Original subtitles

Viewers like you make this program possible.

Support your local PBS station.

Olga?

Help! Help!

Dr Giroux, help!

Dr Giroux, please!

Where are you going, boss?

-Home. -Not yet; You're not.

Director Guichard just phoned.

He wants you to go to an autopsy.

What autopsy?

A young woman, Olga Borysenko. She drowned three weeks ago.

Death was ruled an accident, then lawyers got involved.

Olga's family appealed.

The result was an exhumation, and now an autopsy.

Who was she?

She was the live-in nanny

for a cosmetic surgeon, Armand Giroux.

Her parents found evidence of an inappropriate relationship.

-What, with him? -Yeah.

The lawyers claim Giroux

exploited his power and his profession

to hurry her to her grave.

Why me? Why send me to the autopsy?

Guichard says that Giroux is wealthy and well-connected,

and most likely an innocent target

for unscrupulous ambulance chasers.

He's relying on you to handle this case delicately.

Is there anything I can bring for tonight?

No, I've got everything.

Just bring a bottle of something nice.

Oh, for sure.

Dr. Pardon. Helene.

I was hoping, praying I would find you here.

François, what's wrong?

I have misplaced the prescription you wrote

for me for the Clonazepan,

and I'm about to close the deal of a lifetime,

and I need to be cool,

and I need to be calm, and I'm neither.

-So, please. -All right. All right.

We'll go to my office. I'll see you tonight.

Oh, forgive me, madam. I'm sorry, I forget my manners.

Um, please introduce us.

Louise, a patient of mine, François Lagrange.

-And François, Louise Maigret. -Monsieur Lagrange.

Well, it's Baron, actually, but I don't stand on ceremony.

You may call me François.

You're not related to Detective Maigret,

by any chance?

No, but I am married to him.

What a thing.

I have admired him for years.

I long to speak with him.

You're making dinner.

-Can I come? -What?

Can I come to dinner?

I can express my admiration to him,

and I can tell him my unique situation.

He will find it fascinating.

I'm sorry, we only have food for four.

Then a drink?

Just a quick drink.

Please, you'll be doing me such a favor.

Send me the results, Grace, as soon as you can.

I'm Dr. Armand Giroux.

You must be Chief Inspector Maigret.

-Recognize your face. -You shouldn't be here.

I have visiting privileges at this hospital.

And in the morgue? Why?

Do lots of your patients snuff it?

You've just conducted an autopsy on Olga Borysenko.

-What can you tell me? -Nothing.

-Doctor. -Not doctor, forensic scientist.

Blood and tissue won't be analyzed until tomorrow.

Go away.

Please, can you tell me,

did you find anything unexpected?

Is the fact that Olga Borysenko

was three months pregnant unexpected?

I'd like to talk to you at the Police Judiciaire

at 10:00 tomorrow.

All right?

Yes.

Sorry, Andrea.

I want a watch on his house tonight.

He's rich enough and maybe stupid enough to run.

No problem.

I've never met a plastic surgeon before.

He has lovely skin.

Bye, Moers.

Any chance of a quick game before?

-No. -No, no.

"To Chief Inspector Jules Maigret,

with gratitude and admiration,

from your friends at the FBI."

What is it?

Got to love America.

Some countries would give you a plaque.

They give you a bazooka.

-Is it loaded? -No.

-No ammo. -I hate it.

You should keep it at the Judiciaire, not here.

I will. I'm sorry.

Is this Baron ever going to show up?

-I'm starving. -Yeah, let's not wait.

-If he comes, he comes. -You sure?

-More than sure. -Let's eat.

It's good for you.

Good evening.

I suppose you're here

because Chief Inspector Maigret is worried I might abscond.

Well, there are three reasons in there why I won't.

I will be at the Judiciaire at 10:00 tomorrow.

You don't have to stay.

Sorry, I'm staying.

Then I will ask Martin to bring you some food.

He just showed up in my surgery two years ago.

"I'm Baron Lagrange, but you may call me Francois."

Is he a real Baron?

Well, he says the title came from his father,

but who knows, right?

I mean, he is such a character.

One minute he's closed this billion-euro deal in Dubai,

and the next, he's asking if he can delay paying me for a month.

Why did he want to talk to me?

Honestly,

I'm worried that he might be in trouble.

He was even more twitchy than usual today,

and he's been on anti-anxiety medications

for months now.

What are his symptoms?

Blood pressure spikes, racing pulse, paranoia.

I mean, I'm no shrink,

but I think a lot of it is psychosomatic.

Does he have a family?

His wife died 10 years ago.

Left three children,

who, to his credit, Lagrange has brought up on his own.

Two have left home,

but the youngest, Alain,

who's 15, 16, something like that,

well, he still lives with his dad.

So he's a good father.

A good father, but a troubled man.

Is that why the older children left home?

I don't know,

but you can only imagine

how hard it must've been for him.

-It's rather like my case today. -Mm-hmm.

Doctor, plastic surgeon.

His wife died after giving birth to his third child.

And why is he a case?

Nanny drowned while swimming.

She'd looked after the children for years.

It was ruled an accidental death,

but the girl's family appealed,

demanded an autopsy, got some sharp lawyers, and won.

Come on, man.

And what?

And now it's not an accidental death.

What is it?

Thinking.

All those children without a mother,

and us without a child.

Do you want me to steal one?

Is that the only option?

Helene?

Yes, yeah, we enjoyed it too.

You've got to be joking.

Okay, what's his address?

I don't know you.

Maigret, La Brigade Criminelle.

-Well, now I know we're safe. -You live here?

It's Chief Inspector Maigret.

Maigret.

Helene Pardon said you needed to speak to me.

Said it was

urgent.

[door shuts

-Monsieur Lagrange... -It's Baron.

You may call me François.

You wanted to speak to me.

You invited yourself for a drink.

You didn't show up.

Uh-ah. I was taken poorly.

-I've been sick in my bed. -Helene called this morning.

She said you had something important to say.

She is a witch.

She has been trying to poison me.

That's not true, and you know it.

Then why do I feel worse? Hmm?

Don't think there aren't people

that would be very happy to see me dead.

I move in high circles.

I hear words, and they add up to money.

"Never trust the new broom."

Hmm?

If you know something that I should know,

as police, tell me.

Dr. Pardon cares about you.

She asked me to help you.

She's a gem.

True queen amongst doctors.

So do you have anything to tell me?

Only that they watch me through the walls.

They listen to my heart.

Who are they?

You're one of them. You don't fool me.

You voyeur, you.

Why are your children's photos turned face down?

Because they have betrayed me.

And this one hasn't?

Not Alain.

Not yet.

Don't have children, Maigret.

Not that they will disappoint you,

but that you will inevitably disappoint them.

Wait, I know what you're doing.

You're trying to get me to talk, aren't you?

Hmm? And you're recording it.

Where is it?

Get out. Leave.

Killer!

You fake cop!

Helene?

Maigret.

Yes, I just have.

You want to know my honest opinion?

I think he's taking you for a ride, and me.

Olga Borysenko. So this is our case now?

As of last night, yeah.

The girl's family have accused her boss

of having put a bun in her oven

and bumping her off to avoid a scandal.

While we await blood and tissue analysis

from the autopsy, we will interview Dr. Giroux

and his research assistant, Martin Vignolet...

Chief Inspector.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

I've just come from the Ministry of the Interior.

Deputy Andre Delteil is missing.

Since when?

He had a TV interview at 7:00 a.m., didn't show,

didn't show for a staff meeting at 7:30.

Is this him?

The anti-corruption campaigner.

The new broom, whatever that means.

Yeah.

Delteil's phone was switched off at 10:00 last night.

Last sighting was an Instagram post

from the Champs de Mars nightclub at 10:35.

-You want us to look for him? -Yes.

This is a priority.

Director Guichard has just added a pregnant corpse

to our caseload.

The minister said that Director Guichard

specifically recommended you.

Delteil has many enemies, especially in the government,

so they're keen to avoid even the appearance of a delay.

This is Delteil's brother's number.

He said he can meet you now, just name a place.

Oh.

Can I leave this with you, Maigret?

Huh?

Madame Prosecutor.

Okay.

For a start, what is an anti-corruption campaigner

doing at a strip club?

Lucas, you and LaPointe

go to the Champ de Mars nightclub.

I can't.

I'm being transferred.

-What are you talking about? -That was Guichard.

He's putting me up for a promotion to inspector,

but to make time to study for exams,

I'm being transferred to IGDS.

When?

Today. Now, in fact.

See what I can do. Send the file to my office.

Did you know about this?

Guichard lands two major cases on me,

then cuts off my right hand.

I told you to be careful, didn't I?

What, so this is some kind of punishment,

taking my best detective?

I'm sure he's sending a replacement.

I only want replacements that I choose.

Maigret, I work for the prosecutor's office.

This is not my business.

I'm sorry. Please find Delteil.

Okay.

Lucas, better do what Guichard says.

I will talk to him.

LaPointe, Janvier, go to the nightclub.

What about the Olga Borysenko case?

Fine. Uh

Janvier, you run the Olga case.

Interview Giroux's researchers...

Excuse me, Chief Inspector.

Inspector George Bonfils. You might remember me.

I've been transferred to your section.

-Is there a desk that's free? -That one.

Ah. Thank you.

Hi, George Bonfils.

Uh, can I just say

what an honor it is to be working with you?

Why are you sitting?

Go to the Champ de Mars nightclub.

Interview the management, get hold of the CCTV.

LaPointe will fill you in on the way.

Can I talk to Chief Inspector Maigret?

He's at work.

-How do you know where we... -I asked the neighbor.

Will he be long?

I'm sorry, you really should go to the police Judiciare.

I can't. Please. Okay? It's important.

It's about my father, Baron Lagrange.

-Hey. -Hey, you.

What's happened?

François Lagrange's son's just showed up here.

The youngest one. I think Alain?

What? Why?

To see you. He seems desperate.

My God. This family.

He says he won't or can't go to the Judiciare.

Is there any way you can come home?

I know this is the last thing you need,

but he's just a child, Maigret.

Uh, yeah, in about 20 minutes. I'm meeting someone now.

I'll tell him. Thanks, love.

Chief Inspector.

Pascal Delteil.

-Hope this place is okay. -Oh, it's fine, believe me.

My brother's convinced our offices are bugged.

If not by the Russians, certainly by the French.

When did you last see him?

Yesterday afternoon,

and I spoke to him at 10:00 last night.

He said he was going into a meeting,

he didn't say who with, and turning off his phone.

This meeting was at the Champ de Mars?

Mm-hmm.

Does your brother often switch off his phone

and meet people at nightclubs?

My brother is dedicated in his mission

to getting big business out of politics.

He'll meet anyone, anywhere.

Even in a club owned by a major player

in the gambling business,

with known connections to organized crime?

Look,

even a moral crusader needs a night off now and then.

How do you know he isn't waking up

in a hotel room right now with a bad headache

and a naked woman in bed beside him?

Because he's not that sort of man.

Every man is that sort of man, given the chance.

Well, not him. If he was,

why did I call the police at 8:00 this morning?

Why am I going out of my mind with worry?

Okay.

So, one of his enemies decided to bump him off.

You make it sound ridiculous, but yes,

that is exactly what I am afraid of.

Or kidnap, or some other form of violence.

He has very powerful enemies.

Including in the gambling business.

Especially in the gambling business.

It's been one of his main targets.

Can you name any names?

No, but you know that business

is infiltrated by organized crime.

Has he received any actual threats?

These people aren't stupid.

They rely on rumor, innuendo.

How do you damage an anti-corruption campaigner?

Spread a rumor that he's corrupt.

Can you give me an example of these rumors?

Yes. That Andre has taken money

in exchange for political favors,

and before you ask, it's a damned lie.

I run his finances, so I would know.

So,

he had enemies everywhere, but you can't name names.

You can't show me any actual threats.

Do you have any idea what he was afraid of?

Yes. He was afraid of people like you,

who are so cynical you can't believe

that someone would go into politics to do good.

Well, you can sneer all you want,

but that's who Andre is.

I was told you were the best man to find my brother.

I was clearly told wrong.

I don't sneer,

and I don't judge.

I just ask the questions I have to ask.

And I will find your brother.

But if what you've told me is true,

I'm afraid he's already dead.

There is nothing more dangerous than an incorruptible man.

I'll be in touch.

Call me if you think of anything,

or hear anything.

Hi, love. On my way now.

No, don't worry. He's gone.

He asked to use the bathroom,

and then I went to get the laundry,

and when I came back, he was gone.

Maybe he lost his nerve. Maybe it was nothing.

Sorry.

Not your fault.

His father was also desperate to see me this morning.

When I turned up,

he accused me of being a fake cop and threw me out.

-What a family. -I told Helene.

She said not to worry, so I won't.

Neither should you.

I've got to go.

Love you.

Love you, too.

Nannygate.

Olga Borysenko worked as a nany for surgeon to the stars,

Armand Giroux.

The investigation into her deah has been reopened,

and La Crim's star detective, Chief Inspector Maigret,

has been entrusted with the case.

What the hell?

Don't touch my stuff.

Following pressure from the young woman's family.

An exhumation was ordered and an autopsy performed,

the results of which have not yet been released.

Giroux is no stranger

to the celebrity circles of Paris, London,

all the way to Hollywood because of his work

with the stars of film and television.

He last made news after the tragic death of his wife,

who died shortly after giving birth

to the couple's third child.

Both Olga Borysenko family

Sorry.

The police are refusing to say

whether Dr. Giroux is a suspec,

but he has been asked to present himself for interviw

at the Police Judiciaire this morning.

Sorry to have kept you.

Chief Inspector Maigret

interviewing Dr. Armand Giroux, 4th of May, 11:40 a.m.

I was just admiring your Alphonse Bertillon poster.

Good for you.

Bertillon, responsible for the first use

of biometrics in police work.

Also responsible for the incorrect diagnosis

of handwriting in the Dreyfus case,

which led to his wrongful conviction.

Is it like a warning to yourself?

Not to put trust in the expert?

No, I just like the poster.

Why didn't you ask for an autopsy for Olga?

Because the cause of death was self-evident.

You, the expert, decided it was so.

It wasn't me, the expert, who decided.

It was me, the grieving human.

I didn't want that poor girl cut open on a slab.

I also hear you refused an autopsy for your late wife.

My wife died of septicemia following childbirth.

I was with her every second of her long death.

I saw everything that was done to keep her alive.

An autopsy would have given us no medical fact we

didn't already know.

You seem very calm, given what you're accused of.

I'm used to being accused, and sued.

I make a lot of money out of people's vanity.

Sometimes the work does not produce the

rewards they expect.

They get upset. They sue.

-Do they win? -Never.

I'm always honest about the risk and the likely result.

So, in court, they have no leg,

no boob job, no collagen lip to stand on.

You seem to despise your profession.

Sometimes it does make people's lives better.

The rewards mean I can afford to go to places like Kiev

and Gaza and help those who really need cosmetic surgery.

So you're a saint.

-You're insufferable. -Thank you.

That's all for now.

We understand he was here last night.

-No. -Wrong answer.

A photo taken yesterday of Delteil in your club.

Let's go inside.

We need to know who Deputy Delteil

was talking to last night.

No idea. I'm not his babysitter.

But you must have a visitor's book of some form.

Visitor's book?

This is a strip club, not an art gallery.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Is there, uh

Um

Um, who are you?

I'm a dancer.

Well, I'm also a cleaner.

And who are you?

Uh, I'm LaPointe.

Karim.

La Crim'.

Can I see your security room?

It's locked.

To dancers, not to cleaners.

Do you mind if I?

You're not going to make trouble for any of the girls?

No.

It's about him, Congressman Andre Delteil.

He was here last night.

The manager told me to give him a private dance.

Did you?

I offered.

He said, "No, thank you."

He is a very handsome man.

Ah

Are you married, Karim La Crim?

Mm-mm.

Do you have family?

Two sisters and a brother.

And you all live together?

With my mom.

My dad left.

So you're the dad now.

Your mother must be very proud.

Oh, no, Rene's coming.

Um You must stop. I'll get fired.

Say I tried to get you to open the door and you refused, okay?

Okay.

What's going on?

Um, he wanted me to open the door. I said no.

-I said... -Okay.

-You can go. -Wait.

What's your name?

-But I haven't done anything. -What's your name?

Vera Bilik.

Thank you. You can go.

You want CCTV, you get a warrant.

You don't go sneaking around bullying my staff.

All right?

You're absolutely right.

I will talk to my young colleague.

But you know,

I'm a bit of a health and safety nerd.

That fire exit sign isn't working, and anyway,

the corridor is too narrow for a fire exit.

And then Vera Bilik, it's a Ukrainian name,

so not a citizen of the EU.

I assume her work permit is in order,

and that you're making all her health

and social security payments?

You'll get your CCTV.

I'll send it to the Judiciaire this evening.

-All right? -Why don't we say by lunchtime?

La Crim appreciates your cooperation.

-I saved your bacon. -No, you didn't.

What do you mean? I got the CCTV footage.

I already got the CCTV footage.

It's Mrs. Giroux,

Dominic, Julia, and little Gustav.

She died two days after that was taken.

You were working here then?

Uh, I'd just started.

Olga came a few months later.

Two children and a newborn baby,

it was too much for Dr. Giroux.

Was Olga happy here?

Very happy.

She was greatly loved.

So her death must've been a shock.

It was.

She swam in the lake every single day.

So why did she drown?

I don't know.

Usually, I'd go with her, but on that day, I overslept.

If I hadn't, she'd still be alive.

I'll never forgive myself.

You were in love with her.

Did she know?

Of course, she knew. We were lovers.

She loved it here.

She loved me.

So the child is yours.

What?

She was three months pregnant.

Help! Help!

Why didn't she tell me?

Perhaps she didn't know.

Would you agree to do a DNA test?

We were lovers.

The child has to be mine. Why do you need a DNA test?

To confirm it is yours.

No. No, no, no. Dr. Giroux would never do that.

He'd never hurt her,

and whatever her family is saying...

Okay. Okay.

So if you're his research assistant,

how can you do any work

if you now look after the kids all day?

He has an office and a lab here,

so he can be closer to the children.

It's where we do the serious research.

Can I see it?

No.

I'm not allowed to let other people see.

Oh, come on.

Just a peep.

CCTV footage from the nightclub last night.

Yeah. Why two images?

This is what I managed to download

at the club without them knowing,

and this is what the club sent us 20 minutes ago.

Twenty-three seconds shorter.

My theory is that's 23 seconds they don't want us to see.

So what are they?

Uh, we, we don't know.

Show me what you've got of Delteil.

Mm-hmm.

Gentlemen.

-The Champ de Mars nightclub. -Yes, ma'am.

That's footage of Deputy Andre Delteil.

He's only there for about 15 minutes.

LaPointe.

Stripper comes in and talks to him.

Go closer.

-Well, well, François Lagrange. -You know him?

I've met him. He told me he was sick in bed.

Here he is swigging champagne.

Doesn't look like Delteil wants to swig it with him.

What are those documents?

We'll try to find out.

Delteil doesn't talk to anyone else,

but he bumps into your friend again on the way out.

It's 10:45, and his phone was switched off at 10:08,

so he's got another phone.

Which his brother didn't mention.

So what's your next move?

-Talk to Lagrange. -Is he your only lead?

So far.

And Delteil's brother said Delteil's first enemy

is the gambling business.

This club is owned by one of the big online companies,

so what is he doing there, is he being blackmailed?

Lagrange will know. LaPointe, me.

-Do you want me to come, too? -No. Compare the files.

Find out what the club doesn't want us to see.

Oh, but I'm not very good with computers.

You must be the new Lucas.

Good luck.

Oh, God.

Got something to show you from Dr. Giroux's house.

Very good, detective.

But it's the wrong sort of poison.

Excuse me. Can I look at your CCTV?

Great. Wiseman Cup.

Hello, François. Can we come in?

No, now's not a good time.

I've not been well.

Tell me about Andre Delteil.

I don't know who that is.

Well, you met him last night at the Champ de Mars.

You showed him some papers.

He got angry.

I don't remember.

I've been having blackouts.

Like I said, I haven't been well.

François, I think you're in trouble.

I think it's to do with Delteil.

Can you tell me what's in those papers?

Is Delteil threatening you?

No. You're threatening me,

and I'm scared, and I'm not well.

Look, I am going back to bed.

Never trust a new print.

The detective who cares about killers.

François?

No. No. No, don't hurt me.

Why are you interested in me, François?

Please, please, don't hurt me.

I have no intention of hurting you.

He's terrorizing me. Make it stop.

Please.

I've got a fan. What have you got?

Well, if I ever wanted to become a burglar,

there's a deaf concierge

and no working CCTV at either entrance,

so anyone can get in and out at any time.

-LaPointe. -However,

there is CCTV on a bar across from the back gate,

and it saw this.

Seven forty-five this morning,

a courier from FAI shows up at the back gate.

He goes in with a trolley,

comes out with a big trunk, which he loads onto his van.

What's this got to do with Lagrange?

Then he goes back to get the waybill signed.

Guess who that is?

Recognize the dressing gown?

François Lagrange.

What do you think is in the trunk?

No idea what's in it now.

I can guess what was in it.

FAI only does air cargo,

so whatever it is could already be on a plane.

Call Lucas. I mean Bonfils.

Get him to track the shipment, urgent.

Put two officers on the door.

Lagrange is not to leave, however much fuss he makes.

Moers.

Yeah, right. On my way.

-Bonfils. -Hey.

-Boss needs you to do some thin. -Yep. Yep.

Well, fire away.

A package was picked up by an FAI van at 7:45 this morning

from 56 Rue Blaine.

We need to track it, and if its leaving the country, stop it.

Okay, but it's not quite as simple as that, is it?

There are privacy issues.

What privacy issues?

Well, has the owner of the package been informed?

Has he given his consent? You may need his signature.

Oh, for God's sake. I'll be there in 10 minutes.

I'll do it myself.

What are you doing here?

Doing time, solving crime.

I solved Olga's pregnancy anyway.

The daddy is Martin Vignolet.

They were in love.

He didn't know she was pregnant. He's heartbroken.

-Sweet. -Moers, what have you got?

Castor beans.

Castor beans.

Ricin?

The necrosis of the liver alerted us to the possibility.

It's hard to get good tissue samples

from a body that's three weeks dead,

but I am 99.9% sure that Olga was poisoned with ricin.

Is it what killed her?

No, drowning killed her.

Ricin would've been a factor.

Swimming alone, cramps, seizures.

It would not be a good way to go.

So, who? Why?

You said Vignolet was in love, so what's the motive?

I don't know,

but the doc had enough weird stuff in his lab

to poison a village, including a black mamba.

As I explained to Detective Janvier,

Giroux is a cosmetic as well as plastic surgeon,

so interested in skincare as much as skin cutting.

He may have been synthesizing peptides with the mamba's venom,

which can be used in anti-aging creams.

Okay, fascinating. What's the motive? Jealousy?

Motive is your department, Maigret.

Accidentally or not,

somebody in that house poisoned Olga.

There are three young children living there.

We need them out and a forensics team in now.

Okay. Set it up your end.

-Yes? -Ah, Chief Inspector.

I tracked the package.

LaPointe and I tracked the package

that was picked up from Lagrange.

It's in the FAI warehouse at Orly

and booked on their plane to Bahrain at 20:30 tonight.

Well done. I'll head out there with LaPointe.

Janvier will come to you.

Go to Giroux's, move him and his family out.

Moers will be there with a forensics...

Sorry, can I interrupt, Chief Inspector?

Our priority is the Andre Delteil case, no?

I've had the press calling and the prosecutor's office.

Fine, but...

So I believe I should be at Orly

to coordinate everything.

I'm heading out there now.

I'll bring, uh, I'll bring LaPointe.

Fine. See you there.

Well, it's good to know who's boss.

Look, I know I'm super capable,

but even I can't handle a house search

and babysit Dr. Death

and his three children on my own.

-Boss. -What are you doing?

Ramen. No sugurikata.

-No Bankyo. -Ah.

I'm learning how to make ramen.

Well, stop it.

I need your help.

Chief Inspector. I, uh

We've identified the package

and requested immediate inspection.

Now, I suggest we interview all the warehouse staff

so that the chain of evidence is preserved.

Uh, should

Shouldn't we wait for crime scene?

What on Earth's going on?

Olga Borysenko ingested poison before she died.

We need to evacuate you and your children

and Martin Vignolet.

Full sweep downstairs first.

Garbage disposals, toilets, sinks, orchids in the vases.

Marie, Thomas, with me.

Let's get the children packed

and I'll come get you in a second.

I need Delteil's brother to do an ID

before I can tell the press anything.

This is not a smart way to dispose of a body.

The airline would've scanned the trunk.

They would've seen it.

Not all cargo is X-rayed. Maybe that's what he was hoping.

He?

-You know who did this? -Yes.

François Lagrange.

So, if you'll excuse us.

The press are ready for you, Madam Prosecutor.

Shall I take you over and introduce you?

Thank you.

They already know who I am.

Hey, love. Sorry, I'm going to be a bit late.

Your gun, the one you showed Henri?

It's gone.

What?

It's gone. I only just noticed.

It has to be Alain, Lagrange's son.

He must have taken it.

I'm so sorry, Maigret.