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Move over, Sam.

Okay, get ready.

Boss, we've got a problem out here.

So deal with it, LaPointe.

Sorry, this is way out of my league.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Maigret ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Woo-hoo.

Excruciating, but thank you.

Blow out the candles.

Only five?

That's all I could find at home.

It's your emotional age, dear.

-Fine. -Uh, make a wish.

Woo. Hey.

Right. Get us some of that cake, quick.

There you go. Cut up the corpse.

Mm.

No, thank you. No, merci, guys.

Boss, boss, boss.

You're murdering it, mate.

All right, leave it to the pros.

Woo.

Someone's gonna get a weird cut of cake

for their steep.

Champagne, anyone?

-Happy birthday, boss. -Thank you, Lucas.

And for the cake.

Delicious cake, Andrea.

Here, eat.

Got to go in a sec.

It's good of you to come.

You know I like seeing you embarrassed.

You don't get off till late,

but I booked Pierre's for a birthday supper.

That's not too late now you're an old man.

-Think I can manage. -Yeah, hold please.

Boss, the Bank of Ansan at Place Pasteur

just got a bomb threat.

So? We're not the bomb squad.

Bomb squad's on its way,

but there's a Champions League match

at Parc des Princes.

They need manpower to secure the area.

Okay, Lucas, you hold the fort. Janvier, LaPointe, with me.

Yeah, Maigret's team on the way.

Sorry, my love.

-See you later. -Bye.

They need to move all those people further back.

Make it happen.

Keep moving, please.

Sure. Here you go.

For your own safety, keep moving.

Thank you very much.

We need you behind the line here, please.

Thank you.

Lucas said the threat was delivered by

courier 30 minutes ago.

"Divest in big oil, or we blow you sky-high."

Eco terrorism. They want publicity.

Could be streaming in real time.

Here's the bomb squad.

Boss.

Lucas, LaPointe.

We're following a young woman, blonde hair, 1.7 meters,

print dress, denim jacket, pink backpack.

Cover all exits to the square. I'm taking Rue Saint Celeste.

Roger that. Do we arrest?

Negative. Follow and observe.

It's Lucas, La Crim.

Have you got a drone over Place Pasteur?

Great. Can you give me access to your feed?

Thanks. Putting you on speaker.

Feed should be with you now.

We're tracking a suspect

heading north on Rue Saint-Céleste.

Drone tracking west.

She's heading north on Rue Saint-Benoît.

She's turned onto Rue de I'Université.

Got her.

She's crossing Rue de Sèvres, heading to the Seine.

She's stopped by the river.

I see her.

She really loves that backpack.

Boss, we could distract her, do a switch.

We don't know it's the bomb.

Okay, got it.

Boss, the bomb squad just finished their

sweep of the bank.

They didn't find any trace of any bomb.

It's got to be in the backpack.

Do it.

How much for this?

I'm so sorry, sorry to interrupt,

but do you know where Bardi Bolon is?

I'm quite lost.

I'm in a conversation. I can't.

-Oh, I'm so sorry. -Good work.

-Take her to the bomb squad. -Thank you.

No. Please, don't hang up. Don't you dare.

Let's wrap her up nicely.

Gentle.

You took my bag. Give it back.

We can't do that.

What did I ever do to you?

-How can you be so cruel? -Take it easy.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

Please.

We're not gonna harm you.

You already have.

Now you'll know what it feels like.

The victim had no ID.

She threw her phone into the Seine.

Without a phone number, we can't recover a call history.

Divers are searching the river but even if they find the phone,

the chances of data surviving are slim.

Did the backpack have a bomb or explosives of any kind?

-No. -Then what was in it?

Clothes.

Um, a man's suit.

LaPonte's taken it to the crime lab.

So what actually connects this woman

to the bomb threat at the bank?

Actually connects?

Not a lot.

But you believe there's a connection.

Yes.

Then what's your next move?

Uh, ID her.

Run her face through databases for climate protesters,

animal rights groups, the Gilets Jaunes.

If it fails, we'll go public.

Torrance is in Marseille already?

Oh, yeah. He's chasing drug lords.

Or sunbathing on a beach.

You haven't got a replacement yet.

It's your birthday, Maigret?

It is.

Happy birthday.

Thank you, Madame Prosecutor.

Let me know when you have an ID.

Ah, here he is.

The man who saved Paris from being blown up by a suit.

-What can you tell me about it? -It's a man's suit.

Not in the mood, Moers.

LaPointe only brought it in an hour ago.

What do you expect?

It's a high street brand.

Fashionable about ten years ago. Around 15,000 sold.

Nothing in the pockets.

But on the front and sleeves, extensive staining.

Staining which I suspect is...

Blood. Whoever wore this was murdered?

Don't know.

Don't know if it's his blood or her blood,

or even if it's human blood.

Find out.

The gun, where is it from? Has it been used before?

Chase ballistics.

And the young woman. We don't have an ID.

See what you can find from the body.

What's the magic word?

Quickly?

Um, boss.

-I'm sorry. -What for?

The idea to switch backpacks.

And what if there had been a bomb in it?

-Yeah, but there wasn't. -But what if there had been?

It was the right move, Karim.

What happened next was not your fault.

Get back to the Judiciare, work on the ID.

Footage of today's shocking suicide

by the Seine in Paris.

The identity of the victim has not yet been released.

Chief Inspector Maigret

was the last person to speak to the victim,

but both he and the prosecutor's office

have remained tight-lipped as to why the dead woman

was the target of a police operation.

Maigret,

you looking for me?

Afraid not.

One sec.

I'm here to look at a corpse.

Suicide by the Seine.

-You were there? -Right there.

Are you all right?

No, but better than she is.

-Mind if I come with you? -No.

You don't have gloves, a mask.

Do you know why she did it?

Because I took her backpack.

She said, "How can you be so cruel?"

Then she said, "Now you'll know what it feels like."

Then she shot herself.

Oh, come on. I just want to say hello to the old rascal.

But I told you, Dr. Paul isn't here.

Then tell me when you expect him.

So sorry. Didn't know anyone was here.

Chief Inspector. Are you looking for Dr. Paul?

No, I just wanted to check something.

Thank you.

Better get back to work.

Right. I'll be fine.

Chief Inspector.

Let me assure you,

I don't normally barge in like that.

I was checking up on one of my customers.

I sell this hospital a lot of its equipment,

so it's a point of honor for me to ensure

that everything is functioning as it should.

I'll tell Dr. Paul you were asking for him.

Do you have a business card?

Yeah. I do.

There you are, Nurse.

Medical Supplies. Claude Van Damme.

Just like the movie star.

Only I'm not Belgian, and he's not Black.

Goodbye. My apologies again.

What's this?

-Why did... -Because I think he knew her.

Thanks.

-I'll see you later. -Mm-hmm.

Lucas.

I'll come down.

Front desk.

A woman showed up, says she knows who our girl is.

-Hi, I'm Andrea Lucas. -Isabelle Jeunet.

I probably should've called first, but I...

Oh, please don't worry.

You say you know the young woman

who was on the news?

Yes. I believe so. Yes.

She is my daughter,

Adeline.

Um, please, Madame Jeunet, sit down.

Is it true what they say on the news, that she...

shot herself?

I'm afraid so.

Yeah.

Can you tell me when you last saw her?

Ten years ago.

We were estranged. She cut off all contact with me.

What about her father?

He left us before her first birthday.

Why did she cut off contact?

It's... It's complicated.

We weren't well-off.

I'm a concierge in the 13th, but Adeline had brains.

She did well at school.

She got a place at the University

of Paris-Champigny to study molecular biology.

You must have been so proud of her.

Very proud.

But at university, she got caught up in politics,

environmental stuff,

animal rights, campaigns, protests.

Uh, she spent more time on that than on her studies.

I told her she was wasting her talents,

and we fought.

I said things I can never unsay.

That's why she cut off contact.

Do you know where she may have been living or working?

I don't know anything. It's been ten years of silence.

Except for...

these.

They... They come every year.

Always the same message.

"Happy birthday, Mum."

"Adeline."

Um...

We need someone to identify Adeline's body.

Can you do that for us?

Yeah.

Thank you.

We're not open yet.

Did you hear me?

We're not open.

-Just want a drink. -Then come back at 7:00.

Do you want me to get my husband?

Please.

Lucille, go and get Daddy.

For the crepes Suzette.

They any good?

Come back at 7:00 and find out.

Chief Inspector.

-How'd you find us? -I followed you.

It's all right, I bumped into Chief Inspector

earlier today.

Please, let me get you a drink.

It's very kind.

Calvados.

It's my, uh, wife's place, actually.

I bought it for her two years ago.

It's, uh, a dream we'd always had.

Buy a little place, do it up.

Thirsty old day?

Another?

We're not trying for Michelin stars

or anything like that,

just good old simple French food.

A typical neighborhood bistro.

Of course, with my work,

I'm on the road a lot, but my heart is...

Why would anyone do that?

It's my birthday.

Happy birthday.

Is she your daughter?

Yes.

That's Adeline.

No, please.

This will have to be the last one, Chief Inspector.

I need to help my wife.

Of course. Don't let me keep you.

Oh!

We know who she is now.

Who is?

The woman who shot herself.

Let's drink to her.

We know who she is, but do you?

You went to the morgue to look at her body, so do you...

know who she is?

I was checking up on one of my customers.

I don't know anything.

Daddy?

Mummy says you have to come.

Okay.

Go and help your wife,

Claude Van Damme, like the movie star.

Next time, drinks are on me.

Hmm...

-You look amazing. -Do I?

-Did you talk to Van Damme? -I did.

You were right. He does know the dead woman.

He was scared, so I scared him some more.

Anyway,

I'll just have a quick shower, and then we can go.

Now you'll know what it feels like.

Why don't we stay in?

-What about dinner? -It's your birthday.

Pierre said he'd deliver.

I'm here.

Forget about her.

Maigret.

Yes, I am, sir.

You serious?

Yes, sir.

We now have a name, Adeline Jeunet.

What we don't have

is a work or home address or a phone number,

like she was living off-grid.

So, boss wants us to focus on her connections

at University Paris-Champigny.

Why? And where is he, anyway?

In a meeting.

Adeline's mom said she threw away a brilliant career

because she got involved in student politics,

mainly environmental stuff.

Now, the bomb threat was about Big Oil,

so we've started at the bank

to see if anyone there went to university with Adeline.

But we don't even know if she sent the bomb threat.

Nonetheless, that's where we start.

-Anything on the gun? -Dead end.

Serial number was soldered off. No ballistics record.

What about the phone?

Divers are still searching the river.

Okay then.

This guy showed up at the morgue last night.

Claude Van Damme.

Boss thinks he knew Adeline, wants us to background him.

Lucas.

I know where your suicide worked.

Okay.

She had talcum ingrained under her fingernails,

which implies frequent use of latex gloves.

Also in her hair,

traces of carbon combined with cardiolipin,

lecithin, and cholesterol.

It's a carbon antigen reagent.

Yeah, don't ask me how I know this,

but isn't that a test for syphilis?

Surprising, Sergeant Lucas, but correct.

-So what, Adeline had syphilis? -Latex gloves, Detective.

She worked in an STD clinic.

Okay, so we just have to phone around.

Way ahead of you.

It's a public health clinic in Saint-Denis,

but Adeline hasn't turned up for the last week,

so they gave me a home address,

which I've just forwarded to you.

Any other mysteries I can sol...

Saint-Denis's a tough neighborhood.

Maybe she bought the gun for self-protection.

Or maybe she was a nutcase.

LaPointe, that's Adeline's address.

Get out there.

Seal off the apartment, room, whatever it is.

Call crime scenes.

But why can't I go?

Because me and you are gonna work on Adeline connections.

Who at the Banque de Vincent

was at university the same time as her?

-I'll take A to M. -Exciting.

Please, I'm not going to harm you.

You already have.

Chief Inspector Maigret?

Inspector Bonfils, come in.

Please, take a seat.

-Carve. -Maigret.

First, let me say, your reputation precedes you.

It's a pleasure to meet you at last.

Yes, well, reputations aside,

yesterday's horrific shooting has become a viral sensation.

This unit, the Inspection générale des services,

has been asked by the prosecutor's office

to investigate the decisions that led up to it.

We may interview other members of your team,

but as chef de section,

your input is obviously the most important.

If you'd like a lawyer or a union representative...

It won't be necessary.

I'll take it from here. Thanks.

This is Karim LaPointe on the scene.

One-room apartment, single bed,

a desk, typewriter.

Typewriter.

Uh, a wallet with ID, Metro card, and 40 euros.

She left home with no ID, an illegal gun,

and a backpack with a suit.

Misty mountains

and a photo of a church.

"Stop allowing cruelty to animals."

"Stop investing in Big Oil, or we will blow up."

She did send the bomb threat.

Burned money.

More money.

Lots of money.

So, having decided Adeline Jeunet

was connected to the threat,

you also decided she was carrying the bomb?

The bomb squad had found nothing at the bank.

Given the way she was carrying the backpack,

it seemed possible.

So you decided to swap the backpack.

That was your idea.

Yes.

If it was a bomb, it was a bit of a risk, wasn't it?

She was agitated in a public place.

It made sense to get the bomb

as far away from her as possible.

But wouldn't it have made more sense

to just de-escalate the situation?

You removed a bomb that wasn't a bomb,

and then she threatened everybody with a gun.

I didn't know she had a gun.

You thought she had a bomb.

Shouldn't you have anticipated that she had a gun?

I should have, yes.

Do you admit

that it would've been better to do nothing,

to follow and observe

and wait for the right opportunity

to make your move?

Yes, it would have been better.

Thank you. That'll be all for now.

What's going on, boss?

IGDS have some questions about yesterday.

They may want to speak to you, too.

Who's running it?

Inspector George Bonfils and Cavre.

-Oh. -Any news?

Yeah. Thanks to Moers, we know where Adeline lived.

LaPointe's there now.

He said she had nearly a quarter of a million euros

in cash under her mattress,

plus rough drafts of the bomb threat.

And we found a connection between Adeline and the bank.

A Genevieve Bellewaere,

vice president of futures, whatever that is,

was at University Paris-Champigny

at the same time,

and like Adeline, she was a scientist.

Do you want to interview her?

No, you do it. I'm going to Adeline's.

Can I offer you anything to drink?

We're fine, thank you.

I suppose you're here about that poor woman.

I saw on the news,

she was at Paris Champagne at the same time as me.

-Do you know her? -No.

We were both science majors,

but I was studying astronomy, a different field entirely.

And now you work in a bank.

There's not a lot of openings for astronomers.

After three years of rejection,

I finally swallowed my pride

and applied for a job at the Banque de Vincent.

My father used to work here.

That opened doors for me, but I'm good at it, so...

I may have met Adeline, but if I did,

I don't remember her, so I'm afraid I can't help you.

I suppose you'll be speaking to the other people at the bank.

The other people?

Who were at Paris Champagne

at the same time as me and Adeline.

Bertrand Fauve in Singapore,

and Lara Beelenberg in our Madrid office,

plus phone numbers and email addresses.

That was just a quick search. I'm sure there may be others.

You're taking a lot of interest in this.

Someone threatens to blow up where you work,

you tend to take an interest.

Thank you for talking to us.

Janvier.

I think I left my phone in her office.

I've got to go.

-Excuse me. -I'm so sorry.

I think I left my phone.

Thanks.

There.

Silly me. I'd lose my head if it wasn't screwed on.

-Sorry again. -No problem.

Is everything okay?

Uh, ha.

It's Genevieve.

The police were just here.

-Of course, about Adeline. -You recorded her.

I said I knew nothing about her.

Yeah, they bought it.

They're not exactly rocket scientists.

Charming.

And that's the line, Claude.

We know nothing.

No more stupid drinking games with that chief inspector.

Got to go.

Claude.

Claude Van Damme, the man in the morgue.

They both knew Adeline. Brilliant, Janvier.

What gave you the idea?

She was so cool, except for this.

I notice wedding rings.

How much?

Burned, maybe 30 grand.

Unburned,

two hundred and fifteen grand.

-Nearly quarter of a mil. -Any idea where it came from?

Is it stolen? Borrowed?

Won at the races?

I don't know.

Did she use the threats to extort money

from other banks or businesses?

Don't know.

So did she extort it from individuals?

-Some kind of blackmail? -I don't know, boss.

Nothing about this woman makes any sense.

What's this?

-That's a church. -Thank you.

Find out, what is it? Where is it? Why is it?

-You think it's... -I don't think anything.

Lucas.

Good. I'll talk to Kernavel.

I'll do my best, Maigret, but it'll be a stretch.

Dominique, Sergeant Lucas

should've sent over a couple of names.

Madame Prosecutor, you have a visitor.

Director Guichard.

-This is a surprise. -A pleasant one, I hope.

-Maigret. -Sir.

So what are you two plotting?

I want a warrant for the bank accounts

of two individuals in the Adeline Jeunet case:

Genevieve Belvoir and Claude Van Damme.

Why?

Adeline earned barely above the minimum wage,

but she had nearly quarter of a million

in cash in her apartment.

And you suspect it came from these two individuals?

Yes.

They were both at university with her,

but they deny knowing her.

And La Crim recorded a phone call

showing that they're coordinating their denials.

So your theory is that Adeline had something on them

and was blackmailing them?

Yes. We can't think of any other source for the money.

Do they have criminal records?

They don't.

Well,

it's not my business to tell a prosecutor

how to conduct a case,

but as you said just two seconds ago,

Mathilde, it's a bit of a stretch.

Maybe.

If the judge refuses the warrant,

then that'll be the end of it.

So you want to find out

if Van Damme and Belvoir were

giving Adeline Jeunet all this cash,

and then to question them as to why?

Yes, sir.

There is a different why, you know.

Why investigate this at all?

Because a young woman died.

By her own hand. Suicide isn't a crime.

And because there are unanswered questions.

Why the bomb threat, the bloody suit,

the illegal gun, the fortune in her apartment?

Why?

It's a fascinating mystery, I agree, Maigret.

But is it a criminal case?

Something bad happened in the past,

and these two people know what it is.

Something bad happened in the present.

A woman shot herself in broad daylight,

and the media are suggesting she was driven to it

by heavy-handed police tactics,

and now you want to go after two seemingly respectable citizens.

Look, I promoted you, Maigret, so I will support you.

You want to continue this investigation,

I won't interfere.

I'd like to speak to Mathilde now.

Thank you, sir.

Madame Prosecutor.

You do know he's being investigated

by the Inspection Generale des Services

for his role in yesterday's debacle?

Your bosses requested it.

This case is becoming an embarrassment.

People are covering their backs.

Is that what you're doing, Xavier?

Me? No.

My back is armor-plated.

But I am concerned about him.

He's become a law unto himself.

He has his idiosyncrasies,

but he's an exceptional investigator.

I agree. Exceptional.

There are two entities,

they work well together on the whole, don't you think?

Investigation, prosecution,

two sides of the same coin, but separate.

-If you say so. -I do say so.

I would also like to suggest

that you are less supportive of what you call, um,

well, Maigret's idiosyncrasies.

I don't know what you mean.

I say this as a friend, Mathilde.

You're too close to him.

It can affect your judgment.

It has been noticed, especially by your colleagues.

Well, this is absurd. Which colleagues?

Oh, come on. I can hardly name names.

Well, thank you for telling me,

and thank you for coming to see me.

My pleasure.

Oh, what about the, um, warrants for those two bank accounts?

As you said, how I run a case is none of your business.

Maigret.

Right.

Thanks for trying.

Yeah. Good night.

Kernavel,

the judge refused the warrants on the bank account.

You should go home.

We'll talk about next steps in the morning.

Mm.

You heard him. Back here first thing.

-You too, LaPointe. -Yep.

In a minute.

Smells good.

Guinea fowl and pastry.

My favorite.

Should I open this?

Yeah.

How was your day?

We didn't get the warrant we need.

Mm.

So, still have no idea why Adeline Jeunet did what she did.

I'm afraid people kill themselves all the time,

Maigret.

Half the patients on my ward are on suicide watch.

What if she just wasn't well, in her head?

Well, I mean, she wasn't.

-She was burning money. -What?

-How much money? -Thousands of euros.

Money I believe, but can't prove,

was a result of blackmail.

Money is hard to burn.

You need an incinerator or a flamethrower.

-She had matches. -Mm.

She kneels in front of her stove,

lighting match after match, burning 200-euro notes.

Like I said, not well.

I know what it feels like.

She was suffering, and I pushed her over the edge.

Maigret, you cannot blame yourself.

She must have been under intolerable pressure.

Hey, sit.

Let's eat.

Hello?

Earth to Maigret.

Intolerable pressure.

Yes, I shall apply some intolerable pressure of my own.

Forgive me, my love, I have to go out.

I won't be long.

I thought you left.

But I have returned. I can't get her out of my head.

I want to check the serial numbers

of those bank notes, see if there are any sequences,

which could mean they came from bank ATMs,

which could mean cameras.

Which could mean faces. Good idea.

What are you doing?

Photo from Adeline's apartment.

Boss asked me to look at it.

And?

It's the Church of Saint-Pholien in Louveciennes,

about 20k's east of Paris.

-And? -And nothing.

So, I'm cross-checking it against local crime reports.

Adeline only cared about two things,

a blood-stained suit,

and a photo of a church, so maybe they connect.

But I've gone back eight years, and like I said, nothing.

Huh.

Looking for someone?

Janvier and LaPointe.

-Hey. -Hey.

What are you doing here?

Uh, I kind of miss the place, to be honest, and

you guys, obviously.

So, uh, who got my desk?

Good. That's good.

How's it going with you?

You know, same old.

It's good to see you guys.

Don't work too hard.

Janvier.

The hanged man of Saint-Pholien.

Bloody hell, another suicide.

Clever little LaPointe.

No, we're closed.

Just one drink.

On me.

-And one for you. -I don't want one.

Come on. Be a pal.

Look, I've told you everything I know.

If you come around here again,

I'm gonna report you for harassment.

Good for you. Cheers.

Did Genevieve tell you to say that?

Who's Genevieve?

Yeah, they bought it.

They're not exactly rocket scientists.

And that's the line, Claude. We know nothing.

No more stupid drinking games with the chief inspector.

Got to go.

That's Genevieve.

Genevieve Belvoir.

You know each other,

just like you knew Adeline Jeunet.

She was blackmailing you, wasn't she?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Must've been for something pretty bad,

because she got quarter of a million euros out of you.

Do you know what she was doing with that money?

Burning it.

Why would she do that?

Get hold of all that cash and then burn it.

Why are you doing this? Hm?

Can't you see you're upsetting my wife?

Adeline was so upset, she blew her brains out.

That's what I call upset.

Just before she did it, she said to me,

"Now you'll know what it feels like."

What does she mean?

What did you do?

-Whose blood is on that suit? -Get out!

I'm going.

But I'll be back tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.

Yes?

Boss, we found out why

Adeline Jeunet kept a photo of the church.

Why?

It's the Church of Saint-Pholien in Louven.

Ten years ago, a man named Emile Klein,

hanged himself from the church door.

Okay, but how does he connect to Adeline?

His last job was working in the science department

at the University of Paris-Champigny.

At the same time as Adeline Jeunet.

He must've known her.

Boss? You hear that?

Boss?

Are you okay?

Boss?