♪ ♪ MILA: Wouldn't be listening to us, would you?

♪ ♪ This gang could be connected to Batille's killing.

MAIGRET: They stabbed him to death, but left the recorder, which has their voices on it.

I don't think so.

KERNAVEL: So you're letting Cavre go on a wild goose chase.

Could you tell us anything about the man?

That he's a coward.

SOPHIE (on phone): I'm in trouble.

You have to come home.

You've just challenged a killer.

You can't leave Paris.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (bell tolling in distance) (bell continues) Better hurry.

Mass is in 15 minutes.

♪ ♪ (bell continues) ♪ ♪ SOPHIE: Maigret?

You decided to show up.

Well, you needn't have bothered.

I can handle things here.

That's not what you said last night.

Last night I was upset.

What happened to Janos?

Good morning, Countess.

SOPHIE: Dr.

Bouchardon, good morning.

(lowering voice): I kicked Janos out.

I'm kicking them all out.

I've relied too long on untrustworthy men.

I don't include your father in that.

I'm sorry for what I said last night.

It wasn't true.

I apologize.

(exhales) You should go back to Paris, Maigret.

I'll look after Saint-Fiacre.

(handbell ringing) (lens zooming, church bell ringing) (shutter clicks) (shutter clicking) LAPOINTE: Who am I photographing, exactly?

Maigret thinks Antoine Batille's killer might be here.

Where is the boss?

Lucas said he had to leave town.

Personal.

Where's Torrence?

(horns honking in distance) Yeah, I got Antoine's father, his sister.

(shutter clicks) Looks like we're starting.

♪ ♪ (shutter clicking, lens zooming) ♪ ♪ PRIEST: He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.

(coins rattle) For thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

(Sophie gasps, whimpers) Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.

Thou anointest my head with oil... (Sophie gasping) ♪ ♪ (lens zooming, shutter clicking) ♪ ♪ (church bell echoes, audio distorts) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (distorted): Bouchardon!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) CAVRE (sighs): I'll ask again.

What's the point of this?

Maigret asked for it.

Maigret knows we have the murderer.

He said so yesterday, so what are we doing?

Anyone?

Look, we need to get the art thieves back in a room and put the screws to them.

Put the screws to them?

Yes!

You know what I mean.

Sergeant Lucas, if you can't get hold of Maigret, I'll get hold of Kernavel.

We only have these suspects for so long, and we are wasting time.

BOUCHARDON: It was a heart attack, Captain Chabot.

She had complained to me of chest pains, feeling faint.

I gave her pills for high blood pressure and, and I begged her to go and get a proper checkup, but... And her son was breaking her heart.

This is just tragic.

♪ ♪ (phone vibrating) Lucas.

LUCAS: Boss.

(sighs) We did surveillance on the funeral.

We got the photos, but we don't know what to do with them.

Can I see them?

Sure, where are you?

MAIGRET: Saint-Fiacre, near Montmirail.

What?

That's... That's two hours away.

Boss, we need to work the Batille case, I... Do we get the art thieves back in?

Yes.

Despite the business with the photographs this morning?

Yes.

Keep questioning the gang, and if the media ask questions, just tell them we're not looking for anyone else.

Boss, you're trying to send a message to someone, aren't you?

Who?

I don't know.

(car door opens and closes) ♪ ♪ (inhales) Boss, is there anything we can do to help?

MAIGRET: Yes.

A woman just died.

A woman I came here to help.

I need a hand down here.

Who can you spare?

You can have Janvier and Lapointe.

They're owed time off.

(knocks) MAIGRET: Tell them to meet me at La Manon hotel in Saint-Fiacre.

And bring the photos.

Thanks, Lucas.

(call ends) (broom sweeping) MAIGRET: Madame Jaume.

Can I speak to Ernest?

I was told he was altar boy at this morning's mass.

He's not here.

(door opens) I don't know where he is.

(door closes) Thank you very much.

♪ ♪ Hello, Ernest.

What did you give the countess in church this morning?

Nothing!

Let go of me!

(Ernest grunts) Get off of me, you big pedo!

(grunts) ♪ ♪ Who gave you this?

(door opens) ♪ ♪ (men talking softly in background) ♪ ♪ Lost something?

(yelps) (exhales) They are mine-- she didn't even give me time to pack.

Where are you gonna go?

How would I know?

(scoffs) I sacrificed so much moving here.

And then she was irrational.

The accusations.

She was not a well woman.

I'd stick around, if I were you.

Why should I?

Do you want your face all over the TV?

A lot of people like me coming after you?

Stick around.

(bangs door) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door opens in distance) GAUTIER: Come on, Janos.

(door closes) ♪ ♪ (shutter clicks) ♪ ♪ CHABOT: What are you doing here?

Having a pee.

(toilet flushes) You have no jurisdiction here-- I want you to leave.

I am leaving, but I'm not going away.

Nor should you.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (phone vibrating) Torrence.

TORRENCE (on phone): Boss, I got a call for you.

He says it's about Batille, but he'll only talk to you.

MAIGRET: Thanks.

Uh, put him through.

(button beeps, line clicks) This is Maigret.

BERCY (on phone): Don't bother to trace the call.

I won't be on long enough.

We're not tracing it.

BERCY: Do you know who I am?

No.

But I know what you did.

BERCY: Then why did you tell lies in public?

To get you to call me.

BERCY: Very clever.

Okay, if you're so clever, have I killed before?

(exhales): I don't know.

But can I ask you a question?

Do you remember his face?

♪ ♪ Antoine Batille.

Well, you went back and looked at him, then stabbed him again.

So, do you remember his face?

BERCY: Yes.

And does he stop you sleeping?

(Bercy inhales, call ends) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ MR.

MAIGRET: Better hurry.

Mass is in 15 minutes.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Can I help you with something?

Chief Inspector Maigret.

Maigret?

Are you... Was this... I am.

And this... Well, I suppose it was, once.

Ah!

Well!

Come in, please.

Please, come in.

(computer keys clacking) GAUTIER: Natalie, guess who's here.

Maigret.

The son of Evariste Maigret, the estate manager before me.

Madame Gautier.

NATALIE: Mademoiselle-- I'm his daughter.

And bank manager in Montmirail.

That's right, Crédit Rural.

Yeah, my wife and I separated some years ago.

She found country life too hard.

Mm.

And you've made some changes.

Oh, the old place was completely falling apart.

Sadly, I had no choice.

♪ ♪ NATALIE: And I still don't know why you kept this old table.

GAUTIER: I kept it because it has character.

(continues in voiceover): Character and for continuity.

YOUNG MAIGRET: Dad?

Is everything okay?

Uh, yes.

Of course.

GAUTIER: The countess-- it's a terrible tragedy.

We're heartbroken.

Poor dear Sophie.

(keys clacking) Tell me about Janos Varga.

Oh, well... I'm afraid it's not a very edifying story.

Attractive man, vulnerable older woman.

He took advantage of her?

Well, I wish she'd spent less on his "art."

(chuckles) But in the scheme of things, I suppose it didn't really matter.

Anyway, I hear he's gone-- good riddance.

You hear?

You gave him a lift half an hour ago.

Where to?

A hotel in Montmirail.

He had nowhere else to go-- I felt sorry for him.

The countess's son will be here soon.

What will you tell him?

Is that any of your business?

Do you want me to make it my business?

(chuckles) Look, it's obvious.

The estate is bankrupt.

Things started to go wrong under your father, I'm afraid.

Don't get me wrong, he was a decent man, but out of his depth, and... Well, Sophie trusted him until it was too late.

I did what I could.

I, I sold what farms I could to stem the bleeding, but, uh... What will your advice to Maurice be?

Sell-- he has no choice.

I doubt the sale will even pay off the overdraft.

I'll do my best to help him, of course.

It's not like he ever showed much interest in the place.

Again, I'm sorry your visit was, was so sad.

Have a safe trip back to Paris.

I'm not going back to Paris.

I'm taking this.

What?

It belongs to the estate.

It belongs to my father.

Bought it as a gift for the countess's 21st birthday.

This was his copy.

Wh... (stammering): Um, ju... Maigret.

(door opens) (sirens wailing) Cavre got a result.

Branchu and Sovran both made statements refuting Mila's alibi.

We haven't had a lab report back on the knife.

The other evidence is enough to charge Mila for Antoine's murder, so, knowing the thing that you know, which you are refusing to share, should we go ahead and charge?

Yes.

But put my name on the charge sheet.

(stammers): Cavre will be royally pissed off.

He's not the only one who'll be pissed off.

He'll thank me in the long run.

(sighs) You're playing a dangerous game, boss.

(engine revving) Janvier, at last.

(tires screeching) The game is working-- keep playing it.

My name on the charge sheet, Mila as the killer.

(car doors open) Ooh!

(car door closes) It's all right for some.

(car door closes) LAPOINTE: From Antoine's funeral.

Thanks.

Can I have one of those, please?

Not yet.

I need you to go to Montmirail town hall.

Ask for the property records, find out who owns these farms.

Also, when they were bought, how much for, and who did the financing.

We've just driven for two hours.

And the office closes in two hours.

If anyone gives you any grief, tell them it's a murder investigation.

You can take this.

(shutter clicks) You can keep it.

(car doors open and close) (phone vibrating) (engine starts, revs) (car tears away, tires screech) LOUISE (on phone): Maigret.

Sweetheart.

Are you all right?

I'm so sorry about the countess.

(exhales vocally) It was in church, like my dreams.

She died almost in front of me.

LOUISE: I'm sorry, my love.

But look, about your text, I dropped in on Hélène, because I, I think you must have misheard about the countess's condition.

MAIGRET: What do you mean?

You wrote high blood pressure.

That's what the doctor said.

LOUISE: But the pills you photographed were fludrocortisone.

So... Hi.

Uh, fludrocortisone is for hypotension-- low blood pressure.

If you give this to someone with high blood pressure, you're just exacerbating the condition.

So you must have misheard, because no doctor would prescribe these.

No, uh, of course-- thanks, Hélène.

Are you coming back or staying?

MAIGRET: Staying.

A little bit longer.

I saw on the news you're charging someone in the boy's murder.

Yes, but not the killer.

He called me.

And?

And I don't know.

He's made contact, so I'm one step closer to him.

Are you in the right place, Maigret?

You mean, in my head?

No.

In reality.

Geography.

You should be here.

Mmm.

LOUISE: Paris.

A crime was committed here, too.

I rolled the dice.

Now I have to follow through.

Okay.

MAIGRET: I love you.

I love you, too.

(phone button clicks) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MAURICE: I had to go to the morgue in Montmirail to identify her.

I thought how young she seemed.

But then, she was young.

(voice trembling): 52.

Yes.

The same age as my father.

(inhales) She told me you liked it.

Calvados.

Thank you.

Why are you here?

Your mother called me.

She said she was ill, scared, and surrounded by people she didn't trust.

I came, but not in time to help her.

I let her down.

I'm the one who let her down.

And I'm afraid I'm going to keep on doing it.

I'm going to sell the château.

Gautier says I have to.

This place destroyed my mother.

I won't let it destroy me.

(voice trembles): I will walk away without a backwards glance.

I felt the same when my father died, that, that it had killed him.

I left.

Never wanted to see it again.

Is that why you went to Paris?

The police?

Paris, yes, but not the police.

I went into a black hole for two years.

Drink, drugs, everything else.

Like I wanted to flush Saint-Fiacre out of my system.

What happened?

Well, someone was kind.

Told me to grow up.

Who?

(exhales) You do what you have to do.

All I will say is, Gautier was not on your mother's side, and he's not on yours.

But he's not wrong about how things are.

And what choice do I have?

I have no money, no recourse.

Nothing.

I believe bad things were done here.

Not just today, but for years.

If you're willing to fight, I can give you the ammunition.

Are you hungry?

Most of the time.

I don't know what we have.

Then let's have a look.

♪ ♪ (knock at door) Yep.

(door opens) Madam Prosecutor.

I think you know that I'm all about loyalty.

The team.

Yes?

When the leader of that team absents himself from the work, but still takes credit for the results of that work, isn't one obliged to protest on behalf of the team?

You're talking about Maigret?

Yes.

He insisted on putting his name on a charge sheet where he had nothing, literally nothing, to do with closing the case.

Plus, by the way, where is he?

Nobody seems to know, apart from maybe Sergeant Lucas.

(chuckling): And she... Maigret is in Saint-Fiacre.

An urgent personal matter.

You knew.

Still.

It's not right.

It's not ideal.

I'd like my protest to go on the record.

He's the chief inspector, but sees fit to swan off into the middle of nowhere on some personal matter, but still take the credit for other people's hard work.

And you're 100% confident in this work?

Yes, ma'am.

We have built a good case.

Watertight?

(stammers softly) As watertight as any case can be, you know, but lawyers and courts... Yes.

Thank you, Inspector Cavre.

Thank you, ma'am.

(door opens) (inhales) (door closes) (exhales) You're allowed to just take time off like this?

Disappear from work?

Well, it's a risk I had to take.

(phone vibrating) Janvier.

Mm.

You have copies of everything?

Good-- see you at the hotel.

The ammunition is starting to come in.

Tomorrow, you should request a meeting here.

Invite Gautier, his daughter, Dr.

Bouchardon, even Janos Varga.

No.

Yes.

Tell them you're selling Saint-Fiacre, and you want to thank everyone for everything they've done for your mother over the years.

Invite that Gendarmerie Captain Chabot, as well.

Maigret.

I don't understand.

(inhales) I'll be here early tomorrow morning with Janvier and Lapointe.

We'll give you the ammunition.

Then you'll understand.

Then you'll be angry.

♪ ♪ Saint-André?

(phone vibrating) (button clicks) Lucas-- you're working late.

LUCAS: I think I've got him on the line.

Put him through.

Thanks, Lucas.

(button beeps, line clicks) Maigret.

BERCY: You're right, I haven't slept.

I keep seeing his face.

And when, when I turned him over, he looked at me like I'd come to help him.

(rain falling, Antoine gasping) Grateful.

And that made you angry.

♪ ♪ Yeah.

I had to show him I hadn't come to help.

So I stabbed him again.

(knife stabbing, Bercy grunting) Then he knew who I was.

(Antoine exhaling, thunder rumbling) ♪ ♪ (exhales) BERCY: You there?

I'm here.

BERCY: Do you have an answer to the question, "Have I killed before?"

I still don't.

The stranger death, that's the thing you fear the most.

Isn't it?

No connection between killer and victim.

Yes, we are afraid of that.

So my next victim will be a stranger, and you won't solve that one, either.

You're overlooking one thing: there is a connection.

Between you and me.

Just because I talk to you doesn't mean you know me.

You don't know me.

I'm looking at you right now.

♪ ♪ You're suffering.

You keep seeing his face.

You can't sleep.

(call ends) ♪ ♪ (exhales) Christ's sakes, boss.

♪ ♪ (softly): Keep at it.

We've a job to do.

♪ ♪ MAURICE: The last of the Lafite.

Come on, Captain Chabot.

You're not on duty.

My mother would be very happy to see the house full again with friends and colleagues.

Salud.

But all good things must come to an end.

I'm going to take Monsieur Gautier's advice and put the château up for sale.

Oh, my dear boy.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you, Dr.

Bouchardon.

And because you were not just such good friends to my mother, but you are also wise in the ways of the world, I want to ask what you think.

How much will I get?

(inhales) Mademoiselle Gautier, our accounts are held at your bank.

What's our overdraft?

Nearly two million euros, I'm afraid.

Huh, ouch.

Um, Gautier, what can we get for the remaining land?

Oh, well, it's very hard to estimate.

We'll have to compare with recent sales.

All right.

Let's do that.

Middle Farm.

Sold five years ago.

300 hectares, about the same as the land I have left.

What did it go for?

GAUTIER: Uh, I'm afraid I, I don't have the figures in my head.

It sold for 850,000 euros.

MAURICE (scoffs): That's not good.

(chuckles) Well... (clears throat) You have to understand, the, uh, land values had been declining.

I could only find one buyer.

Understood.

But what about the farmhouse?

It was 18th-century.

850,000 euros including the farmhouse.

It was in terrible condition.

Your mother was lucky to get that much.

(chuckles): Okay?

(Maurice clears throat) JANVIER: It was sold 18 months later for two-and-a-half million euros.

(Gautier sneezes) Okay, hm.

Saint-André.

Much larger, 500 hectares.

Given arable land's worth 7,000 a hectare?

We must have got at least three million.

Saint-André was sold for 970,000 euros.

Most of the land was just grazing.

Prices were depressed at the time, and, and... And you could only find one buyer.

Yes!

I could only find one buyer.

Look, I can see what you're doing.

You've brought these people here, whoever they are... JANVIER: Saint-André was sold two years later for 3.5 million euros.

♪ ♪ (voice trembling): 3.5 million.

Some profit.

Who was the lucky buyer?

LAPOINTE: A limited company based in Liechtenstein.

Services et Conseils Rurales, S.A.R.L.

The same company also bought Middle Farm.

Its directors are Sebastian Gautier and Natalie Gautier.

I don't have to listen to this-- come on, Natalie.

Bloody ridiculous.

Don't-- hey.

(door closes) Get out of the way, get out of the... Captain Chabot, tell him to get out of the way!

He's a friend of the family-- what can I do?

Shall I summarize, Gautier?

Whenever my mother needed to sell a property to keep the estate alive, you handled the sale.

You sold to yourself for the lowest possible price, then sold on a few months later for a huge profit.

I'm sure when I tried to sell the château, you'd have only found one buyer for that, too: Services et Conseils Rurales, Liechtenstein.

♪ ♪ Dr.

Bouchardon.

Anything to say?

What can I say?

I'm shocked.

It is shocking, isn't it?

But perhaps not as shocking as prescribing her the drugs that killed her.

What are you talking about?

My mother suffered from high blood pressure, but for months, you prescribed her drugs for low blood pressure, making a heart attack more likely, especially in the event of a sudden shock.

Rubbish!

I prescribed her drugs according to the symptoms she told me.

This is a request for an autopsy to be performed on Countess Sophie de Saint-Fiacre due to the suspicious circumstances surrounding her death.

Don't you dare!

(both grunting) Janos.

I've neglected you, I'm sorry.

I have nothing to do with any of this.

This phone was given to Sophie de Saint-Fiacre yesterday.

It has photos of her of a sexually graphic nature.

A statement from Ernest Jaume, altar boy, saying Janos Varga paid him 100 euros to give the countess the phone in church and remove it afterwards.

MAIGRET: That was the shock that stopped her heart.

Can you prove it?

I don't know.

But if you check their call logs, you'll see they were all talking to one another, especially after they heard that I was coming.

I will examine these so I can understand fully what has happened.

I'll tell you what's happened.

I worked, I slaved to keep this place alive.

You!

What did you do but waste money in Paris?

You're just like your mother, a parasite, living off the sweat of... (grunts) (yelps) NATALIE: You saw that.

He assaulted him!

CHABOT: He insulted his mother.

What do you expect?

(clears throat) Do not leave this area.

Or I will issue warrants for your arrest.

♪ ♪ (Gautier sniffs) GAUTIER: Get off me, I'm all right!

♪ ♪ (breath trembling) (stammers): Sorry, sorry.

I'm just a bit... MAIGRET: She would have been proud of you.

(crying softly) (whirring) Charge sheet for Xavier Mila for the murder of Antoine Batille.

Lab is not 100% on Mila's knife?

No DNA.

Obviously, the killer would have cleaned it, but it's a 100% match for blade and stab depth.

Good.

Well done, Inspector.

Come with me and we'll inform Monsieur Mila.

Wait-- what time was Batille stabbed?

Between 10:25 and 10:35.

TORRENCE: I've been checking the CCTV from the night Antoine was killed.

Camera on an ATM near the Basilique de Saint-Denis metro.

Who do you think they are?

LUCAS: That's Mila, Branchu, and Sovran.

TORRENCE: This is exactly where Mila said he was in his alibi, and, as he also said in his alibi, the other two are with him.

Mm-hmm-- Maigret asked you to track the robbers, and you couldn't be bothered?

(softly): I'm an inspector-- it's not my job.

It is your job.

Clearly, Mila did not do it.

Is Maigret any closer to identifying the real killer?

Wait.

They're talking, but still no I.D.

♪ ♪ What do you mean, they're talking?

What, he knew all, he knew it wasn't Mila, he, he... ♪ ♪ Why would he do that?

Why would he do this?

You got the degree in psychology, mate.

KERNAVEL: Okay, so what happens next?

Where is the killer?

♪ ♪ (footsteps climbing stairs) (keys jangling) Here, let me help you.

Thanks, I can manage.

No.

No, I, I want to help you.

♪ ♪ Thank you.

What you guys just did was amazing.

(phone vibrating) I don't know how I could ever repay you.

Easy-- invite us round for a weekend.

LAPOINTE: Two weekends.

Anytime you want.

(talking softly) It's me-- I'm starting back.

Couple of hours max.

(inhales): That's good.

I'm at home now.

♪ ♪ (conversation continues) Is everything okay?

Yes, uh... ♪ ♪ You know, you roll the dice.

♪ ♪ I'll see you soon.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Antoine Batille's killer is in my apartment, he has my wife.

Janvier, we'll take your car.

♪ ♪ (tires screech) LUCAS: Just a cordon outside the building, that's all-- low-key.

He's just going to walk in there?

He says he's a danger to himself more than anyone else.

No.

I'll speak to the director.

I will not risk lives-- there should be a RAID team in there.

Maigret knows the killer-- he's been talking to him.

LUCAS: He knows the killer is waiting for him.

Madame Prosecutor, you have to trust Maigret on this.

I did trust him, and look where we are!

♪ ♪ Okay.

Okay-- low-key.

♪ ♪ How did you find where we live?

I read that Chief Inspector Maigret's wife worked as a psychiatric nurse.

So I called every hospital in town and asked to talk to you.

You should have been a, a real feminist and kept your maiden name.

(chuckles) I love my husband.

Having his name doesn't diminish me.

If you say so.

Are you scared?

Yes.

I've never seen him angry.

I'm wondering what it will be like.

(engine roaring) LUCAS (on radio): Janvier?

Janvier-- E.T.A.

one minute.

LUCAS: Roger that-- we're outside.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sniffs) (phone calling out) ZIZOU (on phone): You've reached Zizou.

You want some breaking news?

(tires screeching) Anything?

TORRENCE: Just been on the roof opposite-- they're in the kitchen.

Your wife's at the table-- she seems okay.

LUCAS: If Torrence can see in, then so can a sniper.

MAIGRET: No-- can I have a radio?

Come in when I say, not before.

Boss, he's got a knife.

In case you need to blow his head off.

♪ ♪ (magazine clicks, slide racks) (door opens) MAIGRET: It's Maigret.

I'm coming in.

BERCY: Don't come any closer.

(softly): I'm sorry.

Has he hurt... (quickly) No.

We've been talking.

Why don't you sit down?

Did you get done what you needed to?

Yes.

Stop.

You talk to me, not her.

What do you want to talk about?

You disrespected me.

Called me a coward.

I did.

I'm sorry.

Well, you underestimated me.

Didn't you?

Tell me what you want.

Don't want to be forgotten.

What?

(whispers): Of course.

No, she doesn't know what she's talking about.

I know the answer to your question: have you killed before?

You have.

But it was a long time ago.

It wasn't planned.

Someone angered you, or disrespected you.

You stabbed him.

You weren't caught.

You weren't even suspected.

But for months, you were afraid you'd be found out.

You never were.

But eventually, you began to get angry.

Because no one knew what you'd done, this incredible thing that you'd done.

What had I done?

Taken a life.

Crossed the line.

Removed yourself from the community of man.

♪ ♪ (horn honking, tires screeching) LUCAS (on radio): Torrence, what's going on down there?

We got media arriving.

This is not gonna stay low-key.

Do what you can, just keep people back.

Zizou, how the hell did you find out?

What?

One of you lot called me from La Crim.

LAPOINTE: One of our lot?

And it's not just me-- everyone's coming.

Who was he?

Guy Dubois.

He was just a guy that went with a girl I liked, who I thought liked me.

I found him out by the river by himself.

I went up to him.

He said, "What's up?"

I slid the knife into him.

He said, "What?

", and then he fell down, and I walked away.

How did you feel?

Sick-- sick, sick.

I couldn't eat or sleep.

My parents were sure I was ill.

Then, uh, I began to feel different.

You know, I'd done it, like, I'd, I, I'd crossed your line.

(inhales) And you wanted to feel like that again?

Yeah.

(breath shudders) (whimpers) Why Antoine Batille?

(sucks teeth) I had spent the day walking, and, uh, looking, you know, just looking, and, uh, I thought it was never gonna happen.

And then he just walked by, soaked.

(chuckles) Happy.

He ordered a crepe.

A crepe.

(sighing): He was happy and... I wasn't, so I just, I, I stabbed him.

♪ ♪ They know I'm here!

I've got to get out of here.

That won't happen.

It will, with her.

I'll, I'll walk right out.

(yells): Don't move!

Don't move!

I don't want to go to prison-- can you... Will you, will you tell them I, I couldn't help it?

I was driven to it.

I can do that.

And you, you work with crazy people.

You look after crazy people, so just tell them I'm mad, yeah?

Tell them, like, I, I crossed your line.

Will you tell them?

No.

Sad and lonely isn't mad.

(breathing heavily) It's just sad and lonely.

I don't agree with my husband-- you haven't crossed some magical line.

He cares about the pain that you feel.

I care about the pain that you've caused.

You did terrible things.

Not incredible things.

You are responsible.

When you accept that, you will be able to sleep.

(inhales) Now, please, give me the knife.

♪ ♪ (Bercy sniffs) A gun.

You would've shot me.

Take a seat.

Uh, would you like a drink?

Please.

And one for... I don't know your name.

It's Bercy.

Guillaume Bercy.

Clear to come in.

Door's on the latch.

(knock at door) (door opens) Are, are you okay?

I'm fine.

We're fine.

Thanks, Andrea.

(slide unracks) Will you give that back to Torrence?

Better drink up, Guillaume.

Will you come visit me in prison?

I will.

♪ ♪ (Louise crying) I'm sorry.

♪ ♪ (door opens) (reporters clamoring, camera shutters clicking) ♪ ♪ (Lucas murmuring) Huh.

You're done-- find a new team.

You don't tell me what to do-- I am... (grunts, gasps) ♪ ♪ (Torrence coughs) You're done.

(continues typing) ♪ ♪ KERNAVEL: Inspector Cavre has asked for a transfer out of La Crim.

He says the hostile work environment is affecting his mental health.

Honestly, Maigret, he was two-faced and incompetent.

He's gone.

Two murders solved, one from 15 years ago.

Three thieves charged for the attempted theft of a billionaire's art collection.

And I saw this morning that a Monsieur Gautier and his daughter were arrested at Charles de Gaulle trying to board a flight to Dakar with more than five million euros in cash.

So we should be pleased-- are we?

If it weren't for my wife, we would be looking at a very different picture.

How is she?

Must have been traumatic, to say the least.

We'll take some time off, if that's okay.

Go to the country.

Of course.

(door opens) (birds chirping, trimmer buzzing) (trimmer stops) ♪ ♪ MAURICE: Welcome back, Maigret.

I'm Maurice.

Louise.

A pleasure.

Tidied up a bit.

I can see-- thank you.

My mother will be just down there.

Church will be looked after.

A lot of things will be looked after.

The château's open, there's drinks waiting, and something a bit better than what I offered you last time.

I'll finish up here and see you there in 20 minutes?

LOUISE: That will be lovely, thank you.

♪ ♪ Saint-Fiacre.

You've come home.

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