All language subtitles for Maigret s01e03 Maigrets Failure 1

My daughter's missing.

Call Chief Inspector Maycrate. The girl
you can't find.

You must be as bad a detective as your
father was at running the state.

He and I grew up in the same village. He
wants to renew an old grudge. Some

others have been receiving death
threats. I would like you to investigate

Tremor has an instinct for people's
weaknesses.

Next time, be more careful.

Where are you going?

To find out who wants to kill a
billionaire.

Mass is in 15 minutes.

I need something to eat.

Now? Yes.

Then I'll wait, Felix.

You too.

Email's to write.

Hurry up.

Clean up and go.

Selene. To that loser Roger Guyardin.

The midnight deadline has passed.

My offer will now go down by five
million euros every 24 hours

So

Dr. Klein confirmed tomorrow morning.

You'll be there?

See the heartbeat?

I will not miss it for a while.

Yes, Lucas.

Are you near a TV, boss?

Do I have to be?

Yes. A reporter ambushed Leila's
parents.

They're talking.

How worried are you for Leila?

Worried? Well, she's been missing for
more than three days.

Do the police have any leads?

No. I mean, they're working hard, but
it's just another job for them.

For us, our whole world's been ripped
apart. Our baby is gone.

What more would you like to see being
done?

The police are doing the best they can,
but Leila's brought joy to so many

people. If anyone knows anything or has
seen anything, please just tell us or

tell the police. Christ, we're going to
be swamped. Please call Chief Inspector

Maygrate at the police judiciary or
leave a message on our Where Is Leila

Facebook page that we've set up and
we'll pass on the message to the police.

We need your help.

Thank you.

I'll come in.

Jean -Pierre is already outside.

You still don't know what happened?

No.

Are you worried?

Yes.

Leila Leone three days ago. The police
have no leads.

So the mystery deepens, as do the fears
of her parents and her thousandth band.

Chief Inspector Magret.

My boss wants to talk to you.

Don't you know where I live?

If Monsieur Fumar wants someone, he
finds them.

Tell him to find his local police
station and talk to them.

What was that about?

Layla fans, can I run a talk with them
over?

Not today.

What

idiot

let them in here?

Don't just type, go there.

Yeah, just by the border.

I have your number, thank you.

Someone saw Leila near the Spanish
border last night.

20th tip this morning.

Let her go to voicemail. The punk cover
up over here.

Toros, you too.

We've got all we need. Come here.

He's going to see you out. Let's go
through what we know so far.

Relationships outside the family.

No boyfriend, no girlfriend, no close
friends. In her latest video, she was

advocating celibacy.

Oh, welcome to the club.

That's a surprise.

What about relationships at work?

Same picture. She doesn't have any.

Work is just her and her friends.

Mum and Dad handle the business side.

So, unfortunately, Mum and Dad are
right.

She's been missing three days. We don't
have a single lead.

No, we haven't. Dozens of leads. By the
end of the day, we're going to have

hundreds of leads. We don't have the
manpower to follow them all up.

She could be kidnapped.

She could be murdered.

Or she could be faking it.

Layla was a mid -range influencer with
about 600 ,000 followers.

But she was losing followers and
sponsors.

Now, however, the Where Is Layla
Facebook page her parents set up has had

million hits.

So, this is just a publicity stunt?

No, as far as we're concerned, she's
still a missing kid.

And we'll put everything we have into
finding her.

Madam Prosecutor, we've got no news as
yet.

And the fact that Leila's parents have
decided to go public... I'm sorry, I'm

not here about Leila.

Can you come with me, Chief Inspector?

Put all calls through to voicemail. Go
through them at the end of the day. Get

back out there. Go to all the places
where Leila was last seen. Ask

We've done that. Then we do it again.

What did she say? What was her
appearance? What was her mood?

The point?

Look at the parents.

What do you mean? What do you mean, what
do I mean?

You're the one who suggested it might be
a put -up job.

Look at them.

Minister. Chief Inspector Mabry.

Chief Inspector.

Give me two minutes.

I apologise for pulling you away from
your work.

Mathilde says you have your hands full
with this influencer girl.

We do.

Mathilde Vermael called me.

He said he tried to talk to you this
morning.

His driver did.

Who is he?

The owner of Vermael .co, the retail
billionaire.

Surely you've heard of him.

I'm not a big shopper.

Vermael has been receiving death
threats. I would like you to investigate

My unit doesn't investigate threats,
Madam Minister.

If he gets killed, then we'll
investigate.

Very great. This is not how you... We're
killed.

It's all right.

Falal has many friends in the media.

If these threats turn out to be real or,
God forbid, are acted on, a vast amount

of government and police time will have
to be spent investigating them.

I'm asking you to nip that in the bud.

Find out what's going on.

For Marla's a bully.

Matilde tells me you can't be bullied.

I'm asking you as a personal favor.

Go and see him.

I don't need to.

He's just showed up at my office.

Minister.

I'll deal with him.

Even scruffier than you used to be.

Fumar.

Ferdinand Fumar.

Correct. Or as you used to call me,
Fatty Fumar.

Oink, oink.

The butcher's son from Saint -Fiacre.

And you, the estate manager's son, well.

Look at me now.

Look at you.

And, uh, the girl you can't find.

Did the minister give you an earful?

No, she told me to speak to you.

Did she tell you who I was?

Some sort of businessman.

Some sort.

I have revolutionized food retail in
France. I've built an M .I. Getting

threats?

Yes.

Messages.

I'm going to cut you up.

You're going to die.

You don't know who's sending them?

No.

Does anyone bear you a grudge right now?
Roger Guyadin.

I'm buying his business and he hates me.

What, enough to want to kill you?

Well, he's weak. He could be desperate.

I need to see the messages.

Take a look around your home and
offices.

Interview your staff.

I have dozens of officers and thousands
of staff.

But my headquarters is at my home, at
219 Rue de Corcel.

I'll tell my secretary you're coming.

Do you have family?

A wife.

Children? No children.

Same as you.

Do you have lovers? A mistress?

None of your business.

You came to me, it is my business.

She isn't.

Talk to my secretary, Celine.

You'll like her.

Most men do.

See you later, Jules.

What are you, the geisha?

Rude.

Boss, you can't get involved with this
jerk. We're already swamped. No choice.

Tell Guy that we want to speak to him.
Don't say why.

Where are you going?

A bar.

Then Rue de Corcel.

Thanks.

Fumar.

Ferdinand Fumar.

Or as you used to call me, Fatty Fumar.

Come on, guys, let's eat.

He'll come down when he's hungry.

Boss.

Look, sorry to interrupt your busy day,
but we might have something on Layla.

Her spinning class was cancelled three
days ago because the instructor, Marcus

Desailly, stopped turning up.

That's Marcus. A couple of people in the
class said that he used to pay a lot of

attention to Leila, flirting, touching,
borderline inappropriate.

They also say that his cell phone number
went dead three days ago, the same day

Leila disappeared.

LePont, find where Marcus lives.

What on earth are you doing?

Concierge wouldn't give me the key.

Didn't believe I was a cop.

Even said my idea was fake, so...
Initiative.

I like it.

Clever little Le Point.

He's a musician.

Paris Conservatoire.

Toothbrush and shaving stuff have gone.

Bed hasn't been slept in.

Anything that might belong to Leila.

What, like a fetish?

No, like she was here.

Actually, I could be right about the
fetish.

Marcus's screensaver was Leila, and his
password is her date of birth.

And this is his photo album.

He was stalking her.

Posted yesterday and arrived today.

Open.

So you was here today?

Well, someone was.

We should get out, put a watch on the
place.

Boss, should we do that?

Yes.

Good idea.

Where are you going?

To find out who wants to kill a
billionaire.

I know who you are. This way.

I'm Celine Board, personal secretary to
Monsieur Fumar.

Death threat.

You're going to die. I'm going to cut
you up. Oh, I left out bastard. That

We checked with our service provider.

The messages came from prepaid burner
phones.

You can't identify the sender.

Nonetheless, I would like the numbers.

You have them.

How many staff live here?

Myself, Victor, who's the mouse driver.

Joseph Goldman, his business manager.

Naomi, Madame Fumar's maid.

Felix, chef.

Do you always wear that coat in this
heat?

How many years have you worked for
Fumar?

Five years.

Is he a good boss?

He's an appalling boss.

How is he appalling?

He is always.

Plus, a few of his own.

Has he abused you?

He once made me strip in front of him.

Why?

He accused me of stealing money from his
safe in his office. I denied it. He

made me strip to prove it.

You could have refused, could have quit.

Well, it was my nice job, my nice
apartment, my...

You

don't like Fumar?

Nobody likes him.

Except perhaps his mistress.

Who's his mistress?

I was told not to say.

So I won't.

Otherwise you'll lose your nice job,
your nice apartment, and your boyfriend

Felix the chef.

You're good.

I, um, blush when I'm caught out.

Also when I lie.

Which is kind of annoying.

Does Fumal know about you and Felix?

Probably. He collects secrets.

Who do you think is threatening him?

Anyone he's ever done business with.

For Monsieur Fumal, a deal is only a
success when the other side is left

in the gutter.

Does that include Roger Guider?

I don't know.

You're the detective.

Look, is there anything else?

I mean, this is fun, but I do have work
to do.

I would like to talk to Madame Fumar.

Well, it's a bit early.

Follow me.

Naomi, uh, this... If Chief Inspector
Magray would like to speak with Madame

Femal.

She's only just had breakfast.

Is she dressed?

Breakfast of champions.

What is it now, Naomi?

My name's May Gray.

Chief Inspector.

Regard criminal.

Has someone killed him?

No.

Someone has sent messages threatening to
kill him.

You don't share a bedroom with your
husband?

I don't share anything with my husband.

Why did you marry him?

Because I wasn't enough with him.

You don't want to hear this.

I do.

If you're willing to tell me.

My father owned a chain of butcher shops
in Brittany that for my whole did.

He was courting me at the same time.

Yeah, he was rich.

And charming.

I was young and pretty.

I thought he loved me.

But he was buying me.

Like I was in a shop.

My father encouraged the match.

He said it would keep us together.

But in less than a year from now, I had
sold the shop, fired the staff, and put

the whole business online.

My father came here to protest.

I heard them arguing in the office.

So I said that my father was a weakling.

That he had...

Taken his business and his daughter at a
knock -down price, and he had never

even put up a fight.

Then he got his thug, Victor, to throw
him out.

Two weeks later, my father had a heart
attack.

I'm sorry.

Why did you stay?

He threatened to cut me off without a
penny and stop paying for the care that

father now needs.

You know, I'm like everybody else in
this house.

I'm trapped by his money.

And by fear.

Monsieur Fumal has got another message.

Look. Look.

The cops won't save you, fat man.

They know about you, so they must be
watching.

Do you know who it is yet?

Maygray, I'm talking to you.

Were the messages sent from the same
number?

No. It was another prepaid burner phone.

Joseph Goldman.

Monsieur Fumar's business manager.

Can I have the number?

Okay, Goldilocks, get out.

You too, creeping Jesus.

I want to have a heart -to -heart with
my childhood friend.

What are you doing?

Sending a number to our crime lab.

There's got to be someone here.

I know they hate me.

They lie to my face and they steal
behind my back.

Do you know that, Ferdinand?

For a fact.

I know they look down their nose at me
because I came from nothing and now I

have everything.

Do I know they steal?

Well, Goldman, insider trades on the
back of every one of my deals.

Celine has been nicking petty cash for
years.

She has 5 ,000 euros rolled up in the
left toe of her Bottega Veneta boots in

her closet, saving up so her and her
boyfriend Felix can buy a bar in Gien.

Felix... over orders for the kitchen,
then flogs the surplus to local

restaurants. My lovely wife is drunk all
day and entertains a gentleman friend

all night.

You didn't find any of this out?

You must be as bad a detective as your
father was at running an estate.

He was good at his job.

He was terrible.

He was about to be fired.

When he had his stroke, saved everyone a
lot of embarrassment.

Strange how our childhood idols fail us
when we learn the truth.

The Countess de Sanfianca, for example,
or Sophie, as she insists I call her.

Yeah.

We're friends.

And the stories I've heard about her...
Dear, oh, dear.

You had a crush on her, didn't you?

I remember how she used to call.

Jules!

Jules!

And you'd come running.

Jules!

Jules!

I don't need you, you creep. Get out.

I'm not scared of this great lunk.

What are you doing?

Making a call.

Lucas, get Inspector Carver to Females.

He's to stay here until I say otherwise.

What about Roger Gaidon?

Have you checked him out yet?

Okay.

Meet me there.

Gaidon's a criminal.

Should have been locked up years ago.

And I can prove it.

One of my detectives will be here soon.

Any news on Leila's binning structure,
Marcus?

No. Parents know nothing.

Friends know nothing.

He's vanished into the same black hole
she has.

We are looking.

Monsieur Gayadin, have you been sending
death threats to Ferdinand Fumar, sir?

I'm sorry, I beg your pardon?

Death threats.

Texts.

You're going to die.

I'm going to cut you up.

No, I haven't.

Do you dislike Monsieur Femal?

Yes. He's a vile human being.

He said you were a criminal.

Of course he did.

He insults me. He bribes, blackmails my
board, bullies my suppliers, and feeds

gossip to the media. My share price was
halved in less than six months.

So why did he say you were a criminal?

I don't need to explain his disgusting
slanders.

Not to you or anyone.

I didn't threaten him.

If I'd wanted him dead, I wouldn't send
messages. I'd just walk up to him and

shoot him in the face.

Thank you for talking to us.

I'm doing detective work for you.

Layla. This is when she broke through.

Age seven.

Lip -syncing to some of her favourite
artists.

It was full of joy.

No wonder people loved her.

Then the brands moved in.

Still lovely.

Still innocent.

Next comes sex.

More pout, less smile.

But she's still in control, still
enjoying herself.

But then there's this.

On the fan sites, they call it the dark
post.

It was made two months ago.

And it was deleted less than a minute
after it was recorded.

But a couple of people managed to save
it.

Hey, guys.

I just wanted to say that only you can
judge you.

Don't be afraid to stand up.

Don't be afraid to be alone.

Love will find you.

Love is waiting.

Life really wasn't fun anymore.

Like, she was trapped, being watched all
the time.

Judged? She was being watched.

By her spinning instructor.

Marcus.

Looks like he was stalking her.

There are more photographs like this?

Lots. Actually like this? Yes.

Why? Seems kind of innocent.

Nice. You what?

You sure?

Okay, okay.

I'm on my way.

Come.

Hello to you too.

I analysed the cell data from the two
numbers used to send the messages.

I also got the locations they were sent
from.

I suspect that, as I will soon
demonstrate, the user did not know that

burner phones can now have GPS, which
reveals their location.

The first threat was sent four days ago,
the second the next day. But in the

same time span, three longer messages to
a journalist's Twitter feed, an online

gossip column, a restaurant critic.

All anonymous, either attacking Roger
Guider or praising Ferdinand Fumal.

has been a total disastrous CEO. The
board should welcome Fumal with open

That pattern continues.

Anonymous threats against Fumal,
anonymous texts praising Fumal,

Guider.

It's weird, but it doesn't
necessarily... Then you add the third

I used Fumal's own phone to track where
he's been for the last four days.

all the same places where he sent
himself the death threats.

Thank you, Merce.

then you have the makings of a highly
profitable private security company.

And you provide the funding for this?

Seriously?

Well, well.

The great detective.

A glass of wine, Chief Inspector?

No. You sure?

Carver says you usually had a couple by
now.

I have some information.

I'd rather tell you privately.

Why? Is Goldman trying to kill me?

He hasn't got the balls.

Well, come on, then. Spit it out.

Our technicians have analysed the phone
numbers used to send the threats.

They have 99 % degree of certainty that
you sent them yourself.

That's rubbish.

Read the analysis.

In my opinion, there is no threat to you
at this time, and I'm withdrawing my

team from your case.

Go on, then. Piss off.

You too, you little sponger.

Hey, he begged us to set him up with a
private security company. He suggested

it. Come on, Co.

Hey, before you scuttle off, do you know
what I'm going to do next?

I'm buying Solfiacra, the chateau.

I made the Countess an offer.

She didn't like it, but she'll take it.

She's up to her ears in debt.

The butcher's boy, owner of Solfiacra.

Made him believe he'd make me a count.

Why did you ask for me, Femal? I saw you
on TV because of the girl you can't

find. So I wanted to see if you were as
good as they say, or if, as your loyal

subordinate says, you'd be promoted too
far, too fast.

That's not the real reason, is it?

No.

No, it's not.

I wanted to see if you were still the
smug little hypocrite you were back

Hypocrite? Pretending to be my friend
and laughing at me up your sleeve.

You were even worse than the others.

I despised you then. I despise you now.

Get out.

Go on.

If a man has an instinct for people's
weaknesses, you let him find yours and

it.

Next time, be more careful.

I'm sorry.

Yes, do you have a view?

Two of Leila's fans just broke into
Marcus's apartment.

Leila's amateur sleuths managed to grab
the little bastards.

How did they get in?

Same way we did.

Asked questions at Leila's ex -bikes
last.

I thought the plan was you and the point
was keep watch.

We were.

Apartment across there.

They were too quick.

Pulled up in an Uber, ran in, bust down
the door before we could stop them.

Trashed the place.

Hope we're not interrupting you, Lupin.

I'm just checking the Where Is Leila
Facebook page.

Yep. Marcus is on it. And his apartment.

Plus, there's a thread.

Why didn't the cops come clean about
Marcus Desai?

This is out of control, boss.

What if one of these hormonal workers
gets the Marcus before we do?

Madam Prosecutor.

I did.

I will.

Seal this place.

Priority is Marcus. We have to find him
before someone else does.

It's fine.

Not a problem. He's with me.

What do you have to say? What did he
tell you?

Many things.

Mainly that you were rude, incompetent
and out of your depth.

And you didn't even find out who was
threatening him.

So that's one thing he didn't tell you.

What? He sent himself the death threats.

Why, for God's sake?

Because he thinks everyone is out to get
him and he wanted police protection.

You mean this was just paranoia?

Partly paranoia.

There is another reason.

He and I grew up in the same village. He
wants to renew an old grudge.

Didn't you think it odd that of all the
detectives at the crime, he asked for

me? And there's a third reason.

He wanted to show he had power over you.

What that is and why, I don't know, and
I don't care.

But I know he collects secrets.

That's how he does business.

Now, Leila Liane has been missing for
nearly four days.

I don't want to waste another minute on
Fumal. Wait.

Is Fumal in danger?

Only in his imagination.

You can trust him, Minister.

All right.

Thank you, Megre.

I need your help.

The Leila case.

Madame Leone?

Prosecutor Carnival. Come in, please.

Monsieur Leone?

Have a seat.

Have you got any news for us? I hoped I
would have news, but due to the

behaviour of some of Leila's fans,
police surveillance of the suspect was

disrupted and... Then Marcus Desai is a
suspect?

We're keen to talk to him to find out
what he knows about Leila. What does it

mean, what he knows?

He knows everything. He was stalking
her.

Possibly.

But because of the fans, his name and
face are all over social media,

your Facebook page.

So finding him will be infinitely
harder. I'm sorry about that, but her

upset. We're upset.

Our daughter... Our daughter's missing.

And the police are doing nothing.

They identified Marcus, didn't they?
Yeah, OK. Is that all you've come for?

To complain about Leila's fans?

No. I would like you to call them off.

What? Like they're dogs?

They're people.

They care about her. And if we don't
call them off, what are you going to do?

I would very reluctantly prosecute you
for obstructing a police investigation.

We've lost that daughter.

And you're threatening us.

You're unbelievable.

Don't touch that.

You've no right to do that. To stop you
filming us without our consent, we

absolutely do.

I'm serious. Call off the fans.

Do you know what the worst -case
scenario is? Yeah.

We sue you.

The worst -case scenario is Layla has
been kidnapped.

And this publicity makes the kidnapper
panic.

That's when kidnaps go wrong.

When we recover the victim not living
but dead.

Please.

Do what Prosecutor Carnival is asking.

Call the fans off.

Sophie de Samphiac?

The Countess.

The Countess.

You'd better call her back. Do you want
her number?

Please.

Sure.

Tuffy.

You've grown up. It happens.

Two Calvados, please.

We'll drink to the memory of your
father.

He and I would always have a Calvados
together when we went through the estate

accounts.

Perhaps that's why they were always so
confused.

Jules, I'm joking.

Your father was always scrupulous.

But theoretically, how many years is it
since we last met? 20 years?

Nearly 20 years.

It's too long.

And in all that time, you've never been
back to San Fiacre?

No.

Thank you.

Your wife sounds nice.

Do you have children?

Not yet.

Though we've just learned she's
pregnant.

That's wonderful news. Now we really do
have something to drink to.

Not just soul time.

To your firstborn.

I wish my son would settle down and get
married. You remember Maurice?

Of course.

Why are we meeting here?

And not in your apartment?

Well, you are the detective.

We're here because I'm selling the Paris
apartment. It's all packing cases and

empty spaces on the wall where paintings
used to hang.

Ferdinand Fumar.

He's why you wanted to see me.

Yes.

He's trying to buy San Fiacre.

You knew?

I worked with him, briefly.

He told me.

When I say trying to buy, it's more like
forcing me to sell and offering me an

insultingly low price.

He said you're in debt.

Things people tell policemen.

Did he also tell you he's blackmailing
me?

That's how he does his deals. He looks
for weaknesses.

Well, he's found mine.

I was not a saint after my husband died.

Some of my ex -lovers have evidence of
my wild years. And for Marl, well, he's

willing to buy it.

For myself, I don't give a damn. But
when I think about Maurice

and the Sanfiakra name, dragged through
the mud by this bully.

Sophie, are you all right?

What I don't understand is how he gets
away with this behavior. How he can

harass and bribe and blackmail.

What do you want me to do?

Stop him.

Are you asking me as police?

I'm asking you as a man.

Come to beg, have you?

The answer's still no.

About us, what?

My help.

Did you help?

No.

Big day tomorrow.

A heartbeat.

Boss, the police were called to Fumar's
house an hour ago.

He's been shot.

At

least

three gunshots and none of you heard
anything.

Lies. The house is full of lies.

I trusted you.

You're doing everything you can.

Where were you last night? Are you
serious?

You're like a jackal. Let others do the
killing and wait for the scraps.

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