♪ ♪ LUCAS: She's been missing three days-- we don't have a single lead.

♪ ♪ The girl you cannot find.

MOREAU: Fumal has been receiving death threats.

I would like you to investigate them.

He's a vile human being.

SOPHIE: He gets away with blackmail.

What do you want me to do?

Stop him.

MAIGRET: He sent himself the death threats.

I'm withdrawing my team from your case.

LUCAS (on phone): Boss, the police were called to Fumal's house an hour ago.

(gun cocks, fires) He's been shot.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sirens wailing, people talking in background) ♪ ♪ Who called it in?

Victor Ricou.

♪ ♪ LUCAS: I'm sorry, boss.

Can you get Victor?

(police radios running in distance) (camera shutter clicking) When did you find him?

I got up at 4:30, like I usually do, to take him his coffee.

But his bed wasn't slept in.

So, I checked the office, and... Was the safe closed?

Yes.

When did you last see him alive?

About 11:00 last night.

When I let Roger Gaillardin in.

Gaillardin came here?

He turned up, demanded a meeting.

Did you show him out afterwards?

No.

Monsieur Fumal said I could go to bed.

So I did.

♪ ♪ Is Madame Fumal awake?

NOEMI: No.

She always takes a pill.

At least three gunshots, and none of you heard anything?

(footsteps approaching) (police radios continue) Get the team here.

Mm-hmm.

Call the pathologist, check CCTV, get Moers to open the safe.

They're to stay in their rooms until they've been searched and statements taken.

Put an officer outside each room.

Take their phones.

Tell Torrence to find out where Gaillardin is.

Then call me.

Where are you going?

I've got a doctor's appointment.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (knock at door) (door opens) MAIGRET: Sweetheart.

Mm?

I'm sorry you had to get here on your own.

(door closes) I'm not an invalid.

Everything all right?

Yeah, everything's fine.

(door closes) KLEIN: Morning, morning.

Are we ready?

We're ready.

Now, this might be a bit chilly.

(gel squeezing) Let's see how baby's doing.

(switch clicks) (ultrasound wand moving) (silence) (wand moving) (silence) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Do you want one?

No, I'll share yours.

(TV playing in background) We will try again, of course.

No.

It's too much.

The injections, the hormone changes, everything.

We're fine as we are.

More than fine.

I know.

But we will try again.

(TV continues) REPORTER (on television): Shocking news has just come in.

Retail billionaire Ferdinand Fumal has been found dead in his luxury home... Not Fumal?

...on Rue de Courcelles.

We hear that police... MAIGRET: Yes.

...were called to the house early this morning... Killed last night.

...after reports of gunshots... (phone buzzing, TV continues) Go.

(phone continues) I'll be fine.

(phone continues) Go, love.

Do what you do.

(phone continues) (phone continues) (phone stops) Prosector Kernavel.

(shutters clicking) Police have confirmed that Ferdinand Fumal died of gunshot wounds in his home... (shutters clicking) (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ You said Fumal was only in danger in his imagination.

Did he imagine this?

No.

I trusted you.

You came highly recommended.

I'm not responsible for other people's recommendations.

(sighs): So you're not responsible for Fumal's death?

For that, I am responsible.

I withdrew my team, he's dead.

Any idea who did it?

No.

Roger Gaillardin was the last person to see Fumal last night.

He would kill Fumal just because he was trying to take over his business?

This was on Fumal's desk.

Report into an accident on the Côte d'Azur 30 years ago.

A boy on a motorbike was killed, Gaillardin driving the car that killed him.

It was hushed up.

30 years ago?

And Fumal found this out?

Like I said, he collects secrets.

Now, Gaillardin didn't go home last night, and his wife says his handgun is missing.

Now, my detectives are already at his office, so, if you'll excuse me.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) He's in his office, boss.

Door's locked and he's not answering his phone.

And he's got a gun on his desk.

Come this way, you can see in.

♪ ♪ (door closes) ♪ ♪ JANVIER: Boss.

Gaillardin's secretary said he had a call with his board last night.

They said Fumal had been threatening to release information that would destroy Gaillardin and wreck the company's share price.

They told him if he didn't resign, they'd remove him.

TORRENCE: Boss?

Right.

I'll speak to Gaillardin, to distract him, if nothing else.

Torrence, call a negotiator.

Janvier, come with me.

Ask them to stay in their offices, doors closed.

JANVIER: Okay, I need you guys to clear the corridors.

♪ ♪ MAIGRET: Monsieur Gaillardin?

It's Maigret.

Will you let me come in?

GAILLARDIN: Please go away.

Well, I can't go away.

But if you won't let me in, will you at least talk to me?

I know what Fumal had on you.

The accident.

The boy on the bike.

How your family covered it up.

I hear Fumal is dead.

Yes.

He's dead.

And what happened will come out, but people will understand.

Will the parents of the boy I killed understand?

When they learn how a rich family just covered up a murder?

My job is to understand, not judge.

I went there to kill him.

And he flaunted my past in my face.

He gloated.

I felt the gun in my pocket.

I felt the handle and the trigger.

And I wasn't brave.

Just like 30 years ago.

When I hid from blame.

At least I didn't have to hide from the guilt.

Do you think that will count in my favor?

Gaillardin, please keep talking to me.

I am talking to you.

I've finally decided to be brave.

(gun cocks) Don't!

Gaillardin!

(gun fires) (Maigret grunts) (people exclaiming, yelping) (people exclaiming, yelling in background) ♪ ♪ JANVIER: Detective Janvier.

Need an ambulance at Gaillardin and Co.

♪ ♪ LUCAS: So he's not a suspect, but he went to Fumal's house with a gun.

He said he didn't use it and I believe him.

Ballistics will prove me right or wrong.

So far, I've just been wrong.

When I spoke to Madame Fumal, there were two glasses on her breakfast tray.

Half of the cigarettes in her ashtray had lipstick on them, half didn't.

Fumal later told me she had a gentleman friend.

I didn't follow up.

Torrence, follow up.

You mean... I mean find him.

Fumal, he had a mistress.

He wouldn't tell me who she was.

I didn't follow up.

No, you asked me to.

Her name is Martine Gilloux, and she's willing to talk to us.

Celine, Felix-- they're lovers.

Fumal said they'd been stealing from him for years.

Cavre, speak to them both separately.

Look for inconsistencies.

Yeah.

Lies.

House is full of lies.

Victor, the bodyguard, what's his lie?

Boss.

Development in the Layla case.

Police in Aulnay-du-Bois say there's a mob outside Marcus Desailly's parents' house, accusing them of hiding him.

Marcus.

As in Layla and Marcus?

Both been missing for four days.

Yeah-- Janvier and Lapointe, get out there.

I need you to take the lead on this.

Interview Marcus's parents.

Actually, Maigret, maybe I should go with Lapointe.

Janvier can handle these two.

What?

We're the ones who ID'd Marcus.

We should interview his parents.

You need a certain level of experience to see... What are you talking about, level of experience?

Well, it's self-evident what I'm talking about, isn't it?

Yeah, enough.

Interview Celine and Felix, then interview Victor.

Janvier and Lapointe, interview Marcus's parents.

We will interview Martine Gilloux.

♪ ♪ LUCAS: Martine Gilloux?

I'm Sergeant Lucas, this is Chief Inspector Maigret, Police Judiciaire.

Hello.

You wanted to talk about Ferdinand Fumal.

I hear he's dead.

Killed last night-- where were you?

I was at home, in my apartment.

There's CCTV on the front and back entrances, so you can see I didn't go out.

When did you meet Fumal?

About six months ago.

I'm an escort, and he hired me for the night.

Did you sleep with him?

It was included in the price, but no.

And he was embarrassed about his body.

He said he was laughed at as a kid.

Nicknames.

Fatty Fumal.

Oink-Oink.

Eventually we did have sex, and it was fine.

But he was happier talking.

Did he talk about anyone who may want to harm him?

He said everyone either hated him or looked down their noses at him.

Okay, what about his wife?

Definitely hated him.

He said he would have liked children, but she found him so repulsive that he gave up trying.

Did you ever go to Rue de Courcelles?

No.

He said it was like living in a glass house, everyone always watching.

He talked about escaping to the country, buying the place he grew up in.

Saint-something?

But I don't think he could ever have escaped.

And he didn't.

You liked him.

I was a transaction.

He didn't make silly promises: "Come to the country, live in my big house, be my wife."

He was honest.

But he could be generous, and kind, so yes, I did like him.

I'm sad he's dead, and I'm sorry his last few months were full of fear.

I'm even more sorry that when he asked for help, help didn't come.

♪ ♪ Well, thank you for talking to us.

We may need to talk to you again.

(siren wailing in distance) You said he couldn't have escaped.

Why?

Why did he need to keep going?

Because, Jules Maigret, he needed to show the people who despised him they were wrong.

That he was better than them.

(phone ringing) LUCAS: Lucas.

Boss?

Torrence has got something on Madame Fumal.

Okay.

♪ ♪ TORRENCE: So, stairs lead up to the back garden, there's a low wall behind the pool house, and easy access onto the street.

Plus, this door doesn't have a camera on it.

Was the key in the lock?

The key was in Madame Fumal's underwear drawer, which is also her drinks cabinet.

Okay, so she comes down, lets whoever it is in.

How do they get back to her room without being seen?

This way leads through the boiler room to the service lift.

(elevator bell dings) And the service lift leads to... ...Madame Fumal's dressing room.

LUCAS (sighs): So this person can get into and out of the house without ever being seen.

Did Madame Fumal tell you who it is?

Madame Fumal can't even tell what day it is.

♪ ♪ Who is he?

Who is who?

The man who shares your food, your drink, your cigarettes.

Who shares your room.

Sit down, Chief Inspector.

Mm, have a drink.

You like a drink.

Give me his name.

You're boring.

Go away.

(water sloshing) (exclaims softly) A man has been murdered.

I will arrest you.

I will tear this house apart.

Tell me who shares your room.

Emile.

My brother.

He, uh, he lost his job when that bastard bought our firm.

I support him.

Sometimes he crashes here.

That's it.

Did he crash here last night?

No.

I gave him 100 euros-- he'd have been busy drinking it.

What's his address?

56D Avenue Raymond.

(breath trembling) (door closes) Don't.

Don't you judge me.

I don't.

I'm trying to understand.

What is there to understand?

I have been living in hell.

I spoke to your husband's mistress.

She said he wanted children, but that you found him repulsive.

Did you ask her how much he paid her not to find him repulsive?

(chuckles) You forget what I told you.

I was in love with him.

I didn't care what he looked like.

But, um, try making love to a man who has broken your father's heart.

Ruined him.

Put him in hospital.

Why don't you ask his mistress what she'd charge for that?

(fountain bubbling) (birds chirping) MOERS: Nice place.

Pity you couldn't keep the owner alive.

Got your ballistics.

Gaillardin's gun was a nine-millimeter.

Fumal was killed by a .45.

Which you still haven't found.

A .45?

A .45 would be loud.

MOERS: It would.

Have you opened the safe?

Not yet.

Don't you have the combination?

Fumal's combination no longer works.

Either he changed it or someone else did.

Maybe the same someone who wiped the keypad clean.

I'm getting the lock drilled this afternoon.

Why would they change the combination?

To hide what's in it.

Or not in it.

Call me when you have the safe open.

(tapping phone buttons) (phone calling out) (ringing) (phone continues) (ringing continues) (ends call) (phone buzzing) Yes, Janvier.

Hi, boss-- we interviewed Marcus's parents.

Marcus.

JANVIER: Yes, Layla's stalker and/or kidnapper.

MAIGRET (stammers): Just tell me.

JANVIER: Two Layla groupies were sitting in a car outside Marcus's parents' house.

2:00 last night, they saw lights come on, people moving around, and then someone slipping out the back.

They posted it on the Layla Facebook page.

By morning, there were 40 people outside, banging on the door.

Local police have now moved everyone on.

JANVIER: We interviewed the parents.

They said they hadn't seen Marcus, and no one had come to the house.

But I got a look at his old room and his old computer.

It was used at 2:15 this morning to search the website of the Directorate for Competition, Consumer Affairs, and Fraud.

MAIGRET: He visited his parents' house at 2:00 in the morning to do an internet search?

His cellphone's switched off, his apartment's being watched, his face is all over Paris.

Their house is one place he thought he'd be safe.

MAIGRET: What did he search for on the website?

The regulations about how influencers like Layla can make money.

MAIGRET: Marcus is investigating Layla?

JANVIER: Layla doesn't run her business.

Her parents do.

MAIGRET: Then he's going after the parents?

LAPOINTE: Or they are.

Marcus and Layla are.

MAIGRET: You think Marcus and Layla are together?

Working together?

We do.

Well, keep digging.

And well done.

(kids exclaiming in background) (door closes) Hello.

Didn't hear you come in.

Layla?

(video continues) Don't worry about me, Maigret.

(inhales deeply): I'll get back in the swing.

I just need to mourn for a little bit.

(video continues) She helps.

(breathes deeply) (video continues) (chiming) It was only posted this morning.

So?

So her parents are still making money off her.

Using film they shot when she was what, eight, nine?

You're upset.

Yes.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ With the baby, of course.

Then Layla, Fumal, Gaillardin.

Everywhere, failure.

You're doing everything you can.

Well, I could've done more for Fumal.

But I didn't.

Now, he was loathsome, and I loathed him, and I did a bad job.

(sighs): I remember how we used to laugh at him when he was a boy.

Did we turn him into the man he was?

You were children.

Hardly responsible.

Children know when they're being cruel.

I was wondering why he asked for me.

Was it to see if I'd changed?

If I could see who he was underneath?

Maigret, he asked for you because he wanted to show you what a big shot he was.

Maybe.

I met someone who knew another Fumal.

Said he was scared and looking for help, and I didn't help.

I let him be killed.

Do you have any idea who did it?

Someone in the house.

What is it?

I just thought of someone who wasn't in the house.

♪ ♪ (banging on door) You're leaving?

Yes.

Back to Saint-Fiacre?

What do you want?

Yesterday, I asked for your help, and you wouldn't give it.

But now... Now fate has intervened, I don't need your help anymore.

I don't want to thank a murderer, but nonetheless, I'm grateful to him.

Or her.

Where were you last night?

Are you serious?

Yes.

Where were you?

Where were you?

When I heard about the death of Fumal, for a moment, I thought that rather than lamely saying he couldn't help, Jules Maigret actually defended a woman in distress, but I was wrong.

Wasn't I?

Yes.

So, where were you last night?

Janos?

Can you come here, please?

This is Janos Varga.

Janos, where was I last night, after I met the chief inspector?

You were here.

Where, exactly?

(Janos exhales) In bed.

♪ ♪ (door slams) (door creaks open) SOPHIE: Maigret?

I'm sorry, but you deserved that.

Was that your father's?

(pipe taps) Do you ever smoke it?

It's generally frowned upon.

(chuckles) Can I ask, do you remember Fumal, as a boy, at Saint-Fiacre?

Not really.

I remember his father.

You dealt with him?

My husband did.

When the refugees came.

The Bosnian children?

Winter of '94?

'95?

We put up about a dozen.

You know my husband.

Always keen to lend a hand, even when his own home was falling about his ears.

♪ ♪ So, he made a deal with Fumal's father to feed them.

Fumal's dad took the money and gave them scraps.

Horse meat.

Like father, like son.

What happened to the children?

I think most of them went home after the war.

Some got jobs in Paris or Lyon.

There wasn't much going on in Saint-Fiacre.

(pipe taps) But you're going back.

Fumal woke me up to that, at least.

Woke me up to what's important.

And I'm going to fight for Saint-Fiacre.

I think it's worth fighting for.

Don't you?

Yes.

Bye, Jules.

I'm sorry.

Are you?

(grunts) (Young Fumal snatches sandal) (people talking in background) (phones ringing) LUCAS: Boss, we tracked down Madame Fumal's brother and we got his statement.

He did not kill Fumal.

TORRENCE: He was in a police cell all last night, drunk and disorderly.

Fine, knock him off the list.

LUCAS: What are you looking for?

Search inventories for Fumal's house.

Who did Victor Ricou's room?

I did-- hardly anything in it.

(passes paper) What's this, "postcard"?

So you're looking at Victor now?

That's Stari Most.

Mostar.

Victor Ricou, born in Paris.

Didn't strike you as odd that a man born in Paris has only one thing in his room, a picture of a Bosnian village?

Sorry, boss, I'll look into it now.

Inspector Cavre tells me that Fumal's staff are being held in their rooms and not allowed access to lawyers.

They're not under arrest.

Then why are you holding them?

Because I'm hoping Fumal's safe, which no one can open, will tell us something once it is open.

I also want to know if someone in that house really is who he says he is.

Well, okay.

Then hold them.

Now Layla-- it's been four days.

Are we at your "worst-case scenario"?

Janvier, Lapointe, you got anything?

JANVIER: Layla's parents are being investigated for breaking a new law about how influencers can make money.

LAPOINTE: Article 2023-451 says that influencers have to declare if they're being paid to promote goods or services.

Like anything from Bitcoin to Botox.

Lots of Layla's videos broke the rules.

What are the penalties?

They're serious: fines of up to 300,000 or two years in jail.

Is that why she ran?

Well, we think she ran to try to stop her parents doing what they're doing.

But you said her disappearance made her more popular.

So, how you know she isn't in on it?

We just don't think she is.

You just don't think she is?

I'm sorry, we're ignoring the obvious here, that she's been kidnapped, and then we're just going with the wildly speculative, that her parents are the bad guys?

This is, this is stupid.

I've met her parents, you haven't.

So what's your theory?

She's with him, and working with him.

Do you agree?

Marcus went to his parents' house at 2:00 a.m.

just to read up on article 451.

Why would he do that if Layla hadn't told him about it?

So how do we use it?

Put out a press release from the Police Judiciaire.

Say we're no longer concerned for Layla's safety and we're closing the investigation.

But that, that's just irresponsible.

If she wishes to contact me directly, she should call 20-23- 45-14-51.

Okay.

I'll talk to the press office.

(cellphone ringing) Janvier, Lapointe, come with me.

LUCAS: Lucas.

Good-- we're on our way.

They'll have Fumal's safe open in ten minutes.

Whoa, whoa, no, wait, wait, wait, wait!

I just, I just called that number.

It's not a real number.

It's real to Layla.

The number is the number of the new law: 2023-451.

Right.

♪ ♪ (drill whirring) MAIGRET: Get Goldman.

He should know what was in the safe.

(handle clicks) (drill whirring) ♪ ♪ (door rattles) Lucas, you were first here this morning.

Were the blinds open?

Yes.

(door opens) What, is that it?

Is that all that was in the safe last night?

No.

There were five million euros.

Uh, what for?

Payoffs.

To Gaillardin's board.

So they'd dump Gaillardin.

Lucas, get Victor.

Bring him to Celine's room.

(police radio running) (knocks, device beeps) Well, come in.

You can see his office.

And the safe.

And his bedroom-- lucky me.

One of your goons searched it already.

You looking for something?

(boot drops) You were always one step ahead, weren't you?

Did you see who shot him?

Remember, you blush when you lie.

Why don't you tell me who shot him?

You're the detective.

Okay.

(inhales) Not Madame Fumal, or Noemi.

Perhaps Felix, angry at how Fumal humiliates you.

Or Goldman, worried his insider trading would be found out.

Or you.

No, you're like a jackal: let others do the killing and wait for the scraps.

Who have I left out?

(whispers): Victor Ricou.

(aloud): The bodyguard who didn't guard the body.

(phone buzzing) Yes, Torrence.

♪ ♪ Right, thank you.

Victor's gone.

He went out the window, over the roof, don't know how long ago.

MAIGRET: I do.

He went as soon as they started to drill the safe.

You tipped him off-- where's he gone?

I have no idea.

And even if I did know, I'd never tell you.

And I hope you never catch him.

♪ ♪ (door closes) So this was still in Victor's room.

(police radio running) Torrence called.

He found out that till eight years ago, Victor Ricou was called Victor Bajic.

He's Bosnian.

That's where he'll go.

He won't risk a plane.

He'll train or bus to Sarajevo.

Gare de l'Est?

Yes.

Get his picture out, get everyone there.

Janvier, Lapointe-- everyone.

♪ ♪ We've got officers going through station CCTV.

Victor bought a ticket for the 18:48 to Strasbourg.

TORRENCE: Train hasn't got in yet, so he should still be here waiting.

Keep the CCTV search going.

JANVIER: You think he'll still have the gun?

MAIGRET: Yes-- he had all night to hide the money and the gun.

LUCAS: A RAID team is coming from Bièvres.

It'll be 30 minutes.

That's too long.

So what do you want us to do?

Where's Lapointe?

JANVIER: Kernavel told him to stay at the office because of the Layla press release.

Boss, what do you want us to do?

♪ ♪ Boss?

MAN (over P.A.

): This is a security announcement.

Due to a suspicious package, passengers are required to evacuate the station as quickly and calmly as possible... (crowd murmuring) ...until the police have resolved the situation.

OFFICER: Excuse me, excuse me, have you seen this man?

Excuse me, ma'am, have you seen this man?

Excuse me, folks, if you could just look at this photo.

(people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (woman speaking on P.A.)

♪ ♪ It's him.

Okay, apparently, that's an old waiting room he's going into.

There.

Uh, no.

Boss, he's armed-- no.

RAID will be here by now.

Ask them to make sure he doesn't shoot me.

(radio chirps) This is Lucas, come in.

RAID OFFICER (on radio): Receiving.

Target is in the old waiting room, east side of the station, on platform 14.

One of our team is going in-- can you cover?

(radio chirps) RAID OFFICER: Moving into position.

(door creaks open) TORRENCE: You ever been on a sleeper train before?

No.

But I'd like to.

Where would we go?

Anywhere.

LUCAS (on radio): Boss, RAID team's in place.

MAIGRET (on radio): Okay.

(object shifts) (sirens wailing in distance) (gun cocks) Hello, Victor.

(wine pouring) I'd say come and help yourself, but you've got your hands full.

Sorry I didn't recognize you sooner.

Could have saved everyone a lot of grief.

Victor.

Victor Bajic.

♪ ♪ The skinny kid from Bosnia.

The only one who looked out for Ferdy Fumal.

And Ferdy hated you for it.

Hated you and was scared to be without you.

That's why he kept you with him.

Did he make you change your name?

He said he was a big deal now, and if I wanted to stay as his bodyguard, I had better become a real Frenchman.

You knew who I was from the start.

Why didn't you say anything?

I learned early.

Better not to talk.

I'm sorry.

Why?

You didn't do anything.

I mean back in Saint-Fiacre.

I wasn't kind.

When you're young, it's easier to run with the pack.

You think you can talk me down by pretending you're sorry about stuff that happened 30 years ago?

I'm not trying to talk you down.

I'm just saying I'm sorry.

I'm going to finish my drink and leave the rest to you.

♪ ♪ There are armed police out there, snipers.

♪ ♪ If you want to go down in a blaze of glory, then have at it.

♪ ♪ I hope you don't.

He treated you like a dog for 30 years.

That's a defense.

♪ ♪ (gun falls) (breathing deeply) (crying softly) (wine pouring) Why?

(sniffles) I mean, why last night?

(exhales): After Gaillardin left... ...I went in to see if Monsieur Fumal needed anything.

The safe was open.

I could see all the money in it.

He said... (imitating Fumal): "Sneaking up on me again?

Come to rob me, have you?"

Ha.

No, you're just a little sneak.

You don't have the guts-- you never did.

So I showed him I did.

(gun cocks) (firing) (objects clattering) (swallowing) (exhales) See?

It's better to talk.

(sirens wailing in distance) (sirens blaring) (police radios running) What did you say to him?

(people talking in background) (phone buzzing) Lapointe.

Boss, I've got a call.

She says she'll only talk to you.

Think it's her.

Ah... Put her on.

LAYLA (on phone): Hello?

It's Maigret.

LAYLA: I got your message.

I am safe-- you don't need to worry about me.

(chuckles) I'm glad.

But I still need to see you face-to-face.

Just you and me.

♪ ♪ I hear you salvaged your reputation.

Just about.

Did you find his will?

Only one page.

Altered a month ago.

Wait, um, what am I to do with this?

What is it?

Fumal's dirty dossier.

Everyone's on it, including Minister Moreau.

Hey, that's destroying evidence.

Thank you, Moers.

♪ ♪ Well done.

Not really.

Well, you worked it out in the end.

(scoffs softly) Fumal's abuse of Victor will be taken into account at sentencing.

I'll make sure of it.

Thank you.

Is this Fumal's will?

He left everything he owned to Martine Gilloux.

His mistress.

Everything?

Everything except a monthly allowance for his wife and money for her to take care of her father and brother.

You know who else got a monthly allowance?

The man who killed him.

Victor.

So I didn't work out Fumal.

Not really.

♪ ♪ And Layla?

She called me.

I'm going to see her.

Good.

♪ ♪ Hi.

LOUISE: Hi.

I'm Louise.

This is Maigret.

Please.

Marcus is making tea.

Take your coat off, Maigret.

That what you call him?

(chuckles): What else?

MAIGRET: You've caused us a lot of trouble.

I know.

Sorry.

So, I need to know you're okay, really okay, so I can close the case.

You usually bring your wife with you when you close a case?

LOUISE: I work a lot with divided families.

Troubled teenagers, young adults.

So you're here to assess me.

If you were my daughter, I would want to know that the decisions you've made were made freely with knowledge of the consequences.

I hope no one takes milk, 'cause we don't have any.

(chuckles) I decided to do this.

Marcus supported me.

We're happy together.

Will we be together in five years, who knows?

And will we be living in this camper van in winter?

No.

We'll go back to real life.

But in our own time.

In our own way.

Do you have a message for your parents?

They used me.

Even when I begged them to stop, even when I disappeared, they went on using me.

So, right now, I don't want to talk to them.

But I don't want them to worry.

So if you talk to them, tell them that I love them and I'm happy.

But also tell them that I have the right to be forgotten.

And I'm exercising it.

♪ ♪ Is that enough?

Yes.

And if you were my daughter, I would be so proud of you.

(chuckles) Do you have any children?

Not yet, but we're, we're going to.

Tea's okay, but, uh, do you have anything stronger?

(all chuckle) For God's sake.

What?

Drink it-- it's lovely.

♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ MILA: Hey, kid, wouldn't be listening to us, would you?

MAIGRET: The gang killed Batille because they saw him listening to their conversation, but left the recorder which has their voices on it.

Are you insane?

I know your mother.

That does not give you license to go poking your nose into my family's affairs.

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