All language subtitles for Maigret s02e03 Maigret on the defensive.eng

He won't be long.

He always leaves at the same time.

Oi.

Try to be inconspicuous.

Breathe in.

Deeper.

Now breathe out.

What does it say?

It says you're still breathing.
Thank God for that.

Given up the pipe yet?

Sorry. I'm a bit deaf in that ear.

Alcohol? Oh, yes, please.
I'll have a large Armagnac.

But only if you're having one.

I suppose you're still working
too hard?

As a matter of fact, I'm taking
things rather easy at the moment.

That's why you couldn't get here
till half past eight. Exactly.

Have you ever thought of delegating?

As a matter of fact, that's what
I've been trying to do this evening.

I've been trying to delegate
an extremely important case

over a couple of very weak beers
in the Brasserie Dauphine.

The only trouble is,
as soon as I leave the bar,

I get all anxious and worried in case
they make a mess of it without me.

(VENDORS SHOUT)

Ah-ha!

When I said Armagnac,
I really meant Calvados.

Delicious.
Take three times a day.

Before, during and after meals.

My pulse really hadn't stopped,
had it? You would tell me if it had?

Well, I'm almost sure
I could hear it. Yes, I am.

How long have I been coming here?
Too long.

Yes, well, I've been doing everything
for too long, haven't I?

That's what happens with age.

So what is it this time? Something's
irritating me, that's all.<

There's been a spate of robberies
in restaurants.

I've read about it.
At the end of the evening,

everyone's standing around, waiting
for the last customers to leave.

Two men walk in, one with a gun,
and remove the night's takings.

I'm sure I know who's responsible.

But I'm damned
if I can pin him down.

You're not really reading.

I didn't say I was.

Why don't you go and sit in
that nice, comfortable armchair

in the other room until
Lucas or Lapointe rings?

The doctor said
I had to get more sleep.

Do you ever feel
as if you're getting old?

No, never.

Well, never until tonight.

Tonight, I could end up feeling
positively ancient.

I don't think they're gonna ring,
do you?

Not now, no. Definitely not.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello. Maigret.

Mademoiselle,
I have no idea who you are.

Do you realise what time it is?
It's extremely late.

Well, there's a local police station.

Ah, no.
No, don't do that, mademoiselle.

No, no, of course not, no.

Yes, I'll come...
I'll some right now.

Mademoiselle Cavet?

Thank you.

You promised not tom throw yourself
in the river after all.

I'd hate to get my clothes wet,
trying to rescue you.

And especially
at this time of night.

My wife would kill me.

I'm sorry I rang you.

I was just sitting here.
I was so desperate.

I remember reading you still had
your name in the phone book.

I couldn't believe you answered.

I don't know what I would have done,
if you hadn't come.

I haven't even got enough money
to pay for my coffee.

You said on the telephone
you came from La Rochelle.

That's right.
And you hated it.

Why do you hate it?
I'm rather fond of it.

You would if you had a father
like mine. He's a magistrate.

Is he?

You mentioned a girlfriend?
Yes.

Laurie De Buisson.
I've known her for years.

She kept telling me
how wonderful Paris was,

how I should come and see her.

So I did. I couldn't cope
with my father any more,

so I phoned her up yesterday,
packed a suitcase and left.

Mm-hm. Without telling your parents?

No. I'm not going to.

Laurie met me at the
Gare Montparnasse

and took me to her apartment.

Where's that?

I don't know. I don't know Paris.

She lives with her fiance.
Well, that's what she calls him.

We sat and chatted for a while.

She seemed pleased to me.

Her fiance gave me some stuff
to drink.

I don't know what it was.
It made me dizzy.

And then some more.

I don't know how much more.

You could have said no.

I was tired and nervous.

Then Laurie wasn't there any more.

He tried to make me
take my clothes off

and when I wouldn't,
he got angry and tried to hit me.

That's when I ran away.

Without your suitcase or your money.

It was only a few hours ago.

Well, I think, anyway.

You know, the terrible thing is,
I don't know if I'm still drunk.

You've had a terrible time,
Mademoiselle Cavet.

Nicole.

Nicole. But, believe me,

if that's the worst thing that's
ever happened to you,

you've got away lightly.

And it's certainly
not the end of the world.

Come on.

We'll find somewhere for you
to spend the night

and we'll sort it out
in the morning.

Whoa!

OK.

(GIGGLES)

A single room, Monsieur.

For the young lady.

Hm.

(GIGGLES)

And then you took her to the room?

Yes.
And then what?

I put her to bed.

Did you undress her?

I had to.

Was that sensible?

What's that?

Lucas rang.
When?

Just after you left.

Two men raided
the Restaurant Des Pecheurs.

They took 300,000 francs.

Lucas! Lapointe!

Why wasn't anyone near the
Restaurant Des Pecheurs last night?

It's right in the area we're meant
to be concentrating on!

Because there are too many
restaurants and not enough men.

Ahh! What about Henri Lautier?

Any news about him?
He went to work.

He lugged a lot of vegetables
and came back from work.

Marvellous!

There was a message for you.
Later.

From the Chief Commissioner.

Oh, no.
Wants to see you at ten.

What does he want?
Didn't say.

Who did you talk to?
Secretary. One with the posh voice.

I'm surprised he can drag himself
away from his press conferences.

Perhaps he wants you to help him get
his son out of a scrape.

His son?
He's too young to have a son.

Too young?
Yeah.

Straight from university these days.

Yeah, stops them from being corrupted
by life's little experiences.

He's nearly 40.

I want you to phone
the Hotel de Savoie.

Ask to speak to the occupant
of Room 32.

Nicole Cavet.

Tell her to wait there
until I get back to her.

Oh.

Good luck.

Oh, no, thank you, sir.

How old are you?

52.
Not so long till retirement.

Is that what you wanted
to see me about?

You've worked here for 30 years.

Things have changed.

What changes have you noticed
the most?

Well, erm...

..I had more hair
when I started here.

I didn't have a moustache.

And, I've seen 11 chief commissioners
pass through this office.

Yet you still deal with matters
every other Chief Inspector leaves

I've never been very keen
on being stuck at a desk.

Do you a know a Mademoiselle Prieur?

No, should I?
She lives with her uncle.

Monsieur Jean-Baptiste Prieur. Head
of Petitions at the State Council.

Can you tell me where you were
at 1:00am, Chief Inspector?

On whose authority are you asking?

As your superior officer.

I was in a bar,
trying to help a young woman.

She was drunk and very upset.

I took her to a hotel
to help her sleep it off.

She told me her name
was Nicole Cavet...

..and she came from La Rochelle.

In fact, her name is Nicole Prieur.

And she returned to her uncle's
house this morning

in a state of great distress.

What she said concerned him so much

that he immediately contacted
the Minister of the Interior,

who then telephoned me personally
at home.

She alleges that you struck up
a conversation with her

in a bar called Chez Desire.

You bought her drinks,
then took her to a night club,

where you plied her
with more drinks.

Finally, you took her
to a cheap hotel,

the Hotel de Savoie,
where you tried to seduce her.

I met her in Chez Desire and bought
her a brandy to calm down.

I took her to the Hotel de Savoie

because she needed
a bed for the night.

The rest is absolute rubbish.

She said it was only because
she began to struggle

that you finally left her alone.

(READS) "I suppose at the last
moment he lost his nerve."

I had a stenographer take down her
statement, Chief Inspector.

This copy's for you.

What made you talk to her
in the first place?

Perhaps life might have been safer
behind a desk after all.

She rang me at home out of the blue.

And you regard it as perfectly
normal to rush off

to meet strange women
in the middle of the night?

She was threatening to kill herself!

Oh, all right, I'll do things
differently from now on.

From now on, I'll put career and
reputation before everything else.

After all, what's one life,
more or less?

What do you want me to do? Resign?

I would have to accept.
What's stopping you?

I want your version of events
in detail...in writing.

Of course, you are forbidden
to talk to Mademoiselle Prieur,

or to question anyone about her.

Thank you, sir.

Nor are you to discuss it
with your colleagues.

And if any of this gets into
the papers, Chief Inspector,

I will hold you personally
responsible.

I rang the Hotel de Savoie, Chief.

They've never heard of Nicole Cavet,
don't tell me.

That's right. They said the occupant
of Room 32 had left

and that she'd said Maigret
would pay the bill.

If anyone wants me, I'm not here.

Jacques.

I thought you'd be here.

Lapointe said you didn't look
too happy.

Is that from the Chief Commissioner?
I'm not to mention it to anyone.

You didn't. I asked.

What's the matter with her?
Is she mad?

I wish she was. It's all too
carefully worked out, unfortunately.

I wish I knew what the hell
was behind it and why.

(READS) "Spent the evening
with a girlfriend.

"I was walking home
when I remembered

"I'd left a couple of records we'd
been listening to at her place,

"so I popped into a bar
to phone her."

She also phoned me,
but it doesn't say that, of course.

Same again, please.

(READS) "I asked for a token
for the phone from the proprietor

"and ordered a coffee as well.

She must have asked for two tokens.

One to call her friend
and one to call you.

So the first thing is to get her
to swear he gave her two tokens.

I can't remember.

I can't remember anything
about last night.

Surely you remember me, monsieur.

I came in after midnight.
Just me and a girl.

We were over there.
No.

Not a thing.

Did somebody come in here
this morning

and pay you not to talk to me?

Who was it?

You don't need to pay.

I know who you are.

I was told this morning
to pay for the room.

It's all been dealt with since then.

Who by?

Just go, please.

I'd like to talk to the night porter.

You're wasting your time.

Someone's already talked to him.
Who?

The person who paid for the room.
Who was that?

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry. I can't help you.

I called a friend of mine -
a lawyer.

He knows the girl's uncle.

Says he's a brilliant jurist
as well as a state Councillor.

A highly respected man.

Why would he have
a grudge against me?

He's probably never heard of you,
Chief.

I certainly can't see
why he'd set a trap for you

and put his own niece
in a risk position.

Mm-hm. What about her?

Nicole Prieur...
left school last year

and goes and lectures
at the Sorbonne.

I need to talk to her.

Yeah. No.

Chief.

This is from the Chief Commissioner.

The girlfriend's confirmed.

Nicole spent the evening with her
and telephoned her afterwards.

So Nicole's telling the truth!

Hey, hey, hey.

Sorry, Chief.

So who'd want to get rid of me

so much that they'd think
this story up?

Who have you been getting
in the way of?

Who have you been getting close to
recently?

Henri Lautier?

I've nothing to do
with organising any robberies.

Especially not restaurants.

I don't even go to restaurants.

How could I go to restaurants
on my money?

You manage to live a very comfortable
life for a vegetable porter, Henri.

You said that the last time
you were here.

And the time before that.

And the time before that too,
I think.

Still, it's nice to have something
familiar to rely on

in this terrible,
frightening world, isn't it?

Thank you.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Before you ask, I had nothing
to do with the job last night.

Though, if you want my opinion,
they were all professionals.

I mean, once upon a time.

I mean, before I saw
the errors of my ways.

Well, I must say, I'd have been
really proud of a job like that.

And you were safely at work
at the time?

Yes.

I think your young friend down there
can vouch for that.

Do you want me to stop interfering?

Is that what you're trying
to tell me?

You'd like me to follow your example
and take a back seat.

Well, I wouldn't mind, of course.

What's the matter?

What is it?

Do you know a girl
called Nicole Prieur?

She's a student at the Sorbonne.
The Sorbonne?

I can hardly read and write.

How would I know someone
at the Sorbonne?

Her uncle's Head of Petitions
at the State Council?

What's the State Council? I don't
know what you're talking about.

Where's Marguerite been?
Having coffee at the neighbour's?

Hardly her style, is it?

Been to the dentist's.

Dentist's?

What's his name?
I don't know.

She's never been there before. Why?

What do you think she's been up to?

Someone's trying to get rid of me,
Henri.

What?

I'm getting in someone's way.

Someone I'm about to catch,
I suppose.

Or somebody who feels safer
at a distance.

Look...it's nothing to do with me.

I swear it isn't.

Why don't you ask your young friend
to come up?

We can have a party.

He thinks I'm trying to get rid
of him, Marguerite.

Can you believe it?

He thinks I'm trying to kill him.

Not that sort of "get rid of", Henri.

They're trying to make me resign.

Retire early.

Get you to resign?

That'd give you something
to celebrate, wouldn't it?

I wouldn't do anything dirty
like that.

Fair's fair.

I've known you nearly 20 years.

He knows you wouldn't really.
Do I?

What about this girl?
What's her name?

Nicole.

She says I got her drunk.

And then I tried to seduce her.

You?

How old is she?
18.

She's obviously madly in love
with someone

who knows he can do
what he wants with her.

He can just tell her to do something
and she'll do it without question.

Look, Chief Inspector, I'm a woman.

I know exactly how stupid
women can be.

Ah...just the man.

Janvier.
Yeah?

I have a little favour to ask.

How do you fancy putting your job
on the line

and risking the security
of your wife and kids?

Mm. Sounds an attractive
proposition.

But I think I'll have to say no
this time.

Chief's got a bit of a problem.

Well...

they'll soon be old enough
to fend for themselves.

Well, in 10 or 15 years' time,
that is.

He's gonna need some pictures taken.

Of a girl.

A girl called Nicole Prieur.

I don't know.
That was why I'm asking you.

Well, I'll help as best I can.

Well, she's 18, niece of the Head
of Petition of the State Council

They've got money.
Her uncle drives her here sometimes.

Well, his chauffeur does.
Yes, I know the one.

Mixes with a group of rich kids.
They live near the Arc de Triomphe.

What are they like?

Lazy. Arrogant.

Drive up in the sports cars and park
them in the professor's spaces.

Those who aren't driven here
in Daddy's car.

What's Nicole studying?

I don't know. History? Geography? It
doesn't make much difference really.

I mean, that's not
what they're here for.

That's not what that lot
are interested in.

What are they interested in?

Having a good time.

Dancing, going to night clubs.

There's one they like going
to especially.

What's it called?

Er... Oh, you know.

Near the Avenue de la Grande Arme.

No, I don't know.
Yes, you do.

The restaurant's on the ground
floor. The club's in the basement.

What the hell's it called? They give
you a key if you're a member.

Ah! The 100 Keys.

So we might be retiring
to our little cottage on La Loire

rather sooner than I thought.

Well, I've always wanted
to move down there.

Well, I was trying to look
on the bright side.

I'm sorry.

It's nice to go out
for a nice meal together

somewhere really, really smart.

It'll take your mind off work.
Yes.

A last fling while
we can still afford it.

Well, you've obviously built up
a thriving business, Marcel.

Chef's a miracle, isn't he?

It was a delicious meal, thank you?

Do you know, I think I recognise
some of your customers?

I'm sure you do?

We get all the top people here.

And I'm sure they recognise you,
Chief Inspector.

I was a little alarmed
when you walked in.

I've been reading about these
robberies you've been dealing with.

You don't think we'll be next
on the list?

Who knows?

Tell me, Marcel. How does one
go about joining your club?

One?

You mean you?

Why? You like dancing, do you?

We, love it, don't we, darling?

Oh, yes, yes. We adore it.
I should say so.

Well... Well, first you'd have
to pay 10,000 francs.

Second, you'd have to have
two club members to back you.

And, third, you'd have
to be voted in by the committee.

Well, you're obviously not keen
to get the wrong sort of member.

Exactly. Very select.

What are the members like?

Similar to the types who eat up here.

Half their age, I should imagine.

Well, they do tend to be, yes.

But it's all very strictly managed.

Everything is completely correct
and above board.

Break the rules once and you're out.
Tell me...

Do the members know about your past,
Marcel?

Please. I am entirely respectable
and above board nowadays,

including the night club.

We've got sons of oil millionaires
down there. We've got the lot.

One girl's dad's a member
of the Jockey Club.

Is he, really? Mm.

And the membership list is entirely
confidential, is it?

Pardon?

Oh, yes. Entirely confidential.

Very strict club rule, that is.

I'm very pleased to hear it.

A very strict, unbreakable rule.

Except for an old friend.

Well, that would be different,
of course.

One member who backed her
was a friend from the Sorbonne.

Martine Bout.

The other lives on
the Rue des Fleurs.

Where the vegetable porter lives?

That's her.
They wouldn't have him, would they?

You said they were very select.

No, the member lives opposite Henri.

A dentist. Francois Melan.

Coincidence?
A dentist to Henri's girlfriend.

Marguerite went to see him.

I saw her coming out of his house.

So it's not a coincidence.

Just got these developed, Chief.

Lucas thought
they might come in useful.

Well, you can show these around.

See if anyone recognises her.
Right.

You keep those. I've got copies.

What are you gonna do?
Get my teeth done.

Have you got an appointment?

Why does he call himself
a stomatologiste?

That's what he is.

Not because it's more distinguished
sounding than dentist?

You can't see him
without an appointment.

It says between ten and 12.
It's out of date.

Oh, I'm sure Dr Melan will see me,
madame.

Mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle. I'm in agony.

I've been in absolute agony
all night.

If you're in a hurry,
you ought to try another dentist.

I'll wait, thank you.

(BUZZER)

A right molar?

I think so, yes.

It's been causing you pain?

Unbearable.

Well, we'll have to do something
about that, won't we?

If you wouldn't mind.
Thank you.

Have you had trouble before?

Oh, no, I've always had
very good teeth.

Would you put your head right back?
Ah, right.

Would you open your mouth?

Wider.

Does this hurt?
No.

This?
No.

Did that hurt?
No. But it's not very pleasant.

No, I'm sure it wasn't.
No sharp pain, though?

Afraid not, no.

Well, I'm afraid there's nothing
wrong. Not that I can see.

Well, I've been in absolute agony,
doctor.

I thought the world
was coming to an end.

I don't know.

Perhaps it's sinusitis.

Or perhaps you're just imagining it.
People do, you know?

Well, it's even more worrying.

That'll be 600 francs for the visit.

He didn't do anything.
There was nothing the matter.

If there had been, it'd be more.

Daylight robbery, that.

Was yesterday the first time
you've been over there?

Yes.

Why? Because it was the first time
I've ever had toothache.

Ever?
Yes.

You don't expect me
to believe that, do you?

It doesn't make any difference to me
whether you do or whether you don't.

As a matter of fact, I do believe
you. Just for the record.

Goodness me.
Now I'm really worried.

That's just what I said to him.

What?
Nothing.

Tell me about this nurse.
What do you make of her?

I don't make anything.
I don't like her, that's all.

Look, what IS all this?
Do you know her name?

Motte. Mademoiselle Motte.

Does she live there?
No, but she works late.

She's often there
till seven or eight. Why?

What's she done?
I don't know if she's done anything.

I don't know anything at all.

That's why I'm asking you,
Marguerite.

I mean, did she ask you any
questions, anything unusual?

No. Except when I told her where
I lived, she asked me what floor?

Is that all?
One other thing.

She looked me up and down and asked
me if anything else was the matter?

Apart from the toothache.

Not again.

I thought I heard you.

How many times have you been
in the last few weeks?

Too many, but this is different.
I'll tell you what...

I'll buy you a nice pair of pyjamas
and a toothbrush.

At least, that'll save the bother
of having to open the door for you.

Why is it different?

Because I'm not here about
the restaurant jobs.

Does either of you recognise
this young woman?

oh, is this the one giving you
all the trouble? Let me see.

Yes, I've seen her
two or three times. Across the road.

Coming out of the dentist?
Not during office hours.

It was just before
I went off to market.

Nine. Half-past.

Do you remember if the surgery light
was on? Yes, I do.

And it wasn't. It often is in the
evenings and it wasn't then. 00:31:41,999
That's why I wondered
what they were up to.

Have you ever been pregnant,
Marguerite?

Now, come on. Fair's fair.
What I mean is...

have you ever had to get rid
of a baby?

Yes. Yes, I have, but not for years.

Is that why she asked
what was the matter with me?

Was that why she looked me up
and down like that?

Well, she didn't ask me
the same question, did she?

Lucas!

Janvier!

What would you say if I ordered you

to tell me how you've spent
your time

hour by hour since we met yesterday,
Inspector?

I'd resign.

Hm. Well, I don't need to ask you.
I already know.

I know everything.

I even know that your teeth are
in perfect working order.

You had me followed?

I told you not to question anyone
about this matter, Chief Inspector.

And you ignored me.

I also told you not
to talk about with your men.

And you ignored that.
Sir -

Lucas. I've talked to your men,
Chief Inspector.

None of them will be helping you
again.

I've made it quite clear to them
how lucky there are

not to be facing serious
disciplinary action, as it is.

You want my resignation,
you can have it.

You've been working too hard.
You need a rest.

I do not need a rest!

You will be taking sick leave,

until the investigation
concerning you is completed.

When we are ready, you will be
allowed to return to your office

to prepare your defence.

In the meantime, your duty will be
taken over by your junior officers.

Your leave begins at once,
Chief Inspector.

Well, it's nice to have you home.

Someone to chat to.

Pass the time of day with.

Are you going to mend the leak
in the sink? How lovely?

It's needed doing for weeks.

Will you be back for supper?

He knew about my teeth.

Pardon?

The Chief Commissioner. He knew
there was nothing wrong with them.

Well, there isn't anything wrong
with most people's teeth.

Ah. But he didn't find that out
by having me followed.

Dr Melan must have telephoned
Nicole Prieur,

who complained to her uncle,
who told the Ministry of Interior,

who immediately telephoned
the Chief Commissioner.

Yes, I do see.

And you're not to talk to any
of them.

Maigret!

(WHISTLES)

I'm just going to see my doctor.
Hope that allowed.

No, no, I'd better not.
I'm on sick leave.

But you were perfectly healthy
two days ago.

Funny thing.

That's just what my dentist
said to me.

I want you to do me a favour.

I want you to find out about him
for me.

Your dentist? Why?

Well, he calls himself
a stomatologiste, whatever that is.

His name is Francois Melan.

He lives and works
in Rue des Fleurs.

he has a nurse who is "unfriendly",
I suppose is the word.

Her name is Motte.

Juliette Motte?

You know her?
Mm.

Not personally. She used to work
for an old friend of mine.

Jacques Vivier.
What did he say about her?

He said she was the best nurse
he'd ever had.

Really? She just had
a rather forbidding manner.

But underneath
she was kindness itself.

He almost thought she was too
soft-hearted for her own good.

I think we're being followed.
Who by?

By the police.

But don't worry.

I really do appreciate what you're
doing for me, Doctor.

If anything terrible happens,
I will do my very best

to keep you out of it, I promise.

Oh.

Left at the next turning.

(RINGS BELL)

Ah, good evening. Is Dr Melan in?

No, he's not. Perhaps I can speak
to you, mademoiselle.

We can speak down here.

Is the doctor upstairs?
No!

I told you!

How dare you!

Why won't you believe me?!
He's not here!

Why are you protecting him,
mademoiselle?

I'm not protecting him.

Anyway, who are you?

You came here. There was nothing
wrong with your teeth.

You know perfectly well who I am,
Mademoiselle Motte.

Why did you decide to look after
Dr Melan?

Why did you give up everything
for him, in particular?

I haven't given up anything.

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

He pays me very well.

Why not some other man?
Jacques Vivier, for example?

Didn't he pay well?
How did you know about him?

Of course, he was an older man,
wasn't he?

Probably married
and quite self-sufficient.

Whereas Dr Melan, well...

..there was always something boyish
about him.

Is there?

I think so, yes.

Of course, I know certain women
like that sort of man.

Brings out the maternal instinct
in them.

But does he like them?
That's the question.

Let's not stay in here.

We don't want Dr Melan wondering

why someone's working in his surgery
at this time of night.

You know, you can see the light in
here quite clearly from the street.

And you can see anyone in the street
quite clearly from here.

And, of course, you can see anyone
in the apartment opposite too.

Dr Melan must have seen me
on many occasions,

standing by the window over there,
don't you think?

He probably also saw my men
waiting down in the street

to follow Henri Lautier.

Who?

A criminal I've been trying to catch
for some time now.

That's why I was in his apartment,
talking to him and his girlfriend.

You mean, you were -

Oh, I wasn't here
because of Dr Melan.

I just like staring out of windows.

Helps me think, I suppose.

I certainly scared the doctor.

Terrified the doctor so much

he worked out the most extraordinary
plan to destroy my reputation.

Like a clever, but very destructive
child, is that right?

Made me angry at first.

Very angry.

I'm sorry.

You mustn't blame him.

As you say, he's like a child.
But he isn't a child, is he?

So why shouldn't I blame him?

I only had a few years
to go to retirement,

so it wasn't important,
is that what they thought?

I'd probably get my pension, anyway,
so...

You're right.
He was terrified of you.

Why?

Because he thought
that I'd discovered

that he performs abortions?

Did you know he performed them?

Yes.

But that isn't enough, is it?

For him to do what he did to me,
surely?

I said I'm sorry
for what happened to you.

But you can't expect me to help you.
Why not?

Because I am all he has.

And he's all you have.

Tell me about Nicole Prieur.

Is she his mistress?

No.

No more than I am certainly not.

But he did give her an abortion.

Was that the hold he had over her?

Did he threaten to tell her uncle
unless she did what he wanted?

Because she certainly did it well
with complete and utter conviction.

He would have made her do it,
but he didn't need to.

She'd have done anything for him.

Why is that?

Because he was so kind to her
when he did the abortion?

She was mad about him.

And he always is kind.

They think he likes them,
but he doesn't.

He feels nothing
but contempt for them.

Especially her.
Why her?

Because she's a silly
stuck-up bitch,

who doesn't begin to understand him.

Ah.

And you do?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

I'm the only one
that's always good to him.

He doesn't ask for anything back.

Is that why he's terrified of women?
Because of what they might want back?

He's not terrified.

Why does he hate them so much?
He doesn't hate them.

He doesn't hate me.

No.

Because you mean something different
to him,

something that's more important
that's not to do with sex.

Because you don't threaten him
the way the others do.

(SOBS) Because he doesn't
find me attractive.

It's true.

What does he do with them, Juliette?

What does he do with the women
after he's killed them?

I can't betray him.
I've told you, I can't.

I'm the only one he has.

Where is he now?
I need to talk to him.

I'm not going to say another word.
I can't.

I need to talk to him. He needs my
help. You know he does.

You'll have to talk to me in the end.

Or it'll be on your conscience
for the rest of your life.

I've always been extremely
interested

in the power the doctor has
over his patient, you see.

The absolute trust the patient
has to place in him

is part of the unwritten trust
that exist between the two.

Sometimes, however, the power which,
by definition, must be one way,

can be undermined by the presence
of an additional ingredient.

What additional ingredient is that,
Francois?

Sexual attraction, of course.

Of course. You're a man of the world.
You understand.

A pretty young woman exerting her
spell over the doctor

can seriously unbalance
the power ratio.

One has to maintain one's
professional standards.

It has to be discouraged.

By means of anaesthetic.

It's very simple.

And painless.

A large amount of anaesthetic
doesn't hurt the patient, you know,

any more than a small amount does.

Science is a wonderful thing.

I'd go so far as to say it's
the only thing in my experience

that can be entirely relied upon
in this world.

How many women have you treated
in this way, Doctor?

Four.

In the last five and a half years.

You'll find them in there.

I haven't harmed them.

Nothing like that.

It's strange how good it is
to talk to you, you know.

I was extremely scared
first of all...

when I first saw you.

Which is why I had to do to you
what I did.

But I feel perfectly calm now.

Must be the night air.

You know...
I suddenly feel very happy.

Won't you sit down, please?

No, thank you, sir.

I see the remains of four women
have been recovered

exactly where you described.

What can I say?

Well, you could say,
"Thank goodness, we caught him,

"or who knows how many more
there might have been?"

I'm sorry? Oh, yes.

The man's mad, of course.

Completely insane.
Probably.

I'd like to put on record that his
nurse Mademoiselle Motte

was completely ignorant
of what was going on.

Surely, that's not possible.
She was there most of the time.

That's my professional opinion, sir.

She doesn't live there,
and I questioned her very thoroughly.

Dr Melan makes the same point
in his statement.

Yes, but we've agreed
that he's completely -

Very well, Chief Inspector.

It's your investigation.

Thank you, sir.
And you wish me to continue it?

Of course.
And with the restaurant robberies.

Well, I err... I think that's it.

I think that'll be all.

I er... My apologies once again,
Chief Inspector.

May I ask about one final point?

Yes.

I assume I'm now free
to question Nicole Prieur.

No.
I beg your pardon?

No, you're not free.
Why not?

Because she's a disturbed,
deeply muddled young woman,

who's been through
a very difficult time.

I think she's suffering enough
already.

And you've talked to her uncle.

As a matter of fact I have, and
with the Minister of the Interior.

They were both extremely concerned
for you,

as well as her, I might add.

That's very kind of them.

Listen, Maigret...

you've got your murderer.

It'll be in all the papers.

You won't do badly out of it.
Just leave it at that.

Thank you...sir.

I forbid you to speak to her,
Maigret.

Who was following Henri last night?

Janvier. Got nothing.

ha. You're all lost without me.

Well, that's one way
of looking at it.

The other way is we got the same
result last night

as all the other nights
when you were with us.

Ha ha ha!. True.

Anyway, it wasn't entirely wasted.

Janvier had a chat with him.

told him you were being reinstated
with full honours.

Henri was delighted.
Sent you his best wishes.

He organised two restaurants
being turned over last night.

We're going soft.

Well, I'm sorry, but -
Hold it.

Chief, be careful.
Yeah.

Feel better now?

Take me to the nearest bar, Lucas,
buy me a large Calvados,

and then I'll feel better.

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