All language subtitles for Bergerac s01e09

We're having a good morning, aren't we?

If you want these for lunch -
and cooked the way you like them -

then we've got to go.

- What would I do without you?
- You'd manage.

Don't want to. Prefer things the way
they are. There's a few more.

You've got enough here for a week.

Perhaps this time you'll have some.

Ooh, no thanks. I hate mussels.

On Jersey that's almost heresy.

Henry!

I'm going.

£60 for mending
a piece of guttering.

- It had rusted right through.
- One small hole.

It was like a sieve.
He was here all day.

- Put up plastic. It's much better.
- Plastic should be cheaper.

I'm going to the shops.
Enjoy your free lunch.

It always tastes better
if you haven't paid for it.

(CLOCK CHIMES)

OPERATOR: Emergency. Which service?

Henry Berna... Aaagh...

Hello?

Hello, caller?

Two days without food
and they bring me this mush.

You'll be home soon.

This time is soon enough for me.

They just want to keep you in
a couple more days

to make sure you're OK.

If they're capable of telling.

I suppose you told him?

Yes, of course. You were very ill.

Hello, Father.

How are you feeling?

He's a lot better. Just very tired.

I came as soon as I could.

Be reasonable. I've just got off
a plane from London. I was worried.

Tell him to go away.
I don't want him here.

- I'm sorry.
- So am I.

You should be more careful
with his food.

NURSE: I'm afraid I don't understand.

What do you know
about my father's condition?

NURSE: He's all right now.

I mean the cause of it. Are you
sure it was just food poisoning?

I'm sorry, Mr Bernard.
I can't discuss that with you.

You'll have to take it up
with a higher authority.

BERGERAC:
That's a very serious allegation.

I'm trying not to make an allegation,
but if my father's life is in danger,

then concern for his welfare
far outweighs caution.

I understand that.
But the housekeeper phoned you.

She was bound to.
All too obvious if she hadn't.

There's no doubt
who cooked the mussels?

But she didn't have any.

And she conveniently left the house
for a few hours.

If my father hadn't made that call,
he'd be dead.

- BERGERAC: Shellfish can often be bad.
- BERNARD: If they're tampered with.

Why should anyone want deliberately
to poison your father?

Not anyone. Lisa Reynolds.

The answer to your question is money.
He may not live like it,

but my father is quite wealthy.

- Has he left her some?
- I don't know.

How long's she worked for him?

About a year, I think.

- Don't you know?
- My father and I don't get on.

Happens in the best of families.

We've rather lost touch with each other,
to put it mildly.

However, I have kept in touch
with people in Jersey who know him.

Keeping an eye on him, are you?

Vaguely. And there's something else
you should know.

This food poisoning is only
the latest accident or near-miss.

- Oh?
- He almost drowned recently.

Fell asleep on the rocks
at Bonne Nuit Bay,

got cut off by the tide
and had to be rescued.

Lisa left him there
to go to the library.

So you see, Sergeant,
I have good reason to be worried.

But you've got no real evidence,
have you?

In a case like this,

the only real evidence you get
is when it's too late.

I'm sorry, but it still looks to me
like a straightforward medical case.

I'm simply asking that you
look into it a little further

in view of what I've told you.

- Henry Bernard.
- That's the one.

Yes. Doctor Leon saw him.
Doctor Leon?

DOCTOR LEON: I'm not here.

Thanks.

Well done.

- This is silly, you know.
- I know what I'm doing.

I hope you do.

You can look after me just as well
as any of this lot.

Besides, this place is so noisy.

You should have had a private room.

No point in asking to be robbed.
I'm going to get dressed.

Pull that one.

But wouldn't he have noticed
they were bad by the taste?

Not necessarily.

Taste buds don't improve with age.

That goes for sense of smell too.

Apparently these mussels
were cooked in herbs and garlic.

What about before they were cooked?

Wouldn't the housekeeper
have noticed something strange

while preparing them?

- Not if they were still alive.
- Why is that?

- VBP.
- What's that?

Sorry. It's the organism
that causes mussel poisoning.

It's quite easy to cook
tainted mussels without knowing it.

Did your analysis show up
this organism?

Sorry?

Didn't you check
the contents of the stomach?

No need. He vomited most of it away.

- That's a pity.
- Pity for him if he hadn't.

Can't be sure if it was the mussels,
can you?

Well, that's what he told us.
What are you suggesting?

If there was anything else in that dish
which poisoned him,

you wouldn't know, would you?

No, we wouldn't.

- This home?
- For want of a better word, yes.

Thanks.
I won't keep you from your meal.

It's my bed I want.
I've hardly seen it for two days.

- A lot of poisoned mussels around?
- A lot of boyfriends, actually.

I'm anxious to know
what's happening.

I'd like to be assured that my father
isn't in any kind of danger.

I understand the situation,
Mr Bernard.

Not at all. Bye.

I want to see Bergerac
when he comes in.

If he comes in.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(TWIG SNAPS)

Tomorrow's dinner.

- Where did you buy those mussels?
- I didn't.

Mr Bernard refuses to pay
£1 .20 a litre.

We collected them ourselves
from Bonne Nuit Bay.

Not for the first time?

No. We often get them from there.

- They've been all right before?
- Yes.

The doctor said it must have been
a bad patch - polluted water.

Do you investigate
every case of food poisoning?

It's just routine.

Something Philip said?

I know he doesn't like me.
Has he been suggesting something?

HENRY: Lisa!

Excuse me.

You've been out by far too long.

- Doctor said you should rest.
- Fresh air's the best healer.

- Who's this?
- Oh, this is Mr Bergerac, Henry.

- He sells...
- Gardening equipment.

Fertiliser, insecticide,
that kind of thing.

Never touch the stuff. No need.

The only decent insecticide
is soap and water

and it's cheaper than your nonsense.

Spray it on with an old bicycle pump.
It keeps the blighters down.

- When do we eat?
- Oh, you are better.

I hope you're satisfied.

Do you want to watch me
skin and cook it too?

Thanks for being
a gardening salesman.

I wouldn't want him to know
what kind of son he'd got.

What makes you think he doesn't?

Just been talking to a neighbour
of yours, Charlie.

Oh, aye.

- Aren't you going to ask who?
- You'll tell me if you want to.

Henry Bernard.

Oh, him. Hardly know him.
Eccentrics aren't my line of country.

- Have you met his housekeeper?
- What are you after?

Just a little background.
Debbie might know.

She's out.
What's the housekeeper done?

No-one's done anything, Charlie.
It's just a small, routine job.

When a routine job leads to you
asking for my help, something's up.

He walks through the woods
now and then, and I've seen her with him.

Not to speak to, though.

Does that assist you, Officer?

You're not a very friendly lot
round here, are you?

- Not speaking to your neighbours.
- I hear he's been ill again.

- Again?
- Hasn't he?

A touch of food poisoning, yeah.

- Mushrooms? He picks them wild.
- Mussels.

Too mean to buy them.
Collects them himself too.

You do look over the garden wall, then.

It'd make a lot more sense
if he looked after his property

as well as he looks after his brass.

- Has he got a lot?
- Plenty.

Shame about that house. You could
do something with a place like that.

Since when did you care about houses?
Except to bulldoze them.

It's called development, Jim.

I hope the Jersey planners
never let you loose.

Can I help you?

Do you know anything about shellfish,
Miss Leland?

I'm particularly interested in mussels.

I'm sorry, sir. This is a tourist office,
not a fish market.

Could you show me the way, please?

We don't normally guide residents.

What if a resident promised
to take you out this evening?

Then I might be able to make an exception.

Good.

What do you really want, Jim?

I'm going down to see Martin St George.

He's a local mussel expert.
He supplies all the hotels.

- Then lunch. Do you want to come?
- Yeah.

Safe means you know where they're grown.

That means controlled conditions,
proper mussel beds.

You wouldn't collect them
from anywhere, would you?

How about Bonne Nuit Bay?

Not bad. Current sweeps across the top.
Doesn't normally bring rubbish in.

- Like oil, sewage?
- Chemicals. You'd be surprised.

But sometimes?

- Now and then you get freak changes.
- Recently?

They're not always detectable.

A storm 50 miles out can alter patterns
with no-one noticing,

unless they were on the lookout.

If something was swept in,
would the mussels be affected?

That depends on the level of
contamination, but not immediately.

How do you know
it's a poison mussel?

You don't, till you eat it.

There's nothing to discuss.

- Why not come back with me?
- To London? No, thank you.

Carol and the children
would love to see you.

That does surprise me.

It's over ten years.

I don't understand you.
I'm your son.

- I'm asking you to come and stay.
- No, Philip.

We'd look after you.

I'm well looked after here,
thank you.

Are you?

You need a family around you.

- We want to help you.
- Then go away, Philip.

That's the best help
you can give me.

Perhaps when he's feeling better, he'll...

- Drink?
- No, thanks. I don't.

Why won't your father talk to you?

Years ago, I worked for him.

He owned a construction company
till it became a multinational.

I was always pushing for expansion,
but he wouldn't.

So in the end, I left,
joined his biggest rivals.

- And got your own back?
- That wasn't the object.

But I gave him a lot of competition,
which he resented.

Especially
when I became managing director.

Are you suggesting your father
altered his will out of spite?

I'm not suggesting anything.

But you think he may have cut
you out in favour of Miss Reynolds?

I'm not interested one way or the other
what he does with his money,

except on my sister's behalf.

Doesn't he speak to her?

She made a marriage he didn't approve of.

What does concern me is that

if Lisa Reynolds has persuaded
my father to leave her his money,

unless you do something to stop her,

it could be a matter of time before
my father's death is on your hands.

Got you again, Jim. That's £2
you owe me. You're out of practice.

- It all adds weight to my theory.
- Which is?

You didn't come here
just to get thrashed at boules.

No, I didn't.

There was a little thing.
Henry Bernard is a client of yours.

Yes, he is.

I understand he recently altered his will.

Did he alter it before or after
the arrival of Lisa Reynolds?

I try the odd leading question in court,
but that's a bit much.

I was merely enquiring...

Throwing three at me at the same time.

One, has Henry Bernard made a will?
Two, has he altered it recently?

Three, if so, what was the precise
date of the change?

Privileged information, James,
as you well know.

Anything else I can help you with?

- You can't blame me for trying.
- What's this interest in Henry?

That's privileged information, Roger.

Touché.

More coffee?

- No, thanks, Lil. I must go.
- Early start tomorrow?

- I'm helping arrange an exhibition.
- Yours?

No. Some millionaires
are lending their pictures.

- Good idea.
- Is that the Jersey Inheritance?

Have you heard about it?

Yeah. I'm doing the security.
What's the damage, Lil?

It's all taken care of.

Since when did you start giving away
free meals?

Not me. Your ex-father-in-law.

- How much is it?
- £1 5, if you want to be ungrateful.

So I said,
''You'd better pay for it yourself.''

Thanks, Charlie, but no thanks.
What did you do that for?

You didn't object
when Deborah used to pay.

I did, and you know I did.

Suit yourself.
I was just returning a compliment.

You came to me for information
this morning.

I want some now.

No charge for information,
depending what it is.

That house of Henry Bernard's, do you
know anything that might be useful?

Like what?

A syndicate is ready to throw money
at anyone with a site like that.

And you're a member of it?

We could put up
a decent hotel there, Jim.

The silly old devil's not interested.

- Have you tried him?
- Once or twice.

So I thought if you happened
to be privy to a bit of...gossip,

you could always drop me a word.

Which gossip would that be, Charlie?

Well, if you heard he was
putting the place on the market,

we'd still be interested.

Do you want to come in with us?

Not a lot.

You want to teach your young man
some sense.

- I thought you'd be asleep.
- Almost.

I'm just going for a swim.

- Be careful.
- Do you want anything?

I won't be long.

John, will you check the position
of the cameras?

They look all right to me,
but you're the expert.

OK.

Right, Neil?

Your office told me where to find you.
Preventive security?

There's a lot of very valuable
paintings in there.

You'd be better employed
looking after people.

- Like your father, Mr Bernard?
- Precisely.

Miss Reynolds seems
to look after him well.

That's where I disagree. The only one
she's looking after is herself.

(GAS HISSES)

Nothing you've said
gives me any confidence.

But there isn't a shred of evidence.

I'm trying to prevent a crime,
not solve it.

Of course there's no evidence yet.
Nothing has happened to produce any.

Hi.

Philip Bernard, this is Miss Leland.
She's organising the exhibition.

- Have you a painting?
- Mr Bernard is not an islander.

- Oh.
- Though his father is.

I talked to the doctor, Miss Reynolds
and your father's lawyer,

and I can't see that your father's life
has been, or is, in any danger.

What more can I do?

You can do what you like.
You can go to the chief if you want to,

but the police can't proceed
against uncommitted crime.

- So that's it? Case closed.
- There never was any case.

I only hope you're right, Sergeant.

Control for you, Sarge.

Yeah?

What?

Housekeeper went for a swim,
left him asleep by that fire.

When she came back,
there were no flames, just gas.

She opened everything up, called us.

- Too late.
- A good half-hour, I'd say.

I was out longer than I meant to be.

What do you think
might have happened?

Have you had trouble
with that fire before?

No, never.

Do you think a draught might have
blown the flames out?

There weren't any in that room.

Henry was fanatical about them.

- But I thought he liked fresh air.
- That's different.

A draught meant a way out for heat.
(CRIES)

I'm sorry.

- He wouldn't have opened a window?
- No.

Not when he had the fire on.

I shouldn't have been so long.

(CAR PULLS UP)

It's Philip Bernard.

Oh.

I phoned his hotel.
I don't think I can face him now.

I...

- I'm very sorry, Mr Bernard.
- You're sorry?

Is that all you can say?

- We haven't completed our...
- Enquiries?

What good have your enquiries been,
Sergeant?

I told you what was happening
and now he's dead!

I realise that.

I was trying to protect him.
None of you took it seriously.

You will when I take you up
for negligence!

Will you calm down for a minute,
please?

- I know it's been a shock.
- Not so much as you might think.

It's no surprise at all.

- Who opened the windows?
- Lisa Reynolds.

My father always kept them
firmly closed and taped up in here.

I think she thought it worthwhile
breaking the rules

to let the gas out.

The gas fire couldn't have been
blown out.

We don't know it was blown out.

- You don't know much at all.
- Which means?

I told you what was happening.

We can hardly go round
accusing people of murder!

I'd have thought
that's exactly what you could do.

The son came to see me. He's got
every bloody right to be suspicious.

We found that in a couple of hours.

What else is there?

So she worked at Bournemouth.

- And Winchester and Hastings.
- So what?

They're all old people's homes.

For God's sake!
Perhaps she likes old people.

Especially ones with money.

Listen, Philip Bernard
is bitter as hell

because he thinks his old man
has cut him out of his will.

Now, isn't that all it's about?

- Perhaps you'd better find out.
- Then what?

Read that and you won't need to ask.

All right.

Page four. Winchester.

One of her patients was an old man
who died from an overdose.

It says self-administered.

That's what it says,
but he left her all his money.

£1,300?

OK. His wife's still living.
Why didn't she get it?

Perhaps he didn't like her!

You can't think that Lisa Reynolds
killed for £1,300.

I don't think anything,
but you'd better check it.

- Hello, Barney.
- Hi.

I'll be on my way.
Unless you offer me a drink.

I don't keep it in the house.
You know that.

- Good night.
- Good night.

He could have had some of my cognac.

Yeah, your cognac, not mine.

- Besides, it's no good for him.
- Why?

Makes him want to stay.

Pressure's fine.

The housekeeper said she came in
to speak to him before she went out,

so she would have pushed
this draught excluder away.

Yeah.

- It's very strong.
- Wouldn't have blown this out.

Come and watch this fire.

- You watching?
- Yup!

Flame's gone?

- Yeah.
- Now what's happening?

You turned the mains off.

Close down the supply. No gas,
no flames. Turn it on again...

Simple, isn't it?

Except for one thing.
I thought gas was no longer lethal.

Ah. The gas we supply
is heavier than air.

If there's an escape,
it sinks to floor level,

then out of any gaps it can find.

Like under this door?
Unless it was blocked.

The draught excluder
must have been in place.

Even with everything else tightly sealed,
there's still the flue.

- Unless that was blocked up too.
- I've checked it. It isn't.

It doesn't tell me
how the gas kills.

If there's a build-up of gas
that can't escape,

the oxygen is pushed upwards
as the gas collects.

If that happened in here, the only air
left would be up on the ceiling.

- So they'd suffocate?
- Unless they had a step-ladder.

There it is.

What could block it? A bird's nest?

Yeah, but a nest
doesn't disappear overnight.

How about a loose brick?

There's nothing blocking it. Sorry.
Excuse me.

Hold that.

- How about that?
- Yeah. Anything like that.

- Just through the main door?
- Yes, sir.

WOMAN: Good morning.
Pomme d'Or Hotel.

- Another drink, sir?
- No, thanks.

Then it has to be Lisa Reynolds.

No, it doesn't.

It couldn't be the son. He was with you.

Oh, come on, Barney! It's too easy,
isn't it? She's not stupid.

If she wanted to be found out,
she couldn't have done a betterjob.

She wasn't so clever in Winchester.

We don't know what happened in Winchester.

- I'll find out tomorrow.
- Meanwhile?

What?

I think you should pick her up
and hold her.

- On what grounds?
- Have you seen the will?

I don't care what the will says.

If you wanna hold her, you can hold her,
but she won't tell you a thing.

- Hello, Charlie.
- Hello, Jim.

Don't tell me,
you've been putting in a bid

for Henry Bernard's house,
haven't you?

Just putting out feelers.

Couldn't you wait
till they buried him?

You never did understand business, Jim.

It's the funeral tomorrow
and you will have to read the will then

whether you like it or not, won't you?

- Not until then.
- But I have to know now.

I'm sorry.

You know Lisa Reynolds
is about to become a murder suspect?

What?

Philip Bernard thinks Lisa Reynolds
killed the old man for his money.

I have to know if that's a possibility.
You'd be doing me a favour, and her.

If you tell anyone
I jumped the gun on a will,

I'll personally run you
off the island.

Not a word.

Lisa Reynolds is the sole beneficiary.

- She gets the lot?
- Everything.

- That's not what I wanted to hear.
- Then you shouldn't have asked.

Miss Reynolds?

I must ask you to come with me
to the police station

to answer some questions in regard
to the death of Henry Bernard.

- It's all right. I'll be with you.
- Not just now, sir.

You may get some things, if you wish.

What about the house?

I'll see that's taken care of.

Thank you.

WOMAN: We were sorry when she left.
She was good with the patients.

- BERGERAC: Anyone in particular?
- We all have our favourites.

There was one she was
especially kind to.

If you mean Mr Boursnell, she earned
every penny of that money he left.

The number of times she bought
his tobacco and things like that.

Mrs Boursnell?

Here's someone come to talk to you
about Miss Reynolds.

- Lisa? Is she coming back?
- I'll leave you to it.

I don't know where this goes.

How about there?

Oh, thank you.

Mrs Boursnell, I'd like to talk
to you about your husband's will.

That's over and done with, isn't it?

He changed it, didn't he?

That was my idea.
I didn't need the money.

They look after us very well here,

and my daughter sends me a bit
now and then.

I said I didn't want it.

Lisa was always doing things for him.

What was all the fuss about, then?
There were stories in the paper.

Some busybody here, I expect.

You know what old people are like.

If it comes to a fight, surely we can
show he was mentally unstable.

Henry was of sound mind, memory
and understanding,

both when he made the will and,
I think, at the time of his death.

So you're out of luck on that score.

If the Reynolds woman is found guilty,
what happens then?

Of course she'll be found guilty,
there's no other possible verdict.

Something still has to be proved.

- They may decide it was an accident.
- The estate is held in escrow.

Which means nothing can be touched

until the death has been cleared up,
one way or the other.

And afterwards?

If you contest the will,
it could go on for years.

We wouldn't be prepared
to wait years.

If you couldn't sort it out sooner,

we'd have to look for
someone who could.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes?

Hungerford?

You know a Mr Hungerford?

Local millionaire. He may want to discuss
the purchase of your father's property.

He's already approached me.

There's nothing you can do now,
but he understands that.

He can't talk to Lisa Reynolds
where she is.

- Why did you lift Lisa Reynolds?
- She hasn't been charged yet.

You haven't got any evidence.

Oh, leave it, Jim. I've enough
on my hands sorting this lot out.

BERGERAC: Nothing like a good crash,
is there?

Cadillac rams police car.
It could only happen here.

That's her third pile-up in a year.

- Her insurance company must love her.
- Her husband owns the insurance company.

About Lisa Reynolds,
you can forget about Winchester.

- What?
- You were wrong.

Henry Bernard's son...

Is bitter
because he was left out of the will.

He's furious because
you let his old man be done in.

We don't know
if she knew about the will.

She knew!

So why kill him
if she was going to inherit?

He might have lived to a ripe old age
or changed his mind again!

Sorry we can't be more helpful.
Nothing we'd rather do.

Pity.

If and when everything's sorted out,
had you a figure in mind?

It'll take a bit of working out.

The place has been neglected.
The house will have to be demolished.

Did you know Father, Mr Hungerford?

We nodded occasionally.
That were about all.

He kept himself
pretty much to himself.

He'd become very strange, I'm afraid.

It might be necessary to challenge
the terms of my father's will

because of his mental state.

Really? I didn't know
he were that far gone.

He seemed to have all his marbles
when I saw him.

Still, you never can tell.

Let's get back to business.

About the house and grounds.

Aren't we rushing things a bit,
in view of what you've just said?

I don't suppose there's any hurry.

Since Philip and I are both here.

How financially strong is this syndicate?

Can we meet and discuss your plans
for the redevelopment?

Of course.

- (KNOCK AT DOOR)
- CHARLIE: In?

Hey, Jim.

Do you know what time it is?

Oh, come on, Jim.

He should be working outside,
Mr Hungerford.

Moved in permanently now, have you?

No, only at weekends.

Hello, Charlie.

Don't think you ought to bring
my granddaughter back here.

Why not? It's a nice place.

Kim might make the same mistake
that I did.

What mistake's that?

I thought that were you
in the bed in there.

I don't think that's funny.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

What have you come for?

Something I thought might interest you.

- Henry Bernard's house.
- You've bought it?

It isn't for sale yet,
but it will be, sooner or later,

and it'll go for next to nothing.

He needs the cash.

- Who does?
- The son, Philip.

- You're joking.
- He's itching to do a deal.

It's not his place to sell.

He thinks it will be.
Philip Bernard is stuck for cash.

So with the chief beneficiary in jail
and his tongue hanging out...

You crafty old bird!

How do you think I got where I am?

Nose, Jim.

I've been making a few enquiries about
that construction company he was with.

It turns out that
a couple of years ago

the silly fool staked everything on
a hydroelectric scheme in Africa.

What happened?

Politics. The government changed.
The new regime refused to pay up.

- Was he involved personally?
- Up to his eyeballs.

My London contact tells me
he's flat broke.

Jim, there's a phone call for you.

- Mr Dubree, the lawyer.
- OK.

- Thanks for the information, Charlie.
- It's good news for our syndicate.

Do you want some coffee,
Mr Hungerford?

That used to be my shirt.

Dubree's got a message from Lisa Reynolds.
She wants me to visit her.

- Isn't she Barney's responsibility?
- It's me she wants to see.

There's a few questions
I want to ask her too.

OK.

If it helps any,
I don't believe you killed him.

Thanks. You started it all.
You listened to Philip.

There are times one has to make inquiries.

See where it got me.

There were suspicious circumstances.

Like Henry's will?

All £3.5 million of it.

- I mean, why leave it all to you?
- Because he wanted to?

It would have been the house
and a few bob in the bank,

but to cut out his son and daughter
completely from the will?

No matter how much he hated them.

I don't think he did hate them.
Not really.

I was going to settle money on them.
He knew that.

He just couldn't bring himself to ask me.

When he left me everything, he said,
''Do what the hell you like with it.''

That's what he said.

What he meant was, ''Look after them.''

Did you know Philip
has financial problems?

Philip? Nonsense.

Better off than his father ever was...
But he must be.

Henry always said how well Philip
was doing. He used to get angry.

Pity he didn't know the truth, isn't it?

- What about the sister?
- Joan?

I hardly knew her.
Henry never mentioned her.

She married well,
but he didn't like her husband.

He didn't talk to her?

I was the only person he talked to
in the family.

But you're not in the family, are you?
That's why you're in the mess you're in.

I am part of the family.

I'm Henry's daughter.

My mother told me
just before she died.

I came to see him. She thought
he might like to know about her.

He'd already split with
his legitimate children by then.

I was on my own.

I suppose he felt guilty.

He wanted to take on the responsibility
he'd avoided before.

I didn't want to embarrass him.

I stayed, but we told everybody
I was his housekeeper.

Do Philip and his sister
know about this?

No. Nobody knows.

Not even his solicitor.

BARNEY: Where's her proof?.

She's got a batch of letters
from Henry to her mother.

- Where?
- At her house.

OK, so Lisa is his daughter.

Yeah.

That doesn't mean
she didn't kill him, though.

Files are full of murders
in the family.

Jim, it's Frankie for you.

Thanks.

Hello, Frankie.

I checked on that day for you, Jim.
And you were quite right.

Yeah? What about the hotels?

I found it. A small hotel at La Roc.

Do you want the name in the register?

Yeah.

Mrs J Brown.

BERGERAC: Thank you very much,
Frankie.

Cheers.

Wonderful place, the tourist office.

Look, Barney, I need your help.

Do you feel like taking a chance?

I don't suppose
there's much here I'll want.

There's bound to be
a few bits and pieces, memories.

Ha! There are memories, all right.

It seems perfectly proper,
whatever the will,

that you should have
the odd sentimental object.

Possibly things that belonged to you
both in the first place.

Um... There's a small ormolu clock
of mine somewhere.

Belonged to my mother.

Good.

I'll leave you to it for an hour,
then I'll come back and lock up.

There's nothing.

Just keep looking.

(KNOCKING)

Philip!

- What's the matter?
- Lisa Reynolds.

Where?

Out there.

There's nobody there.

I'm sure it was her.
I'm sure it was her.

Let's go and check.

What's this?
Why have they let you go?

Are you enjoying yourselves?

Mr Dubree brought us here.

- To pick over the bones?
- That's not a nice way of putting it.

You're not very nice people.

This is my home,
and everything in it now is mine.

Don't let her goad you.

Into what?
Admitting that you killed him?

Don't worry. The police already know.

- How...?
- Shut up, Joan! Don't say anything.

It's all right. Mr Dubree organised this
so we could have a chat.

Though not without prejudice,
as the lawyers say.

I won't say a word
till Dubree gets back.

This is the receptionist
from the Hotel Caprice at Le Roc.

It's not as grand as it seems.

Quite tiny and discreet, actually.

- That her?
- Yes.

- Mrs Brown?
- Yes, it is.

Thanks. Off you go.

Mrs J Brown was staying
in that hotel for two days

before Henry Bernard's death.

That right, Mrs Hadley?

Then put on a great show of arriving
in an airport taxi at your brother's hotel

the day after the death.

Just flew in. Grief-stricken,
all that kind of thing.

- She did fly in...
- No, she didn't.

Not into Jersey, not on that day.
There was an air-traffic control strike.

Total shutdown for 24 hours.

You turned the gas off
and then on again, and you had an alibi

because you were with me.

Great pity about the will, though.
Did it all for nothing.

I didn't kill him.

I didn't touch the gas!

- Accomplice...
- Philip, that's your father's gun.

Why don't you go to hell?!

Bergerac!

(RIFLE CLICKS)

She doesn't deserve the money.

She doesn't deserve anything.

Do you know who she is?

She's Henry Bernard's daughter.

What are you talking about?

She's the old man's daughter.

I don't believe you.

She's got as much right
to the money as you.

She's your sister.

- No-ooo!
- (GUN FIRES)

Oh, Jesus.

I tried to tell him.

We never use that gun.

Pity he did.