to an end.

I'm going to take
Monsieur Gautier's advice

and put the château
up for sale.

Oh, my dear boy.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you, Dr. Bouchardon.

And because you were not just
such good friends to my mother,

but you are also wise
in the ways of the world,

I want to ask what you think.

How much will I get?

(inhales)

Mademoiselle Gautier,

our accounts are held
at your bank.

What's our overdraft?

Nearly two million euros,
I'm afraid.

Huh, ouch.

Um, Gautier, what can we get
for the remaining land?

Oh, well, it's very hard
to estimate.

We'll have to compare
with recent sales.

All right.

Let's do that.

Middle Farm.

Sold five years ago.

300 hectares,

about the same as the land
I have left.

What did it go for?

GAUTIER:
Uh, I'm afraid I, I don't

have the figures in my head.

It sold
for 850,000 euros.

MAURICE (scoffs):
That's not good.

(chuckles)

Well...
(clears throat)

You have to understand,

the, uh, land values
had been declining.

I could only find one buyer.

Understood.

But what about the farmhouse?

It was 18th-century.

850,000 euros
including the farmhouse.

It was in terrible condition.

Your mother was lucky
to get that much.

(chuckles):
Okay?

(Maurice clears throat)
JANVIER:
It was sold

18 months later

for two-and-a-half million
euros.

(Gautier sneezes)

Okay, hm.

Saint-André.

Much larger, 500 hectares.

Given arable land's worth

7,000 a hectare?

We must have got
at least three million.

Saint-André was sold
for 970,000 euros.

Most of the land
was just grazing.

Prices were depressed
at the time, and, and...

And you could only find
one buyer.

Yes!
I could only find one buyer.

Look, I can see
what you're doing.

You've brought these people
here,

whoever they are...

JANVIER:
Saint-André was sold
two years later

for 3.5 million euros.

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(voice trembling):
3.5 million.

Some profit.

Who was the lucky buyer?

LAPOINTE:
A limited company
based in Liechtenstein.

Services et Conseils Rurales,
S.A.R.L.

The same company
also bought Middle Farm.

Its directors
are Sebastian Gautier

and Natalie Gautier.
I don't have to listen to this--
come on, Natalie.

Bloody ridiculous.

Don't-- hey.

(door closes)
Get out of the way,
get out of the...

Captain Chabot,
tell him to get out of the way!

He's a friend of the family--
what can I do?

Shall I summarize, Gautier?

Shall I summarize, Gautier?

Whenever my mother
needed to sell a property

to keep the estate alive,
you handled the sale.

You sold to yourself
for the lowest possible price,

then sold on a few months later
for a huge profit.

I'm sure when I tried
to sell the château,

you'd have only found
one buyer for that, too:

Services et Conseils Rurales,
Liechtenstein.

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Dr. Bouchardon.

Anything to say?

What can I say?

I'm shocked.

It is shocking, isn't it?

But perhaps not as shocking

as prescribing her the drugs
that killed her.

What are you talking about?

My mother suffered
from high blood pressure,

but for months,
you prescribed her drugs

for low blood pressure,

making a heart attack
more likely, especially

in the event
of a sudden shock.

Rubbish!

I prescribed her drugs according
to the symptoms she told me.

This is a request for
an autopsy to be performed

on Countess Sophie
de Saint-Fiacre

due to the
suspicious circumstances

surrounding her death.

Don't you dare!

(both grunting)

Janos.

I've neglected you, I'm sorry.

I have nothing to do
with any of this.

This phone was given to Sophie
de Saint-Fiacre yesterday.

It has photos of her
of a sexually graphic nature.

A statement from Ernest Jaume,
altar boy,

saying Janos Varga paid him
100 euros to give the countess

the phone in church
and remove it afterwards.

MAIGRET:
That was the shock

that stopped her heart.

Can you prove it?
I don't know.

But if you check
their call logs,

you'll see they were
all talking to one another,

especially after they heard
that I was coming.

I will examine these
so I can understand fully

what has happened.

I'll tell you
what's happened.

I worked, I slaved
to keep this place alive.

You!

What did you do
but waste money

in Paris?

You're just like your mother,
a parasite,

living off the sweat of...

(grunts)
(yelps)

NATALIE:
You saw that.

He assaulted him!

CHABOT:
He insulted his mother.

What do you expect?

(clears throat)

Do not leave this area.

Or I will issue warrants
for your arrest.

♪ ♪

(Gautier sniffs)

GAUTIER:
Get off me, I'm all right!

♪ ♪

(breath trembling)

(stammers):
Sorry, sorry.

I'm just a bit...

MAIGRET:
She would have been proud
of you.

(crying softly)

(whirring)

Charge sheet for Xavier Mila for
the murder of Antoine Batille.

Charge sheet for Xavier Mila for
the murder of Antoine Batille.

Lab is not 100%
on Mila's knife?

No DNA.

Obviously, the killer
would have cleaned it,

but it's a 100% match
for blade and stab depth.

Good.

Well done, Inspector.

Come with me

and we'll inform
Monsieur Mila.

Wait-- what time
was Batille stabbed?

Between 10:25 and 10:35.

TORRENCE:
I've been checking the CCTV from
the night Antoine was killed.

Camera on an ATM

near the Basilique
de Saint-Denis metro.

Who do you think
they are?

LUCAS:
That's Mila, Branchu,
and Sovran.

TORRENCE:
This is exactly
where Mila said he was

in his alibi, and,
as he also said in his alibi,

the other two are
with him.

Mm-hmm-- Maigret asked you
to track the robbers,

and you couldn't be bothered?

(softly):
I'm an inspector--
it's not my job.

It is your job.

Clearly, Mila did not do it.

Is Maigret any closer

to identifying
the real killer?

Wait.

They're talking,
but still no I.D.

♪ ♪

What do you mean,
they're talking?

What, he knew all, he knew
it wasn't Mila, he, he...

♪ ♪

Why would he do that?
Why would he do this?

You got the degree
in psychology, mate.

KERNAVEL:
Okay, so what happens next?

Where is the killer?

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(footsteps climbing stairs)

(keys jangling)

Here, let me help you.

Thanks, I can manage.
No.

No, I, I want
to help you.

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Thank you.

What you guys just did
was amazing.
(phone vibrating)

I don't know
how I could ever repay you.

Easy-- invite us round
for a weekend.

LAPOINTE:
Two weekends.
Anytime you want.

(talking softly)

It's me--
I'm starting back.

Couple of hours max.

(inhales):
That's good.

I'm at home now.

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(conversation continues)

Is everything okay?

Yes, uh...

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You know,
you roll the dice.

♪ ♪

I'll see you soon.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Antoine Batille's killer is
in my apartment, he has my wife.

Janvier, we'll take
your car.

♪ ♪

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

LUCAS:
Just a cordon
outside the building,

that's all-- low-key.

He's just going
to walk in there?

He says he's a danger to himself
more than anyone else.
No.

I'll speak to the director.

I will not risk lives--
there should be a RAID team

in there.
Maigret knows the killer--
he's been talking to him.

LUCAS:
He knows the killer
is waiting for him.

Madame Prosecutor, you have
to trust Maigret on this.

I did trust him,
and look where we are!

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Okay.

Okay-- low-key.

♪ ♪

How did you find
where we live?

I read that Chief Inspector
Maigret's wife

worked as a
psychiatric nurse.

So I called every hospital in
town and asked to talk to you.

You should have been
a, a real feminist

and kept your maiden name.
(chuckles)

I love my husband.

Having his name
doesn't diminish me.

If you say so.

Are you scared?

Yes.

I've never seen him angry.

I'm wondering
what it will be like.

(engine roaring)
LUCAS (on radio):
Janvier?

Janvier-- E.T.A. one minute.

LUCAS:
Roger that-- we're outside.

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♪ ♪

(sniffs)

(phone calling out)

ZIZOU (on phone):
You've reached Zizou.

You want some breaking news?

Anything?
TORRENCE:
Just been

on the roof opposite--
they're in the kitchen.

Your wife's at the table--
she seems okay.

LUCAS:
If Torrence can see in,
then so can a sniper.

MAIGRET:
No-- can I have a radio?

Come in when I say,
not before.

Boss, he's got a knife.

In case you need
to blow his head off.

♪ ♪

(magazine clicks, slide racks)

(door opens)
MAIGRET:
It's Maigret.

I'm coming in.

BERCY:
Don't come any closer.

(softly):
I'm sorry.

Has he hurt...

(quickly)
No.

We've been talking.

Why don't you sit down?

Why don't you sit down?

Did you get done
what you needed to?

Yes.

Stop.

You talk to me,

not her.

What do you want
to talk about?

You disrespected me.

Called me a coward.

I did.

I'm sorry.

Well, you underestimated me.

Didn't you?

Tell me what you want.

Don't want
to be forgotten.
What?

(whispers):
Of course.

No, she doesn't know
what she's talking about.

I know the answer
to your question:

have you killed before?

You have.

But it was a long time ago.

It wasn't planned.

Someone angered you,
or disrespected you.

You stabbed him.

You weren't caught.

You weren't even
suspected.

But for months, you were afraid
you'd be found out.

You never were.

But eventually,
you began to get angry.

Because no one knew
what you'd done,

this incredible thing
that you'd done.

What had I done?
Taken a life.

Crossed the line.

Removed yourself
from the community of man.

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(horn honking, tires screeching)

LUCAS (on radio):
Torrence, what's going on
down there?

We got media arriving.

Do what you can,
just keep people back.

Zizou, how the hell
did you find out?

What? One of you lot called me
from La Crim.

LAPOINTE:
One of our lot?

And it's not just me--
everyone's coming.

Who was he?

Guy Dubois.

He was just a guy that went
with a girl I liked,

who I thought liked me.

I found him out by the river
by himself.

I went up to him.

He said, "What's up?"

I slid the knife into him.

He said, "What?", and then
he fell down, and I walked away.

How did you feel?

Sick-- sick, sick.

I couldn't eat or sleep.

My parents were sure
I was ill.

Then, uh,

I began to feel different.

You know, I'd done it,
like, I'd, I,

I'd crossed your line.
(inhales)

And you wanted
to feel like that again?

Yeah.

(breath shudders)

(whimpers)

Why Antoine Batille?

(sucks teeth)

I had spent the day walking,
and, uh,

looking, you know,
just looking, and, uh,

I thought
it was never gonna happen.

And then he just walked by,
soaked.

(chuckles)
Happy.

He ordered a crepe.

A crepe.

(sighing):
He was happy and...

I wasn't, so I just,
I, I stabbed him.

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They know I'm here!

I've got to get out of here.
That won't happen.

It will, with her.

I'll, I'll walk right out.

(yells):
Don't move! Don't move!

I don't want to go
to prison-- can you...

Will you, will you tell them
I, I couldn't help it?

I was driven to it.
I can do that.

And you,
you work with crazy people.

You look after crazy people,
so just tell them I'm mad, yeah?

Tell them, like,
I, I crossed your line.

Will you tell them?
No.

Sad and lonely
isn't mad.

(breathing heavily)
It's just sad and lonely.

I don't agree with my husband--
you haven't crossed some

magical line.

He cares about the pain
that you feel.

I care about the pain
that you've caused.

You did terrible things.

Not incredible things.

You are responsible.

When you accept that,

you will be able to sleep.

(inhales)

Now, please,

give me the knife.

♪ ♪

(Bercy sniffs)

A gun.

You would've shot me.

Take a seat.

Uh, would you like
a drink?

Please.

And one for...

I don't know your name.

It's Bercy.

Guillaume Bercy.

Clear to come in.

Door's on the latch.

(knock at door)

(door opens)

Are, are you okay?

I'm fine.

We're fine.

We're fine.

Thanks, Andrea.

(slide unracks)

Will you give that back
to Torrence?

Will you come visit me
in prison?

I will.

♪ ♪

(Louise crying)

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

(door opens)

(reporters clamoring,
camera shutters clicking)

♪ ♪

(Lucas murmuring)

Huh.

You're done-- find a new team.

You don't tell me
what to do-- I am...

(grunts, gasps)

♪ ♪

(Torrence coughs)

You're done.

(continues typing)

♪ ♪

KERNAVEL:
Inspector Cavre

has asked for a transfer
out of La Crim.

He says the hostile
work environment

is affecting
his mental health.

Honestly, Maigret, he was
two-faced and incompetent.

He's gone.

Two murders solved,
one from 15 years ago.

Three thieves charged
for the attempted theft

of a billionaire's
art collection.

And I saw this morning

that a Monsieur Gautier
and his daughter

were arrested
at Charles de Gaulle

trying to board a flight
to Dakar

with more than
five million euros in cash.

So we should be pleased--
are we?

If it weren't for my wife,

we would be looking
at a very different picture.

How is she?

Must have been traumatic,
to say the least.

We'll take some time off,
if that's okay.

Go to the country.
Of course.

(door opens)

(birds chirping,
trimmer buzzing)

(trimmer stops)

♪ ♪

MAURICE:
Welcome back, Maigret.

I'm Maurice.
Louise.

I'm Maurice.
Louise.

A pleasure.

Tidied up a bit.

I can see-- thank you.

My mother will
be just down there.

Church will be looked after.

A lot of things
will be looked after.

The château's open,
there's drinks waiting,

and something a bit better than
what I offered you last time.

I'll finish up here and see
you there in 20 minutes?

LOUISE:
That will be lovely,
thank you.

♪ ♪

Saint-Fiacre.

You've come home.
(exhales)

♪ ♪

(click)

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