Original subtitles

MAN: Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be starting our descent into Jersey shortly.

The weather there is a little hazy.

Possibility of thundery showers later. Temperature 2 1 degrees centigrade -

that's 70 degrees Fahrenheit.

Hope you've enjoyed your flight and that those of you just starting your holiday

will enjoy your stay on the island. Thank you.

Mais c'est tout.

Il ne y'a pas le temps pour un petit sourire ni pas une tasse de café.

- Volez-vous souvent par cette route? - Je suis parti pour un petit temps.

Vous n'avez pas perdu votre langue.

- Oh, excuse me. - Oh, so sorry.

Thanks. Nice to see you again, sir. Been quite a few months, hasn't it?

- You've got a good memory. - Last time you were aboard,

we were flying the other way.

You chatted me up.

You were sitting beside me as we landed.

- You actually do remember me! - Of course.

Got rid of your crutches now, I see.

WOMAN: Ladies and gentlemen, very shortly now we shall be landing in Jersey...

That's mine.

- This is yours. - Oh, I'm sorry.

...that the centre-aisle rest is down and your seat belt is securely fastened.

The table in front of you should be stowed. No further smoking, please,

until you are inside the terminal building. Thank you!

MAN: E4, this is Jersey approach.

- Hold position. You're clear to land. - Thank you, Jersey. E4 holding.

Continue approach.

Continue approach.

Emergency, emergency! E4, climb immediately to 5,000 feet.

Turn right, sou'-south-west.

(SIREN WAILS)

- Keep your distance now. - What the hell's going on here?

It's you, Jim! Didn't realise they had you back on duty.

- Some crazy fool stealing a plane. - Almost caused a bloody disaster.

It was happening before anybody knew it. Airline pilot's a real hero.

- Who was driving, then? - Don't you know?

- No, I've just come in on the jet. - It was one of your lot,

trying to stop him. Draycott.

- Tom Draycott? - Afraid so.

- Is it bad? - Touch and go.

- Who are you? - How's Draycott?

He didn't stand a chance.

- It's Sergeant Bergerac, isn't it? - Did he talk?

Did he say anything?

Don't be silly.

Half his face was burned.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes?

WOMAN: There aren't any servants here. At least say, ''Yes, Juniper''!

- I'm just going out. - Yes, Juniper, what is it?

Something I heard on TVa moment ago.

They say there's some trouble at the airport. I thought you ought to know.

I'll come up to the house.

The man who came to see you yesterday. The one you kept all to yourself...

- What about him? - Well...

either you're too ashamed of me to let me meet him

or you're too ashamed of him. But it seems he's been up to no good.

Like you, my darling.

- It was highly confidential business. - (SHE LAUGHS)

- Too private for your office? - Yes.

Like you.

Now, what did you hear on television?

He stole the plane.

Well, it sounded like him from the description.

A big man with red hair, about...40.

They say the policeman who tried to stop him is dead.

Where are you going?

To the club. I've got a rehearsal for tonight's show.

If they ever connect him with me, I'm in trouble.

So, listen - he never came here, I never saw him...and you never saw him.

(cHUcKLING) You know something, tiger? I may be black, but you're the shady one.

- (ENGINE STARTS) - Bye!

(ENGINE MOMENTARILY JUDDERS)

Any news from air traffic?

Nothing yet.

The plane's owner?

They haven't contacted him yet. They think he may be abroad.

The Senator's phoned twice.

Yes, well, put him on to the chief. It's his pigeon.

That's a bloody irony. The plane was ten minutes late.

Yeah, you'd have probably run into poor Tom before he chased the bastard.

- Right. Who's on the case? - Barney crozier.

You'll find him at that end of the building.

- In the Bureau des Étrangers. - The what?

It's new. It's anything to do with outsiders - offshore company people,

tourists, foreign labour, conference visitors and the immigrants in residence.

Our big-name tax exiles and all the millionaires.

- You know, like your father-in-law. - Ex-father-in-law.

Divorce came through while I was in hospital.

- cheered me up no end, that did! See you. - See ya!

MAN: Tom was attached to us. It was a hell of a shock.

Jim, come in.

(INAUDIBLE)

Right, Jim.

I'd like to work on this one with you, Barney.

I have to speak to the chief first.

- You belong to the squad. - They've done without me for long enough.

One investigation's not gonna matter.

Everyone's pleased to see you back, Jim,

but I think you should have remained at the airport as a witness.

I was just a passenger, like everybody else.

Hardly correct, either, barging into the hospital like that.

What are you talking about? Tom was a friend, Sergeant crozier.

Inspector, Jim - since last month.

congratulations.

What was Tom working on when he died?

He had one or two routine jobs in hand.

Nothing that should have led him to the airport

and that stunt - that's what we don't understand yet.

- And the bloke he chased? - Still in the dark there.

- Nothing in Tom's notebook? - It was in his pocket, it got charred.

He was haphazard, like you, Jim.

Bit of one inquiry here, bit of another there.

Too fond of solo work without keeping people posted.

Any reports on the plane?

Not so far. The cherokee belongs to a stud farmer.

He's away buying horses in Australia.

We don't even know how much fuel there was in the tanks.

(KNOcK ON DOOR)

Excuse me. The chief wants to see you straightaway.

Right. You'd better clear a desk for me...Inspector.

(HORN HONKS)

(BIRD cAWS)

- I'm afraid I have some bad news. - BERGERAc: Yeah, I know about Tom.

- I was there when it happened. - Yes.

But it's not got to do with that. It concerns you and your re-employment.

Re-employment?

Yes. Your latest medical report was forwarded a week ago.

You'll be checked over by our own board,

but the police surgeon has already studied the file.

What are you saying?

It's what this says, Jim. It says you aren't fit enough to stay with the force.

- They never told me that. - No, they never do.

Just leave the dirty work to people like me.

Apparently, despite all the efforts - yours and theirs -

your medical grade remains far below police requirements.

The report lists permanent disabilities -

unstable fractures, severed tendons, certain nerves beyond repair.

Do I look like a cripple?

There are the X-rays.

You promised me my job back.

I was a hero. Do you remember?

I'm sorry, Jim.

Yeah, that's what the Met said to that boy who had his hand blown off.

And his commissioner told him not to worry about a thing.

You'd be a risk to yourself as much as to others.

Aren't we in the business of taking risks?

I have got to go by what the doctors say.

- The Senate and the committee concur. - Oh, they concur, do they(?)

You're not making this easy for me, Jim.

How the hell do I make it easy for you?

You give me the chop and you expect me to walk through the door with a smile?

- Look, Jim... - I'll appeal!

Through the Federation.

That is your right, of course. Until then, you'll remain on sick leave on full pay.

Now, are you sure I can't get you a drink?

Yes.

And if you're worried about that particular complaint,

it looks as though it might be under control, and that's the truth.

Good. In case you think the booze had anything to do with this decision,

let me assure you it didn't.

Jim!

- I could fix some civv job. - Oh, come on!

...Whosoever liveth and believeth in him shall not die eternally.

Who also hath taught us by his holy apostle Saint Paul

not to be sorry, as men without hope, for them that sleep in him.

We meekly beseech thee, O Father,

to raise us from the death of sin unto the life of righteousness,

that when we shall depart this life,

we may rest in him, as our hope is this our brother doth,

and that at the general resurrection in the last day,

we may be found acceptable in thy sight and receive that blessing,

which thy well-beloved Son shall then pronounce

to all that love and fear thee, saying,

come, ye blessed children of my Father,

receive the kingdom prepared for you from the beginning of the world.

Grant this, we beseech thee, O merciful Father,

through Jesus christ, our mediator and redeemer. Amen.

The grace of our Lord Jesus christ,

the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Ghost

be with us all for evermore. Amen.

Tom wrote to me. He told me he was engaged.

He told me a lot about you... about how you were hurt.

I was lucky.

- Have you taken over the investigation? - Not quite.

Seems I've come to a full stop.

They asked me a lot of questions, but I wasn't much help.

Nobody should die like that without a reason.

What difference would it make? It won't bring him back.

You sure there's nothing he said

that would tell me who he was after at the airport?

He never talked much to me about his cases.

And I never asked, because I was always afraid for him.

Where are you from?

- The tourist office. - No, I mean the place. Where?

- I mean, you're obviously not from here. - cherbourg.

I nearly became a Jersey resident.

Anything I can do?

I'm all right.

I'll just go back to work and smile at the tourists.

MAN: Hello again!

You were beside us on the plane.

- MAN: Enjoying your holiday? - I'm local.

Enjoying yours?

- Our daughter's very ill in hospital. - Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

WOMAN: Mary was here as an au pair.

She's been knocked down and nearly killed by a car.

Hit and run.

They found the car, of course, but not the driver.

Fat lot of use the police have been.

We were supposed to have been met at the airport.

- BERGERAc: Have you read that paper? - Why?

Who was meeting you? Was it Detective constable Draycott?

WOMAN OVER PA: Calling Dr Le Mesurer...

I never saw the car.

Well, I heard it, but it came round the bend on the wrong side.

- Took it too wide. - At Rozel?

On my afternoon off.

I'd been for a walk, see, and I was on my way home, walking down the hill...

Do you have to ask her all these questions again?

Just a couple more.

Mary, were you conscious when the driver came back to have a look at you?

Only just.

He had brown suede shoes. That was all I saw of him.

And he was muttering. I remember thinking how strange he sounded.

- What do you mean? Foreign? - No.

He said something like, ''Good God,'' with a heavy accent.

- But in English? - Yes.

I just don't understand it.

What?

- That dishy-looking fella. - Who?

Not bothering to meet my mum and dad like he promised.

constable Draycott.

Too busy, was he?

You just tell him off for me, will you?

Ah, yes. Yes, Mr Gurney.

The question is the quantity.

And when.

(INAUDIBLE)

Thank you.

- Your change. - No, no.

(cHILDREN SHOUT)

Kim!

- Kim! - Dad!

I thought when you got changed, we could go to the zoo.

can it be the corbiére Lighthouse instead?

Yeah, all right.

- We'll have to ask Mummy first, though. - Oh, right.

Have they made you all better? You don't have to go away again?

No. No, of course not.

I know you're divorced now.

- Oh, you do, do you? - Mummy told me...

last time we came back from visiting you in hospital.

I cried a lot.

- So did I when you and your mum left. - But you don't love her any more.

I love you.

I don't like it so much living at Granddad's.

Well, I'll find somewhere else, then you can come and stay.

- No. - KIM: Oh, why not?

Lucy corlett's expecting you for tea.

Go and get out of your school things. We're late as it is.

All right. Have to make it tomorrow.

If it's convenient?

I think so. Go on, now, Kim.

Hurry!

Golfing while they throw the buns about, are you?

The corletts live next to the course. You should have phoned.

It was meant to be a surprise...for her.

Yes, well, we must work things out in future.

I am trying.

How are you doing, Deb?

Fine, thank you. And you?

Never better. You settling down all right?

What do you mean, ''settling down''? This is my home!

I never wanted to leave it in the first place!

Leave the fleshpots, you mean.

Some call it comfort and stability.

You don't get much of that on a policeman's pay -

especially one who drank half of it!

Maybe because you couldn't let this lifestyle go and it didn't suit me.

Didn't suit your weakness for alcohol! Face it!

I am facing it. Look, the reason I came...

Your things are in the garage, in your old car.

Pity you never looked at my daughter like that, Jim.

Hello, charlie.

What are you digging out there? A second swimming pool, is it?

close. A fallout shelter. Every home should have one.

For the man who has everything.

You could have had some of it... played it right.

What, a copper go into business

with a bent scrap merchant? You must be joking!

Demolition, Jim. Demolition and scrap.

A business running itself across the channel legitimately.

So I hope you haven't come to arrest me, Officer.

- You got a licence to drive that thing? - Listen, son,

I were driving bigger shovels than that when you were playing with toy handcuffs.

Yeah. Even then I had a sense of vocation.

A bit of real sense, Sergeant, is what you've not got.

You think it's a crime to be rich.

Well, it's not.

Anybody else would have crossed the great divide, but you couldn't,

and what did you get?

You got your leg caught and mangled by filthy druggies and you lost Deborah.

Take it easy, charlie.

Yeah. Well, you take it easy too, Jim, eh? Welcome back.

Jim!

I don't believe it!

Just let me test you. I'm gonna say something rude.

Va au lit, je préfére. c'est à l'homme que je pense.

Ton bonhomme t'aime...

Oh, you haven't changed a bit, have you?!

You...glittering trollop!

Well, they don't call me Diamante Lil for nothing!

WOMAN: Oh, Gulliver, look who it is.

- Jim! My old mate! How are you? - I'm all right, all right.

This calls for a real celebration! A bottle of bubbly.

- BERGERAc: No, thanks. Not for me. - It's on the house!

All I want is something soft to drink, all right?

- All right. - It's really good to see you.

- We any further ahead than the reporters? - Not much.

So the mystery man got clean away, did he?

- Unless he's at the bottom of the sea. - Anybody checked the aero clubs?

Why?

Well, could be a local villain with pilot experience.

Unlikely.

How about recent island robberies?

He's holding something he thinks has cooled down, hence he scarpers.

You're forgetting customs at the other end if he'd joined the London flight.

come on! Plenty of people take a chance on the green exit.

All it requires is a bit of nerve.

Well, his nerve broke when he saw Draycott.

And we'll probably never know what it was.

You're not telling me you're easing off already, are you?

There's bound to be a lead around somewhere.

If there is, you'll read about it, Sergeant.

Oh, Barney, you wouldn't pull rank on me.

Would you?

Yours is virtually a courtesy title, from what I gather.

MAN: ...Until I met the psychiatrist with whom I now co-habit.

That's my life history.

I used to booze it up. So, what's amusing about yours?

Well, right now, it's thoroughly unamusing.

- Looks like I could be out of a job. - Oh, dear.

- You been dry long? - Three months.

How's it going?

- Well, I haven't had a drink today. - Oh!

- How about you? - Oh, same here.

You won't mind my saying this, but... I know who you are.

I don't mind. It doesn't worry me, not among friends.

Two years ago, I was mugged and robbed. You caught the guilty party.

- We all met in court. - I remember you.

That poor young policeman who assisted you, he was buried today.

Is that why you're here? can you talk about it?

He was a good friend...

and I want to know why he died.

All I know is he was after a man who'd knocked somebody down

and abandoned a hire car.

That man who took off in the plane?

That would fit, except for one thing.

When he came to Jersey, he hired the car at the airport -

using a phoney name, admittedly - but why, knowing he was being hunted,

would he go back to the airport where he'd be recognised?

Disguise?

But he couldn't have had plastic surgery, not in 48 hours.

And he wasn't the man who hired the car.

You know, Jim, when... when I first came to AA meetings,

I used to feel, stupidly, ashamed, and I used to disguise myself.

Well, I mean, coat collar turned up, muffler over half my face,

- unfamiliar hat. - I know the feeling.

Suppose that man came to Jersey in disguise

and then he tried to get off the island as himself?

- Nothing was found in the car? - Nothing. No prints, nothing.

Well, perhaps you ought to look round where it was abandoned. Another cuppa?

...You already know all that.

I'm just rechecking. could you give us his description again, please?

Tall, pasty sort of face.

The sort of face that goes with red hair?

I don't know, he had a hat on. One of those fawn things.

Like the Yanks.

- Did he have an American accent? - No, it was just a growl.

- could have been covering it up. - Like his red hair. How about his eyes?

Dark glasses. He was wearing a brown leather coat - expensive.

Don't happen to know where the car turned up, do you?

- You told us. - I've got a terrible memory.

The manager knows.

- What's the problem? - Oh, it's you.

We had a coach waiting for 30 Japanese delegates to a conference.

They got a plane to Guernsey instead. It'll take hours to rescue them.

Fancy a drive?

Where are we going?

Sorel Point.

I want to have a good look round where that car was abandoned. You can help me.

The turning should be along here somewhere.

There.

(cAR HORN BLARES)

(MUSIc PLAYS ON cAR STEREO)

- Anything? - No.

I told you before, what's the use?

You're an obsessional man.

Yeah. Makes it tricky as a human being but good as a policeman, Francine.

I'm called Frankie.

Is that why your marriage failed - because you're a policeman?

Partly. Also partly because I drank too much...

and I married a millionaire's daughter. Not necessarily in that order.

Do I know them?

charlie Hungerford and all who swim in his heated pool.

Yes, I know them.

- I've painted his portrait. - charlie's?

For his 60th birthday last month.

His daughter commissioned me.

That's my other life. Not quite an obsession, but tourism is just a job.

I came here to paint.

There are lots of people in Jersey who want portraits.

Oh, yeah. Above all else.

They all want to go down in posterity... without having paid too much.

Like Mr Hungerford?

He's very rich.

From knocking things down.

I don't know who caused more damage in England - him or Adolf Hitler.

come on. Let's get searching again.

Jim!

Stolen driving licence,

airline ticket in the same name as he flew into Jersey with,

- so he couldn't use it again. - And I found this.

Leon Bloom, Hatmaker, Johannesburg. Made in South Africa.

That could explain the accent.

- What? - Look.

''V&A, 2.45.''

- Shouldn't you tell the Bureau? - And let crozier take all the credit?

V&A.

Victoria and Albert Museum?

- Why have that stuck in your hat band? - Well,

it sounds as if it's the same man Tom was trying to arrest.

- Yeah, but how did he recognise him? - I don't know.

- Maybe he knew him from London. - London? Why London?

- He was a bobby over there, wasn't he? - Yeah, a long time ago.

Hey, wait a minute. He was on embassy duty.

- The South African embassy. - That is right!

(PHONE RINGS)

Bureau des Étrangers.

Hello, charlotte? It's Jim Bergerac.

call me Fred. Listen, I'll buy you a lobster supper if you'll do me a favour.

For lobster, you get all my favours, Fred.

- What do you want? - Firstly, any news on the missing plane?

Well, Freddy, it's not been found yet,

but we've been on to the maintenance engineer,

and he says there wasn't enough fuel in the tanks

for it to stay airborne more than 1 5 minutes.

- 1 5? - That's right, 1 -5.

Right. Listen, could you rustle me up a contact for the aero club, please?

0f course.

And lastly, could you get in touch with London, Special Branch?

It's only a description, but the man I want is a South African.

- Go ahead. - Tall, red hair, around 40.

He may have worked for the South African embassy in the mid '70s.

Thanks, charlotte. Bye.

- Found a room to rent yet, Jim? - I'm trying.

But you make me too comfortable here, Lil.

You know you can stay as long as you like.

You be careful. The chef will start getting violent again!

You know me - the more the merrier. She's very nice, though.

- Have you nowhere to stay? - You know what it's like in Jersey.

Something will turn up, though.

I rent a place as a studio. It's an old farmhouse.

Nothing remarkable, except it has a vineyard.

A what?

A vineyard.

There's an unused flat downstairs.

- Well, V&A could be right here in Jersey. - Hmm?

Something I remember from the tourist office.

- What was that? - A very discreet firm.

They sometimes ask us to help with overseas visitors. There.

Valentine and Angel.

Valentine and Angel. Arms dealers.

South Africa...

What can I do for you, sir?

Beautiful workmanship.

They belonged to William cody - Buffalo Bill.

His family - the Le codys - came from Jersey.

charming name your company's got, too...for the arms game.

Oh, it's hardly a game.

Valentine and Angel are a thoroughly reputable firm.

- Oh, I'm sure you are, Mr Gurney. - We were founded in 1 82 7.

Still, a long way from the days of pistols and sporting guns.

We sell all kinds of arms, yes. It's a business like any other.

Is it?

Sergeant, I'm very busy. There is a board meeting in progress...

I'm making some enquiries about a man who might have come to see you.

Oh, yes?

- Don't know his name as yet. - You don't? In that case...

He's tall, red-haired and it's odds-on he was South African.

I'm afraid no-one of that description has visited this office.

- Positive? - Absolutely.

In any event, as you're aware, there's a strict embargo on the sale of arms

to that part of the world.

May I ask why you thought this man came here?

Sorry to trouble you.

Sorry I couldn't help.

(LAUGHTER)

...Yeah, I know the cherokee quite well.

- You've flown it, have you? - A few times.

Look, here are the Met details for the day the plane was stolen.

cloud, wind speed, all that.

And we know he had enough fuel for about 1 5 minutes' flying time.

I want you to imagine you're the pilot. You've just taken off.

You can see how little fuel you've got. Where would you go? Another island?

Would you go to France? How would the wind affect you?

- come upstairs. - OK.

- Right, now this is pure guesswork, mind. - It's all we've got.

He probably didn't turn east towards Normandy,

not against a strong headwind, so it almost certainly had to be south-west.

2,000 feet, say. Minimum air speed to conserve fuel.

With the following wind, he would have done 50 miles.

There, somewhere around there, around Saint-Brieuc.

could be a little further south toward corlay.

- May I use your phone? - Yeah.

Are you gonna alert the French police?

This is gonna cost me two lobster suppers, you know that?

That's very good.

It's a bit heavy round the chin, maybe...

She's got the eyes perfectly. Warm as lasers.

If you want to talk to Kim, she and Deborah have gone out.

No, charlie, it's you I came to see.

I never knew you were on the board of an arms company, charlie.

But I might have guessed. Knock buildings over, why not people?

Listen, you aren't family any more.

Don't ask me to talk about V&A. I heard why you were there.

Look, I'm after the man who caused Tom Draycott's death

and I'm sure he came to Jersey on an arms deal.

Gurney told you we wouldn't sell a rifle strap to the wrong people.

That's absolutely straight!

How straight's Gurney?

Think I'd have anything to do with a crooked firm?

The business is properly run.

Anything illegal going on, me and the other directors would know.

The odd transaction could always happen behind your backs...

unless it happens under your noses and you don't mind the stink.

You'd better be here officially, making a remark like that.

The man's name is Victor Kroll - South African middleman.

Specialises in shady arms deals all over the world.

Kroll's so bloody evil, his own country pretends not to know him,

and that's saying something.

You've no evidence to connect a character like that with V&A.

And let me remind you, there are some very important people on the board.

They have special privileges, do they?

No more than the police have to smear a firm's reputation. Now get out!

One of these days, I'm going to have to nail you, charlie. You look out.

Your portrait flattered charlie.

- You saw it, did you? - Yeah. I went round for a little chat.

So, this is it?

come on.

This used to be where they crushed the grapes.

Well, as long as it doesn't set me off again.

- You don't drink at the Royal Barge? - Uh-uh.

- Anyway, the vines have gone bad. - Still, you can keep an eye on me.

- It's a little messy, I'm afraid. - No. It's, um... It has...possibilities.

- And I'm a painter. - You'll get some practice in down here!

- Where's your studio? - Through here.

Hey, it's really nice!

You work here a lot?

Mainly for finishing. Most of the sittings are done in people's homes.

come on. Let's start clearing up downstairs.

Hey, looks better already!

Yes, it does! Tom always said this could...

You all right?

Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

No, please.

It's helped to take my mind off things.

- This man Gurney sounds a contradiction. - Is he?

He sells guns and breeds butterflies. I asked in my office about him.

Should have known the tourist people would know more than the police.

- What else did you find out? - Ex-public school...

ex-Army, ex-professional gambler.

- Slightly flawed all round, is he? - And he has a black girlfriend.

A cabaret singer. I think it was her we saw in the car the other day.

Where does Gurney live?

His villa at Rozel. Why?

I'm only a guest here. If you want to talk to Mr Gurney, he's in town.

I know.

I was just passing and I thought I'd check the position of the house.

Well? It's right here, Sergeant.

About a week ago, a young au pair girl was knocked down just up from the house.

- What's it got to do with us? - The car just drove away.

Well, if you want to examine mine, it's over there.

And there isn't a scratch on christopher's.

He'd have a nervous breakdown if there was.

cares more for cars than people, does he?

If you're talking about the arms trade, people are always making snide remarks.

But you just find him a nice, cosy human being, do you?

Look, what exactly do you want, Sergeant?

I thought the driver of that hit-and-run car might have come here.

There have been no visitors recently. It's been rather dull.

(DOOR OPENS)

Not incognito? Not even Fred?

- come to make a clean breast of it. - You've chosen a bad day.

Inspector crozier's in Southampton, Maddox has flu,

and the only things being busted by this Bureau right now are my nails.

Was all that information I smuggled to you any use?

I've got so far with it. It's time to make a report and hand it over.

Since your nails are so bad, I suppose I'm gonna have to do my own typing.

- (PHONE RINGS) - Yes?

Who? ...Ah, oui.

Oü?

Oui, oui. Entendu.

Quand?

Trés bien. Je vais le passer tout de suite. Merci. Au revoir.

That was the Préfecture of Police at St Malo.

They did a big search. Somebody spotted a plane wreck in the forest.

Right! Ring them back, tell them I'm coming over on the hydrofoil.

Il est mort depuis quatre, cinq jours.

- c'est l'homme que vous cherchez? - Je le crois. Je le crois.

Alors, regardez les choses si vous n'étes pas certain.

Merci.

Oui. c'est lui.

# I've heard it said

# That the thrill of romance

# Can be

# Like a heavenly dream

# I go to bed

# With a prayer

# That you'll make love to me

# Strange as it seems

# Some day

# We'll meet

# And you'll dry all my tears

# And whisper sweet

# Little things in my ear

# Lover man

# Where can you be?

# Lover man

# Where can you be? #

(APPLAUSE)

- Very nice. - Thank you.

I know you're saving your tonsils, so you can just listen.

What do you want?

I don't suppose you're into politics, judging by the company that you keep,

but I dare say you know what injustice is.

I'm black, aren't I?

- Like millions of South Africans. - What of it?

And you think Gurney is an honest arms salesman?

The adjective sounds bloody ridiculous whichever way you put it.

If it's about the hit and run accident...

The man who did that has caused more than his share of grief, but he's dead.

Last deal he did,

he brought some diamonds to your boyfriend

to cover an illegal shipment of arms.

Not here in Jersey. Oh, no.

They came from a warehouse in Denmark,

but maybe you'd like to know where they were going.

What are you doing?

It's true, then?

- How did you open that? - I've known the number for months.

- These diamonds... - What about them?!

- That's why that man Kroll was here. - How do you know his name?

Well, he's dead, so he won't be collecting what he paid for.

Who told you all this?

You never said he was a white South African, christopher!

You never damn well said!

Juniper, come back!

It is nothing to do with you!

- Nothing? Look at the colour of my skin! - Juniper!

Now, look...you know we deal with all sorts of countries.

That's why you wouldn't let me meet him. You promised - no arms to them ever!

Kroll was a broker. It was just a deal between him and me privately.

I wasn't selling direct to anyone.

But you knew where those arms were going to, christopher. You damn well knew.

So what if I did? Give them to me, Juniper. come on!

Give me those stones!

- You bitch! I needed that money. - To cover what you stole from V&A?

Pay your gambling debts? Wait till charlie Hungerford hears about this.

It's enough to turn him legit.

What the hell were you playing at?

Just discovered a few casual leads, sir, and decided to follow them up.

Keeping crozier right out of it? Going off to Brittany?

I wasn't exactly posing as a policeman, sir.

- No-one's implying that, Bergerac. - Just a spot of sick leave, Senator.

You've landed us in a somewhat embarrassing situation.

Yeah. I bet.

- Difficult. - Firing me, you mean, Senator?

Bound to look bloody stupid. Public opinion.

SENATOR: What the chief says is true.

I'm therefore going to recommend to the committee

that the question of your fitness be reviewed...at a later date.

- All things considered... - Reviewed, Jim...

which means proved.

Thanks.

There is an empty desk at the Bureau des Étrangers, isn't there?