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

CAVRE: This gang could be connected to Batille's killing.

He recorded them planning the job, he could identify them.

You're acting like what they're doing is a waste of time.

I could be wrong-- I've been wrong before.

Are you insane?

Branchu and Mila are known criminals.

You're talking to them.

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

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (dog whining) (car passing) ♪ ♪ Testing-- Bar Lorraine, Rue Beaumarchais.

(thunder rumbling) (people talking softly in background) ♪ ♪ (door closes) Vodka, please.

We close in ten minutes.

(vodka pouring) (conversation continues in background) (conversation continues) LOUISE (voiceover): We're gonna try again.

Aren't we, Maigret?

We are.

You should.

I mean, children are, they're a blessing.

They're a nightmare.

Henri!

(laughs) The anxiety, the expense... LOUISE: You love your children.

HENRI: When they're asleep.

HELENE: Oh, please, behave.

(thunder claps) Well, you're not walking home in that.

Better order a cab.

Oh, they'll be booked up.

It's only a few yards to the Metro.

You don't have to leave quite yet.

And do finish the tart, Maigret.

(chuckles): If you insist.

(laughs) And when you're done with that, let's leave these lovely ladies and finish our game.

(conversation continues, glasses clinking) MILA: Hey, kid.

(glasses clinking) Wouldn't be listening to us, would you?

No, I'm just having a drink.

Not anymore.

Get out.

(glass breaks) (grunts) (gasping) Sorry about that.

Night.

(door opens, thunder rumbling) (door closes) ♪ ♪ You ever get to smoke that?

It was my father's.

(rain falling) HENRI: I have you, my friend, like a rat in a trap.

GINO: What can I get you?

Just one.

Uh, sugar and lemon.

♪ ♪ MAIGRET: Check.

Thank you.

(rain falling, thunder rumbling) Check.

♪ ♪ (Antoine grunting, knife stabbing) No!

♪ ♪ (Gino panting) (knife stabbing) ♪ ♪ Checkmate.

(door intercom buzzing) Hello?

GINO (on intercom): Dr.

Pardon, it's Gino!

Somebody has been stabbed!

You gotta come down.

I'm coming.

Can someone call an ambulance?

There's been a stabbing outside.

Lucas?

It's Maigret-- stabbing on the Rue Garance.

GINO: He's here!

Local crime scene and station as soon as possible.

HELENE: He's still breathing.

Stay with me now-- try to stay calm.

An ambulance is on its way.

Maigret-- Maigret!

There, keep the pressure on.

(Antoine gasping) Stab wounds here, too.

MAIGRET: Hold on, Hélène's a doctor, you'll be okay, huh?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (radios running in background) Tell Henri not to wait up.

LUCAS: The crepe seller, Gino, has given a description of the attacker-- we're sending it wide.

You got an I.D.

on the victim?

(ambulance door closes) Antoine Batille, student at the Sorbonne-- Batille... (ambulance horn beeping) The Batille family own Lucient Perfumes.

So the press'll be all over this.

Great.

Get Janvier to take Gino's statement, get Lapointe to pull CCTV, doorbell cameras, the usual.

Send Torrence to the hospital.

That doorway: fingerprints, footprints, everything.

There was someone standing there.

I got to take my wife home.

Call me if you have anything.

(siren blaring) (door closes) Everyone knows Lucient Perfumes.

I don't.

But you don't read gossip magazines.

Is there gossip?

Madame Batille died about three years ago?

Skiing accident in Val d'Isère, very tragic.

Dad locked himself away.

The daughter, Minou, started acting out: drugs, partying, crashing cars.

What about the son?

Antoine?

Hadn't even heard of him till tonight.

(phone vibrating) (sighs) Torrence.

Kid didn't make it, boss.

Sorry.

Um, he had some kind of recording device on him, like a tape recorder.

Stay there.

I'll see you soon.

(button clicks) Going to tell the father?

Love you-- hate your job.

(keys jangling) (door opens) ♪ ♪ Monsieur Batille is at the concert.

Call in the morning.

I'll wait.

Monsieur Batille?

Yes?

I'm Chief Inspector Maigret, Police Judiciaire.

Oh, dear, is it Minou again?

Thank you, Maria.

Please.

So... (clears throat) Not Minou.

It's Antoine.

I'm afraid he's dead.

(voice trembling): How?

He was stabbed.

He was taken to La Magdalene, but they couldn't save him.

I'm sorry.

But who stabbed him?

We have a description, we're looking.

Can I see my son?

Of course.

Will you come with me?

(phone ringing in distance) MAIGRET: This is Monsieur Batille.

TORRENCE: He's in there, sir.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ The recorder?

Have you listened to it?

The genius couldn't get it to work, so he called me.

Didn't make a lot of sense: traffic, random conversations.

(Torrence clears throat softly) (door closes) Um, I'd like to go home.

I need to call my daughter.

Of course, sir.

Janvier will drive you.

Monsieur Batille, we found this recorder on your son.

Ah, yes, it was, um, for a project he was doing at the Sorbonne.

He said he wanted to record the sounds of the city where, um... (chuckling sadly): Where he lived.

I'd like to talk to you tomorrow morning, if that's okay.

Thank you.

Take it to Moers.

Now?

Yes-- Moers doesn't sleep.

I need to know what's on it.

ANTOINE (on recording): Testing-- Bar Lorraine, Rue Beaumarchais.

(door opens and closes) Vodka, please.

BAR OWNER (on recording): We close in ten minutes.

Okay, why are we listening to this?

Because of what he recorded next.

SOVRAN (on recording): You got the security specs?

BRANCHU (on recording): Yeah, hard but not impossible.

SOVRAN: Are you sure he's up for it?

BRANCHU: Look, the count says the collection's worth more than 30 mil.

SOVRAN: So you definitely trust little Maurice?

BRANCHU: I do-- he knows his way around posh houses.

Sounds like some kind of burglary.

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

ANTOINE: No, I'm just having a drink.

MILA: Not anymore-- get out.

(glass breaks, Mila gasps) ANTOINE: Sorry about that.

(taps key, recording stops) That was 30 minutes before he was stabbed, like they knew he'd overheard them and decided he was a liability.

KERNAVEL: Chief Inspector?

Torrence, Janvier: Bar Lorraine.

Get descriptions of the three men.

Cavre, Lapointe: follow up with the locals on CCTV, both Batille and the three guys from the bar.

Janvier had a description of the killer from Gino, the crepe seller.

It's in his statement.

Well, if Janvier got a description, why can't Janvier do the CCTV?

(drawers shutting, phones ringing) MAIGRET: We will talk to the father.

(people talking in background) (engine stops) Good morning, Chief Inspector.

Good morning, Zizou.

We heard that Batille got caught in a drug turf war.

(continues): Is that what you heard?

(reporters clamoring) (camera shutters clicking) (clears throat) Do you have any news?

I'm afraid not.

We'd like to talk to you about your son, sir.

What sort of man he was.

His friendships, relationships, interests.

Also, if you know of anyone who would want to hurt him or you.

(door opens) BAR OWNER: We're closed.

(door closes) TORRENCE: See this guy in here last night?

Not that I recall.

Can I use your facilities?

Women and their tiny bladders.

Still, they rule the world.

(drawer closes) (conversation continues in bar) I like your hair.

(conversation continues) Was he in here last night?

With anyone?

Did he, uh, talk to anyone?

A guy talked to him-- he seemed kind of pissed off.

Can you describe this guy?

About my height, black baseball cap, khaki raincoat, scary eyes.

(chuckling): Wow, you should be a cop.

Can I be your partner?

Seen scary-eyes in here before?

What about the guys he was with?

How do you know he was with anyone?

Magic.

Magic?

Okay.

One of the guys he was with does come in here.

He owns a framing shop two streets over.

His name's Branchu.

Two minutes after your guy left, they all left.

(whispering) If you think of anything else... Wait-- thought of something.

Can I buy you a drink?

(both chuckle) Sorry, I'm already taken.

Who by?

A married middle-aged white guy.

Well, since my wife died, he's been the perfect son.

He left the bad behavior to his sister.

(door opens) But as for enemies, I... (door slams) MINOU: They're a bunch of vultures!

You should throw them out, all of them!

Minou.

This is Chief Inspector Maigret, Sergeant Lucas, Police Judiciaire.

(voice breaking): I'm so sorry, Daddy.

It's all right.

We'll talk when they've gone.

Mm.

(door closes) That's Minou.

(exhales): Go away.

(sniffling) This is your brother's room.

(exhales): Great, a genius.

Where were you last night?

You're questioning me?

Yes-- where?

(exhales) At a party in London, okay?

Do you know anyone who would want to kill your brother?

Me.

(crying): Because he was so good.

Because he was never in trouble.

Oh, please, just go away.

(sniffling) I'm interested in the recordings your brother was making.

I want to listen to them.

Why?

Your father said Antoine was listening to Paris.

Maybe Paris told him something.

Do you know where they are?

(exhales) (exhales, sniffles) (typing) MAIGRET: You know his password?

Just 'cause he was good doesn't mean he wasn't an idiot.

MAIGRET: Do you know why he made the recordings?

(mouse clicks) (mouse clicking) (sniffles) He, he said we, we were born into unearned luxury and that we never spoke to the rest of the world, who outnumber us a, a billion to one, so... (sniffles) So he was, he was going to listen.

Because how else would we learn to, to talk?

Because without talk, we, we wouldn't build bridges, and we'd be swept away... (crying) ...by... (sniffles) ...by the tide, or... Maybe it was "consumed by the fire," I don't know.

Like I said, he was an idiot.

Do you want a thumb drive?

(sniffles) (computer chimes) (Minou exhales) He was learning Arabic?

Oh, I... I didn't know.

(exhales) Look, he wasn't really an idiot, he... (voice trembling): He was my older brother, but he was more like... (sniffles) ...my little brother, and I felt I, I had to protect him.

(sobbing) (clears throat softly) (sobbing) Torrence-- he's got something.

(crying) TORRENCE: We've got the guys Antoine recorded.

Branchu's Framing and Restoration.

The waiter at the bar said he was there last night.

And that is Branchu.

JANVIER: And we think the other guy's the one who spoke to Antoine.

He fits the waiter's description.

We've taken photos-- Lapointe's running them through records.

Maybe we'll get an answer this century.

LAPOINTE: I would if I had a decent signal-- okay.

Emile Branchu has a record for receiving stolen goods.

The other guy is Xavier Mila from Marseille.

Robbery and assault and a murder charge, had to be dropped because the key witness disappeared.

(brakes squeak) (engine stops) ♪ ♪ (talking indistinctly) What do you want to do, boss?

They're connected to Antoine, and they've clearly got some kind of job going on.

Plus, Mila's a killer, and he left the bar just two minutes after the kid did.

LUCAS: Boss?

♪ ♪ Stay on them.

If they move, follow.

Ah, but not you.

Antoine Batille's recordings-- I want to listen to them.

♪ ♪ (car door closes) ♪ ♪ (brakes squeak) ♪ ♪ (horn honks) (door opens) Are you insane?

(exhales) (door closes) Get out.

I'm Maigret-- I know your mother, the countess.

I knew you when you were a boy.

(engine idling) What do you want?

Branchu and Mila are known criminals.

You're talking to them, receiving money from them.

(tosses envelope) Cash money-- why?

He wanted my opinion on some paintings.

Whose paintings?

I didn't ask.

Look, I'm an art critic and an art historian, published.

My advice is often sought-- I... I didn't know Branchu had a record.

And I resent your imputation that I would be involved in anything criminal.

This is a warning I give you out of respect for your mother.

Stay away from Emile Branchu.

(door opens) (engine idling) (door closes) Antoine Batille's recordings, uploaded on this.

Ancient, but portable and easy to use.

Antoine's pretty good at giving place and date, but other than that, it's, like, 40 hours of footsteps, traffic, music, people talking, people not talking, leaves falling.

Know how much sound falling leaves make?

Exactly.

You better borrow my headphones so you don't annoy everyone.

(people talking in background) (button clicks) Lucas and the others are still at Branchu's.

Can I join them on surveillance?

Yeah.

(people talking in background) CAVRE: Oi.

(knocks loudly on desk) Listen.

I'm not getting anything from the CCTV.

All I've got is one camera that shows the Batille kid leaving the bar and then about a minute later, three guys come out and go off in the same direction, and then they all get lost in the CCTV desert.

Are you sure about that?

Because to establish a connection between the gang and Batille, we will need CCTV.

No, there's other ways to make a connection.

Listen.

If you want someone to scour the CCTV, get Lapointe to do it, okay?

I'm an inspector with degrees in criminology and psychology.

If you want grunt work done, get one of the kids to do it.

Boss, that was Lucas.

Two more guys just pulled up to Branchu's in a car.

She says if they leave and split up, she can't follow them all.

(sighs) Cavre, join Lucas, give her a hand.

Okay-- and the CCTV?

I will find someone else.

(sirens blaring in distance, people talking in background) (office audio mutes) (microphone rubbing) ANTOINE (on recording): Here we go.

Family dinner, October 13.

BATILLE (on recording): Antoine!

Sorry, we already started.

MINOU (on recording): What's that?

Are you recording us?

Dad, tell him to turn that thing off.

BATILLE: It's for his project at university.

It's not doing any harm.

MINOU: I think it's ridiculous.

ANTOINE: Even if it makes you into a star?

MINOU: I'm already a star.

(dishes clanking) BATILLE: Can you pass the salt, Minou?

(phone vibrating on desk) MINOU: No, Daddy, I keep telling you, you have too much salt.

(phone vibrating) (office audio resumes) (vibration stops) Yes.

SOPHIE (on phone): Maigret.

Sophie de Saint-Fiacre-- you spoke to Maurice.

Yes.

Apparently, you accused him of being involved in criminal activity.

Potentially involved.

But... (scoffs) That's nonsense.

I know my son-- he would never do anything like that.

But he is.

(phone button clicks) (softly): Maigret, I asked for your help once.

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

Would you rather he was arrested?

♪ ♪ Just... Just leave him alone.

I have enough to deal with here without you harassing my son.

(exhales) Goodbye.

(phone button clicks) Not for me, I'm... I'm not feeling great.

Just a sip.

You know I hate to drink alone.

♪ ♪ (slurps) (microphone rubbing) ANTOINE (on recording): Chez Levant, Rue des Etoiles.

(cafe bell rings, door opens) (people talking in background) NADIA (on recording): Yes, can I...?

Oh, you, back again.

(chuckling) ANTOINE: Only for the 14th time.

(chuckling) Listen, would you like to... (Hassan speaking Arabic, steamer hissing) (Nadia speaking Arabic) (Hassan speaking Arabic sharply) HASSAN: Hey, you, here's your coffee.

(phone vibrating on desk) ANTOINE: Thanks-- I'm Antoine.

HASSAN: And I've got a queue out the door, so you can move on along.

(phone vibrating) Maigret's phone.

Uh... It's Inspector Cavre.

Is Maigret there?

One minute, caller.

Your team.

What is it?

Branchu's pulling the job forward to tonight.

They went to a bar.

Lapointe went and sat next to them 'cause no one would ever think he was a cop.

MAIGRET (on phone speaker): Okay.

Okay, what?

You, what, you want us to stay on them?

I mean, this is our chance to catch them on the job.

Inspector Cavre, what job is this?

Uh, given their records, ma'am, probably a high-end burglary.

What's it got do with Antoine Batille?

Uh, it's a possible motive for killing him.

He recorded them planning the job.

He could identify them.

Burglary should go to the BRB.

Ye, ma'am, but this gang could be connected to Batille's killing.

We can't just hand them over to the robbery squad.

Cavre, call Inspector Grosjean at the BRB, offer them a joint operation.

BRB can have credit for the arrests.

La Crim gets first dibs on interrogation.

Got it?

CAVRE: Yeah.

Grosjean, BRB-La Crim joint op, got it.

Good.

(stammers) You're not joining us, boss?

MAIGRET: No, you can handle it.

(phone button clicks) You're acting like what they're doing is a waste of time.

Well, if they stop some rich man's art collection being stolen, it's not a complete waste of time.

And you don't believe there's a connection to Batille's murder?

According to that theory, the gang killed Batille because they saw him listening to their conversation.

So they stabbed him to death, but left the recorder, which has their voices on that.

I don't think so.

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

Well, not especially.

He might catch a gang of thieves red-handed.

Nothing to do with Batille's murder?

I could be wrong-- I've been wrong before.

If you'll excuse me.

(people talking in background) (traffic passing, horns honking on recording) ANTOINE: Friday rush hour, Champs-Elysées.

6:38 p.m.

(vuvuzela blowing, people singing) Approaching Parc des Princes.

PSG versus Marseille.

(recording speeding up) (bell ringing, siren blaring, can clattering) (jackhammer pounding) (normal speed resumes) (siren blaring, church bell ringing) ANTOINE: Sunday morning, Montmartre, the bells of Sacré-Coeur.

(train clattering) Crossing the Seine by train on the Pont Rouelle.

(gulls squawking, children calling) Le Jardin des Tuileries.

I'm nervous.

(chuckles) (speaking Arabic) (Nadia speaking Arabic) NADIA (chuckles): Very good!

Are you recording me?

ANTOINE: I record everything.

Will you say your name to the machine?

NADIA (chuckling): Hello, machine, I'm Nadia.

ANTOINE: You won't get in trouble, seeing me?

NADIA: No-- my Uncle Hassan, he's just all about the business, you know.

Money, money, money.

ANTOINE: Because I'd like to get to know you.

NADIA: I would like that, too.

(child calling in background) NADIA: Oh, no.

ANTOINE: What?

NADIA: Hassan-- he must have followed me.

Turn it off, please.

(microphone rubbing) (recording stops) (office audio resumes) (phone vibrates) (button clicks) Lucas.

LUCAS (on phone): Update, boss.

Gang's heading south towards Fontainebleau-- we're following.

Are BRB with you?

LUCAS: Inspector Grosjean and four officers.

Okay, keep me updated.

(button clicks) CAVRE: You think they'll wait until dark?

GROSJEAN: I do.

LUCAS: Cavre!

What's the plan?

Okay.

So, Grosjean says they'll likely cut the alarms, post a man on the outside as a lookout, and then go in, so Grosjean and her team will go in afterwards and make the arrests.

I'll be with them.

Lapointe, Torrence, you take care of the lookout.

Janvier, Lucas, you'd best stay behind.

Excuse me?

Janvier's faster, stronger, and a better shot than me, so, uh, I'll stay back, thanks very much.

Let's go.

Yeah.

You know, for a second there, uncle, it sounded like you actually like her.

No.

I don't like you, either.

(chuckles) (music playing on speakers, people talking in background) (cafe bell rings) (door closes) (different music playing in background) Are you Nadia?

I'm Nadia-- why?

I'd like to talk to you about him.

Antoine.

Who are you?

I'm police.

You know Antoine's dead?

You were in a relationship with him?

Who says?

Oh, of course, his recorder.

The last I heard on the tapes, your family weren't happy about you seeing him.

Where were you last night?

(Nadia speaking Arabic) Where was your Uncle Hassan?

An Arabic girl goes out with a French boy and he gets killed, so it must be an honor killing.

Is that what you think?

What sort of cop would I be if I didn't ask the necessary questions for fear of offending people's sensibilities?

Where was he between 10:00 and 11:00 last night?

Our hours are 11:00 to midnight.

Camera.

You will see my uncle was here and I was here until midnight, okay?

Okay.

Antoine didn't record everything.

He spoke to my uncle.

He was respectful.

He asked permission to see me.

And my uncle gave his permission.

We were going to take it slowly.

We had all the time in the world.

Is there anything else?

No-- thank you.

(people talking in background, music continues) Actually, yes.

What?

What's good here?

(door closes) (button clicks) Look at you, Inspector Trendy.

Mm, where's the food from?

The restaurant where Antoine Batille's girlfriend works.

Muhammara, baharat chicken, fasoliyyeh, baba ghanoush!

(chuckles) How's it going?

You know.

The team are chasing art thieves.

I'm listening to Antoine's Paris.

Is it telling you anything?

I thought it was, but it was a false trail.

I've added a broken heart to the list of charges against the killer.

Mm.

What if I'm wrong about this?

Like they are about the art thieves?

The crepe guy said the killer stabbed Antoine from behind four times.

(poking with knife) Then walked away, then came back.

Turned him over, stabbed him three more times.

He came back and stabbed him again?

So it's personal?

Maybe, but... What if it wasn't the victim that was personal, but the act, the... ♪ ♪ Which would make it random.

Which would mean we might never find him.

♪ ♪ CAVRE (on radio): Here we go, cutting the power, just like I said.

(van doors close) GROSJEAN (on radio): Stand by.

CAVRE: Power's off.

Janvier, Lapointe, deal with the lookout.

(saw grinding) (microphone rubbing) ANTOINE (on recording): Le Pont des Arts.

I want to see if there are still padlocks on the bridge.

♪ ♪ (metal rattling) There are padlocks!

People are still doing it!

(metal rattling) Love can break the rules.

I will show Nadia.

Love wins-- love always wins.

♪ ♪ Hi.

♪ ♪ I'll take that.

You're clear.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (object thuds) ♪ ♪ CAVRE: Gentlemen, hands up!

You're under arrest.

OFFICER: Police!

Stay where you are!

(yelps) (officers yelling) GROSJEAN: Don't move!

BRANCHU: All right, all right, all right.

All right, I'm not moving.

GROSJEAN: Hands behind your back.

TORRENCE: Hello, Mila.

Knife.

I'll take that.

(sighs) All right.

You two, call the local police station.

Get them to help you to clean up this mess.

And I will take this lot back to Paris.

(grunts): All right, Mila, come on.

Easy now.

OFFICER: Keep it going.

Come on, keep moving.

♪ ♪ Mm?

(both laughing) (Lucas chuckling) ANTOINE (on recording): I want to see if there are still padlocks on the bridge.

There are padlocks!

People are still doing it.

Love wins-- love always wins.

(vacuum whirring) ♪ ♪ (vacuum stops) (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ CAVRE: Good morning, Madam Prosecutor.

Morning.

Chief Inspector-- your team did well.

I can see-- well done, Cavre.

Sure.

Uh, Mila's clothes match that of the killer, plus, he had a knife.

Which we've sent to the, uh, lab.

KERNAVEL: So what's the plan?

The plan is to question them one by one about the night of Antoine Batille's death.

We rotate them, detective to detective, asking the same questions, until one of them slips up.

What about the recorder problem?

They killed Batille, but didn't take the item that connected them to the crime?

Yes, uh, well, maybe they didn't find it.

Maybe they're just stupid.

Wouldn't be the first stupid murderer we've had, would it?

Maigret, do you have an alternative?

Did Batille's tapes give you anything?

No.

Excellent sound, Lapointe, thank you.

Well, then, all yours, Cavre.

Thank you, ma'am-- you three, with me.

LAPOINTE: Really?

MAIGRET: Go on.

(people talking in background) It's Antoine Batille's funeral early tomorrow morning.

I'd like to photograph everyone who attends.

Okay, why?

In case the killer is there.

You mean, rather than here?

Boss, are you setting up Cavre to fail?

If one of this lot killed Antoine, then somewhere between Bar Lorraine and Rue Garance, there will be CCTV of them following him.

I asked Cavre to look for it, but he preferred to arrest some art thieves.

And you want us to keep looking at the CCTV?

Cavre will now pressure the gang until the one with the most to lose, probably Branchu, cracks and implicates one of the others, probably Mila.

You think he'll be lying?

I don't think anything.

Don't forget to photograph the funeral.

Mm.

(birds chirping) (exhales) (mutters): Oh, jeez.

(sighs) (engine stops, car door opens and closes) GAUTIER: Sophie?

What's happened?

What does it look like?

The old girl's finally given up the ghost and I've got to be in Montmirail in 20 minutes.

Well, I'll, uh, I'll give you a lift.

We can call the garage on the way.

No, it, it's all right, Sebastian, I'm calling a taxi.

Oh, please, I insist.

(exhales) Thank you.

(exhales) Uh, where in Montmirail?

The bank.

♪ ♪ (clears throat) (door closes) After Bar Lorraine, you, Branchu, and Sovran went for another drink at Bar Félice.

I don't remember anything about him.

(interrogations continue in background) LAPOINTE: Let's go back to the Bar Lorraine.

LUCAS: So far, they're alibiing each other.

But Cavre's doing well: Branchu's fidgety.

He could turn on Mila.

Mila's clothes match the killer's, he had a knife, he threatened Batille, and he's killed before.

Look, I know you don't agree, but what if Cavre's right?

He's not.

(phone vibrating) LAPOINTE: Can you describe the route you took from Bar Lorraine to Bar Félice?

Excuse me.

(sighs) SOPHIE (on phone): Maigret.

It's Sophie de Saint-Fiacre.

I'm just calling to say sorry.

You don't need to apologize.

SOPHIE: No, no, I do.

You were right about my son.

He was dealing with crooks.

MAIGRET: He was giving valuations on paintings.

That's hardly a crime.

He, he... He was dealing with crooks.

As always, when I need him the most, he causes me the most trouble.

What's wrong?

(exhales) It's probably nothing, but... ...I was on my way to Montmirail this morning.

I had an appointment at the bank.

I had to ask for an extension to the overdraft.

That would be humiliating enough, but then, of course, my car broke down.

Luckily, Gautier, the estate manager, came by, and he offered me a lift.

MAIGRET: Okay.

The way he was dressed, Maigret.

One of his cuff links cost more than my car.

Gautier took over when my father died.

SOPHIE: Yeah, that's right.

You think there's something going on?

I don't know.

What I do know is that Gautier seems to be getting rich from this estate... ...while my family is going under.

MAIGRET: My father didn't get rich, did he?

SOPHIE: No.

No, in fact he worked himself to death for us.

♪ ♪ But as an estate manager, not the best, am I right?

SOPHIE: He made mistakes-- everyone makes mistakes.

What does it matter?

It matters to me.

He thought he'd failed you and Saint-Fiacre.

It was that that killed him as much as any stroke.

That's why I've never been back.

SOPHIE: Your father wasn't a failure.

He was a good estate manager-- he was honorable and loyal.

And I wish he were still alive.

(door opens) I have to go.

(door closes) You should come home, Maigret.

(footsteps approaching) I need to talk to you.

I'm on a case now, but when it's over.

I hope that will be soon.

Babe?

(phone button clicks) Who were you talking to?

Maigret.

The policeman, remember?

He says he's going to come down.

Really?

Why would he?

(drink pouring) Because he knows this place.

And he's someone I can trust, and I don't trust many people around here.

I hope you trust me.

Course I do.

(traffic humming in distance) KERNAVEL: What are you doing up here?

Thinking about Antoine's killer.

Know anything about him yet?

Only that he's out there.

And not downstairs?

The press want a statement about last night's arrest.

The lawyers want access to their clients.

The BRB want to question them.

Cavre wants to keep questioning them.

So, in your opinion, what's our next step?

Yes.

Yes, what?

Have a press conference.

Okay.

But we don't get into the Batille investigation.

We just talk about the robbery.

Is that clear?

Yes.

♪ ♪ (Gautier talking boisterously and indistinctly) (car door closes, engine starts) ♪ ♪ (gasps) (gasps) (whimpers) (breath trembling) ♪ ♪ La Crim developed a lead and the BRB followed it up.

JOURNALIST: But the men you arrested have been questioned at La Crim all day.

So is this an art heist or is this a murder inquiry?

(Cavre murmuring) It's a complex investigation with multiple lines of inquiry.

ZIZOU: But one of those lines is Antoine Batille, correct?

Chief Inspector Maigret is leading the Batille case, and he was present at the arrests last night, so, surely there must be a connection.

CAVRE: Actually, Zizou, it was me and Inspector Grosjean that made the arrests, not Maigret.

We're actually just interested in the motive for Batille's murder.

So Batille was known to the thieves?

We don't want to speculate.

Chief Inspector Maigret, can you tell us if you're pursuing any other inquiries in the Batille case?

Thanks to the excellent work of my colleagues, we are close to identifying Batille's killer.

All lines of inquiry still remain open.

But is it one of the men that you arrested last night?

You can tell us that, surely.

All I can say is, we're not looking anywhere else.

That's all for now-- thank you.

Chief Inspector Maigret, could you tell us anything about the man?

Just anything, in general?

That he's a coward.

He hid in the dark and stabbed an innocent boy in the back.

That is all.

Thank you, everyone.

(journalists talking) (softly): I told you not to mention Batille.

What on Earth are you doing?

MAIGRET: Laying bait.

Bit of a risk, telling the killer you've caught him when you haven't.

He's got to you, hasn't he?

Because of Antoine.

I don't usually spend time with the victims, but I did with him.

40 hours-- I liked him.

Why?

He was unafraid, he had charm.

And now he's dead.

Yeah, someone crossed the line.

Sorry, do you mind?

I just want to see what Zizou's going to say.

...the case of Antoine Batille.

Who's Zizou?

MAIGRET: Journalist.

Knows more about crime in Paris than most police.

Surprise, surprise!

A rich kid gets stabbed, and then the entire resources of La Crim and BRB are thrown at the case, so of course they're going to find out who the killer is.

What do you mean, he, he crossed the line?

(TV continues) He killed deliberately and at random.

He crossed the line.

I want your angry rants.

He removed himself from the, uh... So, the first caller... ...the community of men.

WOMAN (on TV): Crime's through the roof there.

Has he killed before?

ZIZOU: Actually, I'm from that area.

I don't know.

LOUISE: Will he kill again?

Thank you very much for your call.

Next caller, please, who's on line three-- what do you think about the performance of the police?

BERCY (on TV): I think Chief Inspector Maigret doesn't know what he's talking about.

It's disappointing.

What do you mean by that, "disappointing"?

BERCY: I've followed his work-- I'm disappointed.

ZIZOU: Why?

(Bercy inhales) (line clicks) Hello?

He's clearly hung up-- okay, so, keep your calls coming in.

You know, this just goes to show, you know, Antoine Batille is really getting people fired up.

♪ ♪ ZIZOU: So when you really think about, start thinking about all of the crimes that are happening in Paris right now, I mean, where is safe?

(TV audio fades) ♪ ♪ (phone vibrating) Sophie?

SOPHIE (panting): Maigret, I'm in trouble.

Janos, my boyfriend, I, I thought I could trust him.

What's he done?

He said he disliked Gautier, but then I saw them together, talking, laughing.

They're conspiring against me.

You don't know that.

SOPHIE: Don't I?

I told you, I asked the bank for an extension to the overdraft.

Well, I didn't get it.

Guess who the bank manager was who refused it?

Gautier's daughter.

Your father warned me about Gautier, and I didn't listen to him.

Maigret, now, you have to come home before it's too late.

Sophie, I... I'm ill, Maigret.

My heart.

I've been taking medication, but I seem to be getting worse, not better.

I think Gautier was just waiting for me to die, but... He's getting impatient.

He wants it all.

You have to come home.

I will come home, but I can't right now.

But it has to be now!

(exhales): I can't, I'm sorry.

Then damn you!

You're weak, just like your father was weak!

(call ends) Well!

She sounds paranoid.

If you're worried, you could call the local police.

The local police won't do anything.

This is about you and your father.

She knows that-- she's using it.

I know.

She's also alone and scared.

You're not seriously considering... You've just challenged a killer.

You can't leave Paris.

The killer won't do anything, not yet.

You don't know that.

He'll go to Batille's funeral.

He's living with the last death, not thinking about the next one.

I have time.

Maigret, you are rolling the dice.

Yes, I am rolling the dice.

After my mother died, Sophie was like a mother to me.

If something happened to her, I would not forgive myself.

You once said I had peace to make in Saint-Fiacre.

Maybe this is how I do it.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (handbrake engages) (engine stops) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ You're charging someone in the murder?

Yes, but not the killer.

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

You're playing a dangerous game, boss.

Is Maigret any closer to identifying the real killer?

Stick around.

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