Maigret

She's been missing three days... we don't have a single lead.

The girl you cannot find.

Fumal has been receiving death threats.

I would like you to investigate them.

He's a vile human being.

He gets away with blackmail.

What do you want me to do?

Stop him.

He sent himself the death threats.

I'm withdrawing my team from your case.

Boss, the police were called

to Fumal's house an hour ago.

He's been shot.

Who called it in?

Victor Ricou.

I'm sorry, boss.

Can you get Victor?

When did you find him?

I got up at 4:30,

like I usually do, to take him his coffee.

But his bed wasn't slept in.

So, I checked the office, and...

Was the safe closed?

Yes.

When did you last see him alive?

About 11:00 last night.

When I let Roger Gaillardin in.

Gaillardin came here?

He turned up, demanded a meeting.

Did you show him out afterwards?

No.

Monsieur Fumal said I could go to bed.

So I did.

Is Madame Fumal awake?

No.

She always takes a pill.

At least three gunshots, and none of you heard anything?

Get the team here.

Mm-hmm. Call the pathologist,

check CCTV,

get Moers to open the safe.

They're to stay in their rooms

until they've been searched and statements taken.

Put an officer outside each room.

Take their phones.

Tell Torrence to find out where Gaillardin is.

Then call me.

Where are you going?

I've got a doctor's appointment.

Sweetheart.

Mm?

I'm sorry you had to get here on your own.

I'm not an invalid.

Everything all right?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Morning, morning.

Are we ready?

We're ready.

Now, this might be a bit chilly.

Let's see how baby's doing.

Do you want one?

No, I'll share yours.

We will try again,

of course.

No.

It's too much.

The injections, the hormone changes,

everything.

We're fine as we are.

More than fine.

I know.

But we will try again.

Shocking news has just come in.

Retail billionaire Ferdinand Fumal

has been found dead

in his luxury home... Not Fumal?

...on Rue de Courcelles.

-We hear that police... -Yes.

...were called to the house early this morning...

Killed last night.

...after reports of gunshots...

Go.

I'll be fine.

Go, love.

Do what you do.

Prosector Kernavel.

Police have confirmed that Ferdinand Fumal

died of gunshot wounds in his home...

You said Fumal was only in danger in his imagination.

Did he imagine this? No.

I trusted you.

You came highly recommended.

I'm not responsible for other people's recommendations.

So you're not responsible for Fumal's death?

For that, I am responsible.

I withdrew my team, he's dead.

Any idea who did it?

No.

Roger Gaillardin was the last person

to see Fumal last night. He would kill Fumal

just because he was trying to take over his business?

This was on Fumal's desk.

Report into an accident on the Côte d'Azur 30 years ago.

A boy on a motorbike was killed,

A boy on a motorbike was killed,

Gaillardin driving the car that killed him.

It was hushed up.

30 years ago?

And Fumal found this out?

Like I said, he collects secrets.

Now, Gaillardin didn't go home last night,

and his wife says his handgun is missing.

Now, my detectives are already at his office,

so, if you'll excuse me.

He's in his office, boss.

Door's locked and he's not answering his phone.

And he's got a gun on his desk.

Come this way, you can see in.

Boss.

Gaillardin's secretary said

he had a call with his board last night.

They said Fumal had been threatening

to release information that would destroy Gaillardin

and wreck the company's share price.

They told him if he didn't resign, they'd remove him.

Boss?

Right.

I'll speak to Gaillardin,

to distract him, if nothing else.

Torrence, call a negotiator.

Janvier, come with me.

Ask them to stay in their offices, doors closed.

Okay, I need you guys

to clear the corridors.

Monsieur Gaillardin?

It's Maigret. Will you let me come in?

Please go away.

Well, I can't go away.

But if you won't let me in,

will you at least talk to me?

I know what Fumal had on you.

The accident.

The boy on the bike.

How your family covered it up.

I hear Fumal is dead.

Yes.

He's dead.

And what happened will come out,

but people will understand.

Will the parents of the boy I killed understand?

When they learn how a rich family just

covered up a murder?

My job is to understand, not judge.

I went there to kill him.

And he flaunted my past in my face.

He gloated.

I felt the gun in my pocket.

I felt the handle and the trigger.

And I wasn't brave.

Just like 30 years ago.

When I hid from blame.

At least

I didn't have to hide

from the guilt.

Do you think that will count in my favor?

Gaillardin,

please keep talking to me.

I am talking to you.

I've finally decided to be brave.

Don't!

Gaillardin!

Detective Janvier.

Need an ambulance at Gaillardin and Co.

So he's not a suspect,

but he went to Fumal's house with a gun.

He said he didn't use it and I believe him.

Ballistics will prove me right or wrong.

So far, I've just been wrong.

When I spoke to Madame Fumal, there were two glasses

on her breakfast tray.

Half of the cigarettes in her ashtray

had lipstick on them, half didn't.

Fumal later told me she had a gentleman friend.

I didn't follow up.

Torrence, follow up. You mean...

I mean find him.

Fumal, he had a mistress.

He wouldn't tell me who she was.

I didn't follow up.

No, you asked me to.

Her name is Martine Gilloux,

and she's willing to talk to us.

Celine, Felix...

they're lovers.

Fumal said they'd been stealing from him for years.

Cavre, speak to them both separately.

Look for inconsistencies.

Yeah.

Lies.

House is full of lies.