♪ ♪ MAIGRET: My job isn't what it was.

And I'm not what I was.

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.

(tires screeching) If I can't make a difference, then what's the point?

♪ ♪ KERNAVEL: He will do what he believes is right, whatever the cost.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (car horns honking) ♪ ♪ (match strikes) LOUISE: Move over, Sam.

Okay, get ready.

♪ ♪ (knocking) (door opens) Boss, we've got a problem out here.

So deal with it, Lapointe.

Sorry, this is way out of my league.

♪ ♪ ALL: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ ♪ Happy birthday, dear Maigret ♪ ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ (whooping and cheering) (laughs) Excruciating, but thank you.

Blow out the candles.

Only five?

Uh, that's all I could find at home.

LOUISE: It's your emotional age, dear.

Yeah, funny.

Uh, make a wish!

(others whoop and exclaim) (laughing and applauding) Right, get me some of that cake, quick.

(chuckling) There you go.

Cut up the corpse.

MAIGRET: Mm.

(Louise laughs) No, making a mess of this.

Boss, boss, boss... LOUISE: You're murdering it, my love.

Yep, leave it to the pros.

(clears throat) (cork pops) JANVIER: Whooo!

LAPOINTE: Oi!

JANVIER: Champagne, anyone?

Happy birthday, boss.

Thank you, Lucas.

And for the cake.

Delicious cake, Andrea.

Here, eat.

(phone ringing) I've got to go in a sec.

It was good of you to come.

Oh, you know I like seeing you embarrassed.

Lucas, La Crim.

I don't get off till 8:00, but I booked Pierre's for a birthday supper.

If that's not too late, now you're an old man.

Mm-hmm.

I think I can manage.

Yeah, hold, please.

Boss, the Banque de Vincennes at Place Pasteur just got a bomb threat.

LAPOINTE: So?

We're not the bomb squad.

Bomb squad's on its way, but there's a Champions League match at Parc des Princes-- they need manpower to secure the area.

Okay-- Lucas, you hold the fort.

Janvier, Lapointe, with me.

♪ ♪ LUCAS: Yep, Maigret's team on the way.

♪ ♪ (speaking indistinctly) Sorry, my love.

Mm, okay.

See you later.

Bye.

♪ ♪ (sirens wailing, police radios running) (people talking in background) (tires screeching) (sirens continue) (sirens stop) (police radios running) (people talking in background) They need to move all those people further back.

Make it happen.

Keep moving, please.

Sure, here you go.

For your own safety, keep moving, thank you very much.

I need you behind the line here, please.

Thank you.

Lucas says the threat was delivered by courier 30 minutes ago.

"Divest from big oil or we blow you sky high."

(siren blaring) Ecoterrorism: they'll want publicity.

Could be streaming in real time.

JANVIER: Here's the bomb squad.

(siren stops) (dogs barking) (officers shouting indistinctly) Go, go, go!

♪ ♪ Boss?

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) (radio chirps) Lucas, Lapointe, we're following a young woman, blonde hair, 1.7 meters, print dress, denim jacket, pink backpack.

Cover all exits to the square.

I'm taking Rue Sainte-Celeste.

LAPOINTE (on radio): Roger that-- do we arrest?

MAIGRET: Negative-- follow and observe.

It's Lucas, La Crim.

Have you got a drone over Place Pasteur?

Great-- can you give me access to your feed?

Thanks.

Putting you on speaker.

(button beeps, receiver replaced) MAN (on phone speaker): Feed should be with you now.

We're tracking a suspect heading north on Rue Sainte-Celeste.

MAN: Drone tracking west.

♪ ♪ (man talking in background) MAIGRET: She's heading north on Rue Sulpice.

She's turned onto Rue de l'Université.

(radio chirps) Got her.

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

(people talking in background) (children yelling and laughing) ♪ ♪ She's stopped by the river.

I see her.

(people talking in background) (children laughing) JANVIER: She really loves that backpack.

(horn blowing in distance) Boss, we could distract her, do a switch.

We don't know it's the bomb.

(exhales) Okay, got it.

(hangs up) Boss?

The bomb squad just finished their sweep of the bank.

They didn't find any trace of any bomb.

LAPOINTE: It's got to be in the backpack.

(people talking, children laughing in background) (exhales) Do it.

♪ ♪ How much for this?

♪ ♪ I'm so sorry to interrupt.

(gasps) But do you know where the Bar du Boulon is?

I'm quite lost.

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

JANVIER: Oh, I'm so sorry.

Good work-- take it to the bomb squad.

Thank you.

(voice trembling): No, please, don't hang up-- don't you dare!

MAIGRET: Let's wrap her up nice and... (water splashes) ...gentle.

(backpack drops) You took my bag-- give it back.

We can't do that.

What did I ever do to you?

How can you be so cruel?

Whoa, take it easy.

(people screaming) Take it easy.

(people screaming, glass breaking) ♪ ♪ (people murmuring in background) Take it easy.

Please, we're not going to harm you.

You already have.

Now you'll know what it feels like.

(inhales sharply, gun fires) (body falls) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ LUCAS: The victim had no I.D.

She threw her phone into the Seine.

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

Divers are searching the river, but even if they find the phone, the chance of data surviving are slim.

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

No.

Then what was in it?

Clothes.

Um, a man's suit.

Lapointe has taken it to the crime lab.

So, what actually connects this woman to the bomb threat at the bank?

Actually connects?

Not a lot.

But you believe there's a connection?

Yes.

Then what's your next move?

LUCAS: Uh, I.D.

her.

Run her face through databases for climate protesters, animal rights groups, the Gilets Jaunes.

If it fails, we'll go public.

Torrence is in Marseilles already?

Oh, yeah, he's chasing drug lords.

Or sunbathing on a beach.

(chuckles) You haven't got a replacement yet?

Mm.

It's your birthday, Maigret?

It is.

Happy birthday.

Thank you, Madam Prosecutor.

Let me know when you have an I.D.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (glass knocking) MOERS: Ah, here he is.

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

What can you tell me about it?

It's a man's suit.

Not in the mood, Moers.

Lapointe only brought it in an hour ago.

What do you expect?

It's a high street brand.

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

Nothing in the pockets.

(solution spraying) But on the front and sleeves, extensive staining, staining which I suspect is... LAPOINTE: Blood.

Whoever wore this was murdered?

MOERS: Don't know.

I don't know if it's his blood, or her blood, or even if it's human blood.

Find out.

The gun-- where's it from?

Has it been used before?

Chase ballistics.

And the young woman-- we don't have an I.D.

See what you can find from the body.

What's the magic word?

Quickly?

♪ ♪ Uh, boss... (exhales) I'm sorry.

What for?

The idea to switch backpacks.

What if there had been a bomb in it?

Yeah, but there wasn't.

But what if there had been?

It was the right move, Karim.

What happened next was not your fault.

Get back to the Judiciaire, work on the I.D.

REPORTER (on TV): Footage of today's shocking suicide by the Seine in Paris.

The identity of the victim has not yet been released.

Chief Inspector Maigret was the last person to speak to the victim, but both he and the prosecutor's office have remained tight-lipped as to why the dead woman was the target of a police operation.

(speaking indistinctly) (man speaking over P.A.)

Maigret.

Are you looking for me?

(scoffs) Afraid not.

One sec.

(people talking in background) I'm here to look at a corpse.

Suicide by the Seine.

You were there?

Right there.

Are you all right?

No, but better than she is.

♪ ♪ Mind if I come with you?

No.

♪ ♪ You don't have gloves, a mask.

Do you know why she did it?

Because I took her backpack?

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

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

Then she shot herself.

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

PHILIPPE: But I told you, Dr.

Paul isn't here.

CLAUDE: Then tell me when you expect him.

So sorry, I... Didn't know anyone was here.

PHILIPPE: Chief Inspector, are you looking for Dr.

Paul?

No, I just wanted to check something-- thank you, Philippe.

(woman speaking over P.A.)

Better get back to work.

Right, uh, I'll be fine.

Chief Inspector.

Let me assure you, I don't normally barge in like that.

I was checking up on one of my customers.

I sell this hospital a lot of its equipment, so it's a point of honor for me to ensure that everything is functioning as it should.

I'll tell Dr.

Paul you were asking for him.

Do you have a business card?

Yeah, I do.

There you are, nurse.

Medical Supplies-- Claude Van Damme.

Just like the movie star, only I'm not Belgian and he's not Black.

(laughs, inhales) Goodbye.

My apologies again.

What's this?

Why did you ask... CLAUDE: Dr.

Henry.

Because I think he knew her.

(talking indistinctly) Thanks-- I'll see you later.

Mm-hmm.

(phone ringing) Lucas.

I'll come down.

Front desk-- a woman showed up, says she knows who our girl is.

(police radio running) Hi, I'm Andrea Lucas.

Isabelle Jeunet.

I probably should've called first, but I... Oh, please don't worry.

You say you know the young woman who was on the news?

Yes, I believe so, yes.

She is my daughter.

Adeline.

Um, please, Madame Jeunet, sit down.

(phone ringing in background) Is it true what they say on the news, that she... ...shot herself?

I'm afraid so, yeah.

(exhales) Can you tell me when you last saw her?

Ten years ago.

We were estranged-- she cut off all contact with me.

What about her father?

He left us before her first birthday.

Why did she cut off contact?

It's... It's complicated, it... We weren't well off.

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

She did well at school, she got a place at the University of Paris-Champigny to study molecular biology.

You must have been so proud of her.

Very proud.

But at university, she got caught up in politics-- environmental stuff, animal rights, campaigns, protests.

She spent more time on that than on her studies.

I told her she was wasting her talents.

Then we fought.

I said things I can never unsay.

That's why she cut off contact.

Do you know where she may have been living?

Or working?

I don't know anything.

It's been ten years of silence.

Except for, um, these.

They, they come every year.

Always the same message.

"Happy birthday, Mum.

Adeline."

♪ ♪ Um, we need someone to identify Adeline's body.

Can you do that for us?

(breath trembles) Yeah.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ (car approaching) (engine idling) (bell rings) ZOE (calling): We're not open yet.

(door closes) Did you hear me?

We're not open.

Just want a drink.

(scoffs) Then come back at 7:00.

Do you want me to get my husband?

Please.

Lucille, go and get Daddy.

(whisk stirring) For the crêpes Suzette?

Are they any good?

Come back at 7:00 and find out.

(door opens) Chief Inspector.

How did you find us?

I followed you.

It's all right, Zo.

I bumped into Chief Inspector earlier today.

Please, let me get you a drink.

That's very kind.

Come, Lucille.

Calvados.

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

I bought it for her two years ago.

It's a dream we'd always had: buy a little place, do it up.

Thirsty old day.

(chuckles) Another?

You know, we're not trying for Michelin stars or anything like that, just good old simple French food.

Typical neighborhood bistro.

Of course, with my work, I'm on the road a lot, but my heart is... (mimics gunshot) ♪ ♪ Why would anyone do that?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ It's my birthday.

Happy birthday.

(coughs softly) (Isabelle shudders) Is she your daughter?

Yes.

That's Adeline.

No, please... ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) This will have to be the last one, Chief Inspector.

I need to help my wife.

Of course.

Don't let me keep you.

(phone chimes) Ah.

We know who she is now.

Who is?

The woman who shot herself.

Let's drink to her.

Mm.

We know who she is, but do you?

You went to the morgue to look at her body, so do you... ...know who she is?

I was checking up on one of my customers.

I don't know anything.

LUCILLE: Daddy?

Mummy says you have to come.

CLAUDE: Okay.

Go and help your wife, Claude Van Damme, like the movie star.

Next time, drinks are on me.

(door opens, bell rings) (door closes) (door opens) (keys clatter in bowl) (door closes) Hm-- you look amazing.

Do I?

Did you talk to Van Damme?

I did.

You were right.

He does know the dead woman.

He was scared, so I scared him some more.

(chuckles): Anyway, I'll, I'll just have a quick shower, and then we can go.

(shower running) ♪ ♪ Now you'll know what it feels like.

(gun fires) (exhales) ♪ ♪ Why don't we stay in?

What about dinner?

It's your birthday.

Pierre said he'd deliver.

(sighs) I'm here.

Forget about her.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ (phone ringing) Maigret.

Yes, I am, sir.

You serious?

Yes, sir.

(people talking in background) LUCAS: We now have a name, Adeline Jeunet.

What we don't have is a work or home address or a phone number, like she was living off grid.

So boss wants us to focus on her connections at University Paris-Champigny.

Why?

And where is he, anyway?

In a meeting.

Adeline's mum said she threw away a brilliant career because she got involved in student politics, mainly environmental stuff.

Now, the bomb threat was about big oil, so, we start at the bank, see if anyone there went to university with Adeline.

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

Nonetheless, that's where we start.

Anything on the gun?

LAPOINTE: Dead end.

Serial number was soldered off, no ballistics record.

What about the phone?

Divers are still searching the river.

(softly): Okay, hm.

This guy showed up at the morgue last night.

(grunts) Claude Van Damme.

Boss thinks he knew Adeline.

Wants us to background him.

(phone rings) Lucas.

I know where your suicide worked.

Okay.

MOERS: She had talc ingrained under her fingernails, which implies frequent use of latex gloves.

Also, in her hair, traces of carbon combined with cardiolipin, lecithin, and cholesterol.

(button clicks) It's a carbon antigen reagent.

Yeah, don't ask me how I know this, but isn't that a test for syphilis?

MOERS: Surprising, Sergeant Lucas, but correct.

So, what, Adeline had syphilis?

Latex gloves, Detective.

She worked in an STD clinic.

Okay, so we just have to phone around.

MOERS: Way ahead of you.

It's a public health clinic in Seine-Saint-Denis, but Adeline hasn't turned up for the last week, so they gave me her home address, which I have just forwarded to you.

MOERS: Any other mysteries I can... (line chirps) LAPOINTE: Saint-Denis's a tough neighborhood.

Maybe she bought the gun for self-protection.

Or maybe she was a nutcase.

LUCAS: Lapointe, that's Adeline's address.

Get out there.

Seal off the apartment, room, whatever it is, call Crime Scenes.

(camera shutter clicks) (scoffs) Why can't I go?

Because me and you are gonna work on Adeline connections.

Who at the Banque de Vincennes was at university the same time as her?

I'll take A to M. Exciting.

(typing) (people screaming faintly) MAIGRET: Please, we're not going to harm you.

ADELINE: You already have.

(gun fires) (people screaming) Chief Inspector Maigret?

Inspector Bonfils-- come in.

(phone ringing in background) BONFILS: Please, take a seat.

Cavre.

Maigret.

(chair sliding) (door closes) First, let me say, your reputation precedes you.

It's a pleasure to meet you at last.

CAVRE: Yes, well, reputations aside, yesterday's horrific shooting has become a viral sensation.

This unit, the Inspection Générale des Services, has been asked by the prosecutor's office to investigate the decisions that led up to it.

We may interview other members of your team, but as chef de section, your input is obviously the most important.

If you'd like a lawyer or a union representative... That won't be necessary.

♪ ♪ I'll take it from here, thanks.

♪ ♪ (phone camera chirps) This is Karim Lapointe on the scene.

One-room apartment, single bed.

A desk, typewriter.

Typewriter?

Uh, a wallet with I.D., Metro card, and 40 euros.

She left home with no I.D., an illegal gun, and a backpack with a suit.

Misty mountains.

And a photo of a church.

♪ ♪ (kids calling and laughing in distance) "Stop allowing cruelty to animals."

"Stop investing in big oil or we will blow up..." She did send the bomb threat.

♪ ♪ Burnt money.

More money.

Lots of money.

BONFILS: So having decided Adeline Jeunet was connected to the threat, you also decided she was carrying the bomb.

The bomb squad had found nothing at the bank.

Given the way she was carrying the backpack, it seemed possible.

CAVRE: So you decided to swap the backpack.

That was your idea.

Yes.

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

She was agitated, in a public place.

It made sense to get the bomb as far away from her as possible.

Well, wouldn't it have made more sense to just de-escalate the situation?

You removed a bomb that wasn't a bomb, and then she threatened everybody with a gun.

I didn't know she had a gun.

You thought she had a bomb.

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

I should have, yes.

Do you admit that it would have been better to do nothing?

To follow and observe and wait for the right opportunity to make your move?

Yes, it would have been better.

(phone ringing in background) Thank you.

That'll be all for now.

(door opens) (sighs) What's going on, boss?

IGDS have some questions about yesterday.

They may want to speak to you, too.

Who's running it?

Inspector Georges Bonfils and Cavre.

Oh.

Any news?

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

Lapointe's there now.

He said she had nearly a quarter of a million euros in cash under her mattress plus rough drafts of the bomb threat.

And we've found a connection between Adeline and the bank.

A Genevieve Belloir, vice president of futures, whatever that is, was at University Paris-Champigny at the same time and, like Adeline, she was a scientist.

Do you want to interview her?

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

(birds chirping, people talking in background) GENEVIEVE: Can I offer you anything to drink?

LUCAS: We're fine, thank you.

I suppose you're here about that poor woman.

I saw her on the news-- she was at Paris-Champigny at the same time as me.

LUCAS: Do you know her?

No.

We were both science majors, but I was studying astronomy, a different field entirely.

And now you work in a bank?

There's not a lot of openings for astronomers.

After three years of rejection, I finally swallowed my pride and applied for a job at the Banque de Vincennes.

My father used to work here-- that opened doors for me.

But I'm good at it, so... I may have met Adeline, but if I did, I don't remember her, so I'm afraid I can't help you.

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

LUCAS: The other people?

Who were at Paris-Champigny at the same time as me and Adeline.

Bertrand Fauve in Singapore and Lara Bielenberg in our Madrid office.

Plus phone numbers and email addresses.

That was just a quick search.

I'm sure there may be others.

You're taking a lot of interest in this.

Someone threatens to blow up where you work, you tend to take an interest.

Thank you for talking to us.

(exhales) (door opens) (door closes) (people talking in background) (phone ringing in distance) Janvier.

♪ ♪ I think I left my phone in her office.

(door opens) (speaking indistinctly) (knock at door, door opens) Gotta go.

WOMAN: Excuse me... I'm so sorry, I think I left my phone.

(exhales) Thanks.

There!

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

Sorry again.

No problem.

(door closes) (people talking in background) Is everything okay?

Uh-huh!

GENEVIEVE (on phone recording): It's Genevieve.

The police were just here.

Of course about Adeline.

You recorded her.

GENEVIEVE: I said I knew nothing about her.

Yeah, they bought it.

I mean, they're not exactly rocket scientists.

Charming.

GENEVIEVE: And that's the line, Claude: we know nothing.

No more stupid drinking games with that chief inspector.

Gotta go.

Claude.

Claude Van Damme, the man in the morgue.

They both knew Adeline.

Brilliant, Janvier.

What gave you the idea?

She was so cool, except for this.

I notice wedding rings.

(button beeps) (counter stops) How much?

(button beeps, counter whirring) LAPOINTE: Burned, maybe 30 grand?

Unburnt... (counter stops) ...215 grand.

Nearly quarter of a mill.

Any idea where it came from?

Is it stolen?

Borrowed?

Won at the races?

I don't know.

Did she use the threats to extort money from other banks or businesses?

Don't know.

So, did she extort it from individuals?

Some kind of blackmail?

I don't know, boss.

Nothing about this woman makes any sense.

MAIGRET: What's this?

That's a church.

Thank you.

Find out: what is it, where is it, why is it?

(phone vibrating) What, do you think it's significant?

I don't think anything.

(vibration stops) Lucas.

Good.

I'll talk to Kernavel.

(siren blaring in distance, police radio running) ♪ ♪ (engine starts) KERNAVEL: I'll do my best, Maigret, but it'll be a stretch.

Dominic, Sergeant Lucas should have sent over a couple of names?

DOMINIC: Madam Prosecutor, you have a visitor.

Director Guichard.

This is a surprise.

A pleasant one, I hope.

Maigret.

Sir.

So, what are you two plotting?

I want a warrant for the bank accounts of two individuals in the Adeline Jeunet case... (door closes) ...Genevieve Belloir and Claude Van Damme.

GUICHARD: Why?

Adeline earned barely above the minimum wage, but she had nearly quarter of a million in cash in her apartment.

And you suspect it came from these two individuals?

Yes.

They were both at university with her, but they deny knowing her, and La Crim recorded a phone call showing that they're coordinating their denials.

So your theory is that Adeline had something on them and was blackmailing them.

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

Do they have criminal records?

They don't.

(chuckling): Well, it's none of my business to tell a prosecutor how to conduct a case, but, as you said just two seconds ago, Mathilde, it's a bit of a stretch.

Maybe.

If the judge refuses the warrant, then that'll be the end of it.

So, you want to find out if, uh, Van Damme and Belloir were giving Adeline Jeunet all this cash, and then to question them as to why.

Yes, sir.

There is a different "why," you know.

Why investigate this at all?

Because a young woman died.

By her own hand.

Suicide isn't a crime.

And because there are unanswered questions.

Why the bomb threat, the bloody suit, the illegal gun, the fortune in her apartment?

Why?

It's a fascinating mystery, I agree, Maigret, but is it a criminal case?

Something bad happened in the past, and these two people know what it is.

Something bad happened in the present.

A woman shot herself in broad daylight.

The media are suggesting she was driven to it by heavy-handed police tactics.

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

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

If you want to continue this investigation, I won't interfere.

I'd like to speak to Mathilde now.

(hands clasp) Thank you, sir.

Madam Prosecutor.

(door opens) (door closes) You do know he's being investigated by the Inspection Générale des Services for his role in yesterday's debacle?

Your bosses requested it.

This case is becoming an embarrassment.

People are covering their backs.

Is that what you're doing, Xavier?

(chuckling): Me?

No, no, no, no.

My back is armor-plated.

But I am concerned about him.

He's becoming a law unto himself.

He has his idiosyncrasies, but he's an exceptional investigator.

I agree: exceptional.

You know, our two entities, they work well together, on the whole, don't you think?

Investigation, prosecution.

Two sides of the same coin, but separate.

If you say so.

I do say so.

I would also like to suggest that you are less supportive of what you call, um, well, Maigret's "idiosyncrasies."

I don't know what you mean.

I say this as a friend, Mathilde.

You're too close to him.

It can affect your judgment.

It has been noticed, especially by your colleagues.

Well, this is absurd.

Which colleagues?

(chuckling): Oh, come on.

I can hardly name names.

♪ ♪ Well, thank you for telling me, and thank you for coming to see me.

My pleasure.

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

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

(chuckles) (door closes) ♪ ♪ (mouse clicking) (phone vibrating) Maigret.

Right.

Thanks for trying.

Yeah, good night.

♪ ♪ Kernavel.

The judge refused the warrants on the bank account.

You should go home.

We'll talk about next steps in the morning.

Hm.

You heard him.

Back here first thing.

(typing) You, too, Lapointe.

Yep, yep, in, in a minute.

♪ ♪ (drawer opens) (drawer closes) (sighs) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (door opens) (keys clatter) (door closes) Smells good.

Guinea fowl in pastry.

My favorite.

Shall I open this?

Yeah.

How was your day?

Well, we didn't get the warrant we need.

Hm?

(water draining) So I still have no idea why Adeline Jeunet did what she did.

I'm afraid people kill themselves all the time, Maigret.

Half the patients on my ward are on suicide watch.

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

Well, I mean, she wasn't.

She was burning money.

What?

How much money?

Thousands of euros.

Money I believe, but can't prove, was the result of blackmail.

But money is hard to burn.

You need an incinerator or a flamethrower.

She had matches.

Mm.

She kneels in front of her stove, lighting match after match, burning 200-euro notes.

Like I said: not well.

(pan slides) "Now you'll know what it feels like."

She was suffering and I pushed her over the edge.

Maigret, you cannot blame yourself.

She must have been under intolerable pressure.

(rack slides) Okay, sit.

(oven door closes) Let's eat.

Hello?

Earth to Maigret.

Intolerable pressure.

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

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

I won't be long.

(keys jangle, door opens) (door closes) (exhales) (typing) I thought you left.

But I have returned.

I can't get her out of my head.

I want to check the serial numbers of those banknotes, see if there are any sequences.

Which can mean they came from bank ATMs, which could mean cameras... Which could mean faces.

Good idea.

What are you doing?

The photo from Adeline's apartment.

The boss asked me to look at it.

And?

It's the Church of Saint-Pholien in Louvaignes, about 20k east of Paris.

And?

And nothing.

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

Well, Adeline only cared about two things: a blood-stained suit and a photo of a church.

So maybe they connect.

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

Huh.

(camera shutter clicking) JANVIER: Looking for someone?

Janvier and Lapointe, hey.

Hey-- what are you doing here?

Uh, I kind of missed the place, to be honest.

And you guys, obviously.

So, uh, who got my desk?

Good.

That's good.

LAPOINTE: How's it going with you?

You know, same old.

It's good to see you guys.

(chuckling) Don't work too hard.

Janvier.

♪ ♪ "The Hanged Man of Saint-Pholien."

Bloody hell, another suicide.

Clever little Lapointe.

Hm.

(bell rings) (people talking in background) (door closes) No, we're closed.

Just one drink.

(note unfolding) On me.

And one for you.

I don't want one.

Come on, be a pal.

(siren blaring in distance) Look, I've told you everything I know.

If you come round here again, I'm gonna report you for harassment.

Good for you, cheers.

(exhales) Did Genevieve tell you to say that?

Who's Genevieve?

GENEVIEVE (on phone recording): Yeah, they bought it.

I mean, they're not exactly rocket scientists.

And that's the line, Claude: we know nothing.

No more stupid drinking games with that chief inspector.

Gotta go.

That's Genevieve.

Genevieve Belloir.

You know each other.

Just like you knew Adeline Jeunet.

She was blackmailing you, wasn't she?

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

Must've been for something pretty bad, because she got quarter of a million euros out of you.

Do you know what she was doing with that money?

WOMAN: Thank you.

Burning it.

MAN: Cheers, thanks very much.

(bell rings, door opens) Why would she do that?

(door closes) Get hold of all that cash and then burn it?

Why are you doing this, hm?

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

Adeline was so upset, she blew her brains out.

That's what I call upset.

♪ ♪ Just before she did it, she said to me, "Now you'll know what it feels like."

What did she mean?

What did you do?

Whose blood is on that suit?

Get out!

♪ ♪ I'm going.

But I'll be back tomorrow.

And the next day.

And the next.

(bell rings, door opens) (door closes) ♪ ♪ (phone ringing) Yes.

LAPOINTE (on phone): Boss.

We found out why Adeline Jeunet kept a photo of the church.

Why?

LAPOINTE: It's the Church of Saint-Pholien in Louvaignes.

Ten years ago, a man named Emile Klein hanged himself from the church door.

Okay, but how does he connect to Adeline?

His last job was working in the science department at the University of Paris-Champigny.

LAPOINTE: At the same time as Adeline Jeunet.

He must have known her.

(car approaches) (engine revs softly) Boss?

(engine revs) Did you hear that?

(tires screeching) (engine revving over phone, phone clattering) (tires screeching) (gun cocks) (Maigret grunting) (tires screech) (firing) ♪ ♪ Boss?

Are you okay?

Boss?

(click) ♪ ♪ I know it wasn't an accident.

You went looking for trouble and you found it.

The blood on the suit is A-negative.

You've identified one dead man.

You need to find another one.

MAIGRET: We have a new lead.

KERNAVEL: Be careful.

You cross too many lines.

People are waiting for you to fail.

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