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Can we trust this person?

Isaac?

We're going to have to.

What if we wait a little?

If we move the stones on here
in the new year.

We can't move them here.

The police are all over
everybody I know.

We need to move the stones now,
Sarah, now!

Look at me.

Let's leave the stones,
and let's walk away from this.

Let's pack tonight.

What we already have
will get us to America.

But we'll be walking away from
half a million francs.

We can do that.

If I'm not back by tomorrow morning,

I want you to take the items
left in the store and leave here.

No. No, I am not leaving without you.

It will not be safe for you here,

and I will be dead.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I took the wrong turning out of the town

and spent 10 minutes
on the road to Paris.

Have you got the money?

Jojo!

Jojo! Would you like some pastries?
They're fresh from the oven!

Thank you.

My husband's already left for work,

and he'll normally eat
two croissants in the morning.

And if I leave them round the house
all day I'll eat them, I know I will.

Just look at me!

If I put on any more weight
I'm going to have nothing that fits.

I don't know why I bother
eating food any more.

I should just glue it to my hips.

Morning!

It's only me.

Good morning!

You know, one morning you'll surprise me

and say good morning back,
and I'll probably have a heart attack.

And then you'll actually have to speak
to another human being on the telephone

about where they should send
the ambulance.

And that will upset you.

Turn that back on, please.

I'll get your coffee going.

The Michonnet woman has arrived.

Breakfast will be ready
in the dining room in 10 minutes.

Thank you.

I was hoping to find you risen.

I'm sorry.

Help me!

It is a sad day
when a policeman dies.

I first met Claude Dumoulin 30 years ago

when we were cadets together,
alongside a number of you here.

And after 28 years
serving the people of Paris,

Claude had deserved a long retirement.

But it was not to be.

The good heart
with which he served the people

proved to be an exhausted one.

We thank you, Claude, for your service

and for your friendship.

I'm surprised his wife
and family aren't here.

He hadn't spoken to Juliet for years.

Is he all right?

He will be, sir. Once he's back at work.

So, you're taking your lady
to the pictures tonight then?

Well, trouble is she only gets
one evening off a week,

and at the pictures,
you can't really talk, can you?

You just sit side by side
and stare at the screen.

Well, that's not the only thing to do
at the pictures.

Janvier.

Chief.

Inspector Grandjean
calling from Arpajon.

Louis. It's been a long time.

Maigret, can you get some men
to the Gare d'Orsay?

We have a suspect in a murder case
who was seen boarding the Paris train.

Which train did he get?

We think he's on the 11:10.

Janvier.

His name is Carl Anderson
and he may be armed.

Can you give me a description?

The man is tall, in his 30s,
wears a dark lens in his glasses.

He's travelling with a woman.

His wife?

Sister.

Are they policemen?

Here.

- Carl, you're hurting me!
- Quiet!

- You're hurting me, Carl!
- I'm not!

- You're hurting me! You're hurting me!
- Be quiet!

Police! Let go of her!
Put your hands up.

Drop the case. Drop the case.

Drop the case. Hands in the air.

Carl?

Turn around.
Hands behind your back.

Take him through.

My sister shouldn't be here,
she is wholly innocent.

Keep moving.

You have no legal imperative
to detain her.

Miss, I need you to step out
of the car, please.

She won't get out of the car, Chief.

What's your name?

Where am I?

You're at the Quai des Orfévres,

and what we need to do is
we need to take you inside

and ask you some questions.

Take me home.

I want to go home.

I understand that.

And hopefully,
we will get you home very soon.

Maigret.

Louis.

The neighbours say her brother
keeps her locked in the bedroom.

They haven't seen her for over a year.

Take her home, I'll interview her there.
Don't let her talk to anyone.

Constable Bertinet will show you where.

And I'll talk to her, Maigret.

I know all murders
have to be pushed by you here,

but we can handle this
out at Arpajon. It's clear-cut.

Who's the victim?

That we don't know. There was no wallet
on the body, so no ID.

But he was found in Anderson's car
with a bullet in his head.

So, was Anderson armed?

- Janvier, was he armed?
- He was, Chief.

Well, there we go.

Your name and address, please?

My name is Anderson,
with the given name Carl.

I'm a Danish citizen, residing at
the Three Widows House at Arpajon.

You can remove
your shoelaces and your belt.

- I will not do that.
- Place them in the tray.

I wish to maintain a modicum of dignity,
if that is permissible.

It's all right, Inspector.

Danish?

Can you remove your glasses, please?

Has he asked for consular assistance?

No.

I do not wish to receive
consular assistance.

I am sure that after a brief interview,

you will come to the conclusion that
neither I nor my sister

are responsible for the death of the man
in our garage.

Remove your glasses.

Who's the dead man
in your garage?

I have no idea.

You've never seen him before?

Well, you're essentially asking me
the same question there, aren't you?

No.

Well, if I'd seen him before
I'd have some idea who he was,

and as I've no idea who he is,
I can't have seen him before.

They're both questions concerning
identity. Would you like to rephrase?

Now, you listen to me...

just tell us what happened this morning.

The Michonnet woman arrived
with her overcooked pastries.

She's the neighbour
who raised the alarm.

She works for you?

She provides food, of a description.

For which I pay what I can.

She doesn't really work for me,

but is the type of busy-brained woman
who enjoys being of service.

- And who...
- What time was this?

Usually it's at 8:00.

Unless she's really got her teeth into
the overcooking, when it might be 8:15.

What happened then?

Well, I saw her scurrying out in a flap,
like an alarmed goose,

and when I went to investigate her
concern, I found a dead man in my car.

And how did he get there?

I cannot help you with that.

Is this your gun?

It is.

- Are you a collector?
- I am.

Of sporting firearms, both from
the field and from the gaming table.

Why were you in possession of it
when you were arrested?

I cannot help you with that.

What does that mean?

Well, I think it's quite clear
what it means.

I didn't know it was in my possession.

I believed it to be in Arpajon
with my collection.

When you saw a dead man in your car,

why did you and your sister make a run
for it instead of calling the police?

My sister, Else...

I...

I cannot help you with that.

Hello, this is Inspector La Pointe
of the Police Judiciaire.

Now, I'd like to do a background check
on a Danish national we have in custody.

His name's Carl Anderson.

He's 33 years old.

Yesterday we had supper at 8:00
in my sister's bedroom.

Provided by your neighbour?

I threw together an omelette.

It is not beyond my ability to

provide a little bachelor's supper.

Then I locked my sister's door at 8:30,
and retired to bed myself

Who are you?

Goodness,
haven't you been paying attention?

The Danish embassy say

they have no knowledge of a
Carl Anderson matching your description

who's lived in Arpajon for a year or
any part of France. So...

Who are you?

My name is Anderson, and I reside...

Do you think I won't find out
who you are?

Or I won't contact your family,
and tell them what you've done?

That you keep your sister prisoner?
You've committed murder?

Why do you lock up your sister?

To protect her.

From what?

From it all.

From temptation. Humanity!

From finding dead men in her home!
I protect her from it all!

If you'd like to take a seat,
I'm sure we can make some coffee.

Excuse me, miss?

Excuse me, miss?

Was the Derringer the murder weapon?

It was fired recently,
so it looks likely.

I'll get Moers to run some tests.

There's no need to involve Moers,
it's obviously the same calibre.

- I've already sent Moers to Arpajon.
- When?

I wanted him to see the dead body
before it was moved.

I've already ordered it to be moved.

I stopped that.

There's nothing here that
Grandjean can't handle, is there?

I'd just like to sit with it
through a day or two.

There are some things
I don't understand.

Like what? I understand it.

He hid the body in his car
to get rid of it later.

But why in the front seat
and not the boot?

I don't know, he's an oddball,
he likes being around dead bodies.

Maigret, he was found with the body,
found with the weapon,

and he was trying to do a runner.

And yet that didn't disturb him.

I almost believe him when he says
he can't help us with that.

- He's lying.
- Maybe.

But what did disturb him was when
you mentioned his family and his sister.

I'd like to find out why.

Another day.

A little surprised you weren't
at the funeral this morning, Grandjean.

Didn't you and Dumoulin
work together at the 8th?

We did, yes.

Right.

You should have
been there, Louis.

How did he die?

Alone. He'd been dead three weeks.
There were bottles everywhere.

That's no way to go.

No. No, it isn't.

Who's that?

That must be the husband of the woman
who does the cooking.

Well, I don't envy you
this afternoon, Chief.

Why'S that?

You've got two women
waiting for you inside.

One's barricaded herself in her bedroom,
and the other one won't stop talking.

So I said to him,
"I'll put the coffee on," I said,

but he didn't turn around.

He's a weird man. He has weird ways,
with his blacked-out glasses,

and not wanting to know anyone.
He's very difficult to engage with.

I often feel like
I have to talk for us both

and end up having a conversation
entirely with myself.

Is it usual for you
to put the coffee on?

Yes, but this morning
it was out of paraffin,

so I had to go into the garage
and fetch some.

The paraffin's kept in the garage?

That's right, yes.

And then I went into the garage.

Which I'm not going to do again,
however much you try and force me.

No one's going to try to force you
to do anything.

Moers.

I hope you're not going to ask me
if I know who he is, Maigret.

Clothes are from all over the place.

Suit's English, shirt's French.

What weapon was used?

A small pistol, close range.

You can see the scorch marks on his skin

and that kind of burn means
that the barrel of the gun

would have been less than 2 inches away.

And when was he shot?

From the temperature of his body,
less than 12 hours ago.

So, after midnight,

like all the good murders.

And I found this skull cap
in his pocket.

Was he killed in the car?

Well, there are no
arterial blood stains,

no brain matter spoiling the interior.

So, no.

In the garage?

There's no blood anywhere, so, no.
He was killed somewhere else.

Poor soul.

What are you doing?

If his clothes
are from all over the place,

he might travel for a living.

And the item of clothing you're
most likely to buy near where you live

are your shoes.

Come along.

Oh.

Are they for me?

They are, my darling. From Rouen.

You always bring back something.

I'm such a lucky girl.

Thank you, Richard.

So, have they arrested the Dane?

- Yes.
- And charged him with murder?

It's all right.

I'm here now, you've been so brave.

I have. I have been brave.

All day.

Can I ask you some questions
about last night?

- Yeah.
- What's your name?

Oscar Vitanes.

How late do you stay open, Oscar?

We never close, do we, Jo?

Must be the busiest garage in France.

You get all the fruit trucks
coming up from the country.

Last night, did you see a young man
arrive at the crossroads?

- No.
- Mid-30s? Homburg hat?

Is that the one who's dead?

They're weird over there.

The house is always dark after 9:00.

You hear him sometimes
shooting his guns in his garden.

Not last night.

Hello.

I believe you wish to talk to me.

Does your brother
always leave his guns out,

or does he lock them away?

Aren't you going to ask me
about the events of this morning?

Answer the question, please.

May I have a cigarette?

Yes, of course.

He never locks his firearms away,
he likes them to hand.

Tell me what happened this morning.

A gentleman would light my cigarette.

Will you be a gentleman?

This morning,
my brother came into my room

while I was barely dressed,

and he said there was a body
in the garage and we needed to leave.

Did you know
who the dead man was?

I didn't look.

But I won't know him,

and I'm afraid I won't
be able to tell you

how my brother knew him either.

Was it your brother's suggestion
that you both leave?

Yeah. I suggested we stayed.

I was sure that people would understand

that if he had killed someone
there will be a reason.

So why did you go with him?

We only have each other...

Chief Inspector.

We are all that remains of our family
in Denmark,

and my brother...

My brother has lost our family's money.

It cripples him more
than the loss of his eye.

How did he lose his eye?

In a flying accident.

There was a fire in his cockpit

and by the time he could bail out,
it had destroyed his eye.

- When was this?
- Three years ago.

Are you going to ask me
another question,

or can I go back to bed?

What does he do for money now?

He designs fabric
for Dumas et Fils in Paris.

Is Anderson your real name?

Else?

It is.

Don't be frightened of your brother.

I am frightened of him.

There is madness in our family.

Our grandfather killed himself,

but only after he had killed others.

The Chief wants you
to check on Anderson.

Sure, I'll ring down
to the custody cells.

No, he wants you to go.

He wants you to take away his shoelaces
and his tie.

He wants you to sit outside the cell
and wait until he gets back.

He's not gonna top himself.

Not if you're there, he won't.

Go!

Can you keep trying the police
in Antwerp?

See if they know of any Jewish
businessmen fitting his description.

Oh, what have you got?

Guard! Guard! Keys! Quickly! Guard!

Come on!

Okay -

I've got you, get the belt. Hurry up!

Untie the belt! The belt!

Hurry UP!

I've got him, I've got him.

He's all right. Get him down!
Get him down!

Why did you try
and kill yourself?

If I'm in here, I cannot protect her.

And I'm in here for good now, aren't I?

If you help me, I can help you.

How can I help you?

By being honest.

A dead man is found in my car,
I am found with the gun.

I do not know how this happened.

I am being honest with you,
Chief Inspector,

and it is not helping.

What is your name?

My grandfather told me once

one of the most regressive steps
taken by society in his life

had been the growing authority
of the police.

He said that now any ill-bred man could
stand in a gentleman's drawing room

and doubt his word.

He said the first time
his father was visited by a policeman,

he had him kicked off the estate.

What is the name of your family estate?

You are a gentleman from a small
well-bred section of Danish society.

Your injuries make you
instantly recognisable.

It's just a matter of time
before I discover your name.

What does it feel like
to be so disfigured?

When I bailed out of that plane

I thought I was dying,

and I thought I deserved to die.
And yet...

I found myself praying to God,

calling to him,
for the first time in my life,

that if I lived I would do good.

My life would not be pointless any more,
I would do good in the world.

Chief.

The police in Antwerp knew immediately
who our dead man was.

His name's Isaac Goldberg.

You see, they knew about some diamonds

from a big robbery in London
passing through,

and they suspected him
of fencing the stones.

Do you know a jeweller from Antwerp
called Isaac Goldberg?

No.

If they'd let him top himself,
they would have done the world a favour.

That's right.

- They're releasing him.
- What?

Hey!

Hey! No!

Stop! Wait! Hey!

Hey!

So, we've got Goldberg's car
passing into France

through border control at 10:00
last night.

Which means that if he was shot
in the early hours of the morning

he must have driven straight to Arpajon.

It's a blue Renault, registration P3016,

and we need to find it.

The Belgian police say that the diamonds
aren't at Goldberg's place,

which means he must have come to Arpajon
to sell them on.

And as they weren't on Anderson
when we picked him up,

either Anderson hasn't got them
or he has yet to shift them.

So I want him watched
every second of the day and night.

Why have you let Anderson go?

Because I don't believe that he is of
any use to us locked in a cell.

- Why the hell not?
- If you would let me finish.

And because outside
we can put him under observation.

And if he's guilty, he may lead us
to the diamonds and incriminate himself.

Of course, he's bloody guilty!

He was found
with the murder weapon on him!

- The gun may have been planted on him.
- If you would let me finish!

He was doing a runner,

he tried to cheat justice
by killing himself,

and he was keeping the body
in his bloody car!

We don't know
if it was he who put it there.

Somebody may have set him up.

If he's guilty, he'll have
Goldberg's diamonds somewhere,

and when he moves them
we will be watching.

You always think you're right,
don't you, Maigret?

Always, down the yea rs.

But I am not one of your
bloody pit-ponies any more.

This is my investigation.
I should have been consulted,

and I did not want
that suspect released!

I think differently.

And you are not
the head of this investigation.

Okay, she's good to go. Move along.

Richard, the police
have let the Dane go.

What?

Go and find out why.

I can't ask him that.

You can, darling.
No one'll think it odd.

See if they're charging anyone else.

Is that you?

They let you go?

Yes.

What did you tell them?

The truth.

The truth?

Well, not all of it, of course.

But they will be keeping us
under observation, I'm sure.

So we must be above suspicion.

I was afraid I'd never see you again.

I thought if they let you go,
you might have continued running.

I only lost faith when I thought that...

That they weren't going to let me go.

I would never run without you.

Hello?

Is it all right to come in?

I'm sorry, I didn't know you were back,

I would have brought two plates.

Have they found out
who the man in the garage was?

I believe they have, yes.

If you would...

Leave the supper in the dining room,
thank you.

And have they found out
who the murderer is?

Because I think I might find it
difficult to sleep tonight

if you're still at large...

Or if the person who killed him
is still at large.

Sorry.

I've just apologised to your detectives
for my outburst.

And I owe you an apology, too.

I guess out at Arpajon
I'm used to getting my own way.

I should first have informed you
of my decision.

I suppose it's only old mates
who can shout at each other

and it not mean anything.

Listen, erm...

Claire's coming up to Paris tonight,
she's doing some shopping.

Would you and Louise
care to join us for dinner?

I'm sure she'd love to see you both.

We've got men watching out at Arpajon.

I'm trying to make peace here, Maigret.

Thank you, Louis. That would be nice.

How lovely to see you.

How long has it been?

Sixteen years.

We were just talking about it
in the taxi.

Well, it must be,
the girls have long since left home.

- How are you?
- I'm fine.

Sir. Madam.

Thank you.

And how are you, Maigret?

We were very sorry to hear
about Claude Dumoulin.

Well, thank you, Claire,

but I'm well.

Maigret said there was hardly anyone
at Claude's funeral.

Well, I know the wives
shouldn't get involved...

Then don't!

- How did he die?
- He died alone.

That's sad.

I remember when the four of us used to
go out dancing with the Dumoulins.

Do you remember those days?

I've chosen to forget my dancing years.
And yours, Maigret.

And you and Juliet
used to come to my mother's apartment

- and we'd get dressed up together.
- That's right.

And then we'd go to that little bar

and wait for them to finish training,
do you remember?

Oh, I miss Paris.

Do you come to Paris a lot?

Yes, it's my fix.

I need one shopping day every two months
or I'd go mad out there.

Madam?

Oh, thanks.

"And he said,
the younger son said to his father,

"'Give me the portion of goods
that falls to me.'

"And he divided unto them his living."

I hope she stays there all night.

"And not many days after

"the younger son took his journey
into a far country,

"and there wasted his substance
with riotous living."

I wonder what he's reading to her.

Bedtime stories?

Why don't you go round the back
to watch? See if he sneaks out there.

Are you not enjoying my company?

I've had worse.

There you are.
I'll take the 12-year-old whisky.

So, what are you thinking?

About the paraffin stove,

and why someone had poured
the paraffin down the sink.

Had they?

I could smell it.

Are you certain?

I think someone was making sure

that that Michonnet woman
went into the garage this morning.

Has it started yet, Jojo?

- Evening, Richard.
- Evening.

- Jo Jo.
- Evening.

Is everything all right?

Are you still my friend, Louise?

Yes, of course.

I think he's going to divorce me.

What makes you say that?

I think he's got a woman in Paris,
and I know...

I know he's had them before,

but this one's different.

Do you know who it is?

I don't know.

Well, how is it different?

It sounds silly, but...

It's just different.

Often when he's had woman before,

he's been more loving to me at home
because he's happy.

But he's just getting colder and colder,
like he's preparing to leave.

Oh, Claire.

And I can put up
with the affairs, Louise, but...

I couldn't stand being discarded,
I couldn't stand being pitied.

I'm sure it's nothing serious.

This cheque came back from
the bank because he hadn't dated it.

It's for a place called Chez Mireille.

It's for such a lot.

I was going to go there
yesterday, but I...

I couldn't face it.

I stayed in the hotel all day.

I didn't want to see her.

But would you?

Would you find out
if he's keeping someone there?

Oh, Claire,
I don't think I should get involved.

- Please!
- I think you should talk to Louis and...

Please, would you find out for me?

It's Jo Jo, right?

Inspector Janvier, we met this morning.

Yeah.

A dozen men have gone in this garage
in the past 10 minutes.

What's going on?

Jojo? Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

It's all right. It's all right.
Calm down. It's all right.

- Something's going on inside.
- I know.

You know the rules, boys.

Just let us in.

Everything's all right, lads.
Carry on.

All right, who's gonna take my bet
against the guy in the vest?

- Five to four against.
- You're on, Richard.

This is illegal.

This is an unregulated fight.

So? Arrest everyone? Lock them up?

Come on, Janvier.
All looks pretty harmless to me.

Thierry, five to four.

You're on.

You seem to know everyone.

I like to keep an eye on things.

Had enough? That's it.

- Take it, give it back to me outside.
- There you are.

Make him think
you're not gonna tell our chiefs.

Doesn't seem like your kind of scene.

It isn't.

But I'm always up
by the end of the evening,

because these lads
just bet on their mates.

Claire thinks
Louis is going to divorce her.

She thinks, or she knows?

Has he said anything
to you about a woman?

She's asked me to check an address
where she thinks he's keeping her.

I don't think you should get involved.

She has asked me.

There have been women before
in their marriage,

and she's managed
to come to terms with it.

She doesn't want to come to terms
with it, she wants him not to leave her.

Sometimes I think you don't know what
it's like being married to a policeman.

We have to come to terms with

sharing you with all the bad things
happening in Paris,

let alone Louis' other women
or Claude's drinking.

Juliet Dumoulin would say how she...

She hated spending
every evening not knowing

whether Claude would come home,

or in what state he'd come home.
She felt like a prisoner.

Do you?

I know you're not like those men,

but I do worry that
one day you won't come back alive.

That I'll lose you to the job.

I should answer that.

Maigret.

Chief, Rolland and I have
spent the evening going through

old Danish newspaper clippings
with a Danish dictionary,

and we found reports
of a light aircraft accident

that happened
three and a half years ago.

It appears in the Dagbladet

with the headline
"Man Braendt I Flystyrt."

La Pointe.

- Sorry, erm...
- Did you find out Anderson's real name?

I did, yes.

- And you won't believe it.
- I might.

Anyway, his father's coming in tomorrow.

My son's name is Sievens.

With the given name Carl.

My daughter's name is Else.

And when is the last time you were
in contact with them, Ambassador?

They are the youngest of my family,

close from an early age.

And there was always
something wild about them.

Illicit relationships.

Playboy lifestyles.

My son grew up with no sense of duty,

to his family or his country.

Your children
are much changed now.

Your son is very religious
and keeps your...

My son is a vain
and reckless young man, Comeliau,

who brought disgrace on us.

So...

Five years ago
I decided to cut them adrift,

both of them.

I stopped their access
to the family trusts

and forbade them to use our name.

Did you contact him since his accident?

I read about the accident.

My eldest son contacted him then

and observed his religious conversion,
but I think it is nothing but an act.

When fruit is rotten
it cannot ripen again.

I came here because it was my duty
to inform you of his identity,

and I trust that you will not
release his name to the press

or his link to me.

Ambassador, your son is a suspect in
the murder of a Belgian citizen.

Do you know if he has any
connections with that country?

I don't know anything about
my son's connections.

Nothing.

And I don't wish to know. Ever.

I'd rather not tell Anderson
that we know his real name.

- Why not?
- Because if he is guilty

I want him to think
we're not getting anywhere.

It'll make him confident,
and he might make a mistake.

So what do we do?

Find out if Anderson really
was the contact

that Goldberg was meeting
at the crossroads.

Where is she?

Sarah Goldberg?

I believe you have
my husband's body here.

I wish to see it.

- Anything happen last night?
- No.

He gave her a good read of the Bible
and they went to bed.

Last night the garage
hosted some bare-knuckle fighting.

Bertinet's on the take there
and tried to give me a donation

so that Grandjean didn't find out.

The neighbour,

Michonnet, was there.

- Maigret's found out who Anderson is.
- Okay.

Go home, get some rest,
but sleep by your phone.

I want to be in on any arrest.

It's open.

Good morning.

I was just coming to inform your spies

that I have to drive to Paris
this morning.

I thought that if they saw me
drive off without a word

it would be deemed suspicious.

Why do you need to go to Paris?

Today is the 15th of the month,

the day I deliver my samples
to Dumas et Fils.

The day I get my salary.

- I hope that is permissible.
- Of course.

But I have a warrant
to search your house.

I thought you might wish to be present
while the search is conducted.

I'm afraid I have to go to Paris.

And we'll be searching your
sister's room, so we'll need the key.

Of course.

Follow him.

Are you not worried

that my brother will use
his trip to Paris to run?

No.

What makes you so confident?

Because I believed him when he said
he didn't know Isaac Goldberg.

Was that his name?

Aren't you going to ask me
if I knew him?

Did you?

No.

You may go back to your search now,
Chief Inspector Maigret.

Carl believes that
if he reads the Bible to me

I will sleep the peace of the righteous.

But I often need a little help.

DON'T you?

You seem a sad man.

Tell me why you're so sad.

A man I knew died last week.

He was a good and honest man.

But he died alone.

Unloved?

Forgotten.

By those who had loved him.

And is that what you fear?

No.

Don't be ashamed.

All men seek comfort.

All men want to be significant.
I know that.

It's what unites you all.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey!

I tried to get you
to walk away from this one,

but you were greedy.

You said the more we had,
the better our new life would be.

Oh, Isaac.

Where were you going?

America.

Don't judge him.
His was a victimless crime.

People with those kind of jewels
are always insured to the hilt.

There's no such thing
as a victimless crime.

When you have been through
what we went through in the war,

then you'll know a real crime
when you see one.

I wish to see where he died.

Do you know who your husband
travelled to Arpajon to meet?

Yes.

- And I want them to suffer for it.
- Them?

Was there more than one?

I want to say a prayer
for my husband where he died.

And then I'll tell you
who he was there to meet.

What are you doing?

I realised you hadn't eaten all day,

and your brother said
you liked omelettes.

My brother makes terrible omelettes.

Did your brother know Isaac Goldberg?

If your brother's not here,
there's no reason to be afraid.

We spent time in Antwerp
after his accident.

That jeweller was one of his associates.

Did you meet him?

Me? No.

I was under lock and key
at the boarding house.

But Carl would sometimes tell me
who he met.

And Goldberg was someone who could
sell things on, like my rings.

Who else did your brother know?

I don't know everyone,
but he did tell of Goldberg.

And his wife?

She's on her way here now
to tell us what she knows.

If you know more, Else,
you should tell me before she gets here.

I don't know what my brother was doing.

Oh.

Here.

If he doesn't return,
will you stay with me tonight?

I haven't been alone at night
for so long.

Will you lock me in and protect me?

What's he doing back?

- What happened?
- I got run off the road.

Where's Anderson?

I lost him. I'm sorry.

You need to get that looked at.
Who ran you off the road?

I didn't see.

Get hold of Dumas et Fils
and see where Anderson is,

and get every highway unit
looking out for his car.

- Can I help?
- We'll clean him up.

So you didn't see
who ran you off the road?

No!

About an hour before
she gets here, Chief.

Be quiet.
Tilt your head back, it'll help.

Why is that gonna help?

It's what my mum used to say.

Oh, she was a doctor,
was she? Ow!

Put some... just put some pressure
on it, stop whinging.

If Anderson's managed
to get across the border into Belgium,

we'll never find him.

It's obvious he knows his way
around the underworld there.

Hello? Maigret's.

It's me.

Hello, you.

Are you gonna be home later?

I hope so.

I hope this will be wrapped up tonight.

Are you still thinking
of Claude Dumoulin?

How did you know that?

Because I know you.

Are you smiling?

So, is Louis going to leave Claire
for his mistress?

How do you know I checked that?

Because I know you.

Chez Mireille doesn't keep rooms.

But Louis rents a function room there
every Tuesday,

so I told Claire
she's got nothing to worry about.

Why does he rent
a function room?

Poker. And the barman says
there are girls there sometimes.

But it's just Louis
meeting up with old friends.

I never was one for poker.

No. But I think
you'd be very good at it.

I will see you later.

Bye.

What does Michonnet do for a living?

He's a salesman for...

Actually, erm, I don't know what for.

Oscar, what does Michonnet do?

He sells bed linen to hotels.

He travels all over France.

If he moved house,
I wouldn't sell half the petrol.

- Oh, you're late.
- Yes.

What's going on?
Why are the police hanging around?

The wife of the man who was shot

is arriving to tell Maigret
who he came here to meet.

- How do you know that?
- Jo Jo told me.

The police have been here all day
searching through the Dane's house

and they even came
and asked me some questions,

but I'm not sure
I said anything very useful.

They kept asking about the paraffin

and that horrid little stove
the Danes have got.

Here they are.

Do you want to talk to her inside?

Yes.

Gun!

Get down, everyone!

Stay down!

Somebody get help!

It came from there!

- Grandjean, lights!
- Direct the headlights!

Chief!
Chief, are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

- Where are the headlights?
- Grandjean!

Not on us!

Louis!

Over there!

Move the lights over there!

Stop or I'll shoot!

Give me your gun! Give me your gun!

I want a lawyer, Grandjean.

Put him over there!

Get me a lawyer now!

Chief...

Michonnet's revolver
has not been fired. Look.

Her wounds are those of
a sniper's rifle, a hunter's rifle.

Get back out there
and see what you can find.

All right.

Get your hands off me!

You murdering little worm!

- I didn't kill anyone.
- Scum!

Keep him away from me!

- Only the lowest scum kill women!
- Keep him away from me!

- Louis!
- It wasn't me!

- I didn't kill her!
- Get them out of here.

Out you go.

There was someone else out on the field.

- Who?
- I didn't see his face.

I heard the shots
and then I heard footsteps running.

In which direction?

I don't know, because you came running,

and suddenly I just found myself
trying to get home.

Why were you out in the orchard
with a gun?

- Because".
- Because he wanted to kill her

like he killed that jew!

Because he didn't want her to talk!

I didn't kill anyone.

The gun has not been fired, Louis!

His gun has not been fired.

Why were you out in the orchard
with a gun?

I wanna see a lawyer, Maigret.

I wanna see a lawyer now
before I say any more.

Richard?
What happened?

- Here.
- Where was it?

Roughly 30 metres
from where we caught him.

Where are they taking him?

That's Anderson's.
I looked at it this morning.

I'm sorry, my darling.

- Why? Why are you sorry?
- I'm so sorry.

Go see if it's missing
from his collection.

- Chief.
- Has that been fired?

You're not involved in any of this.

Move aside, please, madam.
Move aside, please.

- No! No, you have made a mistake!
- Move aside, please, madam.

I'm sure you're
not involved in any of this!

- I'm sorry, my darling.
- No!

- Watch it!
- No!

Richard! Richard! Richard!

My Richard!

Richard!

The rifle is from
Anderson's personal collection.

We found two casings in the orchard.

I'm think the coroner will confirm it
as the murder weapon.

So Michonnet must have stolen it

when he heard
Sarah Goldberg was on her way.

He said there was someone else
out in the orchard.

- Well, he would, wouldn't he?
- Anderson?

Anderson's long gone
with his pockets full of diamonds,

we won't be seeing him again.

His car's been found
near the Belgian border.

And I don't wanna
criticise you, Maigret,

but it was a mistake
to let him out of custody.

So, we're saying Michonnet and Anderson
were working together?

Yes, they must have been.
They lured Goldberg to the crossroads,

they killed him, they were gonna
dispose of the body later,

the wife found it and raised the alarm.

Since then, they've been running away
or covering their tracks.

Is that what you think?

- Yes.
- All right.

Get the paperwork together
for the morning.

Let's put a lid on this.

Can you handle this, Louis?
I should be getting home.

Yes, of course.

And thank you for all the help.

It was great to have the old team
back together again.

Right, who's got the witness statement
from the mechanic?

That was me.

- Oh, you're back.
- I didn't want to wake you.

I didn't want to go to bed
until you came home.

Was it all right?

No, it wasn't.

Are you expecting company
or are you thirsty?

Chief.

Come on in,
straight through to the left.

- Evening.
- Good evening.

Oh, Janvier, LaPointe.
Oh, please come in.

- Well, I'll say goodnight then.
- Oh, no, please stay.

Please.

What is it, Chief?

What's the main reason
that people get angry?

Because they get frightened.

And Grandjean has got frightened twice
in the last two days.

Once when you released Anderson,

and once when Michonnet
was about to talk.

So what's he so frightened of?

You think he's involved?

Ten years ago, when he left the 8th,

there were rumours about why Claude
Dumoulin got him moved out of Paris.

That he was on the take?

They were just rumours,
I never really knew.

But now he and Claire
are having holidays in Nice.

- We can't afford that.
- No.

Even if he is on the take,

like with the boxing going on,

something like this, Chief?

Well, maybe he's got greedy.

Maybe he has.

Because if Michonnet told the truth

that there was someone else out there
in the field tonight,

who could it have been?

Who wasn't there with us?

Grandjean's constable. Bertinet.

Wait, so was Michonnet involved at all?

I think he was.

Because the day after Goldberg's murder

he came home in a taxi.

Now, he's a salesman.

He travels for a living,

so why didn't he take his own car?

Because he was driving Goldberg's car
and he was gonna sell it on.

And to sell it on
he'd have to disguise it,

and Oscar Vitanes

has a paint shop
in the back of his garage.

So, you think that
all four are involved?

Every Tuesday night
for the past two yea rs,

Louis's been coming up to town
for a poker night.

That's right.

So what if the four men
who play poker at Chez Mireille

and hire in girls are Grandjean,

his constable,

Michonnet,

and the garage mechanic, Oscar.

Not Anderson?

I think they set him up.

I think they planted the body in his car

and made sure that Michonnet's wife
raised the alarm.

Tomorrow morning,
do a full check on Oscar Vitanes.

Yes, Chief.

Try and find out where Michonnet went
the day after Goldberg's murder,

and if he was driving Goldberg's car.

I'm going to Antwerp.

Could I ask you if you recognise
any of the people in these photographs?

- No.
- Are you sure?

No, nothing.

Have you ever
seen this man before?

Sure?

Have you ever seen that man before?

I'll pay for good information.

Who am I trying to recognise here?

Richard Michonnet.

He's not looking very well.

Have you seen him round here?

Asking about Goldberg?

No.

Louis Grandjean.

Never seen him,

and if I did I'd cross the road.

I can spot a policeman a mile off.

Is that it?

No, one more.

No.

His name's Anderson.

He hasn't been around for about a year.

He turned up for a bit
and was a religious pain in the arse,

if you know what I mean.

He tried to save fallen women.

He would stand on a soap box
in the street

and preach to thieves about how they
should hand back what they'd stolen.

He's an idiot.

What about his sister?

That's not his sister.

His sister died.

Oscar Vitanes was known to the 8th.

He's a former boxer
who got into burglary.

Grandjean personally arrested him
on three occasions.

When he got sent to Arpajon,
I reckon he set Oscar up...

Talk to him, you tell him.

Chief, I reckon Grandjean moved Oscar
into the garage,

and they use it as a front
to shift on the stolen goods.

Using the fruit trucks.

Yeah, it would be easy,
they pass through there every day.

Here.

Michonnet shifted some of
the high end stuff through the hotels.

He was known to have a briefcase
displaying rings and necklaces.

And then a bellboy in Rouen said that
he was driving a red Renault,

the same make as Goldberg's,
the day after he was murdered.

What do you wanna do, Chief?

Somebody's still got the diamonds.

Yeah.

When are you back?

I'm going straight to Arpajon.

Anderson's sister died of pneumonia
two years ago.

The woman he keeps locked up
is a prostitute called Emma Brandt.

They are husband and wife.

My contact says that she knew Goldberg,
she knew everyone.

She's the link between
Arpajon and Goldberg.

Are you working tonight?

Well, it's Tuesday, isn't it?
I'm always on.

I thought after all the work
you'd been doing at the Quai,

you might have a break.

If only.

What time will you be back?

I wouldn't wait up.

All right, Bobby?
See you later, Jo.

Yeah.

Keep an eye on things, Jo.

All set.

You and Oscar have a nice business here.

Yeah.

Just one thing puzzles me, Jojo.

Why so many trucks need new spare tyres.

Every time I've come here,
you or Oscar are taking an old spare off

and putting a new spare on.

Would you mind if I opened one up?

Tell me everything, Jojo,

and I will explain to the judge
that you've been co-operative.

Oscar will hurt me again.

I'll make sure that he doesn't.

He and Grandjean were doing all right
till she came here.

Else?

She'd give her brother a sleeping drug
and come over.

She talked them
into spending nights out in Paris,

said she was dying of boredom
over there.

Grandjean would've done
anything for her.

Was it Else 's idea to try
to get the diamonds out of Antwerp?

She talked them into
going for it.

Said it would cost them
half a million to get them.

But they didn't have
half a million, did they?

I said to Oscar, "Don't get involved,
it's murder," but she...

She said that...

That they could pin it on Anderson.

Yeah.

She said if he was arrested for murder,
he'd definitely kill himself.

Couldn't bear the shame.

She said they'd get the diamonds
and she could be rid of him.

Who killed Isaac Goldberg?

The man she promised to shack up with.

Grandjean.

They'd dump him in Anderson's car,

get the Michonnet woman to discover him

and Else would convince him
they had to run.

They said Anderson
would look as guilty as hell.

Hello?

Hello? Who is it?

Carl?

Carl.

What happened to you?

He tried to kill me.

- Who did?
- Bertinet. That policeman.

I've come to protect you.

Where were you going?

- Nowhere.
- But...

Your suitcase...

Were you leaving
because I wasn't coming back?

I love you.

And God loves you.

He will always be watching over you.

Emma!

Emma!

There's a few extra each
now that Michonnet's gone.

Is this the end then?

Do what you like
with the garage. I don't care.

By the time you wake up in the morning,
me and the girl will be long gone.

Where are you going?

As if I'm gonna tell you.

If I were you, I'd get out of here, too.

See you around, lads.

Go after him.

Hey, you, stop!
Stop or I'll shoot.

Thierry Bertinet.

I am arresting you for murder,
conspiracy to murder...

Don't be silly, don't be silly.
Don't be silly.

Coming to the station just now,

I felt free for the first time in

decades.

Free of the job

and free of Claire.

Where were you going?

She said she'd marry me
if I took her to Monte-Carlo.

Surely you knew
what kind of woman she was, Louis.

She loves me. We'd have been all right.

And even if she doesn't love me,

anything would be better
than going home again.

How did you get to hate Claire so much?

I don't need your psychology, Maigret.

You and Dumoulin, you should
have been priests, not policemen.

But you're just a couple of mugs.

You keep Louise
in that little place you've got,

while others are lining their pockets.

Anderson's just like you.

He thought he was doing some good in the
world by getting Emma off the streets,

but he was just her ticket
out of Antwerp. What a mug!

And what are you,
apart from her ticket out of Arpajon?

You never could read people,
could you, Louis?

- Has he talked about what happened?
- Mmm-hmm.

He said Bertinet stopped him
on the road to Paris

and left him for dead.

He must have struggled about
20 kilometres back to the crossroads.

- Is he awake?
- Mmm-hmm.

He keeps asking for his Bible.

Carl?

There's someone here to see you.

No, don't... Don't get up.

Is it her?

No.

Can you get a message to her?
Tell her...

Tell her to continue with the Bible
while she's in prison.

There will be more joy in heaven
over one sinner that repents.

I'll tell her.

And tell her I'll wait for her.

However long.

I think it'll be all right.

Carl's heart stopped
on the way to the hospital.

Is he dead?

No.

He seems determined to live.

Why?

For the same reason that he struggled
back to you with a bullet in him.

Because he wants to protect you.

He asked me to pass on a message.

I don't want to know.

He said however long your sentence,
he will wait for you.

I don't want to know.

When we found Michonnet
in the orchard with a gun,

he was coming to kill you, wasn't he?

You'd arranged the deal with Goldberg,

and he couldn't risk
Sarah Goldberg identifying you

and then you implicating him.

I liked Michonnet.

He didn't want to protect me,
or kiss me, or own me.

He just saw a scheme
where he could make some money.

Men aren't usually
that honest with themselves.

You're a fantasy,
or a path to redemption,

or a way they can escape their life.

You saw Carl and Louis
as ways of escape.

Yes.

And there was a moment when I thought

you might be a ticket
worth buying as well.

But no.

No.

Maybe all men want to trap you
in the end.

And I was sick of that.

I don't think Carl wanted to trap you.

I think he loves you,

and in his strange way he felt
by saving you from the streets

he was also saving himself.

He's a damaged man,

but he's a good man,

and he's your husband.

Will you see him?

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