01x02 - The Lazy Burglar - Part Two

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Yeah, stay here, we'll need

to take your statement.

The transfer form's legit.

Look at the signature of

the authorising doctor.

Jules Maigret. Funny.

Boss, Raison was the one robber

we actually managed to arrest

and the g*ng just

spirited him away.

I thought you asked Cavre to

stay here and watch Raison.

I did.

CCTV give us anything?

Okay. So here are

our bank robbers,

leaving the ward with

their wounded friend,

uniform just standing around.

And Cavre nowhere.

They go into the elevator.

And out into the ambulance bay.

Ambulance waiting, doors open.

They load on their friend,

second the door's

closed, they're off.

They're all masked,

this is useless.

Keep your hair on, Janvier.

There.

Driver didn't bother

to wear a mask.

I know that face, he's

one of Traude's guys,

the helicopter pilot.

Very good, kid.

He is Rene Lussac.

Well done, Torrence.

Can you rewind?

Yep. They have a look-out.

It's Monique, Raison's

pretty fiancée.

But where's her baby gone?

Traude sent her

to scout the place

and "pretty" Monique took

you bozos for a ride.

What's she doing now?

Reporting mission accomplished.

-Can we get closer?

-Yeah.

That camera. Move over, Uncle.

Come on, come on.

Here we go.

Three, two, two, nine, eight

eight, one, nine.

I got everything

except the first digit.

That makes ten possibilities,

should be easy to trace.

She'll have called Traude.

Get his number, trace

all the numbers he calls

and drop a net over

the whole g*ng.

Call me when you have something.

Maigret.

I hear you just

lost your only lead.

-Yes.

-Can I ask why on earth

you didn't leave one

of your team here?

I made a mistake.

I also hear the robbers put

your name on the transfer form.

They seem to find this

almost as amusing as you do.

Well, I don't find it amusing.

But it interferes

with you investigating

the death of your

burglar, doesn't it?

I've spoken to the Director and

he agreed that Inspector Cavre

will now share the lead

in this investigation.

Do you have any objection?

No.

Goodnight.

Hey, are we good?

-Yeah, man.

-Let's go.

Sorry I'm late.

Are you shopping?

Just looking.

Bad day?

The score is now bank

robbers five, Maigret nil.

I'm now sharing

the investigation

with Inspector Cavre.

Do you mind?

I made us a brandade.

-Hmm.

-I hope it's not dried out.

That looks perfect.

When are you coming home?

Bad dream?

The same.

-My father wakes me.

-Mmm.

The church, Sophie.

She asks the same question.

"When are you coming home?"

You haven't been home since

your father died, have you?

No.

Well, maybe you should.

Make your peace.

You think there's peace to make?

I don't know.

But we're trying to have a baby.

You might become a dad, so

why shouldn't you dream

about your father and

about home

Saint-Fiacre?

We believe we've identified all

five members of Traude's g*ng,

plus Monique Delacroix,

who's working with them.

Very good.

What about Fernand's

wife, Rosalie?

I thought she was

working with them.

We think so, but her

phones have gone quiet

since we visited her, probably

because we visited her.

So what's your next move?

The plan is to mine GPS

and cell phone data,

track the g*ng in real time.

Put surveillance on them

24/7, cars, phone, home.

And then when we're ready to

swoop, we'll pull 'em all in.

Surveillance on six

people round the clock,

that'll be heavy on manpower.

Yeah, but we'll catch

them, all of them.

Then I'll ask for

more resources.

Come with me, help

me make my case.

Why are you letting

him take over?

We're working this together.

Well, you don't seem to

be working it at all.

I joined La Crim to work

with you not that idiot.

Er, that's enough, you two.

Yeah, well, they're

not wrong, are they?

As long as we catch them,

what does it matter

whose methods we use?

Anything new on

the Cuendet case?

I was told to leave him alone.

We never do what we're told.

So the limestone that

caved Cuendet's face in

is from a quarry that

supplies half of Paris.

That's not much use.

You should read more

carefully - it's Liais,

the finest Lutetian limestone,

from the Saint Maximin quarry,

which suggests its

owner is not poor.

He isn't.

You know who did it.

Try to get a look

inside his house.

He's either missing

an expensive lamp

or he's got one covered in

Cuendet's blood and brains.

What about the bank robberies?

That's what Inspector

Cavre asked me,

-very early this morning.

-What did you tell him?

That I only talk to

Chief Inspectors.

What are you working on?

The one bank robber

you did catch,

completely by accident,

I hear, then lost,

-leading to your demotion.

-Yes, Moers.

There's something

odd on his boots.

What?

Mud from the Seine.

What's a bank robber

doing wading in the Seine?

The Seine.

-Thank you.

-Have a good day.

Just get in, Maigret.

Why are you sniffing

around Azhar Rafik?

Why are you asking?

It's a national security matter.

A Syrian businessman is a

national security matter?

Pull the other one.

I'm asking politely,

why is your poodle Foulon

asking questions about Rafik?

-My poodle?

-He's working for you, isn't he?

Poodle. Mmm? Foulon

is more of a terrier.

For God's sake, Maigret,

don't be so damn touchy.

Look, we have an

interest in Rafik.

What? Oil? Weapons?

Will you get off your

high horse for one second?

Rafik is our eyes

and ears in Damascus,

in fact across the

whole of the Levant,

a region where France

has many interests.

I'm just a cop, this

is way over my head.

My wife is waiting for me at

home. Will you stop the van?

-Will you leave Rafik alone?

-No. Stop the van.

You don't give me orders.

Bloody fool!

Marriage licence!

A marriage licence?

Oh, I love you, Adam!

I apologise for turning

up at your home like this.

-It must be important.

-It is.

Colonel Danet said you

refused a direct order

to lay off a person of

interest to the DGSE.

I don't work for the

DGSE, neither do you.

We work with them.

We rely on them.

I told you to leave

that damn burglar alone.

It's not your case. Drop it!

-I can't.

-Do you want to lose your job?

I want to do my job.

A French citizen was m*rder*d.

I know how, where, when, and

I'm close to knowing by whom.

How can you, a Prosecutor,

tell me to drop it?

May I introduce my wife.

Louise, this is

Prosecutor Kernavel.

Madame Maigret.

Louise, please.

It's nice to meet you at last.

Maigret speaks highly of you.

Can we offer you a drink?

That's very kind of

you, but no, thank you.

About your burglar,

Maigret, maybe you're right.

I'm sorry for the intrusion.

Goodnight.

Pont-Levis Security.

-What are we doing here?

-Damaging your careers.

So if you don't want to

get involved, walk away.

Is it about your burglar?

Then what do you need?

Pont-Levis handle

security for Azhar Rafik.

I believe that on the

night of July 30th,

my burglar got

past that security

and into Rafik's house,

I want to know how.

We need to look at

their CCTV back-up.

And they'll check with Rafik

before they let us see it.

We tell them we have information

about a kidnap threat

against Rafik and we want to see

if their security's been breached.

If they're still not happy,

we ask them if they

want Rafik to see this.

Pont-Levis security guards.

Asleep on the job.

Hello, Maigret?

Maigret? Hello?

Maigret, are you there?

Madame Prosecutor.

I need to talk to you.

Cavre now has the g*ng

under surveillance.

He wants to arrest.

You can arrest them,

but you'll release

them two hours later

because you have

nothing to hold them on.

-What would you do?

-Catch them in the act.

You mean, wait for

another robbery?

How do you even know

there's gonna be one?

Because they're still here,

still talking to one another.

That suggests there'll

be another target

and that will be the big one.

Maigret I'm under pressure.

I need a result.

Arresting the g*ng

would be a result.

It would make a splash,

even if, a year later,

it didn't get a conviction.

Do you understand me?

Yes.

-I mean, can you give me a day?

-To do what?

To find out what

they'll hit next.

How?

The jeweller's. That's the key.

I'm convinced it was

just a diversion.

Alright. One day.

Thank you.

What have we got?

Rafik's house is a fortress.

Every door has magnetic

and manual locks,

laser sensors cover every

inch of the exterior,

every element has

triple redundancies.

Basically impenetrable.

How long until we find

out how Cuendet got in?

Already know. He

hacked into Pont-Levis.

The system does a routine

check for upgrades

at 11:55pm every day.

July 30th, an

upgrade is installed.

But it's not an upgrade,

it's a software patch,

just for Rafik's house.

It over-rode all the codes and

set the electronic keypads to 00.

And copied a two-minute loop

onto all the security cameras

starting at precisely

01:05am on July 31st.

Watch.

Exterior of Rafik's house.

See that?

In 12 seconds, you'll see the

headlights of the same two cars.

The cameras haven't worked since

July 31st and no one noticed?

No. The patch and the loop were

on a 30 minute clock themselves,

then they reversed

the execute commands,

returned the system

to normal operation.

There. Same two cars.

-So that's how he got in.

-It might be how he got in,

but it doesn't prove he got in.

It doesn't show what

he did when he got in.

It just shows, well, nothing.

Well good job.

Report to Lucas,

she needs your help

for surveillance on

the bank robbers.

I'm gonna have one more look at

the jeweller's in Rue Charlot.

You said there were

two city offices

and one of them was

something to do with water?

Er, yeah, some kind of archive,

but no-one actually works there.

-Did they have security?

-On the building, yeah. Why?

Don't you have

your own computer?

Brilliant. The Seine. Why?

You said the robber had

river mud on his boots.

-Which part of the river?

-Mud and faecal matter,

-and cocaine and

-Moers, which part of the river?

Have a look.

Er I see nothing. Squiggles.

They're plant spores, from ferns

only found in the Himalayas.

It's a clue.

Jardin des Plantes.

Correct.

The gardens are

right on the Seine.

The bank robbers aren't going

to bust in the front door,

they're going to come

in through the sewers.

Somewhere

here.

-Lucas?

-Mm-hmm?

Get the names and

addresses of every bank

on a sewer line or tunnel

within one kilometre

of the Jardin des Plantes.

Boss, you've got to tell

me what this is about.

It's about water.

The raid on the jeweller's

was just a diversion

so the g*ng could get

into the water archives.

The archives aren't staffed but

they have armed security 24/7.

I checked the CCTV from

the day of the robbery.

The minute the car

hits the jeweller's,

both guards run out

into the street.

Three seconds later, a

man in a baseball cap

enters the building

and goes upstairs.

95 seconds later he comes out,

rolled-up plans under his arms.

Remember what I said about

About Fernand and

city infrastructure.

Exactly. So identify all the

targets and recall the team.

Inspector Cavre's got everyone watching

the g*ng, we can't just pull them off.

The surveillance

is a waste of time.

-But you agreed to it.

-Did I?

Well, anyway, get them all back.

If Cavre objects, then

tell him to call me.

What if Kernavel objects?

Then tell her to call me.

I've gotta go.

Evelyne?

Come in.

-Justine.

-I got in touch.

-We've become friends.

-Where is my hat?

The hat she made me.

-I will return it, I promise.

-You see?

You can't trust any of them.

Evelyne, you said you received

something from Honoré?

If you show it to

him he'll take it

and it still won't

bring Honoré back.

It came in the

post this morning.

The Monaco Pendant.

Justine's right.

If you do give this to me as

police I will have to take it.

You see?

Will it tell you who k*lled him?

I know who k*lled him, I did.

I said I liked the

stupid necklace.

Why didn't I just

keep my mouth shut?

If it wasn't this, it

would've been something else.

It was in his nature.

Don't blame yourself.

You made him happy.

Go

take it.

Use it.

Nearest post office

is Rue Beccaria.

This was franked

in Rue Beccaria.

You think he posted it here?

He didn't want to get stopped

with what he'd stolen.

He got in, got

the item, got out.

Posted it here in an envelope

already addressed

to his girlfriend.

But then they caught

him, and what?

Beat him to death in the street?

-Good afternoon.

-Get out of the way.

What the hell do you

think you're doing?

Give me that phone or

I'll kick your teeth in.

Really?

Sorry. I thought you were a pap.

Just leave it, darling.

Nice car.

What's the trunk space like?

Does it have room for a body?

No. They didn't beat him

to death in the street.

They dragged him back inside

and beat him to death in there.

Maigret?

Do you have any news for me?

Not yet, you gave me a day.

Inspector Cavre.

We waited too long, they're

already on the move.

A van picked up Traude,

what, ten minutes ago.

We're tracking their phones but

we should really pull 'em in,

we just don't have enough

manpower to follow them all.

He says the whole g*ng's moving.

Are they going to the same

place or a different place?

Cavre, where are they going?

They all seem to

be leaving Paris.

One's in a taxi heading to Orly.

-They're leaving Paris.

-No, they're not.

-Maigret, they are!

-I bet you they're not.

Oh, for God's sake.

Inspector, arrest them all.

Yes, ma'am.

All units, this is

Alpha. Pull them in.

Pull them in.

Yeah, I'll tell her.

See you back here.

That was Cavre. The g*ng

all dumped their phones

at exactly the same

time, then disappeared.

If you hadn't taken your

team off surveillance,

then we wouldn't have lost them,

not every single one of them.

Possibly.

You had a theory

about the robbers.

-Is it still just a theory?

-No.

5th Arrondissement,

Jardin des Plantes,

the major private

banks and vaults.

They will rob one

of these banks,

and they will come

at it from below,

using the sewers and

drainage tunnels.

Okay. What's your evidence?

-Plant spores and faeces.

-Plant spores and faeces?

That and the fact that when

the g*ng robbed the jeweller's,

they also raided the archives

of the Paris Water Authority

where all the old

sewer maps are kept.

So when will they hit

one of these banks?

-Don't know.

-You don't know?

-So it could be never.

-Not never.

-But you don't know.

-No.

Disappointing.

I have a meeting with the

Director and he will be

disappointed.

Any point in us staying, boss?

Yes, if you want to catch them.

So, you really think

they're gonna do something?

I do. Lucas, you

should order in.

Menus.

What are you having, Janvier?

Fake meat and fresh air salad?

Better than a dead

cow, planet k*ller.

Lebanese for me.

Always Lebanese.

-I thought you were Moroccan.

-I am.

What kind of name's

Lapointe then?

It's French.

Tell me something.

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.

Boss.

Boss!

The security company

for the Banque Privée

de Zurich just called.

Their motion sensors

have detected vibrations

under the bank's vault.

They say it could

be a false alarm.

No. It's them.

Alarms have started.

Five minutes.

Get the drills out, okay?

-Let's push those locks through.

-Yeah.

Let's go! Clock's ticking.

C'mon. Just cash and

bonds. Fast as you can.

C'mon, clock's ticking.

Martin, round there.

Alright, let's go.

Down.

Okay, next one.

Let's go.

What's the hold-up, Martin?

-Hello.

-Put down your g*ns.

You really want to turn a ten

year sentence into thirty?

End of the road, guys.

Got a woman here.

Hello, Rosalie.

Monique!

How's the baby?

Alright, watch your head.

Well, you did it.

Congratulations.

I got lucky.

I called it one way,

you called it the other.

Don't patronise me.

Are you okay, boss?

I just wonder why

Rosalie wasn't here.

And you know who

else wasn't here?

Rene Lussac, the

helicopter pilot.

Correct.

And they took Jacques Raison,

a man with an arm in a

sling, but not Lussac?

They came in through the sewers,

why would they need

a helicopter pilot?

Exactly. Why?

Torrence, I want you

to watch Rosalie's.

For how long?

As long as it takes. Got it.

Lucas, keep in

touch with La Tour.

I want updates on

Fernand twice a day.

Four times a day.

Goodnight.

Chief Inspector.

My congratulations.

A job well done.

Thank you, Madame Prosecutor.

You could have made

it easier, you know,

if you'd shared some

of your reasoning.

We are on the same side.

I don't really care about sides.

They stop people seeing

what's in front of them.

Well, thank you for

that piece of wisdom.

-You're welcome.

-Is there anything else?

Yes. This is the

Honoré Cuendet dossier.

It was compiled by

Inspector Foulon and myself.

It shows how Cuendet

died, and where, and why,

and who k*lled him.

Show him in.

Emil Danet is here.

I wonder why.

Perhaps you should

care about sides.

Maigret.

Mathilde, how are you?

I'm well, thanks, Emil. Please.

Oh. I need to confirm

that our young friend here

will stop harassing Azhar

Rafik, who, as I told him,

is an important

intelligence source.

Maigret doesn't work

for me so I can't.

No, but you do speak

to the Director

and you do decide whether

the case proceeds or not.

Yes, I do decide. And here

is more than sufficient evidence

for the arrest of Azhar Rafik.

Well, that would be

a serious mistake.

The interests of the state

Does Rafik have

diplomatic status?

No. He's an intelligence source.

I don't want to embarrass

the intelligence services,

nor Monsieur Rafik,

so I won't arrest him.

But I will suggest a compromise.

Maigret will prepare

a reconstruction.

He will present his evidence at

the scene of the alleged crime.

Rafik and his lawyer can

challenge the evidence.

Then I'll decide

on the next step.

No, I can't agree to that.

Oh, I'm sorry, Emil, is

that your call to make?

Are you Rafik's lawyer now?

It's this or I arrest him.

Sides, Maigret?

Over to you.

Thank you.

What's a reconstruction?

It's a re-enactment.

The law allows the police to

show how a crime took place,

at the scene of the crime, in

the presence of the accused.

The victim's family

can attend as well.

That's you.

What do you advise?

It has to be your decision.

It was a brutal crime

so the reconstruction

will be brutal too.

Do you want to

upset us even more?

I want to upset them.

So they know what they've done.

So they find the

knowledge hard to bear.

Big day.

For both of us.

Will you call me as soon as you

know the result of the test?

This reconstruction is

for the police to describe

the events they allege

took place in this house,

which led to the death

of Honoré Cuendet.

Normally a reconstruction

takes place after the suspect

has been arrested,

interviewed and charged.

Out of respect

for Monsieur Rafik

and Mademoiselle Buondonno,

we are giving them

an early chance

to challenge the evidence.

Madame Tielemans, can we start?

As long as it's clear that my

clients are here voluntarily

and can end this

whenever they choose.

Yes. Chief Inspector Maigret.

The dossier contains copies

of all written and

photographic evidence.

July 30th, 11:55pm.

Pont-Levis Security is hacked.

A software patch is installed,

disarming every

lock in the house.

At 1:05am on July 31st, a

two-minute loop is copied

onto every security camera,

effectively blinding them.

That allowed Honoré Cuendet

to get access to the house.

What about the security guards?

In your dossiers you'll

see photos of the guards

in their van asleep.

Cuendet knew this because

he'd watched this house

for six weeks, watched it

from the Hotel Le Bouglion.

Once inside the house,

Cuendet made his way upstairs

and into the master bedroom.

Where he took what he came

for, the Monaco pendant,

which was on Ms

Buondonno's bedside table.

As if she would leave something

so valuable beside her bed.

According to the interview

with Ms Buondonno

in the magazine Luxe Plus Luxe

that's exactly what she does.

Cuendet took the pendant

and left the room.

He went back down the

stairs. He left the house.

Oh, so he was

alive when he left?

And if the cameras were blind,

how are you so sure that

he was even in the house?

You don't know.

You have nothing.

Not quite nothing. Evelyne.

I received this in

the mail two days ago.

With a note from Honoré saying

it would look better on me.

I don't want it. You have it.

That's the pendant he

took from your bedside.

He had the envelope with him.

He posted it in the mailbox

outside the side door,

seconds before you caught him.

You caught him but you

couldn't find the pendant.

You dragged him inside.

Is this really necessary?

A reconstruction must also

show how the death happened.

Cuendet was hit from behind,

by a square object

made of limestone.

He was stunned, not k*lled.

He was turned over

and hit again.

He was hit in the

face five times.

Then he was hit

another five times,

this time by a

left-handed person.

Those were the blows

that k*lled him.

What hand are you

holding your pen in?

Then Honoré Cuendet was

stuffed in the trunk of a car

and dumped on the

banks of the Seine,

where his body was

found the next morning.

That is our reconstruction of

the death of the man you loved.

Madame Tielemans?

Monsieur Rafik?

This is all a fantasy.

You can't prove he

was in the house,

you can't prove a thing.

But I can try.

Inspector Foulon, please

arrest Monsieur Rafik

and Mademoiselle Buondonno.

-Alright, on your feet.

-Get off!

Time to go.

Justine, Evelyne, shall we go?

Yeah.

My home is your home.

Can I go now?

I'll see you again.

La Crim, Lucas.

Thanks. Er, hold on. Boss.

My contact at La Tour prison.

Gustave Fernand's just

checked into the infirmary

complaining of severe

abdominal pain.

They've called a

medevac helicopter.

La Crim.

Oh, hello, Uncle.

Torrence. He says Rosalie

just left the house,

carrying a small suitcase.

Get onto the Prefecture. They

have to track that helicopter.

-But it'll just be going to

-It isn't going to any hospital.

Tell Torrence to follow Rosalie.

She must not see him.

You worked it out?

This is the deal Fernand made.

He gave Traude the

plans for the robberies,

in return Traude is going

to spring him from prison.

Guess who's flying

the helicopter?

Helicopter pilot Rene Lussac.

Hello, Rosalie.

So Nicolas Traude

kept his promise.

No, get off me!

Get off me!

Get off me.

Get off me!

Go.

Armed police!

-Police! Don't move!

-Police!

Stop right there. Do not move!

Do not move!

On your knees.

I'm sorry, Rosalie.

At least you'll be together,

even if it is in prison.

That's enough.

Oof! She got you boss.

She must like you.

Do you want to add assaulting

an officer to everything else?

-Take them in.

-Come on, love.

Darling, I'm sorry, I just

I think I'm gonna start moving

the stuff out of the spare room.

You've done the test?

I've done the test.

I'll be home as soon as I can.

I'm afraid I've, um

been in a bit of a fight.

Oh What?

Come home.

Um, home soon.

So, two victories.

The bank robbers and the

K*llers of your burglar.

Three victories. You. Us.

All three of us.

Um, there you are. Good as new.

Ignore it.

Oh, it's Foulon.

Aristide?

Thank you for letting me know.

One less victory. Honoré

Cuendet's K*llers got away.

I'm sorry, I have to go out.

I won't be long.

Well?

I didn't come all this

way just to be stared at.

Where are Rafik and Buondonno?

Probably halfway to Damascus.

-Was it you?

-No.

More likely a

ba*ls-up at your end,

or the Syrians sneaked him out.

Rafik was of value to them too.

I told you to leave

it alone, Maigret.

Now you've lost your

case, I've lost my source.

Nobody wins.

Especially not Justine Cuendet.

Maybe she should have brought up

her son to be a better citizen.

I bet this'll ease her pain.

She's the mother of

a thief after all.

She can share it with that

pretty little hat maker.

Do you know what they'll

want to do with this?

Yes, cash it in,

live it large for the

rest of their lives.

Everyone's a saint till

they get the smell of money.

I should make you swallow this.

No, please!

They already said

they don't want it,

or your dirty money.

Okay?

Not perfect, but better.

Where were we?

We were celebrating.

Just a sip.

Here.

To us, Maigret.