Maigret in Montmartre (2017) - full transcript

Maigret investigates the random murders of a Countess and a showgirl and discovers a dark secret that links their past lives at the Grand Hotel in Nice.


Ah.

Princess Xenia Zakharova,

all the way from St Petersburg.

You are so good

and you've brought
your exquisite daughters.

My dears, you shall break
so many hearts.

Now, this is Sir Greville Haig,

the new ambassador.

Sir Greville,
I must reproach you.

You are too naughty.

Why have you brought
from London this fog?

It's quite a party, Countess.

I'm afraid the fog
is in your brain.

You want some more, but you can't
have any more, darling, can you?

Because you've had it all.

You're a woman after my own heart.

Bloody shreds.
Bloody shreds, indeed.

Now, one of us has to hawk our
backside round the Bois de Boulogne,

and I don't think yours'll
fetch very much, do you?

I need some cash.

Money, darling, where is it?

Cashykins.

Right. Well...

Right. I shall have to take this.

Just for a tick,

just until tomorrow, all right?

Good girl.

The Countess is not receiving!

I said the Countess
is not receiving.

Hello?

♪ La-bas le chat

♪ Est sur le toit

♪ Le chien

♪ Chasse dans le rue

♪ L'oiseau

♪ Il vole dans le ciel

♪ Et moi

♪ Vois tout la tout ♪

Club le Picratt,
ladies and gentlemen.

Your mother wouldn't like it,
but your mother's in bed.

20% discount with this card.

Girls, girls,
you like girls, ladies?

Some do. Step right in, gents!

♪ Those stumbling words

♪ That told you what my heart meant

♪ A fair ground's painted sweet
Not now.

♪ These foolish things

♪ Remind me of you

♪ You came

♪ You saw

♪ You conquered me

♪ When you

♪ Did that to me

♪ I knew somehow

♪ This had to be... ♪

Beautiful.

Oh, so beautiful.

I have to go.

But you can't.
You've got another set.

Arlette, Arlette, Arlette,
you're my star.

People will complain.

I might have to... What?

You might have to what?

Arlette!

Ladies and gentlemen,
stop right there.

You need music, you need Champagne,
you need...

to put some lead
in your little propelling pencil.

You need the erotic inferno
that is...

Arlette.

She'd give a dead man a stand.

Oh! Are you OK, Miss?

I have to explain, there must be
someone here I can speak to.

You can speak to me,
Inspector Janvier.

You're not giving me answers.

There must be someone else.
I will try to do all I can.

I've been sitting here for hours.
Calm down and I will assist you!

Who's this? Is he senior to you?
In every respect, Miss.

Chief Inspector Maigret,
this is Arlette.

We're trying to establish
how we can help her.

Another bucket of Cognac, maybe?
What did he say?

Could we please start
at the beginning? Please.

JANVIER: Evening, Pierre.
I sing at a club in Pigalle.

Le Picratt. Do you know it?

It has these kind of...

booths.

I was doing my act and...

there was these two men.
I could hear them, whispering.

While you were singing?
When I'd finished.

What were they saying?

They're going to kill someone.
Did they say who?

The Countess.
The Countess who?

Well, I don't know.

Did they say how they intended
to do this or when?

You're laughing at me.

No, I'm not laughing at you.

I'm merely trying
to establish the facts.

This 'Countess', is that a stage
name or... I don't bloody know, do I?

A Countess, like a... lord,
you know?

An aristocrat.

Do you think I'd be talking to
people like you

if this wasn't urgent?

I need to lie down.

She needs to lie down.
Ah.

Let her sleep.

Oscar!

Was he one of the men? Oscar?

Talking in the club?

Where are you going?
Home.

I'll get you an escort.
Don't patronise me.

Arlette, please, take my card,

in case you want to talk to me again.
Tomorrow, possibly.

How long were you planning
to sit there with your coat on?

It's two in the morning.
I know.

Happy Birthday.

Oh, that's sweet.

Where did you find it?
There's nothing inside, I'm afraid.

It was my mother's. I made it
for her, when I was at school.

You made it? As in you made it?

Inspector, we're impressed.

It's for putting things in,
fairly obviously.

Special things.

Well, that's something
we don't do often enough.

Surprise each other.

Hello. Maigrets'.

Oh, hello, Janvier. Yes, of course,
I'll just get him for you.

It's Janvier.

Janvier, good morning.

I'll be right there.

Who's up there?
Dr Paul. Lognon's lying in wait,

giving a lot of nonsense
about jurisdiction.

He found the card you gave her.
Oh, of course he did.

Who's this?
This is the concierge, Maigret.

Deaf as a post. I've practically
lost my voice shouting.

I saw the girl do her turn
the other night, down at Le Picratt.

Tremendous voice, Maigret.
Great legs.

I'm taking the case.

Apparently, you are acquainted
with the corpse.

When did this happen?

About... 2.30.

She was strangled. Tried to fight
the man off, broke her arm

in the process, then her neck.

Man? Or a woman
with very big hands.

Look at the bruises.

This feels like her private space.

If the killer is a man, he was
in here without her consent.

I don't think she brought men here.

And this is a fake -
this identity card.

But it's a good one.
She spent some money on it.

Oh, my God.

Lapointe, I've got a job for you.

I want everything on people
in Paris, male or female,

calling themselves 'Countess'.

Lapointe? Hm?
I want it immediately.

Yes, Chief.

He's young.

Yep, that's blood. It's fresh,
and it's not hers.

The skin's unbroken. There's
some more on the floor, there.

There's nothing
under the fingernails.

Or on any object she might
have used as a weapon.

The killer must have been already
bleeding when he got here.

Or there was a third person
in the room.

Excuse me. Police Judiciaire.
Inspector Janvier.

This is Chief Inspector Maigret.
We'd like to talk to the owner.

Fred?

If that's his name,
that's who we'd like to see.

Could you go get him, please?

I usually let him have a lie-in.
Is it urgent?

Yes, it is. Madame...
Alfonsi.

Fred is your husband?

Now you're getting the idea.

Fred! People!

So what's up, anyway? Can I help?
Madame Alfonsi...

Oh, Rosa. Rosa.

Could we sit down?

Please.

We've come to speak to you
about Arlette.

Police.

Very careful, my darling,
what you say and don't say.

We don't want you going back
where you came from.

Right, then, folks,
who do we have here?

Chief inspector Maigret. And
Inspector Janvier. That's Maigret.

I have a licence. Everything's
in order. I pay on the nail.

Arlette's dead.

Come again? The girl you employ
under the stage name Arlette

was strangled in her bed in the early
hours of this morning.

What was her real name?

Erm, Arlette Giraud.

I mean, that's what it said
on her papers.

I understand that last night two men
sat together in one of these stalls.

Which one?

Two men, like a couple?
Not necessarily.

Two men together, no.

Arlette sat in one, mind,
with a young man.

It was before her show.
Her boyfriend? He wanted to be,

by the look of it.
Did you catch his name?

Do the girls have a dressing room?
Maybe I can take a little look at?

Did any of the customers
sleep with Arlette?

We don't do that. We're a nightclub,

not a knocking shop.

Did you? Did I what?

Yes or no?

I have a go with all the girls
when they start, it's like...

part of the training.

None of this on the premises, mind.

There's plenty of by-the-hour
places round here.

She doesn't mind. Ask her.

Ideally, not right now,
she's a bit upset.

Who else works here?

Er, some musicians,

barman, a couple of waiters,
a cook, a plongeur.

That's it. Oh, and er,
the Grasshopper.

He's a crookback,
everybody calls him Grasshopper.

He hangs around out the front
touting for business.

Nobody who works here or comes here
is known as the Countess?

Or Oscar?

I suppose we're in
for some publicity?

I suppose you are.

Generic description, worse than
useless - nice young man in a hat.

Nevertheless, we want
this boyfriend, Janvier. He is key.

Was Fred sleeping with Arlette?

All the girls get the benefit
of Fred's attention.

How does Mrs Fred feel about that?
Apparently, she doesn't mind.

The girl came to us for protection.

She told us her name was Arlette.

She spun us a line about two men
- apparently, non-existent -

plotting to murder a countess.

But what she actually wanted

was for someone to keep her safe.

And I didn't see that.

And I let her stumble out of here
in the middle of the night, drunk.

Then we'd better find the bugger
responsible. I'm who's responsible.

But I'm going to find the man
who killed her.

Yes?

We have a dead countess.

Chief. I've tracked down
all the aristos, emigres,

transvestites and lunatics
calling themselves 'Countess',

including one woman whose name
is actually Lucille Countess.

76 of these people are in Paris. 75.
Go to all the hotels and flophouses

within walking distance
of Arlette's flat.

See if anyone remembers her taking
a room. If so, who was with her.

We need this boyfriend.

What's up?

It's almost as though
killing her wasn't enough.

She clearly put up a hell of a
fight. I'll tell you something else.

Same killer?

Blood? None that I can see.
When did this happen? Last night.

Before or after the girl?
Before. Rigor's well set in.

So the killer went from here
to Arlette's.

Witnesses. Establish the routes
he could've taken

from this flat to hers. Talk to
everyone. Who's that?

Concierge. Tell her
we'll talk to her downstairs.

Come with me.

Curious. There are
objects of value here.

Glass. Porcelain. Ivory.

But no food.

No means of cooking it or eating it.

Nothing to sustain life.

Welcome to the wonderful world
of morphine.

I'll get Moers to look at these?

Gendarme found this outside.

I guess it proves what we already
know. Our killer's not a thief.

No. He came to destroy lives.

What we don't know is if he thinks
he's finished

or if he's just getting started.

No, she married the Count
before the War, a much older man.

They lived in a hotel in Nice,
the way people did.

The St Simon. Very swish. I think
that when he died she just gave up.

I mean, the way she lived here
was just frightful. Come in.

Was she ever visited
by a young woman called Arlette?

No.
Did she have many visitors?

Scarcely any. Her doctor, mainly.
When I was told what had happened

I sent for him.
He should be here any minute.

Bloch his name is.

A Jew, of course,
but perfectly pleasant.

The only other one who came
regularly was a horrid pansy,

forever flouncing
up and down the stairs.

God knows what they found to
talk about. Was he here last night?

Very likely.

Yes, yes, definitely.

What's his name, do you know?
Er, begins with an F. Frederic?

Certainly begins with an F.
What about Oscar?

Well, he's always around.

He's here right now.

Would you like to meet him?
Yes, please.

Right.

Come in.

Isn't he splendid?

He is indeed.
How did you know his name?

He is a detective.

I wish you particular luck
on this one, Maigret.

Cats.

What's he doing here?

Greetings. I'm Dr Bloch.

I know who you are.

Gentlemen.

I presume you're the police, yes?

I understand my patient has been
assaulted. How is she?

No longer in need of
your ministrations, Doctor. Oh, God.

How awful. Can I see her?

I'm afraid not. We don't want extra
fingerprints at the crime scene.

Well...

in that case I'll... Why don't you
come with us, back to my office?

Have a cup of coffee.

I don't quite understand what's
happening. Are you arresting me?

I'm merely asking you
if you want a cup of coffee, Doctor.

One thing at a time.
And don't forget your bag.

My...

Shall I tell you what I think?

I think that if we looked inside
your bag that we would find,

among the regular apparatus,

a surprising amount of morphine.

That was the basis
of your professional relationship

with the Countess, was it not?
You were her dealer.

Look, I can explain.

If a patient - all right? -
is as addicted as she was,

all one can do is regulate
the consumption,

contain the dependency.

Do you regulate and contain
a lot of your patients?

This is your one chance to answer
questions in a civilised environment.

I would urge you to concentrate.

Did you ever see a singer called
Arlette at the Club Le Picratt?

I was told she was very good.

Was she one of your patients?
I have no idea... What about Oscar?

Was he one of yours? Look,
I've never been to this rat club,

or whatever it is, I don't know
any of these people.

What about the rent boy?

Hm. Him you do know.

What's his name?
Begins with an F.

Philippe.

Philippe Martinot.
It begins with a P.

Where does he live? No idea.

Never spoke to him.

It's possible he has the room above
the Countess. But he's never there.

He spends the nights with his
clients, wherever they want to go.

There isn't a room above
the Countess. Up in the loft.

She lets the boy use it.

The concierge doesn't know.

Sir.

There's something missing.

Philippe. We have no connection
between the Countess and Arlette.

Did they have anything in common?

Why are we still talking
about Arlette?

Why can't we find out
her real name?

She didn't want us to know who
she was. Didn't want anyone to know.

She didn't want Oscar to know
where she was.

You're assuming Oscar and the
boyfriend are different people? No.

I'm merely remembering that when
she cried out his name in her sleep,

it wasn't with joy.

She was terrified.

So, we have no connection
between the murdered women,

no young man in a hat
and when Arlette was strangled

there was a third person in the room.
We can't find them, either.

Get hold of Philippe, bring him in.

I'm going to talk to those dancers.

What?

You spend the night sitting in
a club with a bunch of showgirls.

I spend the night in the cold
looking for a rent boy.

That's the chain of command.

Chief.

Mind your head.

GRASSHOPPER: Gather round,
dear friends, I want to let you in

on a little secret.

Wonderful people, you need
liberation from the dull, old grind.

You need Le Picratt,

as featured in Paris Soir!
20% discount with this card.

This gentleman,
clearly feeling wonderful.

That got his attention.
Can you help me?

Now, why would a big-time
bloodhound like you need help

from a poor little cripple like me?

Grasshopper, he sees it once,
he has its number.

He figured it
for a cop straight off.

Then it opens its mouth
and, lo, it's Maigret.

Yes. Looking for a murderer.

I was wondering
if you might have seen anything.

Is Betty on tonight?
She is indeed, my friend,

loose as a goose
and hot to trot. Nice to know.

We get all sorts. We get couples,
we get men dressed as women,

women dressed as men, priests,

old geezers playing with themselves
under the table

when the girls take their kit off.
Sleaze balls, losers and lost souls.

But murderers? No.

What about an Oscar?
He's your murderer, is he?

No, no Oscar. Any more questions,
sir? You're putting off my punters.

Just one.

How well did you know Arlette?

I was thinking about having her.

Blink all you like, but the girls
know what's good for 'em.

All I had to do was ask.
She was generous that way.

Announcing the showgirl Betty.

Chief Inspector. Welcome.

Your money's no good here tonight.

Look how the place is filling up.

You did that, putting us
in the papers.

Barman, give this gentleman whatever
he desires, and keep it coming.

What'll it be, comrade?
Armagnac. But I'll pay.

Anything else you'd like?
I'd like to speak to the girls.

And so you shall. Er, Rosa! Rosa!

Chief Inspector wants the girls.

Hey. I'm auditioning for
a replacement for Arlette tomorrow.

Probably a stripper.

You might like to come along.
You might find it instructive.

I'm Betty. This is Tania.
You wanted us.

Please.
Can't, love, I'm on in a second.

I'm gathering information
about Arlette.

About her life, her place of work.

She didn't dance, did she?

She called it dancing. All she had
to do was walk on stage,

fellas start frothing at the mouth.
You married?

Um...

Yeah, you're married.

You have that look. What's the word?

Contented?
Stricken.

Arlette had a boyfriend.
Not that I'm aware of.

His name might have been Oscar.

I suppose it might have been, dear.
I never saw him.

Poor Arly.

That wasn't her name.

It was Marie Lefevre.
Well, I never.

Hey, hey, you're on.

Girls, girls, lovely girls.
Thank you.

Tall girls, skinny girls,...
Thank you.

.. girls who are
very obviously mammals.

We got 'em.

And none of them any use to you.

Because it's just a little corpse
looking for its grave.

Betty doesn't remember a boyfriend.

Betty's a nice girl but she's
very stupid. She sees nothing.

Arlette really liked that boy,
I think.

She didn't tell me his name.
That's why I thought he was special.

To have a secret in this place
is special.

Fred doesn't like secrets?

Or is it Rosa?

Rosa's a good woman,

so you leave her alone.

She's been very good to you?
Alone.

So these people here tonight -
the regulars. Regulars...

Do you know any of them?

None of these peoples are regulars.
Oh, come on, Tania.

What about the man in the booth
behind me?

I've never seen him before
in my life, and besides, he's gone.

Ladies and gentlemen... Thank you.
.. you need music.

You need...

The man who asked about Betty.
Who is he? God knows.

He's a regular. You addressed him as
"my friend". Everybody's my friend.

He ain't a regular, he's a first-
timer. How did he know Betty's name?

People round here know the girls.

Especially since you got 'em
in the paper.

Where are you?
Arlette's flat,

where the girl was killed.
She's there, yes?

Yes.
And you're the murderer?

The blood on the floor - O-positive.

The blood on the wall - B-positive.

Arlette is B-negative.

None of this is hers.

So there's a third person in the room

and we are both bleeding.

Are you so preoccupied
with your murder

that you don't notice
someone coming in behind you?

Someone who tries to stop me.

Or just...

grabs me, stabs me,

because it's too late
to save Arlette.

I lash out in pain and I'm certain
that I've killed them, too.

But after I leave they recover.

They're still alive.

Madame Maigret,
you're a very clever woman.

But if that's what happened,
it actually makes things worse,

because Oscar's carrying a wound

and he'll want to find who did that
to him, because they've seen him.

He's got another person to kill.

Right, Arlette was not Arlette,

she was Marie Lefevre, so let's get
onto that very quickly, please.

I don't know where she was from,
but I'm guessing not Montmartre.

Also, the report from the morgue

says that the Countess's body
was covered in scars.

She was looking for veins.
Not on her back.

Some of the scars date back years
and look like cigarette burns.

Who was doing that to her? And why?

Where's Philippe? The gentleman
was in when I called round,

but he promptly did a bunk out
the window, but he won't get far.

He's a junky chasing a fix,
looking for trade.

The one photo that we have got
of him, I've given to the uniforms.

I'll find him.
Well, you won't find him here.

You want to earn yourself some cash?

Yes. You have a room?

Give me 100 metres.

I'm so sorry, I got held up.

That's all right, sunshine.
You've found me now.

Ah. This is epic.
What is?

This correspondence from Nice.

Count to Countess.

Elderly gentleman of rarefied taste
salutes his child bride.

It's really very sweet.

How did he die?
Ah. Well, not quite so romantic.

The press reports say the Count fell
from the balcony, ten floors up.

The coroner says:
a fit of dizziness.

The world says: the old boy jumped.

Why, if they were so happy?
Well, they started happy,

but ended up in hell. The second
year of marriage he started on her.

Nothing she could do was right.
Reading between the lines, I think

he was a rather
nasty piece of work.

And anyway, the note here
from the hotel manager

of the St Simon suggests
that six months after the funeral

she was broke.
Er, she cut and ran to Paris

where she fell into bad company
and paid the price.

Do we think that the Count
might've been pushed?

That is not suggested
in these documents.

Are these the earlier letters?
Yes.

Hm.
Sir, I haven't finished with those.

You'll get them back.

Lapointe. Chief. Erm, I went round
all the hotels

and nobody's let a room to Arlette.

Well, they wouldn't have.

Why's that? Because
she wasn't that sort of girl.

Lognon, just the man.

Montmartre is very much your fiefdom.

My what? Alfonsi told us
that he took Arlette to a hotel

close to the club.

Mind checking around? Show
the managers a picture of Fred.

Chief, I've already been to every
single one... You, come with me.

I had a feeling
that Arlette was significant.

I was going to marry her.
Oh, Lapointe.

We have been looking for YOU.

"Young man in a hat".

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

I did try to say.

I hadn't actually asked her yet.
I only met her three times,

but that can be enough, can't it?

Yes, that can be enough.

The first time we met
it was professional, you know?

I was just a punter,
buying the Champagne.

But the third time...

the last time..

we connected.

We really connected.
What did you talk about?

Arlette didn't want
to talk about herself.

She said,
"Just like me as I am now."

I told her I'd have liked her
as she was then,

but she said, "No, you wouldn't."

She was, um, born in a town
called Lisieux.

Her aunt makes frocks,

I think. She said nothing
about life at the club?

Only that Alfonsi's wife
had been kind to her.

She was kind
to all the girls.

You were there last night
with Arlette?

Earlier in the evening I was, but
I couldn't stay for her first set,

so she must've gone straight from
the club to the Quai. To you.

Did you see anyone who could
have been an Oscar?

I only saw her, Chief.
That place could've been filled

with dope-crazed axe murderers,
I wouldn't have noticed.

Marie Lefevre. Does that name
mean anything to you?

Anything else
in that last conversation? Think.

Arlette had this brooch.

It was an emerald, very classy.

I asked her, "Where did you get it?"
She said, "It was given me,

in Nice."

Then she clammed up. Nice.

Go to the Hotel St Simon and get
a list of every member of staff

who's moved on since the Count died,
where they've gone and why.

Chief. Chief?

Hm?
Are you getting rid of me?

No, I'm sending you
to the heart of the case.

That's how Arlette and the Countess
are connected.

Same time, same city, same hotel.
It's the link. Dig it out.

Where are YOU going?

Madame Dussardier? My name is
Maigret. Police Judiciaire in Paris.

Please come in.

The first duty of a lady is gaiety.

She must be able and willing
to sing, dance, play the piano.

In her conversation,
she must scintillate.

That is what I was taught.

What I was not taught
was how to sew.

It was not appropriate.

And yet here I am,

taking business into my own house.

A seamstress.

I saw the paper yesterday and
recognised the girl as my niece.

You won't find her mother here,
by the way. She's long gone.

She disowned the girl the day
she was thrown out of the convent.

For what offence?
The same offence.

Committed again and again

with the most deplorable men
of the town.

Some people are born bad.

I'm not sure I believe that.

The autopsy revealed Marie had given
birth when she was much younger.

Possibly as young as 13.

The whole of Lisieux
was paralysed with dread.

Who was the father?
It could have been anybody.

Thirteen.

Poor child.

Poor child? I don't think so.

She knew what she was at.

What happened to the baby?

It was born dead.

I learned this...

from my husband.

You see,... he thought
the child might be his.

He tracked the girl all the way
to the Riviera. He found her,

working as a chambermaid
in some hotel.

The St Simon? The name of the hotel
was not a detail that concerned me.

But my husband was right -

he was the father of the child.

I'm afraid it'll be necessary
for me to speak to him.

Then you'll need to have friends
in the highest of high places.

My husband hanged himself.

The girl's enchantment
lay all over him, you see.

It lay all over
every man she ever met.

That was her curse.

The Countess,

Arlette,

niece.

Could you move those?
Sorry.

Did you really burn
all my letters to you?

You'd made me very, very cross.
I was on a case.

I was waiting in church,
standing like a lemon.

It was a rehearsal. It's not that I
missed the actual wedding. Please.

Let's not dredge this all up again.
I'm just saying it was unfortunate.

That's the thing.
What's the thing?

At the heart of this case
is a man who feels aggrieved.

Could I ask you to do something,
just for ten minutes,

just while I have you here?
Stop worrying about your murderer.

Eat.

That's the key.

I'm really sorry.

Roll up your sleeves.

No. Do as you're told, you filthy
little fairy. That's enough.

Why won't you let us see your arms?

The evidence of what illegal
activity would become apparent?

You have your addiction
and I have mine.

An addiction you shared with
your countess, who was murdered.

The only interesting question is:

were you there when she was murdered?

I know for a fact that you were,
Philippe.

That's why you ran away.

How did you know?
Oh, I didn't. But I do now.

So that's your problem, isn't it?

He killed her,

but he didn't quite kill you.

And now you're scared.

I'd like a lawyer, please.

I'm sure you would. You probably know
a few lawyers, in your line of work.

But I wouldn't rely
on these professional people

to rally to your cause.

Take Dr Bloch, for instance.
He gave you up

like that.

I don't think you need a lawyer,
Philippe.

What you need is a hit.

Isn't that right?

Your eyeballs are itching,
your skin's on fire.

Your brain is crawling with wasps.
All you're thinking is,

"Give me morphine."

Well, I can't,

but what I can do
is to set you free.

Tell me what I need to know,
Philippe, and you can leave

and Janvier here will have to find
someone else to terrorise.

Marie Lefevre. Also known as Arlette.

Have you ever heard that name?

I'm telling you nothing.

You really are very frightened,
aren't you? Nothing.

Slacking again?
Everything I do...

Everything you do what?

Defile it with your filthy hands.

You still got a headache, darling?
Everything.

You know what's good for you,
don't you?

Hm?

A bit of bed.
I'm not tired.

Who's talking about tired?
If you hit me, I'll scream.

I'll...
Well, don't do that,

because then I might get a headache.

Oh! Stop! Stop!

Don't! Leave her.

That man...

is a shit.

No, no, no, no.
You should take this and rip...

Tania, put it down. Tania,
you're forgetting yourself. Enough.

Fred took me in. Like I took you in.
I've done some bad things

in my time and he's never asked
questions, never passed judgement.

What I have now, it's not much
of a life, but what there is

I owe to him.

Do you understand?

You watch yourself, girl,
we don't want you back in prison.

You're a slave.

No, Tania, I'm a wife.

Now, clear that up, please.

Oh, for God's sake.

What's this?

The, er, person being
interviewed fell over, sir.

Isn't that right?

Well, I don't want him
falling over again. Is that clear?

He's a human being, Janvier.

Madras cotton. Lovely.

Thank you. I'll wash it for you.

Philippe, the man
who killed your friend

has also killed a young woman
and I think he might kill again.

It's really starting to bite, now,
isn't it?

You need to get out of this place.

But you have a crucial piece
of information that I know

you're scared to part with.
But I need it.

You saw Oscar.

You saw his face.

Help me catch this man, Philippe.

Tell me what he looked like.

No. No. No.

I can't.

Chief.

This is a list of the surviving
pre-war staff

from the St Simon in Nice.

17 names, but two
which might be of interest:

Nathalie Moncoeur, housekeeper.
She now lives just round the corner.

And Oscar Bonvoison,
who's a chauffeur.

Whereabouts unknown.

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Quand On N'a Que L'Amour

♪ Quand on n'a que I'amour

♪ A s'offrir en partage

♪ Au jour du grand voyage

♪ Qu'est notre grand amour

♪ Quand on n'a que I'amour...

This way, sir.

♪ Pour qu'eclatent de joie

♪ Chaque heure et chaque jour

♪ Quand on n'a que I'amour

♪ Pour vivre nos promesses

♪ Sans nulle autre richesse...
Nathalie Moncoeur?

Sorry? My name's Maigret.

Sorry, lover, I can't hear a word.

♪ De merveilles

♪ Et couvrir de soleil... ♪

Police Judiciaire.

I was wondering if I could ask
a few questions? Am I in trouble?

Not in the least.

I wanted to ask you about your time
in Nice, before the war,

working at the hotel St Simon.
That's going back a bit.

Indeed. I need information about some
people who were permanent residents:

the Count and Countess von Farnheim.

Oh, yes. Horrible old man, he was.
Beastly to his wife.

He died, didn't he?
He did.

She ran off somewhere.
She came here, in fact. To Paris.

Did she? I never knew that.

What's she been up to?

I also want to ask you
about another member of staff.

He was employed as a chauffeur.

Oscar Bonvoison.
That's him.

We're trying to trace Oscar and are
having trouble tracking him down.

I was hoping you may be able to give
me a physical description of him.

You mean, what did he look like?
Hm.

No. Sorry.

Why not, may I ask?

Didn't you notice, love?

I'm blind.

You're thinking,
"I don't know how she does it;

she must get burned all the time."

The answer is I do get burned
now and then, but I put up with it,

and I do the job by sonar.

Sonar?
Yeah. Like they have in submarines.

I tell where things are
in the room by how they sound.

It's why I have the wireless on.
The music bounces around, guides me.

So you would have known Oscar
by his voice? I did.

It's funny. I thought I heard him
arguing in the market the other day.

It wasn't him, was it?
Would it worry you if it were?

After what he did to Marie Lefevre,
yes. What did he do to her?

He turned her into a whore.

Every hotel, there's a fella that
a man can ask if he wants a woman.

A fella who knows.

At the St Simon it was Oscar.
He was well-placed, you see.

He'd drive the hotel Bentley to
the station to collect the guest.

The guest says, "I've heard
you can get me a girl."

"For the right price," says Oscar,

"I can get you a girl
like you've never had."

God...

He worked Marie into the ground.

Proper bastard, he was.

He must've had a hold over her
and the Countess.

They were close, those two.

They left the hotel the same day.

Guest and chambermaid together?

It was Oscar, wasn't it?

He's followed them.

He's here.

Chief?

I'm going to release Philippe.

Right. I see. May I ask why?
He's down there refusing -

We follow him.

Oscar thinks he's killed Philippe.

He'll be surprised
to learn he didn't.

He'll want to finish the job off.
Goodness knows what he wants.

But he's watching us and we've got
to be very, very careful.

You can't just throw me out.
He'll kill me!

He may try, Philippe...
Oh, my God.

.. but he won't succeed, because
wherever you go we will go.

You won't see us, Oscar won't see us,
but we'll be there.

You know, Countess couldn't talk
about him when she was straight.

When she was high...

"The day Oscar finds me," she said,

"he'll cut me
into tiny bloody shreds!"

I'm going to take care of you,
Philippe.

I'm going to put my most dependable
officer in charge of you.

He will be personally responsible
for your safety at all times.

Sir.

There are places out there
that your boy, Lapointe,

doesn't know about,
innocent little lamb that he is.

There's a particularly salubrious
joint in Anvers.

I showed the manageress a picture
of Arlette. She says, "Oh, yes.

Regular guest, but I don't think
she was on the game.

She seems to burn through men."
So I show her the picture of Fred.

"Recognise him?" "Course,"
she says, "That's Freddy Alfonsi

from the Picratt. No, no. The girl
never came here with him."

OK. Call me if you need to know more
about my, er,... What was it?

Fiefdom.
Fiefdom.

Philippe Martinot is still alive.

Is that code or something?
No, it's valuable information.

Not to me it ain't. Never heard
of him. Valuable to Oscar.

Who you met with me right here.

Valuable to Oscar and...

if you pass it on,

valuable...

to you.

If you're so keen
to catch the bastard,

what are you doing
hanging around here?

Because I have to be here, if, as you
say, I'm going to catch the bastard.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's that that time
of the evening when...

and let me tell you we have
a fabulous collection of...

One and push and one
and grind and shaky, shaky, shaky.

One and push and one and grind
and no, no.

Watch and learn.

Inspector.

I told you to come, and you did.
This is, er, Jacqueline.

Genevieve. Genevieve. She's going
to show you what she can do.

All right. Five, six, seven, eight.
One, two and one...

OK, OK, that's enough. We need Rosa
on the case. Rosa!

Come and have a seat, darling,
we'll have another bash in a minute.

So...

how goes the thrilling world
of crime, eh?

Sante.

Ah...

Why did you lie to me, Fred?

OK. Nitty-gritty.
What exactly did I lie about?

You said you slept with Arlette,
but you didn't.

I'm sure you wanted to, very much.

And she might have complied.

But you didn't want her to comply,
did you?

You wanted her to want you.

I loved her.

I loved her so much.

If she'd agreed to come away
with me, I would've gone.

Bosh.

Goodbye to all this crap.

Come away with you?

When she'd been at the pastis
she'd start to weep.

I didn't know
what she was running away from,

but Rosa never tells that stuff,
and I never ask.

I don't care what she'd done.

I'd have married her.

Yeah?

Don't tell her, Maigret.

Please.

What's up?
I think your husband needs you.

And so I do, my angel.

I need you to sprinkle
a little bit of stardust.

OK. Come on, sweetheart.

Let's try again.

I promise, I'll work harder.

The stress is just...

I'll do anything now.

Just... give me some.

Mr Maigret, telephone.

OK, right, turn around, sweetheart.

And tits, hips...

Maigret. He's hooked up with the good
Dr Bloch at a cafe in Guy Moquet.

Pretending to be strangers,
they're having a right old chat.

'My guess is Philippe's telling him
everything's fine. '

He's got a ticket to buy drugs,
but Bloch's not having it.

He thinks it's a sting.

Yep. There he goes.

Forget Bloch. Stick as close
to Philippe as you possibly can.

Finish.

You want me to sit on his lap
as well?

"Human being, Janvier, human being."

And saunter off
like you own the place.

Saunter, dear, not march!

I know! That's the best I can do in
the time available. We have to open.

Every minute we're apart
is like a dagger to my heart.

Come on, darling.
Ooh!

Fred's not the man you're looking
for, you know. He's not a killer.

I think I'd have
known by now if he were.

As it happens, I agree.

But I think you know
who killed Arlette.

Were you there?

Sorry, I'm finding it hard to keep
track of this. Am I the killer now?

Tania warned me to leave you alone.
Look, every one of my girls

has something to hide.

They're on the run, they're lost,
they're afraid.

The Grasshopper finds them on
the street and sends them to me.

Because he's a good and moral person?

The Grasshopper has no morality.
He does it for cash.

I was told you were kind to Arlette,
that you are kind to all the girls

who pass through your hands.
The girls come, if it's possible,

I give them a job. That's all.

A place of safety.

Hm. Where they're molested
by your husband.

I can't protect them
from everything.

How about the Countess?

I could do nothing for her. I could
see she was lost to the drugs.

When they first arrived in Paris
I told Marie,

"Whatever binds you to the Countess,
let it go." And she did.

She was a good girl.

Just find him, Maigret,

for all our sakes.

Maigret. I'm sorry, Chief.
I've lost him.

Oh. Philippe did a runner
between Guy Moquet and Brochant.

Janvier says he's heading east.
Hm.

If you ask me, it's a bluff.

He'll double back on himself
to the Bois de Boulogne.

That's his office, that's where
he'll feel safe. I agree.

Redirect everybody.
Hm...

Lognon?

Lognon?
Hm?

Let's get to him before Oscar does.

Hey, you, need a friend? No, no.
To keep you warm?

Philippe.

I can't.
We've missed you.

Oh, look at that. Philippe.

Club Le Picratt.
Your mother wouldn't like it,

but your mother's in bed.

20% discount with this card.

You, sir. Can we lift your spirits?

We can do wonders. Miracles.

We've been known to raise the dead.

The rent boy?

No. No.

Oh.

I've been driving up and down this
bloody road for half an hour. Sorry.

It took me forever to shift him.
I had to jump

some horrid little window in a bog.

I told you they gave me permission
to score tonight, didn't I?

You do have the dope, yes?

In my bag.

But first we're going
to find somewhere quiet,

where you can say thank you to me.

Stop that! Stop that!

Jesus. You're having
a psychotic episode.

It's the morphine, get over it!

Take me home with you,
take me home with you.

I can't, I can't,
I can't do this any more!

Get out of the bloody car. Out!

I'm telling.
You little shit.

Argh!

I see you, Doctor, I see you!

It's OK. It's all right, kid.
It's all right, you're safe.

I've found you now.

'Maigret. ' Chief,
I think I have something.

'A fella called the switchboard
just now. ' Go on.

He says he knows Oscar Bonvoison.

Did he give his name?
'No, but he knows where he lives.

Sir?'
I'm listening.

Rue Pouchet. Number 264A.

'That's here in Paris. Now, it could
be a lie but it's worth a punt. '

Shall I come and pick you up?
No, I'll get a cab.

Taxi.

Rue Pouchet. Fast as you can.

Enjoy the rest of your evening, sir.

Ta.

Unlucky, Maigret. We sell
to the highest bidder.

It's definitely down here somewhere.

Excuse me.

264,

265.

264A must be down that alley
somewhere.

Shall I wait for you?

No. It's too cold to hang about.

You go home to your family.

It's not my family, Maigret.
The photos came with the cab.

Hey! Hey!

Oh, God, you made me...

Are you coming to bed, or what?

Can I talk to you without
you losing your temper? Dunno.

Let's see. I can't promise.

I think we have to stop.

Who's the 'we' in that sentence
and what are we supposed to stop?

You and me
and everything here.

I think we should leave Paris
and start again somewhere else.

If you're in trouble, my angel,
I'm sorry to hear it,

but there is no question
of us giving up this club.

So that's one less thing
for you to worry about.

Stop! Stop! Police!

Can you take me to Montmartre?

Maigret.

Where's Rosa?

Is she dead?
No.

She will be in a minute, though,

because I'm going to kill her

and you're going to watch me do it.

Then I kill myself.

And you watch that, too.

Ha-ha! Oh, poor Maigret,

running about after, er,

whatshisname, the rent boy. That
was a waste of time, wasn't it?

Stop moving!

I'd just like to get a few things
straight.

I'd like to talk about Marie.

She turned up at the Hotel St Simon,
looking for work.

Just a child.

She was taken on as chambermaid
on the tenth floor.

Then she saw at first hand
the Count's cruelty to his wife.

Ah. And then, one day,
the Countess cracked

and she threw the Count
over the balcony. Ah.

She got him halfway over, but he
fought back, see? She needed help.

From Marie.

Together, they pitched
the old bastard over the rail.

And you saw them both do it.

I'm disappointed.

I thought I was in pursuit
of a fascinatingly complex,

sexually deranged psychopath,

when, in fact,
you're just a blackmailer. Oh.

Also a pimp. Let's not forget that.

No, let's not forget that.

Marie serviced your clients

and the Countess paid you money

so that you'd keep quiet

and when the money ran out,
she fled to Paris,

taking Marie with her.

She gave Marie a new name,
new identity.

Hid her from me.

Didn't you? Rosa was
at Marie's flat, wasn't she?

You bitch.
Protecting her to the end.

And you attacked her, too.

Be fair.

She's just stuck a knife in me.

Even you might have lost your rag.

You've got a bit of a problem
with temper, Oscar.

I've also got a problem with
septicaemia, but let's not quibble.

I've worked so bloody hard, Maigret.

By rights, my last few years
should've been comfortable.

You turned a damaged child
into a prostitute

so that you could be comfortable?

You are beyond contempt.

Beyond redemption. Beyond mercy.

Why didn't you come to me after Oscar
killed Arlette?

Because you'd have found
out about all the others.

The other women whose lives
you saved?

Do you think I'd pursue them
after all they've suffered.

I wouldn't do that.
I wanted to...

to go on helping people like that.

People like me.

Like Arlette.

It's the only meaningful thing
I've ever done.

Arlette wouldn't have gone back
to Oscar, would she?

No.

Nothing would have made her go back.

Because of you.

That's why he killed her.

You're up. Do you want
to talk to me about it?

Not immediately.

Things have been a bit hectic.

One pipe, and I'll come to bed.

What are these?

These are my letters.

I was angry, but I wasn't a fool.

And I can't think of anything
more precious to put in there.