01x03 - Maigret's Failure - Part One

[bunniefuu]

Our daughter's missing.

Call Chief Inspector Maigret.

The girl you can't find.

You must be as bad a detective

as your father was

at running an estate.

He and I grew

up in the same village.

He wants to renew an old grudge.

Fumal has been

receiving death threats.

I would like you to

investigate them.

Fumal has an instinct

for people's weaknesses.

Next time, be more careful.

Where are you going?

To find out who wants

to k*ll a billionaire.

Better hurry.

Mass is in 15 minutes.

- Not out

here. - Come on.

Yes?

I need something to eat.

Now?

Yes.

Then I'll wake Felix.

You too. Emails to write.

Yes, sir.

Hurry up!

Clean up and go.

Celine. Mm?

To that loser Roger Gaillardin.

The midnight

deadline has passed.

My offer will now go down

by five million euros

every 24 hours.

Sir?

Dr. Klein confirmed

tomorrow morning.

You'll be there?

To see the heartbeat?

I would not

miss it for the world.

Mm.

Mm.

Yes, Lucas. LUCAS:

Are you near a TV, boss?

Do I have to be?

Yes, a reporter ambushed

Layla's parents,

they're talking.

How

worried are you for Layla?

Worried? W-well,

she's been missing for

more than three days.

Do the

police have any leads?

No, I mean,

they're working hard but it's

just another job for them.

They're working hard but it's

just another job for them.

For us, our whole world's been

ripped apart. Our baby's gone.

What more would

you like to see being done?

The police are

doing the best they can,

but Layla's brought

joy to so many people,

if anyone knows anything

or has seen anything,

please, just tell us,

or tell the police.

Christ,

we're going to be swamped.

Please call Chief

Inspector Maigret

at the Police Judiciaire

or leave a message on

our "Where Is Layla?"

Facebook page that we've set up,

and we'll pass on the

message to the police.

We need your help.

Thank you.

I'll come in.

Janvier is

already outside.

You still don't

know what happened?

No.

Are you worried?

Yes.

The

disappearance of influencer Layla Lyonnet

three days ago.

The police have no leads.

So the mystery deepens, as

do the fears of her parents

and her thousands of fans.

Chief Inspector Maigret.

My boss wants to talk to you.

How did you know where I live?

If Monsieur Fumal wants someone,

he finds them.

Tell him to find his local

police station and talk to them.

What was that about?

Layla fans.

Can I run a couple of them over?

Not today.

It's all

over her Instagram,

where she goes to write poetry

in the Bois de Boulogne?

What idiot let them in here?

Don't

just type, go there.

Yeah, just by the border.

I have your number. Thank you.

Someone saw Layla near the

Spanish border last night.

Twentieth tip this

morning.

Let it go to voice mail.

Lapointe, Cavre, over

here Torrence, you too.

We've got all we need.

Come here he's

gonna see you out.

Let's go through

what we know so far.

Relationships

outside the family?

No boyfriend,

no girlfriend, no close friends.

In her latest video she

was advocating celibacy.

Oh, welcome to the

club. That's a surprise.

What about

relationships at work?

Same picture. She

doesn't have any.

"Work" is just her

and her phones.

Mum and dad handle

the business side.

So unfortunately mum

and dad are right:

she's been missing three days,

we don't have a single lead.

No, we have

dozens of leads.

By the end of the day, we're

gonna have hundreds of leads.

We don't have the manpower

to follow them all up.

She could be kidnapped,

she could be m*rder*d

She could be kidnapped,

she could be m*rder*d

Or she

could be faking it.

Layla was a mid-range influencer

with about 600,000 followers

but she was losing

followers and sponsors.

Now, however, the "Where

Is Layla?" Facebook page

her parents set up has

had over a million hits.

So this is just a

publicity stunt?

No, as far

as we're concerned,

she's still a missing kid,

and we'll put everything

we have into finding her.

Madame prosecutor, we've

got no news as yet,

and the fact that Layla's

parents have decided

I'm

sorry, I'm not here about Layla.

Can you come with

me, Chief Inspector?

Put all calls

through to voicemail,

go through them at

the end of the day.

Get back out there, go to

all the places where Layla

was last seen, ask

questions. We've done that.

Then we do it again!

What did she say? What

was her appearance?

What was her mood?

Lapointe, look at the parents.

Uh wh-What do you mean?

What do you mean

"what do I mean"?

You're the one who suggested

it might be a put-up job.

Look at them.

Minister.

Chief Inspector Maigret.

Chief Inspector.

Give me two minutes.

I apologize for pulling

you away from your work.

Mathilde says you

have your hands full

with this influencer girl.

We do.

Monsieur Fumal called me.

He said he tried to talk

to you this morning.

His driver did. Who is he?

The owner of Fumal. co,

the retail billionaire.

Surely you've heard of him.

I'm not a big shopper.

Fumal has been

receiving death threats.

I would like you to

investigate them.

My unit doesn't investigate

threats, Madame Minister.

If he gets k*lled,

then we'll investigate.

Maigret, this is

not how you speak

Mathilde. It's all right.

Fumal has many

friends in the media.

If these threats turn out

to be real, or God forbid,

are acted on, a vast amount

of government and police time

will have to be spent

investigating them.

I'm asking you to

nip that in the bud.

Find out what's going on.

Fumal is a bully.

Mathilde tells me

you can't be bullied.

I'm asking you, as

a personal favor,

go and see him.

I don't need to.

He's just showed

up at my office.

Minister.

I'll deal with it.

Even scruffier than

you used to be.

Fumal.

Ferdinand Fumal.

Correct.

Or, as you used to call

me, Fatty Fumal, oink-oink.

Hm, the butcher's son

from Saint-Fiacre,

and you, the estate

manager's son.

Well, look at me now and

look at you.

And, uh,

the girl you can't find.

Did the minister

give you an earful?

She told me to speak to you.

Did she tell you who I was?

Some sort of businessman.

Some sort!

I have revolutionized

food retail

in France, I have

built an empire

Getting death threats?

Yes. Messages.

"I'm going to cut you up."

"You're going to die."

You don't know who's

sending them? No.

Does anyone bear you a grudge

right now? Roger Gaillardin.

I'm buying his business,

and he hates me.

What, enough to

want to k*ll you?

Well, he's weak. He

could be desperate.

I'll need to see the messages,

take a look around your home and

offices, interview your staff.

I have dozens of offices

and thousands of staff,

but my headquarters

is at my home

at 219 Rue de Courcelles.

I'll tell my secretary

you're coming.

Do you have family?

A wife. Children?

No children.

Same as you.

Do you have lovers, a mistress?

None of your business.

You came to me, it is

my business. She isn't.

Talk to my secretary, Celine.

You'll like her.

Most men do.

See you later, Jules.

What are you, a geisha?

Rude.

Boss, you can't get

involved with this jerk,

we're already

swamped. No choice.

Tell Gaillardin we want to

speak to him, don't say why.

W-Where are you going?

A bar. Then Rue de Courcelles.

Thanks.

Fumal.

Ferdinand Fumal.

Or as you

used to call me, Fatty Fumal.

Or as you

used to call me, Fatty Fumal.

No!

Oink, oink!

Oink, oink, oink.

Come on, guys, let's leave him!

He'll come down

when he's hungry.

Bye-bye!

Boss?

Look, sorry to

interrupt your busy day,

but we might have

something on Layla.

Her spinning class was cancelled

three days ago,

because the instructor,

Marcus Desailly,

stopped turning up.

That's Marcus.

A couple of people in the

class said that he used

to pay a lot of

attention to Layla

flirting, touching,

borderline inappropriate.

They also say that

his cellphone number

went dead three days ago,

the same day Layla disappeared.

Lapointe. Found

where Marcus lives.

What on earth are you doing?

Concierge wouldn't

give me the key,

didn't believe I was a cop,

even said my ID was fake, so

Initiative. I like it.

Clever little Lapointe.

He's a musician.

Paris Conservatoire.

Toothbrush and shaving

stuff have gone.

Bed hasn't been slept in.

Anything that might

belong to Layla?

What, like a fetish?

No, like she was here.

Actually, I could be

right about the fetish.

Marcus's screen saver was Layla

and his password is

her date of birth.

And this is his photo album

He was stalking her.

Posted

yesterday, arrived today.

Opened.

So he was here today.

Or someone was.

We should get out, put

a watch on the place.

Boss? Shall we do that?

Yes.

Good idea.

Where are you going?

To find out who wants

to k*ll a billionaire.

I know who you are.

This way.

I am Celine Bourges,

personal secretary

to Monsieur Fumal.

"You're going to die"

"I'm going to cut you up."

Oh, I left out

"b*stard," "fat a*s."

We checked with our

service provider.

The messages came from

pre-paid burner phones.

You can't identify the sender.

Nonetheless, I would

like the numbers.

You have them.

How many staff live here?

Ah myself, Victor

who's Fumal's driver,

Joseph Goldman, his

business manager,

Noemi Madame Fumal's

maid Felix, the chef.

Do you always wear that coat?

In this heat?

How many years have

you worked for Fumal?

Five years.

Is he a good boss?

He's an appalling boss.

How is he appalling?

The usual ways,

plus a few of his own.

Has he abused you?

He once made me strip

in front of him.

Why?

He accused me of stealing money

from his safe in his office.

I denied it; he made

me strip to prove it.

You could have refused.

Could have quit.

What, and

lose my nice job,

my nice apartment, my

You don't like Fumal.

Nobody likes him.

Except perhaps his mistress.

Who's his mistress? I was told

not to say,

so I won't.

Otherwise, you'll lose your

nice job, your nice apartment,

and your boyfriend,

Felix the chef?

Oh, you're good.

I, um, blush when

I'm caught out.

Also when I lie,

which is kind of annoying.

Does Fumal know

about you and Felix?

Probably.

He collects secrets.

Who do you think

is threatening him?

Anyone he's ever

done business with.

For Monsieur Fumal, a

deal is only a success

when the other side is

left weeping in the gutter.

Does that include

Roger Gaillardin?

I don't know.

You're the detective.

Look, is there anything else?

I mean, this is fun, but

I do have work to do.

I would like to talk

to Madame Fumal.

I would like to talk

to Madame Fumal.

Well, it's a bit early.

Follow me.

Noemi, uh, this is

Chief Inspector Maigret.

He'd like to speak

with Madame Fumal.

She has only just had breakfast.

Is she dressed?

Breakfast of champions.

What is it now, Noemi?

My name is Maigret.

Chief Inspector.

Brigade Criminelle.

Has, uh, someone k*lled him?

No.

Someone has sent messages

threatening to k*ll him.

You don't share a bedroom

with your husband?

I don't share anything

with my husband.

Why did you marry him?

Because I was in love with him.

You don't want to hear this.

I do.

If you're willing to tell me.

My father owned a

chain of butcher shops

in Brittany that Fumal wanted.

He was courting

me at the same time.

Yeah, he was rich.

And charming.

I was young and pretty.

I thought he loved me.

But he was buying me.

Like I was another shop.

My father encouraged the match.

Uh-huh.

He said it would

keep us together.

But in less than a year,

Fumal had sold the shops,

fired the staff, and, uh, put

the whole business online.

My father came here to protest.

I heard them arguing

in the office.

Fumal said that my

father was a weakling,

that he had

taken his business and his

daughter at a knock-down price,

and he had never

even put up a fight.

Then he got his thug

Victor to throw him out.

Two weeks later, my

father had a heart attack.

I'm sorry.

Why did you stay?

He threatened to cut

me off without a penny,

and, uh, stop

paying for the care

that my father now needs.

You know, I am like

everybody else in this house.

I'm trapped by his money.

And by fear.

Monsieur Fumal

has got another message.

Look.

Look!

"Your cops won't

save you, fat man."

They know about you,

so they must be watching.

Do you know who it is yet?

Maigret! I'm talking to you!

Were the messages sent

from the same number?

No.

It was another

pre-paid burner phone.

Joseph Goldman, Monsieur

Fumal's business manager.

Can I have the number?

Okay, Goldilocks, get out.

You too, creeping Jesus.

I want to have a heart-to-heart

with my childhood friend.

What are you doing?

Sending the number

to our crime lab.

It's gotta be someone here.

I know they hate me.

They lie to my face and

they steal behind my back.

Do you know that, Ferdinand?

For a fact?

I know they look down

their nose at me,

because I came from nothing

and now I have everything.

Do I know they steal?

Well, Goldman insider trades

on the back of every

one of my deals.

Celine has been nicking

petty cash for years.

She has 5,000 euros

rolled up in the left toe

of her Bottega Veneta

boots in her closet

saving up so her and

her boyfriend Felix

can buy a bar in Gien.

Felix over-orders

for the kitchen,

then flogs the surplus

to local restaurants.

My lovely wife is drunk all day

and entertains her

gentleman friend all night.

You didn't find any of this out?

You must be as bad a detective

as your father was

at running an estate.

He was good at his job.

He was terrible.

He was about to be fired

when he had his stroke.

Saved everyone a lot

of embarrassment.

Strange,

how our childhood idols fail

us when we learn the truth.

The Countess de

Saint-Fiacre, for example.

Or Sophie, as she

insists I call her.

Yeah, we're friends.

But the stories I've

heard about her.

Dear, oh dear.

You had a crush on

her, didn't you?

I remember how she

used to call

"Jules!

"Jules!" And you'd come running.

"Jules!

Jules"

I don't need you,

you creep, get out.

I'm not scared of

this great lunk.

What are you doing?

Making a call.

Lucas.

Get Inspector Cavre to Fumal's.

He's to stay here

until I say otherwise.

What about Roger Gaillardin?

Have you checked him out yet?

Okay.

Meet me there.

Gaillardin's a criminal.

Should've been

locked up years ago,

and I can prove it.

One of my detectives

will be here soon.

Any news on Layla's

spinning instructor, Marcus?

No. Parents know nothing,

No. Parents know nothing,

Friends know nothing.

He's vanished into the

same black hole she has.

We are looking.

Monsieur Gaillardin

have you been

sending death threats

to Ferdinand Fumal, sir?

I'm sorry, I beg your pardon?

Death threats. Texts.

"You're going to die."

"I'm going to cut you up."

No, I haven't.

Do you dislike Monsieur Fumal?

Yes, he's a vile human being.

He said you were a criminal.

Of course he did.

He insults me,

he bribes, blackmails my board,

bullies my suppliers, and

feeds gossip to the media.

My share price has halved

in less than six months.

So why did he say

you were a criminal?

I don't need to explain

his disgusting slanders,

not to you or anyone.

I didn't threaten him.

If I'd wanted him dead,

I wouldn't send messages,

I'd just walk up to him

and sh**t him in the face.

Thank you for talking to us.

solidify and

might block your drains.

So, either use a tissue

or a kitchen towel

and put it in the bin.

This is my favorite brand.

I'm doing detective

work for you.

Layla. This is when

she broke through,

age seven

lip-synching to some

of her favorite artists.

getting down tonight ♪

Call my girls, all

my sisters get right ♪

So full of joy. Get

your high heels on ♪

And your little black dress

No wonder people loved her.

'Cause you're gonna

impress tonight ♪

We only drink champagne,

that's right ♪

Then, the

brands moved in.

Still lovely, still innocent.

Next comes sex.

More pout, less smile,

but she's still in control,

still enjoying herself.

But then there's this.

On the fan sites, they

call it the dark post.

It was made two months ago,

and it was deleted less than a

minute after it was recorded,

but a couple of people

managed to save it.

Hey, guys.

Hey, guys.

I just wanted to say

that only you can judge you.

Don't be afraid to stand up,

don't be afraid to be alone.

Love will find you.

Love is waiting.

Life really wasn't fun anymore.

Like she was trapped

being watched all the time,

and judged.

Well, she was being watched.

By her spinning instructor.

Marcus.

Looks like he was stalking her.

Are there more

photographs like this?

Lots.

Actually like

this? Oh, yes. Why?

Seems kind of innocent.

Moers.

He what?

Are you sure?

Okay, okay.

I'm on my way.

Show me.

Hello to you, too.

I analyzed the cell data

from the two numbers used

to send the messages.

I also got the

locations they

were sent from.

I suspect that, as I

will soon demonstrate,

the user did not know

that even burner phones

can now have GPS, which

reveals their location.

The first threat was

sent four days ago.

The second, the next day.

But, in the same

time span

Three longer messages:

To a journalist's Twitter feed,

a online gossip column,

a restaurant critic.

All anonymous,

either attacking

Roger Gaillardin

or praising Ferdinand Fumal.

"Gaillardin has been a

total disaster as C.E.O.

The board should welcome

Fumal with open arms."

That pattern continues.

Anonymous threats against Fumal,

anonymous texts praising Fumal,

attacking Gaillardin.

It's weird, but it

doesn't necessarily

Then you add the third factor.

I used Fumal's own phone

to track where he's been

for the last four days.

All the same places.

What, he sent himself

the death threats?

Thank you, Moers.

Your former

colleagues supply the manpower,

former clients and contacts

the threat intelligence

And you have the makings

of a highly profitable

private security company.

And you'd provide

the funding for this?

Oh, yes. Seriously?

Well, well,

the great detective.

A glass of wine,

Chief Inspector?

No. You sure?

Cavre says you've usually

had a couple by now.

I have some information.

I'd rather tell you privately.

Why?

Is Goldman trying to k*ll me?

He hasn't

got the ba*ls.

Well, come on then.

Spit it out.

Our technicians have

analyzed the phone numbers

used to send the threats.

They have 99%

degree of certainty

that you sent them yourself.

That's rubbish.

Read the analysis.

In my opinion,

there is no threat

to you at this time,

and I am withdrawing

my team from your case.

Go on then, piss off.

You too, you little sponger.

Hey, he begged us to set him up

with a private security

company. He suggested it.

Come on, Cavre.

Hey, before you scuttle off,

do you know what

I'm gonna do next?

I'm buying Saint-Fiacre.

The chateau. I made

the countess an offer.

She didn't like it,

but she'll take it.

She's up to her ears in debt.

The butcher's boy,

owner of Saint-Fiacre.

Maybe they'll even

make me a count.

Why did you ask for me, Fumal?

I saw you on TV,

because of the girl

you can't find,

so I wanted to see

if you were as

good as they say

or if, as your loyal

subordinate says,

you've been promoted

too far, too fast.

That's not the

real reason, is it?

No. No, it's not.

I wanted to see

if you were still

the smug little hypocrite

you were back then.

Hypocrite?

Pretending to be my friend

and laughing at

me up your sleeve.

You were even worse

than the others.

I despised you then,

I despise you now.

Get out!

Go on.

Fumal has an instinct

for people's weaknesses.

You let him find

yours and use it.

Next time, be more careful.

Er

I'm sorry.

Yes, Janvier.

Boss, two of Layla's fans

just broke into

Marcus's apartment.

Layla's amateur sleuths.

Managed to grab the

little b*stards.

How did they get in?

How did they get in?

Same way we did.

Asked questions at

Layla's exercise class.

I thought the

plan was you and Lapointe

would keep watch. We were.

Apartment across there.

They were too quick

pulled up in an Uber and ran in,

bust down the door before

we could stop them.

Trashed the place.

Hope we're not

interrupting you, Lapointe.

I'm just checking the

"Where Is Layla?" Facebook page.

Yep.

Marcus is on it,

and his apartment.

Plus, there's a thread:

"Why didn't the cops come clean

about Marcus Desailly?'

This is out of control, boss.

What if one of these

hormonal wackos

gets to Marcus before we do?

Madame prosecutor.

I did.

I will.

Right, seal this place.

Priority is Marcus.

We have to find him

before someone else does.

Okay.

It's fine.

It's not a problem,

he's with me.

Fumal.

What do you have to say?

What did he tell you?

Many things.

Mainly that you were

rude, incompetent,

and out of your depth.

And you didn't even find

out who was threatening him.

Oh, so that's one thing

he didn't tell you.

What?

He sent himself

the death threats.

Why, for God's sake?

Because he thinks

everyone is out to get him

and he wanted police protection.

You mean this was just paranoia?

Partly paranoia. There

is another reason.

He and I grew up in

the same village.

He wanted to renew

an old grudge.

Didn't you think it odd that of

all the detectives at La Crim

he asked for me?

And there's a third reason.

He wanted to show he

had power over you.

What that is and why, I

don't know and I don't care,

but I know he collects secrets.

That's how he does business.

Now, Layla Lyonnet

has been missing

nearly four days.

I don't want to waste

another minute on Fumal.

Wait. Is Fumal in danger?

Only in his imagination.

You can trust him,

Minister.

All right.

Thank you, Maigret.

I need your help

with the Layla case.

It's the police!

Have you found her?

Inspector, have

you found her yet?

Inspector! Do you

have any leads?

Have you found Layla?

Madame Lyonnet,

Prosecutor Kernavel.

Come in, please.

Monsieur Lyonnet.

Have a seat.

Have you got any news for us?

I hoped I would have news,

but due to the behavior

of some of Layla's fans,

police surveillance of a

suspect was disrupted, and

police surveillance of a

suspect was disrupted, and

Then Marcus Desailly

is a suspect?

We're keen to talk to him,

to find out what he

knows about Layla.

What do you mean, what he knows?

He knows everything.

He was stalking her.

Possibly.

But because of the

fans, his name and face

were all over social media,

including your Facebook page.

So finding him will

be infinitely harder.

I'm sorry about that,

but her fans are upset.

We're upset.

Our daugh

our daughter's missing,

and the police

are doing nothing.

They identified

Marcus, didn't they?

Yeah, okay.

Is that all you've come for,

to complain about Layla's fans?

No, I would like you

to call them off.

What, like they're dogs?

They're people.

They care about her.

And if we don't "call them

off," what are you going to do?

I would very

reluctantly prosecute you

for obstructing a

police investigation.

We

We've lost our daughter

and you're threatening us?

You're unbelievable.

No, don't touch that!

You've no right to do that.

To stop you filming us

without our consent?

We absolutely do.

I'm serious, call off the fans.

Do you know what the

worst case scenario is?

Yeah, we sue you.

The worst case scenario is

Layla has been kidnapped,

and this publicity makes

the kidnapper panic.

That's when kidnaps go wrong,

when we recover the victim

not living but dead.

Please.

Do what Prosecutor

Kernavel is asking.

Call the fans off.

Tonight we comin' through ♪

Hangin' with my crew ♪

What you wanna do ♪

Sexy ladies ♪

Hey.

Hey.

Someone just called for you

Sophie de Saint-Fiacre?

The countess?

The countess.

You'd better call her back.

Do you want her number?

Please.

Jules.

Sophie.

You've grown up. Er, it happens.

Two Calvados, please.

We'll drink to the

memory of your father.

He and I would always

have a Calvados together

when we went through

the estate accounts.

Perhaps that's why they

were always so confused.

No

Jules, I'm joking!

Your father was

always scrupulous.

But, seriously,

how many years is it since

we last met, 20 years?

Nearly 20 years.

It's too long.

And in all that time,

you've never been

back to Saint-Fiacre?

No.

Thank you.

Your wife sounds nice.

Do you have children?

Not yet.

Though we've just learned

she's pregnant, so

Well, that's wonderful news.

Now we really do have

something to drink to,

not just old times.

To your firstborn.

I wish my son would settle

down and get married.

You remember Maurice?

Of course.

Why are we meeting here?

And not at your apartment?

Well, you are the detective.

We're here

because I'm selling

the Paris apartment.

It's all packing cases and

empty spaces on the wall

where the paintings

used to hang.

Ferdinand Fumal.

He's why you wanted to see me.

Yes.

He's trying to buy Saint-Fiacre.

You knew?

I worked with him, briefly.

He told me.

When I say trying to buy,

it's more like

forcing me to sell,

and offering me an

insultingly low price.

He said you were in debt.

The things people

tell policemen.

Did he also tell you

he's blackmailing me?

It's how he does his deals.

He looks for weaknesses.

Well, he's found mine.

I was not a saint

after my husband died.

Some of my ex-lovers

have evidence of my wild years.

And Fumal?

Well, he's willing to buy it.

For myself?

I don't give a damn, but when

I think about Maurice

and the Saint-Fiacre name

dragged through the

mud by this bully?

Sophie?

Are you all right?

I'm fine now.

What I don't understand

What I don't understand

is how he gets away

with this behavior.

How he can harass and

bribe and blackmail.

What do you want me to do?

Stop him.

Are you asking me as police?

I'm asking you as a man.

Come to beg, have you?

The answer's still no.

What did your countess want?

My help.

Did you help?

No.

Big day tomorrow.

The heartbeat.

Lucas?

Boss,

the police were called

to Fumal's house an hour ago.

He's been shot.

At least three g*nshots, and

none of you heard anything?

Lies. That house

is full of lies.

I trusted you.

You're doing everything you can.

Where were you last night?

Are you serious?

You're like a jackal

let others do the k*lling

and wait for the scraps.

Visit our

website for videos,

newsletters, podcasts, and more.

And join us on social media.

The DVD version of this program

is available online

and in stores.