Maigret

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 kill him.

But not here. Not enough blood.

Yes.

Especially given the fact that he has no face.

So...

killed somewhere else and dumped here.

It could be a drug killing,

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 gang killing.

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 gang'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 gang.

-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?