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TANNOY: Les passagers pour le hydrofoil à destination de Jersey

sont priés de se presenter à la porte quatre.

MAN: Pour une fois, j'ai bu, hein? J'étais avec des copains!

C'est fini. Je m'en vais.

A gin and tonic, please.

Certainly, sir. 70 pence, please, sir.

- Keep the change. - Thank you very much, sir.

- BERGERAC: Orange juice, please. - Yes, sir.

Terrific tune(!)

She thinks you're trying to pick her up.

- How could she ever know? - 30 pence, please, sir.

- Ta. - Thank you very much, sir.

Excuse me, please.

TANNOY: Thank you for travelling Condor. Thank you.

Mesdames et messieurs, nous arrivons à Jersey

dans quelques instants...

(CONTINUES SPEAKING FRENCH)

MAN ON RADIO: Coming in now.

Right.

All right.

- Gladier. - OK.

Wilson, stand by.

The man you want is the one with the brown leather coat,

the briefcase and the glasses.

If he's sussed me, he doesn't show it. He's all yours.

- He's seen us! - Damn! He's onto us!

We'll have to pick him up.

Get him! Go!

Where is it - the package?

- What package? - You know damn well which package!

The one you got in Paris from the Algerian.

I watched you. I watched you all the way back here!

- I'm afraid you've got the wrong man. - Oh, no, we haven't!

You're a courier - hard drugs. Right? We know it, you know it.

Maybe you shoot a little yourself!

What are you doing? You've no right.

Jersey's my home. It isn't a police state!

- That is definitely the man! - He's clean. He doesn't have it.

I told you. This is a great mistake and you'll pay for it.

Take him over to the Bureau.

You blew it.

You did, you mean. He spotted you! You're like a bunch of Keystone Cops!

What would have been the use of going on with it, anyway,

without the bloody goods on him?

He rumbled you. Maybe he threw it overboard.

- Then why did he run? - Reflex.

He was sitting there before he went to the bar.

I had him in my sights all the time.

- Jim? The captain wants you. - Start looking, Paul.

- How long will this take? - Not long.

We are due to make another run to St Malo and back.

Look, I'm gonna have to search you and your crewmen.

Ever thought of going into plumbing? You seem cut out for it.

Yeah, round the bend! Nothing here, unless he flushed it away.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I apologise for the hold-up.

But I hope you will be able to board the hydrofoil very shortly.

Mesdames et messieurs, nous vous prions de nous excuser pour cette attente...

There's not much point.

How could he have stashed it with passengers all around him?

Jim! What's going on?

It's none of your business.

No? I've got a coach load of people waiting on the quayside.

- Oh, yeah? - They're French travel agents.

You're giving Jersey tourism a bad name.

That's nothing to what mine is at the minute!

Why?

I went to Paris to follow a drug courier.

- When he was lifted, he was clean. - Oh, dear. And they're blaming you?

Yeah, yeah, they're blaming me.

We were tipped off by the Sùreté.

Somebody was making the pick-up in Paris and it turned out to be you!

Now, come on, Dumoitier. What did you do with the stuff?

- Who were you bringing it in for? - I wasn't bringing in anything.

You guessed Sergeant Bergerac was tailing you, so you got rid of it. Where?

Look, I've told you - my name is Raymond Dumoitier.

I'm a respectable business man. I deal in import/export.

- Of what? - You can read, can't you?

All kinds of things. Textiles, perfume, leather goods.

Travelling to and from Paris regularly.

- The perfect cover! - What do I know about drugs?

- What do you care? - As long as you're paid!

I want to call my wife. She'll be worried.

Yeah! I bet.

Anybody want a bun?

- Thanks. - No, thanks.

I think I do remember you now. You were drinking in the bar.

Neat orange juice. Don't try pulling that one!

Well, if you won't let me phone my wife, I think it's time I contacted

- my lawyer, don't you? - Not yet.

Why not? It's wrongful arrest.

You're bluffing, Dumoitier. How much was that consignment worth?

Two possibilities.

You gave that package to another passenger to bring ashore,

or you dumped it.

There's a third.

I never possessed it in the first place!

(STARTS CAR)

So we're road-blocked - lost our chance?

- I'm afraid so. - What the hell happened?

We had a major drug haul worth...what? 1 00,000?

The street value of a packet that size is worth about a quarter of a million.

Right, we get that, we get the top man and his pusher - the whole operation -

and we've got nothing.

We can't even pin it on the messenger boy!

- I saw him collect. - Well, he hasn't got it now.

I think we might have progressed a bit further

if we'd been more subtle on the harbour side.

We had to go in like that when he took off.

There's no point arguing about that now.

The point is, if that cocaine is on the island,

it's ourjob to stop it being sold.

Someone out there is gonna get filthy rich out of the kids who buy it.

- And I want him. - How about our suspect?

What can we hold him for? We've got to let him go.

The whole damn thing's misfired!

I backed this Bureau all the way.

Now I have to go to the State's Committee

and explain that we fouled it up...completely!

Shouldn't we still put a tail on Dumoitier?

He won't go near the next bastard on the island. You can be sure of that!

Sit down, Jim.

Sorry, Chief.

- I'm bound to say it won't help, Jim. - Help what?

When your review comes up.

I put you in on probation. You know the score, with that leg of yours.

If the medical board don't give you clearance,

there's not much else I can do.

When do they see you?

Day after tomorrow.

Look, I can cope as well as the next man.

But can you, Jim?

Ex-Constable Brooks, isn't it?

Jim Bergerac, Bureau des Étrangers.

- How are you? - Fine, Jim. I didn't recognise you!

I'm doing a spot of surveillance. I could be some time.

Be my guest!

(ENGINE ROARS)

Bob.

How did she go?

Ah! I just touched 1 1 0. I haven't had so much fun for years!

- Are you in the market for one? - Not likely!

There's no age limit in the Channel Trophy!

20 years ago maybe, Bobbie, but not nowadays.

The old blood pressure wouldn't take it, even if my bank account could.

It were good of you to let me have a go. I felt quite Walter Mitty-ish in there!

There's still a wee tiger in your tank, Charlie!

Do you ever take a spin along the beach yourself nowadays?

No fear. I don't want to end up with two of these.

And this place takes up all my time anyhow.

- Hey, is that fixed, Ted? - Yeah.

There you go. Great for Mantovani.

For my granddaughter, Kim, and Stevie Wonder, you mean!

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes?

What do you mean you haven't got it?

How much do I owe you for this lot?

Forget it. Buy me a drink in the health club.

Right. Cheers!

- There's a call from our delivery man. - Yes?

He was picked up by the police. He was clean, they let him go.

I need to see you to explain.

Right, same place as you met Sam the last time.

And it had better be good, this explanation of yours!

Hey, Brookie!

Do you know that car?

- Do you know those people? - That's Mrs Dumoitier and her son.

There's a lot of money down there, isn't there?

Fancy house, fancy car, fancy school.

St Wilfred's College - the best on the island.

- They haven't lived there long, though. - No?

Used to be in a bungalow at La Moye.

- Where have you been? - I was held up.

You promised to be back for the cricket match.

- All the other fathers were there. - I'm sorry.

- Where is he? - He's got some homework.

What is it? Did something go wrong in Paris?

No. Business is fine.

Well, I hope you cheer up before the Corbetts get here!

Can we cancel dinner with them? I don't feel too well.

- Raymond, what is the matter? - Nothing. Just a chill, I expect.

French trains are so over-heated.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO)

(ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)

Is that you, Simon?

(PHONE RINGS)

Royal Barge.

Hello, Lil. Is Frankie there?

- Waiting for you. - Look, I can't make it.

- You're not gonna be popular. - Yeah. Can I speak to her?

Smells good.

Had a busy day?

Yeah. Now, close your eyes, Mum.

Come over and open them.

- Robin Hood and his old mum are rich! - Stop it.

- Just don't be so cheerful about it! - All right. Take it easy.

I wish you'd never told me what you were doing.

You've lost your sense of practicality. How else would we have lived recently?

But stealing from the hydrofoil - it's so risky.

The sooner the house is sold, the better.

- We may not need to sell it. - What are you talking about?

This.

It was in a bloke's wallet. It's our salvation!

- That? - Mmm.

- What is it? - Coke.

Cocaine.

- Oh, no, Simon. - Calm down.

Have another drink.

The man I nicked it off must have been smuggling it in.

- Simon, you've got to get rid of it! - You bet I'll get rid of it!

Do you realise how much that's worth? A fortune! A bloody fortune!

- No! - Look, all I have to do is resell it.

There's a market somewhere. I'll find it.

You won't. It's wicked. Immoral!

Any more than that poison you pour down your throat?

- Please, Simon... - Well, it's true, isn't it?

You don't take drugs, do you?

No. But there are plenty of kids on the island, kids with money, who do.

It doesn't change anything, but it'll change us.

BERGERAC: This is a bit of all right, isn't it?

Mineral water, serviettes. It's very romantic.

Oh, yes. Dinner has a great atmosphere in a car park.

Everything has a great atmosphere when it's unexpected.

I expected an evening at the Royal Barge.

- That was your invitation. - Yeah, I'm sorry.

But I've got to stay here.

Hey, thanks for bringing the food.

(CHUCKLES) What did Gulliver say?

As a chef, he was outraged.

Lil just took the money.

Well, it's certainly intimate enough.

You're a good kid, Frankie.

Well, what are you watching?

That house down there, and the man I know was carrying the drugs.

- Oh, that one? - Yeah.

And sooner or later, he's gonna have to make a move.

Suppose he doesn't.

He will.

It's too bad we aren't having dinner.

We are having dinner.

No, I meant...it might be the last time.

Why?

I've given my notice to the Tourist Service.

My mother wants me to go home to Cherbourg.

She's a widow and I have a younger brother and sister. She needs help.

Oh, it's all right.

You can stay on at the vineyard. I've spoken to the owner.

Thanks.

Things not the same with Tom not around, eh?

No, that's over. I'm OK.

That's good.

- When are you leaving? - In a few days.

I have to sort out things for the apartment I've been sharing.

You never invited me there.

Where is it?

Little house up above the harbour.

Very pretty here. I'll miss Jersey.

Hmm! Your English will go to ruin, won't it?

Just when I was getting to understand the jokes.

You may miss Jersey,

but I'm gonna miss you, Frankie.

(HORN BLASTS)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(HORN BEEPS)

(BELL TOLLS)

I shouldn't touch that if I were you.

Dangerous stuff, acid.

- Acid? - For our work here.

I'm Brother Matthias. Who are you?

Bergerac. Bureau des Étrangers.

Police? What can I do for you?

- I didn't know you had a lab. - It's a simple process.

- What is? - Making perfume.

Perfume?

Well, the essence - by the enfleurage method from the Jersey lily.

- What do you call it? - Oh, we don't manufacture the balm.

That calls for a much more sophisticated operation.

Musk and whale sperm and all that. They do it in Paris.

Paris?

I'm sorry, but you're on some other sort of scent, I fear.

Do you know a Mr Dumoitier?

But of course. He's our agent. The one who takes essence and sells it.

- Where is he? I saw him come in. - He left half an hour ago.

I saw him off.

I was outside the gate. I didn't see him leave.

Ah. But then he drove out by the flower garden exit.

Raymond always likes to see the flowers.

Please believe me!

You sound like a wee boy

who tells the teacher he's late cos he's skinned his knee.

It's true. It was in a fold of my wallet.

When they searched me, the wallet was gone. I didn't know.

So you lost it on the hydrofoil.

''And, Teacher, I lost my lunch money.''

''Oh, well, try lost property down the cop shop''(!)

Try harder, Dumoitier!

You passed it on to someone, didn't you? As easy as passing water.

Do you want to get rich quick? Is that it?

- No. - Who's got it?

It was in my pocket!

You see, my name's Carnegie

but I never quite reached his speed at making money.

I could lose a lot here!

A lot!

So try again and take it slowly!

I didn't know I was being followed.

I was in my seat,

then...I went to the bar for a drink.

- Do you know what I think? - Try me, cowboy.

I think I had my pocket picked.

Sent over by the CID. All visitors' property.

- Have you been through these? - A few.

Let's have a look.

This is the one you want. Your friend, Raymond Dumoitier's.

- Right. - Take it easy.

You're up for your medical tomorrow.

- Raymond, what happened? - I was attacked. Mugged.

- Where? - Over the other side of the island.

They stole my wallet!

- Who did? - Some youths!

I was taking a stroll and they set on me.

- Have you reported it to the police? - Naturally! I...

- (DOORBELL RINGS) - Don't answer it!

Why ever not?

It's a Detective Sergeant Bergerac to see you.

Thank you, Eva.

- The monks beat you up, did they? - I beg your pardon?

Hadn't you better stop playing games, Dumoitier?

You're in trouble.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You've been beaten up, haven't you?

By the people you were running the drugs for.

You lost the merchandise when you lost that...

right?

The stuff's not there,

but one way or another, we're going to find it.

How about you? Perhaps you could use a little police protection.

- From what? - Who are they, Dumoitier?

You must know you've made your last run for them.

You're no good to them any more.

I don't know which is worse -

the scum that sell the drugs or nasty trash like you!

Thank you for returning my wallet, Sergeant.

''Oh, sorry, Mr Carnegie.

''I made a wee mistake. The wallet was in my sporran all the time!''

That detective's been round to the house.

- Bergerac? - He had my wallet with him.

I was right about the pickpocket.

What did Bergerac have to say?

He tried to frighten me. Says he knows the stuff was in there.

- So you led him here? - No.

He's got someone watching the car,

but I left it at home and came out the back way.

Make sure!

We're going to have to do something about Sergeant Bergerac,

and I'm going to tell you what to do, so listen!

- Jim, he showed us the bruises. - Great.

And you take his word against mine?

We leaned on Dumoitier without anything.

- We're forced to accept his word. - What, that I beat him up?

It'll have to be investigated. There's no alternative.

The complaint is official,

so until such time as the investigation is complete, you're off the case.

I want it put on record that I have not laid a finger on Dumoitier...

yet!

It was an old car. I didn't notice the make.

Did you get the number?

Sorry, Jim. I couldn't see it.

Anyway, I'm a bit dyslexic with numbers and letters.

- He can't even read the menu board. - I cook it, though, don't I?

All right, all right. Did you see the driver of the car?

A young lad, 20s, fairish hair.

Is that all?

There was something about the car. I don't know.

- I've seen it before. - Where?

Not here.

We've been through all our younger customers.

Driving around locally, was it?

- Standing somewhere. - The shop? Office?

The garage! That's it! Down by the side of the filling station.

The lad used to work there!

You mean Simon. Simon Gibbins. Don't talk to me about him!

About five years ago, his mum used to swan about

in an American four-wheel drive.

- A big, flashy job. - It's all right for some, isn't it?!

A big pools winner, wasn't she? 200,000 - till she lost it all.

Next thing you know, he's round here, begging for a job.

- Simon? - We couldn't say no, could we?

His mum had spent a fortune with us.

- Does he live at home? - He did then. I don't know about now.

Big place up at Grouville called Three Crosses.

- Hello, Simon. - Hi.

God, you look so sickeningly healthy. All that life on the ocean waves!

- Aren't you working today? - No, not today.

- How are you, Stella? - On the rough side.

Didn't the maid bring you breakfast?

I haven't lived at home for a month - since I did my hair.

My parents don't like people like me dirtying their doorstep in Belcroute.

They always were a bit straight.

They'd approve of you, though. Nice boy, earning a living.

I'm a bartender.

You don't happen to have a little drink on you? I could do with steadying up.

Nah, sorry. But I could give you something to make you dazzle.

- Are you having me on? - No.

- You, dealing? - A one-off.

Yeah, well, I'm not actually on heat for something right now.

- We could go for a little walk, though. - Better still, I've got the car.

Bob...

No.

We're gonna have to find out if anyone is trying to push the stuff.

- How? - Talk to all the clients.

If anyone isn't buying as usual...

Ask yourself where they're getting it.

- Better still, ask them! - Right.

Simon's a big, grown boy. I don't ask him how he spends his time.

Well, perhaps you should.

I can't stand the foul language they use at his age.

You're his mother, Mrs Gibbins, and he's in trouble.

I'd like to find him while he's still alive.

How do you know Charlie Hungerford?

Charlie! He's a right one. Mr Shining Brass!

- Is he a friend of yours, too? - He's my ex-father-in-law.

(SLURS) So you must be his daughter's ex-husband...then!

I like Charlie even if he does like to play the big cigar.

Not so sure about Deborah, though - snobby teenager, I remember.

- That's some time ago. - Isn't everything?

No. Maybe you ought to ease off that a bit.

- Full of good advice, aren't you(?) - It doesn't help, does it?

Are you trying to tell me something?

No.

Your son, Simon...

- I wish you'd leave off about him. - Does he ride on the hydrofoil?

I've told you, I don't know what he gets up to.

Look, do us all a favour, would you?

If and when you see him, would you ask him to ring me at this number, please?

He might have lifted something a little bit too hot this time.

And it's important!

Yeah.

There.

It's funny, on this island, to see an ordinary pool that people pay for.

- And he's been supplying you, has he? - Once.

Or twice?

He's not a pusher.

It's not very clever, you know, trying to elbow your way in.

He's not. He doesn't want to deal or anything.

- He just happens to have this stuff. - Coke?

- He just has some to sell, that's all. - Who is he?

(FOOTSTEPS)

How long have you been home?

- What does it matter? - I want to talk to you.

Sergeant Bergerac's been here.

Have you been falling about in public again?

They know about you - the drugs.

No, no, no, they can't, not unless you told them.

Simon, they know!

- Bergerac said you might be in danger. - Guesswork!

So he came here. I don't know why.

But he can't know anything!

You were seen throwing those things away.

Well, that proves nothing.

Maybe they wanted to scare you, that's all, make you talk.

Of course I'm scared! Of course I'm bloody scared!

Listen, I told you, it's a way out.

We sell the coke and we can pay for everything.

We won't be thrown off the island. You can have the house done up.

We'll get the pool working again.

Bergerac said they might hurt you.

I don't suppose you know what he said, to be honest.

He wants you to ring him. He gave me a number somewhere.

Where are you going?

I'm working on the hydrofoil, I'm staying overnight in St Malo.

See you in the morning.

CARNEGIE: Right, so you've got a friend

and your friend is trying to sell us what's ours already.

What we mean is your friend is in big trouble.

We don't need to worry Stella with all that.

She's just trying to help him, and I'd like to help her.

- All right? - Thanks.

So when you find this friend of yours,

just you tell him I'm willing to give him a fair price if he's really got it.

He has. I'm sure he has.

Take it easy with the lady, Sam.

We don't want any nasty accidents, do we?

- Oh! Jim, how are you? Cup of tea? - Yes, please.

Do you know Bobbie Carnegie? Jim Bergerac, Bureau des Étrangers.

- How do you do? - All right. Fine.

I've just been hearing about some quack in Paris,

might do your leg a bit of good - he's been treating Bob here.

Do you have trouble?

Let's say I wouldn't give Alan Wells a run for his money!

You work out of St Martin's Bay, don't you? Tyres and stereo?

Among other things. No secrets from the Jersey cops.

CHARLIE: A man after my own heart, is Bobbie -

into anything where there's a chance of a decent return!

- Do you spend a lot of time here? - No, I was just working out.

- Keeping myself fit. - You ever need anything,

come over and see me.

Any friend of Charlie's will get a good deal.

Probably means you'll pay twice as much as anywhere else.

He's as bent as his Harry Lauder walking stick!

You remind me to bill you for the job on the Rolls!

I didn't say a word!

- I'll see you again, Sergeant. - Yeah.

- See you, Charlie. - Yeah, right.

Steward! Never here when you want 'em - just like the police!

He's not a bad lad, is Bobbie.

He let me take out one of his sand-racers the other day, just like old times.

How about Gloria Gibbins, Charlie?

- Is she like old times? - Gloria? What, you know her?

Yeah. I went up to her place. Talked about you.

Whatever happened to Gloria? Gone downhill, hasn't she?

Yeah, right to the bottom.

I used to have some grand times with her,

before the silly woman spent it all.

That's the secret, Jim.

You get it together, however you get it, then you keep it.

You never did join in, though, did you?

- Hello, Frankie. - Hello.

- You packing? - Yeah.

- Do you want a hand? - No, thank you. It's nearly done.

Someone will come and collect it in a day or so.

- Hey, do you want some coffee? - Thanks, no.

STELLA: Mrs Gibbins! Wake up!

Gloria!

- I must talk to Simon! - Where is he?

He never listens to what I say!

Where is he, Mrs Gibbins?

If they find him, they might even kill him.

(PLAYS A MELANCHOLY TUNE)

I'm gonna miss you.

Not as much as you'd miss your work if anyone took it away from you.

Sometimes I wish they would take it away from me.

- Are you still in trouble? - Yeah.

Taken off the drugs case.

Not wanted.

You seem to specialise in being not wanted.

Just when I was getting somewhere.

Inspector Crozier again?

Ah, he's... It's the lot of them.

Got a medical board tomorrow too.

I need that like a hole in the head.

Will you pass?

Stay as a detective?

Don't know.

Don't see why not. Do you?

I must go.

Will I see you again?

Probably not.

I didn't know you played guitar.

It's nice.

STELLA: Run, Simon! Run!

(STARTS ENGINE)

GLORIA: Someone's been right through the place and absolutely wrecked it.

What, while you were asleep?

I thought it was Simon.

Smashing up his own home? Now, why should he do that?

- Your son-in-law came to see me. - I know. He told me.

- They've got him. I know they have! - Got who?

Look, Gloria, who are you talking about?

I went down to the hydrofoil dock as soon as I saw what had happened,

but they'd got him already.

Calm yourself down, Gloria. Take it slowly.

It's a lovely house, Charlie. Why have I never been here before?

Tell me about Simon.

You used to come to my place all the time.

Never mind about that now, Gloria. What about Simon?

He's got some drugs and he's been trying to sell them.

Dear God!

Any idea where I can find Sergeant Bergerac?

(PHONE RINGS)

Royal Barge.

- Jim, phone for you. - Thanks.

Yeah?

What?

Yeah, I'll be right over.

What about the whitebait?

Stick it back in the the oven, would you, love?

You're not at home now, you know!

Good luck with the medical!

Come on, you silly young bastard. You've hidden it somewhere!

- What about the car? - I've been through it.

Go through it again!

- Tell me about the girl. - Her name's Stella.

Stella what?

He hasn't known her long. She said she was going to fix everything.

Did he say where he'd met her?

I've made a mess of everything!

You mustn't blame Simon, it's my fault - all of it.

Here. You need something to keep your spirits up.

Oh, well done(!)

(INAUDIBLE)

Are you Stella?

Look, I've got no time to waste. Do you know where they've taken him?

- I think so. - Tell me. Quick!

Get rid of him!

(CREAKING)

(MACHINERY CLANKS AND WHIRRS)

(CLANG!)

(WHIRRING, CLANKING MACHINERY)

Screw you, you bastard!

You're in over your head.

- James Bergerac. - Oh, yes?

I've got a board this afternoon.

You had an appointment two hours ago.

- Yeah, I'm sorry. - The doctors managed to keep it.

- It's a pity you didn't. - I was on the other side of the island.

One of the doctors came from London especially.

Still, I don't suppose they would have seen you...looking like that!

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYS)

What are you doing?

- Boeuf fondu. - No, I mean here.

Oh, you're a mess.

What's happened?

You said you might miss me.

And I'd miss you.