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Olga Borysenko, she drowned three weeks ago.

She was the live-in nanny for a cosmetic surgeon,

Armand Giroux.

What on earth is going on?

Olga Borysenko ingested poison before she died.

We need to evacuate you

and your children and Martin Vignolet.

Louise, a patient of mine,

François Lagrange, and François, Louise Maigret.

Monsieur Lagrange.

I move in high circles.

I hear words and they add up to money.

Never trust the new broom.

Why are your children's photos turned face down?

- Because they have betrayed me. - And this one hasn't?

Not Alain.

Can I talk to Chief Inspector Maigret?

It's about my father, Alain Lagrange.

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

Deputy Andre Delteil is missing.

Is this him?

The anti-corruption campaigner.

Last sighting was an Instagram post

from the Champ de Mars nightclub.

Lucas, you and LaPointe

go to the Champ de Mars nightclub.

I can't.

- I'm being transferred. - Did you know about this?

Guichard lands two major cases on me,

then cuts off my right hand.

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

Inspector George Bonfils. You might remember me.

I've been transferred to your section.

Can I see your security room?

It's locked.

CCTV footage from the nightclub last night.

That's footage of Deputy Andre Delteil.

Well, well, François Lagrange.

- You know him? - I've met him.

He told me he was sick in bed. Here he is swigging champagne.

- You know who did this? - Yes.

- François Lagrange. - Your gun.

It's gone.

It has to be, Alain. Lagrange's son.

He must have taken it.

God knows what state he'll be in.

Better have paramedics here.

LaPointe to Control.

Need an ambulance at 56 Rue Blene, urgent.

Ambulance en route. ETA three minutes.

François Lagrange.

We're arresting you on suspicion of the murder

of Deputy Andre Delteil.

Don't hit me. Don't hit me.

On the night of the 3rd of May, we have reason to believe--

Please.

Please. Get off me.

Off me.

Okay. Okay.

François,

where's Alain?

It's really important that we find him.

Please don't hit me.

Please don't hit me.

Don't hit me. Don't hit me. Please, don't hit me.

Send the paramedics in.

He's having a manic episode.

No needles! No!

No needles, please. They hurt so bad.

They make my skin on fire. Please.

No one's gonna hurt you, François.

I've done nothing wrong.

Why are you doing this?

I've done nothing wrong.

I've done nothing wrong. No!

- Five milligrams of Haldol. - Don't, don't.

- Please. - There we go.

La Magdalene. Secure ward.

Okay.

Have two officers with him at all times.

Crime scene's take over here. See you back at the Judiciaire.

Your team have updated me.

It'll be hours before anyone can question Lagrange.

There's no sign of the murder weapon

or Alain Lagrange.

I don't quite understand his significance.

He stole my revolver from my house yesterday morning.

The team didn't tell you?

That was kind of them.

He showed up at my house saying he wanted to talk to me.

My wife let him in. He took my gun and disappeared.

Please tell me it's not the murder weapon.

Delteil was already dead and stuffed in the trunk

when the gun was taken.

The danger is not what he did, but what he might do.

I've told Director Guichard,

and I'm issuing a be-on-the-lookout notice.

Keep me informed.

I was saying to the team, Chief Inspector,

we should call it a night.

Until the doctors allow us to talk to Lagrange,

there's not much point in continuing.

What about the nightclub CCTV? 23 seconds, the club cut out.

I searched, but didn't see anything.

Twenty-three seconds, it's probably just a glitch.

It's not.

I had a look too.

On the left is what I downloaded.

On the right is what they sent us.

Deputy Delteil there in both versions.

But in the club's version, there's no woman.

Why can't we see the edit?

Because they did it very well.

Double-printed frames and slowed the time code,

so the edit's almost invisible.

- Can you go closer on the woman? - Mm-hmm.

She was in Lagrange's apartment building

just after 9:00 a.m. this morning.

She knows him, too. Watch.

This is what I downloaded.

And this is the club's version.

No Lagrange, no mystery woman.

She's the reason why they edited the CCTV.

Yeah. Well done. We'll need a printout.

Okay, LaPointe, you go back to the nightclub,

put a face to the name.

This morning, she said she lived

in the same apartment building as Lagrange.

Lucas, Janvier, knock on every door.

If you find her, arrest her for conspiracy to murder.

Isn't that a bit of a leap?

Well, she knows our suspect and our victim,

and she clearly doesn't want that known, so no, not a leap.

Look, I don't want to ruffle any feathers,

but since Sergeant Lucas no longer officially works here,

I suggest LaPointe and I

head to Lagrange's to look for this woman

while Janvier heads to the nightclub

to find out her name.

No. LaPointe got the CCTV.

He goes back to the club.

Olga Borysenko, where are we?

Uh, Dr. Giroux and family are back in their home.

Moer's finished his search of the house

and found no trace of ricin,

not even in Dr. Frankenstein's lab.

So how did Olga ingest it?

We don't know.

When you've finished the door-to-door at Lagrange's,

get back to Giroux's.

Widen the interview circle, friends, neighbors, everyone.

Somehow ricin got into that house.

I'm sorry, I have to ask,

is Sergeant Lucas back on the team?

She has kindly volunteered to help us out.

Because really, I should be leading this.

We are running two complex cases.

I need you to do what Lucas would do

and coordinate them both from here, okay?

Thank you. Right.

It's almost midnight.

If anyone wants to grab a few hours' sleep, do it now.

- Mm-hmm. - Back on first thing.

Where are you going, Chief Inspector?

He said we could go home.

He has.

No, he hasn't.

Wh

What do you mean?

- Hey, you. - Hey.

- When does your shift start? - Thirty minutes.

I'm so sorry about the gun, Maigret.

Not your fault. I never should've left it at ours.

Are you in trouble?

Only if he kills someone with it.

Can Alain's father help?

I've just arrested Alain's father

for the murder of Andre Delteil.

- Oh, no. - Oh, yes.

We had to sedate him.

He's in the secure ward at La Magdalene.

You sent him there? Where I work?

Why sedate him? Was he violent?

More like a manic episode.

"Don't hit me, don't hurt me, my skin is on fire."

No one is touching him.

Like he was yesterday when he said you were a fake cop.

He says he's desperate to meet you,

but then when he does, he acts out.

So he's setting up an insanity defense.

That's what I'm afraid of.

How long before our--

- Four or five hours. - We should go. Drink up.

Maigret, I will not let you use me

to get at one of my patients.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Drink up.

What do you want this time?

Do you know who she is?

Never seen her before.

I don't believe you.

I don't care. I don't know who she is.

Now, you can arrest me and I still won't know.

Now, please, leave.

Hey.

Karim La Crim.

What are you doing here?

I just want a word.

I'm on shift, so it has to be quick.

Unless you want to buy a private dance.

How much is a private dance?

Three hundred euros.

Plus you have to buy champagne, 100 euros per bottle.

Expensive.

I'm worth it.

Do you know who she is?

Why are you asking about her?

A politician was murdered,

the one whose photo I showed you.

She met him here last night.

We don't know her name, we don't know anything.

Do you?

No.

No, I could get in bad trouble.

No one would ever know you told me.

Everyone would know.

Already they tease me about my new boyfriend,

the good-looking cop.

We would protect you.

I would.

She is Jeanne Debul.

She's nice unless you cross her.

If you cross her, you get cut.

Sometimes she pays the girls.

Pays?

- What, for sex? - No.

For information about clients we go with,

what they like, especially anything kinky.

You mean go with for sex?

Yes.

Exactly.

Go with for sex.

What do you think I am, Karim LaPointe?

Are you going to drive up in your police car

and take me away from all this?

No.

Didn't think so.

Boss, LaPointe.

The mystery woman's name is Jeanne Debul.

Jeanne Debul. Got it.

Thanks. Now go home, get some rest.

François?

I just want to talk to you about Alain.

Your son, Alain.

He hates me.

All my children hate me.

Alain doesn't.

You told me so yourself.

But I'm worried about him.

He came to my home yesterday. He wanted to speak to me.

I wasn't there.

He took my revolver and disappeared.

He took your gun?

We're looking for him.

We're afraid he might hurt someone or hurt himself.

No, no, no, no. No, this can't be happening.

- He will try and kill her. - Kill her?

Who? Who is she?

Tell me.

Tell you what?

I don't know anything. I

Who is she?

Is she this woman?

Is she Jeanne Debul?

No, no, no, no, no. Please don't--

Is this who Alain's going after?

Nurse!

What does Jeanne Debul have on you?

What does she have on you?

My head isn't right.

It's okay, François. It's okay.

- He's gone. - Thank you.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

I told you, in here, he is a patient, not a suspect.

Questioning him in this state is unethical.

- Then you question him. - That's even more unethical.

I don't care.

I want to stop a 15-year-old boy

from killing someone or getting killed,

don't you?

Do you think his behavior's real?

You should get some sleep.

"Be on the lookout, Alain Lagrange."

Carve?

Why are you looking for Alain Lagrange?

Because

he's a person of interest.

Person of interest.

"Armed and dangerous. Do not approach."

We don't want the public to take any risks.

Really?

So it's nothing to do with Maigret's own gun

being stolen from his apartment, then?

Guess your dream job is a little less dreamy

than you thought, hmm?

I don't know what you mean.

Yes, you do.

- I know something you don't. - Mm-hmm.

Where's Sergeant Lucas?

Well, she's not here?

No.

She's working on the Olga Borysenko

and Andre Delteil cases.

I guess working with you is no one's idea of a dream job.

Thank you.

You were right.

He was already dead

before you even started looking for him.

I'm sorry.

I wish we could have done more.

No.

At least you arrested his murderer.

Tell me, do you know a Jeanne Debul?

She met your brother at the nightclub last night.

Who is she?

She's a lobbyist, and a powerful one.

She's friends with the mayor and the prefect of police.

She's received at the Élysée Palace.

Who is she?

Well, there are many stories.

One is that she's a high-class escort

who slept her way to the top.

Another, that she comes from a Marseille crime family,

who sent her to school in America

for a more virtuous life,

but she found America boring and returned to crime.

Maybe both stories are true.

Maybe neither.

Why was she meeting your brother?

Andre was introducing a bill

to outlaw sports advertising by gambling firms.

They employ Jeanne to lobby for them.

She could've been trying to persuade Andre to drop the bill,

or even buy him off.

Did she have something on your brother?

Oh, we've had this discussion. My brother was clean.

But he was a danger to her.

Certainly to the people who pay her.

Dangerous enough to have him killed?

Well, her business is worth billions,

so I suppose, yes.

And he is dead.

Isn't he?

Your brother also met his murderer,

François Lagrange, in the nightclub.

What dealings did he have with him?

None that I know of.

Lagrange tried to give him some documents.

He wouldn't take them.

You said there were rumors

Andre was taking money for political favors.

Maybe he had proof of that.

How can you have proof of something that doesn't exist?

Would you believe a liar and a fantasist

like Lagrange over my brother?

I tell you, Andre was clean.

Why else did they want him gone? Can you not see that?

I can see that.

A liar and a fantasist is a strange choice for a killer,

don't you think?

Lagrange?

He's in debt everywhere.

And I heard Jeanne Debul bought his debt up

so she could control him.

He's her useful idiot.

A clown that will draw everyone's attention,

including mine.

And what you gonna do?

Find her.

Maigret.

I see you've just issued another Be-On-The-Lookout-For notice.

Why?

Has this woman stolen your gun, too?

She connects Delteil and Lagrange.

She met them both the night Delteil died.

Then talk to her.

Don't plaster her name all over Paris.

You've even got a lookout at the airports and borders,

for God's sake.

I know Madame Debul. She's

Highly respected.

My team have tried to talk to her.

She's not at any of her many residences,

and all her phones are switched off.

Plus, I'm worried this young man

is going after her and might hurt her.

- With your gun. - Yes.

With my gun.

When I gave you the Delteil case,

I expected results and discretion.

I got neither.

Likewise, Olga Borysenko.

Dr. Giroux and his family were turfed out of their house

and it was searched by a forensic team,

again, with no results.

Central to publicity.

No trace of the poison that allegedly killed the girl.

I'm disappointed.

Do you have a plan? A next move?

Yes?

Right. See you soon.

My next move is go to Dr. Giroux's.

- My team have a theory. - What theory?

I don't know. That's why I'm going.

Tell me.

Okay, so the only way Olga could've ingested the ricin

is if it came into the house in her food.

Now everyone here eats the same food.

However, Julia--

My second daughter.

She's lactose intolerant, so for her sake,

we rarely keep any milk or cream in the house.

- Is there a point to this? - Yes, if you'll just listen.

The family gets their bread every morning

from the local bakery, Patisserie Noel.

But about four weeks ago--

In fact, the day before Olga drowned.

The patisserie owner, Madame Noel,

gave the family some cakes as a present for tea.

- Cream cakes. - Religieuses.

Religieuses? Okay. Who ate them?

No one, because of Julia.

I told Olga to take them to the kitchen.

- So who ate them? - Olga.

Martin said he saw her do it later that night.

She ate all of them?

There were only three. They were small.

Yeah. She was in her second trimester.

She could've had a sugar craving.

So the ricin was in the cakes. Who put it there?

Really, I could be wrong about this.

Or you could be right about it.

Madame Noel wanted him to do a boob job.

He advised against it.

She went elsewhere. boob job train wreck.

But she still blamed me.

Well, she blames you for ruining her looks,

but she still gives you cakes.

The idea probably came from her assistant, Laurence.

She works there. She has an apartment above the shop.

She's sweet. She loves the children.

So your theory is nice Laurence made some cupcakes,

but nasty Noel spiked them with ricin.

Olga was poisoned with ricin.

These cakes are the only things she had that they didn't.

They arrived the day before she drowned.

It's a good theory.

Three cakes.

Not five or six.

- Three. - Yes.

Why?

Hello.

What can I get you?

I don't know. How about some conversation?

I'm afraid we're out of conversation.

Got to get up early for that.

Are you a policeman?

Why do you ask?

There's been a lot of police in town recently,

harassing poor Dr. Giroux.

So are you?

I am.

Funny you should mention Dr. Giroux.

I hear Madame Noel doesn't like him.

I don't know. You should ask her.

Is she here?

Just gone home.

You've only got me, Laurence.

Just between us,

I heard why Madame Noel doesn't like the doctor.

Is she wrong?

Just between you and me,

Madame Noel is a vain and silly woman.

He did her no harm.

In fact, tried to save her from self-harm.

I think we should all be satisfied

with the bodies God gave us, don't you?

I suppose.

Not that you can complain. You're gorgeous.

Anyway, I hope you'll leave Dr. Giroux alone.

He's suffered enough.

- You like him. - I admire him.

But who wouldn't?

He's trapped here, but he makes the best of it.

He's always cheerful and friendly.

Trapped?

Raising three children alone, keeping his practice going.

I know where he wants to be.

War zones,

disaster zones, repairing broken bodies.

- Will you excuse me a minute? - Mm-hmm.

No, I will not question Lagrange.

No, not about him.

What's that syndrome where someone has an erotic fixation?

Are you talking about us, Maigret?

No, not this time.

Well, if you want syndromes,

there's erotomania,

where the sufferer is erotically obsessed with someone.

Can it turn violent?

If they see that person as competition.

Three kids, three cakes, three child-side religieuses,

except one child is lactose intolerant.

So Daddy says no,

and the pregnant nanny scoffs the lot.

You okay, Maigret?

Uh, not really.

Are there any other signs?

Well, it's an obsession, so,

they're sure the other person's in love with them, too.

They misinterpret communications.

They collect bizarre things.

Have you found Alain Lagrange yet?

Uh, no. No.

It's like both him and Jeanne Debul

have disappeared off the face of the Earth.

I've got to go, love. Bye.

Hey, boss.

- I thought you were with Lucas. - Felt like a cake.

- What's happening? - Call Lucas and Moers.

Get them down here now. I want this place searched.

You and Lucas think the ricin came from here?

Let's see if you're right.

I looked you up.

You're famous.

Chief Inspector Jules Maigret.

- Who's that? - She works for me.

You live above the shop, don't you?

How do you know that?

Dr. Giroux told me.

Well, of course.

He knows.

I'd like to have a look.

Why?

Because I'm interested in you.

Okay.

She can't come.

No.

Just you and me.

Welcome to my boudoir.

Well, this is impressive.

You're a baker, too.

Well, yeah.

What's your favorite cake?

Religieuse?

I don't have favorites.

Has Dr. Giroux ever been up here?

No.

Only in your dreams, then.

Dreams can come true, you know.

It was a good day when his wife died.

What?

No. Of course not.

What are you doing?

Stop.

No, stop.

Don't, no, it's mine.

Mine! Stop.

Three kids, three cakes.

They were in the way.

Argh.

- Argh. - Drop it.

Stop.

Argh.

Stop.

Thank you. Cuffs.

Handcuffs.

You shot me. You shot me. You shot me.

You shot me.

I, I should call the ambulance.

Yeah, apply pressure there.

Hard. Hard.

Give me your gun. Ballistics will need it.

Yes.

Yeah, ambulance.

- Proud of you, Janvier. - Thanks, Lucas.

Well done, mate.

Two shots, shoulder and thigh. Pow, pow.

Cold as ice.

Yeah. Yeah. I, uh

I got lucky.

Have we heard about the woman, Laurence?

Yeah, I spoke to the hospital.

She's in surgery. She'll be fine.

Thank God.

Hey.

She tried to kill the boss and you, remember.

Okay, Janvier, you're now off duty.

Bonfils, will you take her through post-shooting protocols?

Forensics have finished at Laurence's apartment.

I'm gonna go talk to Moers.

Any updates on Alain and Jeanne Debul?

I'm running facial recognition on all CCTV cams.

No hits so far.

Could use some help.

Numbers for your union rep

and a psychologist available 24/7.

And there's one more thing.

I've investigated a number of officer-related shootings,

and I think you should be ready for some tough questions.

Excuse me?

Like what?

Well, for example,

we know this woman had mental health issues.

Was your use of force commensurate or even justified?

She came at me with a knife.

I shouted, "Stop."

She came again. I shot her once.

She kept coming. I shot her again.

She went down. End of story.

- No, I, I, I understand-- - You're a cosmic prat.

Stay away from me.

Oh.

I'm off, yeah.

- Bye, everyone. - Bye.

See you later, Janvier.

Director Guichard.

Inspector Carver, IGDS.

I'm glad I ran into you, actually, sir.

Looking for a little guidance regarding Maigret's revolver,

the one stolen from his apartment.

Obviously, the IGDS will do

everything it can to keep it quiet, sir, but, uh

Hard to do that if someone gets shot with it.

But, yeah, keep on top of it. That's the best we can do.

Thank you, Cavre.

One more thing, sir. Sorry. Um

Sergeant Lucas, you reassigned her to the IGDS.

Uh, did you intend for her to keep working with Maigret?

Is she?

Uh, yes, sir,

but his squad is stretched so thin, I

I decide who works and not Maigret.

Uh, thanks for letting me know.

Well done, Cavro.

Cavre. Sir.

Ah, I have good news and good news.

A Sig Sauer P232

found in the sewage downpipe at Lagrange's.

Someone's tried to wipe the prints, not very well.

A couple of partials match Lagrange.

So Lagrange shot Delteil,

tries to get rid of the body, not very well,

wipe the gun, not very well, then hid it not very well.

Best assassin ever. What's the other good news?

We found traces of ricin

in the waste disposal at Laurence Le Clos' apartment.

You got Olga's killer.

You don't seem happy, my friend.

Caught two killers,

but they're both mysteries to me.

Did Laurence really believe

Giroux would invite her into his life

after she'd killed his three children?

No idea.

Why did Lagrange kill Delteil? Again, no idea.

Well, to add to the mystery,

tell you what we didn't find in Lagrange's apartment,

phones.

Not Delteil's or Lagrange's.

He hid them a whole lot better than he hid his gun,

or someone else did.

Thank you, Moers.

- Hey. - Just checking in.

- You okay? - Not really.

Still no sign of Alain Lagrange or Jeanne Debul.

If they find each other before we do,

then he will shoot her with my gun,

which is bad, or he'll be shot by us,

which is worse.

Yeah. How is Monsieur Lagrange, anyway?

Same. Paranoid.

Hyper-alert.

Maybe he's frightened for Alain.

If he is, I wish he'd tell us something

because I am out of moves.

Sorry, Maigret, I've got to go.

Everything okay, François?

Let's just make you a little bit more comfortable.

What are you doing?

I, I don't know what this

They're not mine. You must have put them there.

Two clonazepam, two lisinopril, two chlorthalidone,

all prescribed for you by Dr. Pardon,

and four ibuprofen for the headaches

you said were killing you.

They are killing me.

I'm not well.

Not taking your medication, indeed hiding your meds--

Look, they're making me feel worse.

I've been through a traumatic experience.

This isn't trauma, this is malingering,

which I'm obligated to report.

What do you want?

I want to know where Jeanne Debul would hide

if someone was hunting her.

No

Do you know where she would hide, François?

I don't know. Look, you're scaring me.

Please.

Your son is going after Jeanne Debul

with my husband's gun.

He'll either be killed by the police

or arrested for murder.

Do you want that to happen?

No.

So do you know where she would hide?

Will you tell me?

What about the pills?

What pills?

Thank you, my love. You are a gem.

Where's Lucas? Where's Bonfils?

Lucas got a call from Director Guichard

ordering her back to IGDS,

and Bonfils said he wasn't feeling well

and went home.

Right. Well, thanks to my wife,

we now have an address for Jeanne Debul,

an apartment in the sixth.

What?

I've traced every single property. It's not--

This woman belongs to a Spanish count.

She's his mistress. Let's go.

Where's the count?

At a care home in Madrid. Dementia.

Does Alain know about this place?

Lagrange told him.

- So he could be there already. - Yes, LaPointe.

That's why we're hurrying.

Keep your eyes peeled for Alain Lagrange.

Radio if you see him.

Chief Inspector. How did you find me?

Of course, that blabbermouth Lagrange.

Forgive the dust.

My dear Octavio forgets to pay his staff.

In fact, he forgets everything.

Hey-ho.

Well? Say something clever.

You're supposed to be clever.

Do you know what your mistake was?

I'm always eager to learn.

Getting edited out of the CCTV at the nightclub.

Otherwise, you would've just been the attractive woman

who talked to Delteil and Lagrange.

Thank you for that, "attractive."

Instead, you became the invisible woman.

It's much more interesting.

You assume I know about this, but I don't.

I don't own or control the club.

But I do wonder who gave your men the CCTV

before I was edited out.

Oh, of course.

No solidarity among whores.

I should know.

Do go on.

I understand the need to get rid of Delteil.

I can understand the means, blackmail,

the documents Lagrange tried to give him,

compromising photos, or his name on a foreign bank account.

I can understand how you control Lagrange.

- You bought up his debts. - Really?

Do I look like a loan shark?

What I can't understand is why Lagrange had to kill Delteil.

Why do you keep including me in things

I know nothing about?

I liked Andre. I had no need to get rid of him.

I didn't control François.

He's far more disturbed than you think.

- Where are the documents? - No idea.

Maybe they don't exist.

Maybe they're in that nice bag you had

when I met you at Lagrange's,

along with his and Delteil's phones.

You don't really know anything, do you?

I know what happened in that apartment.

Lagrange, open the door.

Delteil came looking for the documents.

- He knew they were forgeries. - Lagrange.

He realized the best course was to make them public.

- No. No, listen-- - Come on.

- Where is it? Where is it? - Not here.

Expose the blackmail and the blackmailers.

That's why Lagrange panicked.

That's why he shot him.

Well, this is very exciting,

but still it has nothing to do with me, so--

It had everything to do with you.

You set them on a collision course,

the righteous man and the paranoid.

Righteous man? There's no such thing.

All right, you're coming with me.

No, I'm not. Get off.

I'm taking you in for your own safety.

Alain Lagrange is still out there.

What, you haven't caught him--

No.

So how long before he realizes you're skulking here?

Get dressed.

I hear Alain has got your gun.

That must be embarrassing for you.

- What is it? - A rat.

A big bloody rat.

Don't you find me attractive, Maigret?

I arrested a woman today who tried to kill three children.

Even she was more attractive than you are.

Get dressed.

LaPointe, get her in the car.

- Come here. - Hey.

LaPointe.

- Get away from her. - Alain, I'm Maigret.

- Put down the gun. - She ruined my dad's life.

- Get out of the way. - No.

- You have to shoot me first. - Get out of the way.

- I loved your father, Alain. - That's a lie.

- You drove him mad. - LaPointe, get her in the car.

I loved him. If you don't believe me, then shoot me.

- Go on, do it. I deserve it. - Get her in the car, LaPointe.

Okay, Alain.

Alain, she's not worth it.

Put the gun down.

Come here.

Take a seat.

I'm so tired.

Put that damn thing in the safe at the Judiciaire.

You want to charge him?

No.

She wanted him to take a shot.

Then he'd be on an attempted murder charge

with your gun.

Thank you, LaPointe.

Sorry.

What do you want to do?

Take her to the Judiciaire.

Get a statement. I'll see you there.

Come on. Your dad's in the hospital.

I'll take you to see him.

So you believe she set up Lagrange

to murder Deputy Delteil.

She could get him to do whatever she wanted.

She got him the gun.

Told him how to dispose of the gun and the body,

but in ways we would easily discover,

while she removed all evidence of her own involvement.

We wouldn't even know about her

if it wasn't for 23 seconds of CCTV she

or her friends in organized crime

tried to erase.

Does any of this give you a charge

that might actually stick?

I'm gonna give it a damn good try.

What about the actual killer?

Lagrange's lawyer is arguing

that he has a neuropsychiatric disorder,

which meant that he wasn't in control of his actions.

As witnesses to this,

he'll be calling his doctor and Maigret.

Olga Borysenko's killer, Laurence La Clos,

will be charged with one count of murder

and three of attempted

Well, no, five.

She also tried to kill Maigret and Janvier.

I expect the same defense,

inability to control her actions.

Yeah, due to a neuropsychiatric disorder.

God preserve us from shrinks and lawyers.

No offense, Mathilde.

Well, you did your job, Maigret.

You caught two killers, you closed two cases.

- I congratulate you. - Thank you.

Jeanne Debul.

Let her go.

You'll prove nothing. She'll call in favors.

She'll damage you and the Judiciaire.

Let her go.

It's a funny old world.

The innocent die,

the mad get locked up, and the bad go free.

Let her go.

But the charges?

Thank you, Karim.

You must be Mathilde Kernavel, Maigret's pet prosecutor.

- I think you should leave. - Oh, I will.

But I must say, everyone's behaved impeccably.

Karim has been most charming,

and, well, Maigret even saved me from a rat.

He was more worried for the rat.

Don't be a sore loser, Maigret.

Mathilde, you know what she said is complete rubbish.

Don't worry about it.

You know, you shouldn't drink alone.

So drink with me.

You know what I wish?

Hmm?

I wish Torrence was here.

Me too.

He'd be so proud of you.

To Torrence,

and to you.

After he had talked to his dad, he had no place to go.

What else could I do?

We are not adopting Alain Lagrange.

Relax, Maigret. I called his sister.

She's picking him up tomorrow morning.

But until then, he will stay here,

and I will look after him.

Is there any food left?

Did he eat it all?

Cheer up.

You stopped Alain getting into trouble,

and you didn't get stabbed by the cake lady.

Lucas told me.

I shall love Janvier for the rest of my days.

Yeah. Me too.

What?

Well, I used to know that if I went out on a limb on a case,

there wouldn't be someone behind me sawing at the branch.

You mean Guichard.

People can resent it when their protégés do too well.

I don't know about too well.

I do know that if I can't make a difference,

then what's the point?

Why am I here?

You mean you'd leave?

Leave Paris?

I would be a good mother.