01x01 - The Lazy Burglar - Part One

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Maigret?

Inspector Foulon.

Foulon.

Okay. Send me your location.

-You pulled a double shift?

-Mmm.

It got busy. We're

short-staffed.

Ah! You must get some sleep.

Hmm.

I had a strange dream.

Was I in it?

Not this time.

It's 5:00am in a rainy

Paris. The headlines:

Still no progress in catching

the thieves responsible

for Tuesday's

audacious bank heist.

It's the third robbery

in less than two months

and criticism of the

police is growing.

It will not be helped

by La Crim's decision

to promote Inspector Maigret,

who has led the

investigation so far.

Stop here.

Inspector.

-Maigret.

-Foulon.

Who found him?

A chef from the Jeu de

Paume, cycling home.

A blow to the head, maybe

heavy enough to k*ll him.

But not here. Not enough blood.

Yes.

Especially given the

fact that he has no face.

So

k*lled somewhere

else and dumped here.

It could be a drug k*lling,

the face mutilated as a warning.

Except Except his shoes.

His very expensive shoes.

Why did you call me?

Because I know they will say

this is something

which it isn't.

So I won't get the resources

to investigate it properly.

Who's the Prosecutor?

Kernavel. You know she likes

to be first on the scene.

I heard about your

promotion, Chief Inspector.

My congratulations.

What are you doing here?

I was passing by.

I doubt it. Foulon called you.

Well, this is clearly

a g*ng k*lling.

Victim beaten up,

left in a public place

to send a message.

It's not one for you or La Crim.

You should concentrate

on more urgent cases,

which right now are these

bank robberies. Any leads yet?

Not yet. They're clever.

Three robberies and no leads.

It's not exactly

impressive, is it?

They won't always be clever.

Besides it's just

money, no one's died.

Not yet.

Leave this to Inspector Foulon.

It's a tragedy of course,

but there are so many.

Oof. Sweetheart.

Yeah. Progesterone.

Like injecting motor oil.

But still, this

time it will work.

What did Foulon want?

Help with a corpse.

Can you help?

I was told not to.

Prosecutor Kernavel

is more worried about

banks being robbed

than a dead black man.

Isn't Foulon the one

whose wife ran off?

Yes. She is living in Sao

Paolo with a tennis coach.

No one has the

heart to tell him.

Why are you so busy at work?

We had an old lady

with dementia.

Family checked her into hospital

and then went to

Mauritius for a holiday.

Nice.

Yeah, she kept asking if

she could come home with me.

You shouldn't be

working so hard.

Pot, kettle.

Tell me about your dream.

It was odd.

I was at home again

Lucas.

There's been a development

on the bank robberies, boss.

It's not good. Janvier

will pick you up.

Please not Janvier,

she's a terrible driver.

She'll be outside

in two minutes.

Morning, Chief Inspector.

Janvier.

What's the fuss about?

New footage of

Tuesday's robbery.

A tourist who was filming

for her Instagram account,

caught all the action outside

the bank on her phone.

Why do we only

know about it now?

Because instead of giving

us the footage for free,

she's been working out

how to monetise it.

-Foulon.

-Foulon, where are you?

-The morgue.

-With the body?

-Not yet.

-When you are, phone me.

Prosecutor Kernavel

told me not to.

Then don't tell her.

-Morning, boss.

-Morning, Lucas.

-Congrats on the promotion.

-Thank you.

-Drinks on you tonight, boss.

-Lapointe.

Or do we call you

Chief, or Chief boss,

-or Chief Inspector boss?

-Alright, Lapointe, alright.

-Well done, boss.

-Thank you, Torrence.

Good stuff, Maigret.

-It'll be you next time, Cavre.

-Yeah.

If I get some friends

in high places.

It's on YouTube.

9:46am, they make entry,

don't care about alarms.

That young lady is Ji Yuru.

She just made

herself 25,000 euros.

We already know from the CCTV

that they made the manager

take them down to the vault,

where there was over a million

euros waiting to be distributed.

Here come the getaway cars.

The taxis were stolen

the night before.

Go! Go!

Let's go! Move it! Go! Go!

And the first responders

were from Rue Fabert.

They were quick.

Would've been right up

the g*ng's backside,

except garbage truck

got in the way.

And that's it.

Foulon.

I'm with the body now.

See if he has a seahorse

tattooed inside his left elbow.

A seahorse?

He does.

His name is Honoré

Cuendet. He's a burglar.

Nothing to do with

drugs or gangs?

No, just a burglar.

Thank you, Foulon.

Well, Chief Inspector?

Did the film help?

Nearly two million views.

Do you want us to interview

two million people?

Once we clean up the

video, we should be

getting some clues on

the suspects' identities.

Fernand did it.

-Gustave Fernand.

-Er, Fernand's in La Tour,

doing 15 to 20 for armed

robbery. You put him there.

And the rest of his mob's

either dead or inside with him.

City workers. Fernand

understood them.

And what's that got

to do with anything?

There. The garbage truck.

City workers. Go

anywhere, do anything,

any time of the day

or night, invisible.

Mm. Just waiting.

A view up and down the street.

Fernand did always

have a look-out.

He's in prison.

It's a coincidence.

The truck's just

doing its rounds.

Orange dump trucks are owned by

a private company called Aolia.

They service the 17th

and 19th Arrondissements.

This is the 7th.

Which is serviced by

the City of Paris,

whose trucks are blue.

This truck's not on its rounds.

Cavre got it wrong again.

You mean, the robbers

stole the truck?

Look at how it helps them.

Slows the cops by

at least 20 seconds.

And it's how Fernand

used to work.

Planning and preparation,

entrances and exits,

allow for any eventuality.

Well, you have a lead at last.

The garbage truck.

Find out when it went

missing and where from.

Yeah, we'll run a

check on Fernand,

who shared his

cell, his visitors.

Good. I look forward

to hearing it.

Chief Inspector.

Madame Prosecutor.

Janvier, er, pull the

files on Fernand's g*ng.

-Find out who's where.

-Got it.

Torrence, you and Lapointe

go out to La Tour,

get a list of Fernand's

visitors, his cellmates.

Boss where are you going?

-Out.

-And if Kernavel asks for you?

She can call me.

-Honoré Cuendet. Who's he?

-Burglar.

A dead burglar.

That's an unusual tattoo.

Have you ever seen a seahorse?

Only this one. In Marseilles.

In the sea?

In a woman's room.

-Was she your girlfriend?

-Is that any of your business?

Not really.

I'm just curious.

A curious policeman.

That's right.

I'm also curious about burglary.

The insurance companies

say you've made more than

400,000 euros in two months.

Tell me something,

hypothetically.

Why would a thief

only break into houses

to steal things when

the owners are there?

Perhaps he wants to see if the

things are in the right hands.

The right hands?

Perhaps the burglar thinks

that too few have too much.

Especially of beauty.

So he's a revolutionary?

He's too lazy to

be a revolutionary.

He's just a burglar.

A lazy burglar.

Oh, you.

-Can I come in?

-Why?

He's not here.

Please.

She never liked you.

It's like I said, he's not here.

A present from Honoré?

It's none of your business.

Can I look in his room?

Can I stop you?

Yes.

He's still collecting

his magazines?

Why shouldn't he?

What have you arrested

him for this time?

I haven't.

So why are you looking for him?

I'm sorry, Justine.

Honoré is dead.

Sorry.

Did you lot k*ll him?

No.

He was found this

morning beside the Seine.

What?

We don't know how

he died or why.

And Inspector Foulon is

in charge of the case.

He'll be here soon.

-The Seine?

-Yes.

When did you last see him?

I don't know.

The latest magazine there

is from six months ago.

Has he got another place?

That's his business.

Justine, he's dead.

You don't have to

protect him anymore.

-Was he on a job?

-He's never hurt a soul.

Why would anybody

want to k*ll him?

If we know his last job, we

might be able to find out.

If you know anything,

please tell me.

Inspector Foulon will ask

all the same questions.

Try to give him better answers.

I'm sorry.

I liked Honoré.

I'm taking the hat.

I'll return it.

Moers.

Are you here about your burglar?

Yes.

What are you looking at?

Limestone fragments,

from the back of his head

and what was left of his face.

What, he was hit in the back of

the head then hit in the face?

Ten times. Every bone broken.

Hit with what?

According to Dr Paul,

something with a square base,

made of limestone, like

a lamp, a heavy lamp.

-Hit ten times?

-Yes.

They k*lled him, then

went on k*lling him,

speaking unscientifically.

Can you find out who made this?

I can't, not now.

We've been told the priority

is the bank robberies.

Looking at film,

running prints, DNA.

Then give it the same case

number as the robberies.

Like no one will

see through that.

If you get anything,

call me or Foulon.

Foulon? Is he still looking for

his wife who ran away to Brazil?

A detective who can't

find his own wife

doesn't exactly fill you

with confidence, does it?

What have we got?

We've found a connection between

the bank robbers and Fernand.

Henri Bezieux, multiple

convictions for car theft.

Shared a cell with Fernand

last year, released in October.

Five months ago, he

robbed a bank in Lyon.

Lyon police are looking for him.

Henri Bezieux spent

some quality time

with Fernand, graduates

from nicking cars

to knocking over banks. These

are his known associates.

We should see if any of

them have moved to Paris.

Yes. Definitely. Good work.

Something bothering you, boss?

Yeah. The Fernands' marriage.

Rosalie visits her husband ten

times a month, every month,

until six months ago.

Since then, only twice.

Who was sharing Fernand's

cell six months ago?

Er, Nicolas Traude. Cellmate

since November last year.

-What's he in for?

-Er, dope smuggling.

Speedboat run from

Tangiers to Marseilles.

Ex-military, paratrooper,

tour in Afghanistan with

the Yanks. Tough guy.

Okay, but one's an actual thief

with a list of

criminal associates,

and the other's a cowboy who

got done for running drugs.

-I know who my money's on.

-You're right.

Bezieux is a better lead.

You and Torrence follow

up with Lyon Police.

I'm going to talk to Rosalie.

You just wanna see her because

she's a little hottie, boss.

Torrence, you're a

sexist Neanderthal.

Don't you mean

"sexy" Neanderthal?

Coming to protect me?

Yes, from temptation.

Level with me, boss.

Why are you risking a bust-up

with Kernavel over a burglar?

Honoré Cuendet

never hurt a soul.

He was brutally m*rder*d. If

we can't investigate that,

then what are we

even doing here?

How do you know him?

I met him 12 years ago.

Stopped at a red

light on his moped.

A dozen designer

suits over his knees.

Suits still had

security tags on them.

Mm, not very bright then.

I made him take me home.

His mum hit me, her

cat scratched me,

but I got into his room.

It was an Aladdin's cave:

electronics, clothes

jewellery, and a Cézanne.

That's what we got him for. He

stole it from an art gallery.

Did none of these

places have alarms?

He knew the response times,

always wore gloves and a hoodie,

and never stole enough

to be worth hunting.

The Cézanne was different. He'd

lowered his hood to stare at it.

There he was, on camera.

Like I said, not very bright.

It got him two years inside.

After that he was bright.

Last time I saw him

was five years ago.

Do you remember that string

of burglaries in Passy -

wealthy houses broken into

when the inhabitants were home?

Only jewellery and

artworks were taken.

-What, that was Cuendet?

-Yep.

I arrested him, searched

his home, nothing.

I had to let him go.

He'd got past cameras,

sensors, lasers,

taken things from the bedsides

of the sleeping owners.

Always objects, he'd ignore

wallets full of cash.

And some houses showed

signs of a break-in,

but nothing had been taken,

as if he'd had a look around

and didn't like what he saw.

Like some kind of artist.

Yeah, I'm sorry,

but if I wake up

and some weirdo's

standing beside my bed

trying to nick my bracelets,

I'm not going to say,

"Mmm, you're such an artist."

Nah, I'm gonna put

a b*llet in him.

Okay.

But would you then turn the g*n

round and beat his face to pulp?

No.

And would you then say, oh,

it's just a g*ng k*lling,

let's leave it to an over-worked

Inspector in the 19th to solve

on his own while I have six

detectives to chase a g*ng

who have hurt no one,

just robbed a few banks?

I mean, who are we working for?

The banking system

or Honoré Cuendet

and his heartbroken mother?

-Why have we stopped?

-We're here, boss.

Rosalie's. The bank

robbers, remember?

Boss.

Maigret.

You broke into my house.

I was worried you were drowning.

Were you coming to save me?

Don't catch cold.

Why are you here?

Are you robbing banks, Rosalie?

Me?

I'm just a lonely

woman stuck at home

waiting for her husband.

A husband you no longer visit.

-I visit.

-Twice in six months?

-I love my husband.

-Ah, you're young.

Who would blame you if you

started to look at other options.

Is that an offer, Maigret?

You're not getting

enough at home?

-Whose is the Porsche?

-Mine.

Really? The driver's

seat is so far back

your feet wouldn't

even touch the pedals.

-Maybe the pool boy drives it.

-Is that all he does?

Lucas. Where?

Yeah, we're on our way.

Boss!

Aren't you going to

answer your phone?

Get out!

What's going on?

They've hit a jeweller's

on Rue Charlot.

-A jeweller's?

-Shots were fired, there are casualties.

Now they have hurt someone.

Make way, please.

-Kernavel.

-Sure it's the same g*ng?

Same MO, stolen

vehicle to gain entry,

robbers run into the store,

only this time they

had opposition.

Jan Coric - he's the bodyguard

of a Serbian businessman

that was in the

jeweller's at the time.

He saw the robbers,

started sh**ting.

He hit one of them,

but he also hit three

bystanders, one fatally.

Where are the robbers?

One escaped down the back,

and that's the other one.

I need to ask you

some questions.

No, you can't.

-Please stand back.

-I need to talk to him.

Kernavel. Yes

Oi! Watch where you're treading!

You big lump!

How badly hurt?

Two b*ll*ts, arm and shoulder.

They're knocking him

out with painkillers.

-Any ID?

-No.

How much money did they steal?

Money? It's a jeweller's,

they stole jewellery.

Idiot!

Maigret.

You said no one had died.

Well, someone has now.

Does this make it a crime

worthy of your attention?

It's always had my attention.

I'm sorry someone died.

But a jeweller's

doesn't make any sense.

Why hit a jeweller's?

I don't think it

was their target.

But it's what they hit!

You seem to be continually

surprised by this g*ng.

Perhaps you should share

responsibility for the case.

With Inspector

Cavre, for instance.

Why not? He's an

excellent detective.

Excuse me, I need to think.

Right.

Tasking.

I should point out

that Bezieux

Lapointe, go to the hospital,

sit on the robber we've just

arrested, see who visits him.

For how long?

As long as it takes.

Torrence, we have

one of the robbers,

we have fingerprints.

Run them through

military records,

in case there's a connection

to Fernand's cellmate

Nicolas Traude.

Janvier, make a list of every

home and business on the street.

What, seriously?

Oh, too much for you,

Janvier? Do you need a hand?

Not in a million years.

Cavre, I'd like you to

What I was going to

say is that Bezieux

has form for jewellery heists.

He did two on the

Cote d'Azur last year.

I've a lead on one of his

g*ng I'd like to follow up.

Good idea. You do that.

-Where are you going?

-To talk to Rosalie's husband.

Gustave Fernand.

Oh, yeah. Come on.

Excuse me, can I

borrow your phone?

No.

It's a local call.

So what?

Thank you.

Won't be a minute.

-Hello?

-Yeah, it's me.

What do you want for dinner?

Whatever you feel like.

-I was thinking Vietnamese.

-Sounds lovely.

Oh, er, wait.

The man who lost

his wife called.

-Foulon.

-Foulon.

He said he's been

trying to call you.

My phone died.

See you soon.

-Who's this?

-Maigret. You phoned.

I got a lead off that

hat. Where are you?

La Tour, but I won't be long.

See you outside in twenty.

Thank you. I owe you.

Yeah. How you gonna pay me?

Chief Inspector, they're

ready for you now.

Well, if you're in here a lot,

one day you might need me.

Maigret. La Crim.

-You think I'm a snitch?

-No.

You did me a kindness,

I'll return it.

Maigret.

Fernand.

I hear you went to see Rosalie.

Yes. She was keeping very fit.

I know what you asked her.

The reason she doesn't

visit is I told her not to.

She still has a chance

for life, for kids.

She should move on.

By the time I get

out, I'll be over 60,

and what sort of life

can I give her then?

So you set her free. Very noble.

Hmm.

And Nicolas Traude is free too.

-Who?

-The drug runner.

-Your cellmate.

-Oh, that Gypsy.

Why ask about him?

Who's doing your

robberies, Gustave?

You noticed that, huh?

Well, so did I.

I wonder if I could sue

for breach of copyright?

I mean, it's my methods to a T.

Are you helping them?

Well, how can I, stuck in here?

And besides, I hear

they hit a jeweller's.

What idiot would do that?

Jewellery, you have to

discount by nearly 80 percent

just to off-load the

stuff. I mean, it's

criminal.

Someone died today.

If I find you're

pulling the strings,

we won't be talking

breach of copyright,

we'll be talking about

accomplice to m*rder.

Then you really had

better set Rosalie free,

because you'll be stuck

in here till you die.

Suits you.

Moers says the feathers only

come from Brazil or Paraguay.

The main importer in Paris

is a milliner called Ricardo.

I showed Ricardo's the hat.

He took one look at it, said it

was made by Evelyne Schneider.

Good. Do you have an address?

Foulon.

Maigret? I don't

Yes. Yes, he is.

Yes, I will.

That was Kernavel. She wants

to see you in her office now.

You could at least try to lie.

Know a good

Vietnamese round here?

No.

Yep.

I specifically asked you

not to work with Foulon,

yet you still are. Why?

Foulon is running a

m*rder investigation

almost single-handedly,

he needs help.

What about your investigation?

Two bystanders were m*rder*d.

-Two?

-The second one just died.

So who are they,

this g*ng of thieves

that you've been

chasing for months?

My theory

is one of Fernand's cellmates,

an ex-soldier named

Nicolas Traude,

has learned Fernand's methods

and is putting

them into practice,

working with members

of his former unit.

What evidence do

you have for this?

-None.

-Well, this is absurd.

There is an obvious suspect.

Another cellmate of

Fernand's, Henri Bezieux,

who is a bank robber

and a jewel thief.

Your superiors may have

promoted you for a reason,

Chief Inspector, but

right now I don't get it.

Yep.

Lucas. What's wrong

with your phone?

Battery died.

Yes, Lucas.

Say all that again.

We've got an ID on the man

shot at the jeweller's.

His name's Jacques Raison.

He's a former Corporal in

the 17th Parachute Regiment,

the same unit as

Fernand's former cellmate,

Nicolas Traude.

Thank you, Lucas.

Do a search on all

members of that unit

demobbed around the

same time as Traude.

Already on it, boss.

So, we know who the g*ng is.

If that's all?

Yes.

How was your day?

Er, at the moment it's bank

robbers four, Maigret nil.

I nearly got kicked

off the case.

-Nearly?

-Yeah. Saved by a phone call.

But if I don't get a

result soon, well

You never told me

about your dream.

The one I wasn't in.

Um, I'm at home.

My father wakes me.

Better hurry. Mass is

in fifteen minutes.

I'm altar boy for

the early mass.

You an altar boy?

It's autumn. Autumn leaves.

I go to church.

I go inside.

But I'm still walking on leaves.

The Countess is there, Sophie.

She says something.

When are you coming home?

What?

"When are you coming home?"

Then I wake up.

Is she old?

In the dream, no.

-Er, early 20s.

-Was she your first love?

My first crush.

I mean, you were my first love.

Evelyne Schneider?

I'm Inspector Foulon.

This is Chief Inspector Maigret.

Can we come in?

So, what's this about?

-Do you recognise this?

-Yes.

It's Honoré's. I gave it to him.

-He didn't steal it from you?

-What?

No. I made it for his mother.

-Honoré Cuendet's mother?

-Yes.

-Why?

-So you know Honoré?

Yes. For nearly a year.

Does he live with you?

When he's not travelling.

What is this? Has

something happened?

When did you last see him?

Um, June, end of June.

He said he'd be gone a month.

It's already been longer

than that so I'm

What's happened?

Oh, I'm sorry. He

died two nights ago.

Died?

He was k*lled.

His body was found

beside the Seine.

Thank you for telling me.

The hat. Why did you

ask if he'd stolen it?

That's what he did.

He was a thief.

Thank you.

Please just go.

What on earth are you doing?

Were these Honoré's?

Why did he turn this page down?

He asked me if I liked

the necklace, I said yes.

When?

Who knows, shortly

before he left?

Are you going to tell

me he stole that too?

Oh, God! Please,

will you just go.

Ah. Have you caught

the thieves yet?

No. Do you know what that is?

Of course I do.

The Monaco pendant,

made for Princess Grace

by Paul Fonteau himself in 1959.

Sold at auction six months

ago for nearly two million.

Do you remember the buyer?

A Syrian businessman,

Azhar Rafik.

Bought it for his girlfriend.

Wait a minute, last

month's Luxe Plus Luxe,

there are photos

of her wearing it.

A-ha.

"I feel naked without the Monaco

pendant," says Lida Buondonno.

Very interesting. Thank you.

Hang on, what's this got to do

with the b*stards

who wrecked my store?

Not a lot. Sorry.

Find out where this

Azhar Rafik lives.

When you have an address, get

Cuendet's photo to every hotel,

rental apartment

and Airbnb nearby.

He'll have checked in on the

day Evelyne last saw him.

Okay.

-Cavre.

-I'm at the hospital.

The robber, Jacques

Raison, just got a visitor.

Someone called

Monique Delacroix.

-I'm going to talk to her.

-No, Cavre, wait until I get

Did you get anything out of her?

I would have if you

hadn't barged in on me.

Okay. Her name is

Monique Delacroix.

She's claiming to

be his fiancée.

How did she know

Raison was here?

He borrowed a phone from one of

the nurses and he called her.

Good, if he can speak to

her, he can speak to us.

Sorry, boss. They're about to

operate on him to remove the b*ll*ts.

-They won't let us speak to him.

-Then we'll speak to Monique.

Hi, Monique.

I'm Chief Inspector Maigret.

I'm sorry about your fiancé.

What does Jacques

do for a living?

He's an Uber driver.

Monique claims to not

know anything about

-his second career as a thief.

-Because it's rubbish!

Look at me!

As if he'd rob banks with

me in this condition.

Instead of accusing him, why don't

you try and find out who shot him?

Because we already

know who shot him,

and since he started

it by driving his car

into a jeweller's, it's

entirely his fault.

Why are you being so horrible?

Monique, did Jacques stay in touch

with any of his army friends?

No. No, he hated the army, he

didn't have any army friends.

Look, I need to go, my

shift starts in 30 minutes,

and I'll get fired if I'm late.

Do you want Karim

here to drive you?

That would be kind. Thank you.

-Stay here, keep an eye on him.

-For how long?

Lapointe stayed

here all last night,

so should you if necessary.

I've got my own leads to follow.

You should've sent me with

Monique, not the kid Lapointe.

And I would have done

if you'd established

any kind of rapport with

her, but you hadn't.

So stay here, call me the

second we can talk to him.

So, we have one robber in

custody, Jacques Raison,

currently under the knife

at the Magdalene Hospital,

and we have three other men who

left the 17th Parachute Regiment

shortly after Traude did.

We'll track them down.

Military will have the

last known addresses.

What about Rosalie?

You think she's switched teams?

She said she loved her husband.

Her husband said he

was setting her free.

They can't both be

telling the truth.

Remember the calls

she got at her place,

seconds after the robbery

at the jeweller's?

She must be involved.

-Shall we tap her phones?

-Yes.

The jeweller's.

What have you got on the

street where the jeweller's is?

Erm, that block of Rue

Charlot has a butcher,

two cafés, a phone shop, a

dry cleaner, two city offices.

One's an actuarial accountant, and the

other's some kind of water archive.

Then a lawyer, a dentist, two

web designers, and a poet.

A poet?

Okay, I made up the poet.

Rue Charlot's a dead end, boss.

Well, we have Jacques Raison,

and he has a pregnant fiancée,

so he's the weakest

link in the chain.

Sooner we can talk

to him the better.

Foulon.

Ah, well done.

Yeah, see you there.

Is this to do with

your dead burglar?

Foulon found the

hotel where he stayed.

Want me to drive you?

Last room on the left.

Turn off the light.

What are we looking at?

Azhar Rafik's house.

Why are we looking at it?

It's where Honoré

Cuendet did his last job.

And probably where he died.

That'll be Azhar Rafik and

his girlfriend Lida Buondonno.

I can see four guards,

motion sensors,

and half-dozen cameras

in the front alone.

How did Cuendet even get in?

He got in.

He didn't get in

by staring at it.

Where's his

surveillance equipment -

microphone, cameras, computer?

He'll have got rid of it

all before he made his move.

Somehow we have to

place him in that house.

-Try for a warrant?

-On what grounds?

That he rented a room

opposite for six weeks?

-Cavre.

-Raison's gone.

What do you mean "gone"?

The g*ng took him.

They came in dressed as medics.

They had transfer papers.

They loaded him into the back

of an ambulance and he's gone.

Did you check the

transfer papers?

I wasn't here. I was out,

following up on a lead.

Stay there. I'm on my way.

The g*ng just fixed the

weak link in the chain.

They've stolen Jacques Raison.