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Stay! Stay! Stay! Freeze!

(Barney ) Two minutes, 15 seconds.

- (Laughing) - (Officer) Wasn't bad.

- (Jim ) Those terrorists were terrified. - They're still terrified - look.

(Barney ) Tougher opposition next time? (Jim ) Next time I have a morning off

the only exercise I'll do is stretching in bed.

- (Officer) Leg all right, Sergeant? - (Jim ) Yeah, it's all right.

- You were great. - I thought so.

- It's just like I see it on television. - Well, it was meant to be.

Come and join the heroes in a drink.

(Car horn blares )

Transport!

That thing? Where'd you get it? Off the scrapheap?

It'll do for a few days. Sid let me have it for nothing.

And what happens when it rains?

You can do without that now.

This ruddy draft will be the death of me.

It's draughty at sea.

That's different.

Here.

You ought to have worn a jacket.

We're not going for tea and muffins with him, Mum.

- You should have phoned him. - What for?

To make sure that he's going to be there!

What, put him on his guard?

Anyway it's bank holiday weekend. He's bound to be at home.

(Man over PA) And I know that the people of this island

and those of you who are tourists wiLL want to give generously.

And we are indeed grateful to Mr Hungerford

for so kindly making available this lovely garden.

And now, without any more ado,

I declare this worthy fete weLL and truLy open.

Thank you very much.

(Whispers ) Where the bloody hell's Kim?

(Whispers ) Jim promised to have her back in time.

Mr Charles high-and-mighty Hungerford is going to have to pay up.

He's got plenty, and we're only asking for what's rightfully owed.

Pity we didn't put the screws on him at the time.

I was still thinking like a chauffer then, confidential like.

Funny, isn't it? He gives me the sack...

And me, your poor mother.

I should have realised I had all the ammunition I required,

all those trade secrets whispered in my ear for 18 months.

(Mum ) Expected to keep it under your cap.

(Man ) Cheating, fiddling, shady company deals, tax avoidance, even on Jersey. (Chuckles )

That's the spirit, Eric. Now you sound more like your father.

- You left him when I was ten. - Never mind that.

Now you just tell that Charlie Hungerford a thing or two straight in his face.

We're very grateful to you, Your Excellency,

and your good lady, for honouring us with your presence.

I'm delighted to officiate. Very good turn out.

Yeah, my... daughter, Deborah, and her committee

have been working like slaves this week.

- Very well done indeed. - As far as this family is concerned,

we don't count the hours spent on good causes.

Oh, quite, quite.

Oh, dear! I do believe you've missed the opening ceremony.

(Chuckles ) Only the lieutenant governor's boring speech.

What's the old man up to? He's never had a garden féte before.

He said it was time he did more for the Jersey community.

(Jim chuckles )

I wish you'd change your mind and come in, Dad.

I've got to get the shopping.

It's different today, we're open to the public.

No. Here. Spend this for me, would you?

- Kim, where have you been? - Sorry, Deb, it's all my fault.

- It was great... - You guaranteed she'd be back.

She was supposed to present the bouquet!

- Look at you. - I'll go and change. Bye, Dad.

Watch that fiver for me, love.

You always managed to mess things up, don't you?

Who curtsied with the bouquets, Charlie?

Hey, I love the hat.

You could hang glide on that, couldn't you?

I told you you should have phoned.

- What do we do now? - Go on into the car park.

I can't tackle him with all these people around.

Drive in, you're making us conspicuous.

(Car horns )

Hey! Do you want to go in or don't you?

Let it roll, let it roll, is it yellow, is it gold?

What's it going to be, it's going to be green. It's going to be green.

(Man ) All right, let's have some more money on.

- Ah, hello there, Lil. - Hello, Charlie.

That's a right royal walk you've got there.

Eh? Ah. Got you roped in as well, have they?

Freely donated by The Royal Barge. Everything fresh. Lovely oysters.

Do we get a pearl?.

No, but you might get a better sex life.

Ah, very good.

Well put a couple dozen in His Excellency's car will you, Lil?. In the boot.

Thank you, very much.

- You'd never have gone through with it. - Yes, I would.

Dr Caffner was right.

You said you would not pick on me, you promised.

"Always stopping at life's fences, always out the race." That's how he put it.

The only thing stopping me is that we've come at the wrong moment.

I wonder.

It's easy.

I wish you'd stop reading them thrillers, Mum.

Well, this crowd milling around, it's the ideal cover, isn't it?

You're saying I just wander in and knock something off?

- Well, you know your way around. - Steal what?

- I've still got it in my head. - In your head?

It's one thing you've always had, Beatrice, my girl,

a ruddy good memory.

Almost photographic you might say.

- What are you talking about? - The combination of the safe.

He could never remember the numbers

and when I cleaned his study,

I used to see this bit of paper in one of the drawers of the desk.

I used to open the safe myself some times, just for the hell of it.

You never told me that.

No, well, I didn't want you to think that your mum was dishonest.

He often keeps big sums of money in there. I've seen thousands.

How much would I take?

A year's wages for the both of us, what he never paid on severance.

- That's fair enough, isn't it? - Where will you be?

I think I'll have my fortune told, see if I've come into money.

(Door opens )

Honeyman.

It is you, Eric!

Kim! I was wondering if I'd see you. How do you do?

- Still wear your gloves? - Yes, for driving.

- What a nice surprise. - Mm. Isn't it?

Grandad's not here, he's busy with the féte.

Yes, I saw him.

I thought Grandad didn't like you. Or Mrs Honeyman.

Right... but that's all in the past, you still like me, don't you?

- What were you doing in the house? - Can you keep a secret?

- I'm here with my mum. - Honeybee?

We came back to Jersey for a little holiday.

Saw you'd a féte, just had to pop in.

Couldn't resist having a... peep in the house for old times' sake.

Would like to see Honeybee again?

Hello, Kim.

- Mrs Honeyman? Honeybee, it's me! - Kim! Kim, my little Kim.

Well I never! Let's look at you.

Oh, you must have grown at least a foot taller since I saw you last time.

Kim and I ran into each other... at the house.

I thought he was a burglar at first.

- I told her we were just visiting. - We've got a boat.

Like Grandad's?

No, it's much more fun than that, used to be a fishing boat.

- We bought it to live on after we left here. - Would you like to see it?

- I'll take you there now. - Mummy's expecting me.

That's all right, won't take a moment.

(Eric) You're getting the hang of it now, aren't you?

(Eric hums A Life On The Ocean Wave )

You didn't know I was a sailor as well as a chauffeur, did you?

- Can we turn back now? - In a moment.

I'll be in trouble! I didn't realise you'd cast off, Eric.

Just hold her steady, I'll go and see what's happened to that tea.

I remember this, his Egyptian necklace.

- His? - Hers. The late Mrs Hungerford.

He bought it for her, and he's always kept it out of sentiment.

The only worthwhile thing in the safe. I used my initiative.

Yeah. Gold and jade. That ought to fetch a few thousand.

Yes, that'll do us.

- What are going to do with Kim? - She didn't see you pinch it.

What if she tells him I was in the house?

Why don't we drop her off somewhere round the island,

and then we can go to France and sell the necklace there.

- What then? - We sell this rotten old hulk too, if we can.

Be able to afford a decent car, maybe even a caravan.

I've always wanted to see the Mediterranean that way.

I'm fed up with boats.

Hello, to what do I owe the honour?

I'm sorry to bother you Jim, is she here?

- No, Frankie went back... - No, I meant Kim.

Kim?

We've searched at the féte for her, called her through loudspeaker, she isn't there.

Well she's not been around here. Look, why don't you come inside?

- Are you sure? - Yeah, there's no one there.

Come on!

First time I've seen your place. Small.

But it's cosy.

- What happened with the girlfriend? - Nothing happened.

Oh? Rebound didn't last?

She went back to France in December and decided not to come back, all right?

You never told me.

Better luck next time.

Oh, thank you very much. You're not really worried about Kim, are you?

She probably met a mate and wandered off.

I've tried two or three houses, she's not there. I'm going to try some others.

There's no point panicking yet. If she comes around, I'll give a ring.

It could be a sulk. Thanks to you I was rather rough on her.

Oh thanks, blame me.

She's your daughter as well as mine!

(Engine spluttering)

Give him time. Eric's always been good with engines.

They'll be wondering where I am by now.

You let Honeybee do all the worrying.

- We'll have you ashore in no time. - Grandad will be furious.

Still got a temper, has he? A bit of a short fuse?

Never mind, we used to have some fun, didn't we?

Do you remember the time when your grandad and your mum were in the West Indies,

we had the disco in the garage and Eric fixed up all those lights?

Happier days. Pity we weren't considered suitable.

Mummy said you took things. And Eric's dangerous driving.

Just a few tiny scrapes.

- How long have you lived on a boat? - A couple of months.

It's very difficult for us, you know, Kim.

For reasons best known to himself,

Mr Hungerford didn't give me or Eric a reference.

Nobody wants you without one. Then Eric had a little spell in hospital.

- What was the matter? - Just a bit of minor trouble with his nerves.

- (Eric) Ah! It's no good. - Can't you get it started?

No, the shaft bearing's faulty, needs replacing.

- Are we stuck here? - I'm afraid so.

Haven't you got a radio like Grandad?

- That's our radio, when it works. - Couldn't we send up a rocket?

We don't carry any.

Here. Hold on to his wool for a minute, love, while I have a word with Eric.

And cheer up!

We've got to get away, Mum, we've got to get rid of her.

Not just yet.

We can't go anywhere.

We can't put up sails, can we?

I suppose you think we can row to France.

You're not being very helpful.

Not taking a positive mental attitude like I'm always being told to.

- Can you get the parts you want ashore? - I could, if we had the money.

- We've got the necklace! - Sell it on Jersey? Don't be daft.

Sell a bit of it. Them two gold bits on the end.

Any jeweller will buy gold at its weight.

That ought to cover the price of your part.

Deborah?

Are you in there, Deborah?

Deb...

Why couldn't Eric have taken me with him?

He's going to sail back round to the harbour for the car.

It's a bit choppy, we wouldn't want it capsizing with you in it, would we?

- Your mother's necklace is gone! - It's Kim I'm worried about.

What went wrong with that new alarm system?

To hell with your alarm and the necklace! The féte's nearly over and Kim's still missing.

Do you reckon she opened the safe?

- (Phone ) - Yes?

Debbie? Any news?

No. I can't find her anywhere. And something else has happened.

Can you come over?

Hmm. Pieces from a larger item of jewellery, aren't they?

Necklace, but it got broken. It's a family heirloom, Egyptian.

Oh, yes indeed, yes.

Wouldn't have belonged to Nefertiti?

Who?

Nefertiti. One of the ancient queens of the Nile.

It's just the kind of thing that used to grace her unusually long neck, of course,

in gold and precious stone.

Never mind about the history of it, how much would those be worth?

They're worth nothing, I'm afraid.

You mean without the rest of it?

I doubt whether the whole lot would be worth more than... a few bob.

Real old hole-in-the-wall Arab copy.

It's just ordinary metal coated over. Do you want me to scratch it?

- It's a fake? - Yeah.

I remember those from my days in the 7th Army.

The wogs made them by the thousands from military scrap.

Flogged them back to the troops.

Thank you.

You're a bit late, Jim.

It doesn't make sense!

Why would Kim open the safe and take that necklace?

The fact is it's gone.

More important is her, and I'm dammed if we can find her.

It will be dark soon, God, I'm really worried about her now.

- Come on. - There'll be a simple explanation.

Yeah, yeah. Tell me about the necklace, Charlie.

It belonged to Deborah's mother. It was just a trinket, but it meant more than that.

I gave it to her after the war. I bought it in Alexandria.

- Perhaps she wanted to show it to somebody. - She could have asked me.

Kim's in some kind of trouble. I know it. She wouldn't just disappear like that.

Can't you do something instead of going on about that bloody silly necklace?

My mother never liked it anyway.

- It's junk. - What do you mean junk?

Them bits I took, and the rest of it. Pure tin.

"Bazaar gold", he called it. He'd have laughed fit to bust if I told him where it came from.

What are you laughing at? I might have known it! A barrow boy like Charlie Hungerford.

So it's all been for nothing? Where's Kim?

In the cabin, she fell asleep.

Well we've nothing to gain by keeping her here. We better just let her go.

What? Sit here waiting to be arrested? You're acting stupid again.

Mum! Anyhow, I've just realized who her father is.

He's only a detective sergeant.

Stop check all traffic within a 5 mile radius of the Hungerford home

and all patrol cars to go off route.

Keep a special lookout.

It's Kim Bergerac. Aged 11.

She's wearing a maroon dress, with geometric design, maroon shoes,

white ankle socks, and she has a gold watch on.

Thanks, Harry, you're a pal. Hello, Barney, you're not on tonight?

- Yes, we are, we heard. - Anything we can do?

- How long has she been gone? - She was last seen about three o'clock.

Just over five hours.

- You don't think I'm... - Come off it, Jim.

You don't think Kim took this necklace, do you?

I don't know.

I mean, why take it this afternoon, when there's a féte on?

I mean, Deborah's been to all her friends and there's nothing.

Suppose she was forced to open the safe?

By whom? Why should they assume a kid would know the combination?

Somebody did.

- The alarm system was off? - The bloody thing just didn't work.

Charlie checked it, there was a fault or something.

(Jim ) Look, I know what it looks like.

A missing necklace, and a missing girl all adds up to a familiar case, doesn't it?

But I know Kim, she wouldn't do a thing like that.

There's got to be some other explanation, doesn't there?

Well, we might as well see it through.

- Ransom? That's kidnapping. - No, it not, it's extortion.

How much are we going to ask for?

Something worthwhile for all our trouble.

Not just a year's severance pay, but with in-built inflation.

- Say...100 quid a week, each. - That's more than double our wages.

5,000 each. 10,000 all told, in used notes.

Now we've got to do this properly. There. Here it is.

First-rate kidnap, Bargain In Blood.

Ooh, it had me hooked from start to finish, as they say.

Yes, got it all in here, all the stages.

First the phone call, then the object belonging to the kidnapped person,

- warning about police intervention. - They might have read it.

Please, take me home. You're being very silly.

Not silly! But I will admit that Eric's been a bit naughty.

I know. He's a thief! I found this.

It was Honeybee's idea. I just took it to even things up.

We did not, unfortunately, strike gold with it.

- It's precious to Grandad. - And so are you, dear.

And our livelihood was precious to us.

The song says everything is beautiful in its own way.

Even Eric is beautiful!

And everything is also precious, precious. Can I have your watch, please?

It was very good of you to turn out on Saturday night.

Not at all, sir.

But it's a bit much. Over a thousand pounds for an alarm system that fails first time it's needed.

This wasn't deactivated when the theft took place?

Well, it's switched on now and it's not ringing.

Yeah. I see what you mean.

Maybe I should have gone to one of the big firms. They said you were good.

I'm the millionaire's friend.

Bound to have second thoughts about those office alarms though.

- Did you loose much out of the safe? - No, not really.

Security is very much on our minds.

- One of my family's disappeared. - To do with the robbery?

I don't know what the hell it's to do with.

Don't worry about it, sir, I'll work on it this weekend.

Check up those perimeter points too,

cause they were switched off today for the féte.

- (Alarm ) - (Phone )

- Hello? - (Phone beeps )

- Mr Hungerford? - Yes.

I hope this caLL is not being intercepted.

Who is this?

Never mind who. Listen carefully. We have Kim.

If you doubt us, Look in your garage.

She is quite safe

and will be returned to you when you pay a sum of money.

How much?

You wiLL receive fuLL instructions tomorrow.

But remember, do not - repeat, do not involve the police in this, is that clear?

- Yeah, but listen, I... - (Phone goes dead)

God. I hope she's all right.

They won't have harmed her, will they?

No, Kim will be all right, just as long as they get the money.

What sort of figure could it be?

She said we'd be told tomorrow. They seem to be well organised.

Why Kim? Why us?

Because you're rich, you brag about it enough.

I'm not all that rich.

You should have taken out that kidnap insurance when it was offered.

The usual... whatever juice for Jim.

This is one time he could do with a stiff drink.

Looks like he could use one, what's up?

Keep it under your sparkling hat, but it's Kim, she's missing.

Missing?

She disappeared during the féte. Nobody...

- But I saw her leaving.

- Jim? - Yeah?

- I saw her leaving. - You did?

She went passed my stall, with a man, towards the car park.

What man?

- Well I didn't quite see him clearly. - Can't you tell us anything?

Well, not really. I called out to her, but she didn't hear me.

(Sighs ) If I'd have known that was why you were in a hurry when I saw you.

- Lil, think, anything. - Casual dress...

- er... fair hair. - Age?

Thirties.

I'm sorry, that's all, except that Kim seemed OK.

She must have known the man.

Horatio might have seen her. He was parking the cars.

Horatio?

Jim! What a lovely surprise! I didn't see you.

- You know Kim? - Well, of course I know her.

Did you see her leave the féte in a car?

Car? Some car! Old wreck more like.

Who was in it besides Kim?

Man driving. And do you know what...

Lil, round of drinks.

Later, later. Tell us about the man.

He was wearing black gloves, like a chauffeur.

- Or a burglar. - Chauffeur in that car.

There was just Kim and this man?

- And an older woman. - Can you describe them for us?

Afraid not, Jim, just the car. Boneshaker. French job. Citröen.

Are you sure?

Used to own one before I lost my... ability to drive.

Citroen deux cheveaux. 2CV, that means "two horses".

Stop it, Kim! What are you playing at?

It was Morse saying "help, help." We did it at Guides.

Honeybee will be furious. She'll blame me!

- Blames me for everything. - You're too easily lead, Eric.

Don't you try to get round me that way.

You didn't want to do this, did you? Your mother makes you do things.

No, she don't.

I externalise my own true feelings, forming my own behaviour patterns.

- What does that mean? - That's what the psychiatrist...

Is that why you were in hospital?.

How'd you know about that? Has she been telling you?

Only that you weren't well. I thought...

Eric, what's going on?

She was signalling, Mum, to the shore.

Ha! There isn't even a hedgehog about this cove.

That's Jim.

Now, listen, I've had to promise, no police so don't you say a word.

Jim wouldn't surely, he's Kim's father for God's sake!

And he's a policemen who can't leave things alone.

Now do as I say, Deborah.

We want to get Kim back safe and sound, don't we?

(Alarm )

Alarm's a bit bloody pointless now, isn't it?

Any news yet?

Close the door, will you, Charlie?

Have you heard anything?

- (Charlie ) No. - No.

Kim left the fete with a youngish fellow

uh, fair-haired, in his early thirties, and with an older woman.

- Apparently of her own free will. - She did?

- Does that description mean anything to you? - That's not much of a description.

They drove off in a beaten-up 2CV without the canvas top.

- There's an alert out for the car. - Is that wise?

Inexperienced flatfoots tangling with kidnappers?

- Kidnappers? - They've abducted her obviously.

We don't know that yet.

Have you been contacted?

- Not a word. - Debbie?

- If you endanger Kim's life... - That's exactly what we wouldn't do, Jim.

- You making a decent job of that? - Very artistic.

I used to cut up magazines and newspapers in hospital.

Therapy montage.

There you are,

10,000 to be left as instructed

and to await a phone call to say that Kim has been released.

And no police. Just Hungerford to bring the money on his own.

I haven't put when yet.

24 hours after that note is received, say... Monday at noon.

Just one thing though. How do we get this to them?

We can't wrap it round a brick and throw it over the garden wall,

it's too risky to go near the house.

It's all in the book. You just use your personal knowledge.

- Of what? - What day is it?

Sunday.

And what is always delivered at Hungerford's of a Sunday morning?

(Whistling)

Here, you! You're a big strong boy. Come and give us a hand, come on.

Get round there and see what's happened at the front.

(Honeybee ) Is it bashed in? Don't try and move it, dear.

Now, what's it like? Has it had a bash?

Hungerford? What's the point in putting a tail on him?

We're trying to find Kim and the people in that car.

I trust Charlie and my ex-wife as far as I could throw them.

Why?

Terry, just follow him wherever he goes. I can't do it, they know me.

Dorinda!

I thought you were working.

- I am, I'm working overtime up here. - Oh, leave off.

If it comes off, we could shut up shop

and leave the island for a while. Not bother to pay the bills, never come back.

Leave this dump? Are you serious?

Look here. You see this piece of paper?

It's like a blank cheque waiting to be cashed.

- What is that? - A ransom note. Here, read that.

- Who's Kim? - His grandaughter.

Ten grand?

Correction, add another nought. 100,000.

A new note for Hungerford, only he won't know.

It's a change of dropping place for the money, earlier time.

- Then you collect? - If the coast's clear

and Hungerford's doing as he's told for the sake of the girl.

I get 90,000. Imagine that, L90,000,

and I deliver the 10,000 to the original venue.

Why do you want to do that? Why not just take the lot?

It is perfect insurance against ever getting caught.

I shop the kidnappers, whoever they are,

and when the police want to know where the rest of the money is,

nobody will ever be able to sort it out.

- Why don't they get in touch? - They will.

- (Sighs ) I twice nearly called Jim. - No, you mustn't do that.

That would be foolish, we can do this without him, we've got to.

I'm going up to get dressed. Eat your breakfast.

Mr Le Fresnais, who put this under the door, this letter?

Dunno, sir. I was in the van, didn't see anybody.

Damn!

- What is it? - It's arrived.

How am I supposed to raise L100,000 over a bank holiday weekend?

Charlie, as your lawyer, I know how you like things done yesterday. But it is Sunday.

Ah! Well, this won't wait. Now, get in.

Read that.

Good Lord.

- Kim was snatched yesterday. - Have you told the police?

Bergerac knows she's missing, but not this.

- Don't you think you ought to tell him? - I'll pay up.

Deborah and I want to make sure that Kim's released without any trouble.

- You can never be sure with kidnappers. - Yeah, well let's get down to it.

I want L100,000 in notes by tomorrow.

Are you hoarding any large sums of cash in your safe?

No, nothing remotely like that.

- Could we get one of the banks to open? - Only in extreme circumstances.

What could be more extreme than this?

They know how much I'm worth.

However wealthy you are, no reputable bank will give you that kind of money,

out of hours, without questions.

If you tell them the truth, as you must, they'll inform the police.

- Why? - Whatever you may think, Charlie,

you'll be making them part of a criminal transaction.

I want that money, Roger. Any way you like.

Well, there might just be a way. Sell your foreign company bonds

and maybe a... chunk of that gilt-edge stock we're holding for you,

but it would involve a third party,

someone who could put it all together piecemeal and fast.

Who?

The cleverest finance broker in Jersey. I'll introduce you.

Get on to him now.

( d Gentle classical music)

(Charlie ) I've heard of Kimber Le Prevost, but I've never used your services.

Always done my own wheeling and dealing in business affairs, I'm known for it.

Indeed you are Mr Hungerford.

So you must have a good reason for wanting to come and see me.

You've caught me right in the middle of re-potting these.

Excuse me. The music's for them too.

I didn't want to say too much over the phone, but... it is rather urgent.

It's a bit unorthodox, not impossible.

- Will you take it on for Charlie? - For my grandaughter?

Money's just a hard figures on computer keys where my partnership's usually involved.

Same goes for our clients. You ought to know.

Jersey's teeming with millionaires who only ever keep loose change in their pockets.

- That's why I'm here, cap in hand. - I'd have to phone around.

You realise you're going to take a beating, don't you?

- Make it as painless as possible. - I don't care how cheap,

so long as you raise L100,000 in cash in 24 hours.

By the way, I... I didn't gather, are you Kimber or Le Prevost?

Neither, it was just a name we bought. My name is Bellshade.

You never told me that, Roger.

Would that make you... Norman Bellshade's daughter?

It would.

We were together on the board of Channel Bulk Commodities before the... unfortunate collapse.

I know, you got out and survived and he killed himself.

I were truly sorry about your father, Miss Bellshade, believe me.

I'm sure you were. He was, as they say, left holding the bag.

Well, I better get started.

- Rog? - Ah!

Give us a minute, will you?

Now, look, Jim, you and I may be old friends,

but interrupting me during a game is hardly cricket.

- Would you mind telling me what is going on? - Appertaining to what?

Charlie Hungerford is trying to raise money for Kim, isn't he?

You'll have to ask him.

I'm asking you, as a copper, and as a parent.

That puts me in a very difficult position.

How the hell do you think I feel?.

- The matter is up to Charlie. - Charlie!

Well, Deborah then.

- Have they had a ransom demand? - I'd rather not confirm that, Jim.

You and Charlie went to see a Marianne Bellshade?

- Mm. - Who is she?

Well I'm sure you can... discover that for yourself.

- How long have you been Hungerford's lawyer? - Three months, too soon to break his trust.

You're just frightened of losing his business.

We're like priests, doctors and detectives. We respect confidences.

But you seem to be keeping up with events pretty well

so I don't think you need to find out anything from me.

You understand?

Thanks.

- Here we are, Sunday lunch. - I don't want it!

Now that wasn't very nice of you, Kim dear.

Honeybee's lovely steak and kidney pie and Brussels, your favourite.

You know what? I think you're both mad.

I know it's a little unusual, David, and I can't go into the reasons now,

but if you are interested in picking up the stock...

OK, Marianne, come and see me at five.

Fine, thanks. Bye.

Excuse me? Don't you ever knock?

- Never on a Sunday. - Who are you?

James Bergerac. I know what you're doing for Charlie Hungerford.

- I've spoken to Roger Dubree. - And what did he tell you?

Don't give me a lecture about discretion.

I could give you one about barging into my office.

What's the ransom?

- How much? - How much may be hardly the point.

- Much more to the point is a family's wishes. - I'm Kim's father.

- And a policeman. - Yes, and I want information.

- Sorry, I don't think I can help you. - Why not?

Your wife and her father have a right to make their own decisions.

- Not without me, they don't. - Well, exactly.

What's between you and them is another matter. I'm just in between, so count me out.

That is called obstructing the police.

- Is it? - Yeah.

You're behaving like a lawyer, aren't you?

No, Sergeant, but there are certain cases

where police intervention is a question of choice.

Thank you very much.

- You sure it'll work? - Of course.

Come on, get on with some packing, there won't be time tomorrow!

She was right. Forget your job.

We all want the same thing, to get her back unharmed.

But you're going the wrong way about it, Charlie.

Money's not going to solve this one.

There are plenty cases where the police stand aside.

Lurking in the background maybe.

Using their judgment.

I don't see what's wrong with paying.

Do you remember a few years ago, in the Midlands, a rich family wanted to go it alone

and the kid was found strangled in a drain?

At least now you're... admitting it's happening.

Now how did they get through to you? Was there a phone call?. A note?

Oh come on!

Yes, it was a note.

I want to read it. Where, when, how much.

I say no, Jim. Deborah?

No. And the note's been destroyed.

You still got it? Tells you what to do, doesn't it?

You must have it!

You aren't going to know!

Jim. Can you tell us anything about this, Joe?

Come on, forensic genius, even on a Sunday night.

So you want to know why I'm in pyjamas at 9 o'clock?

Me and the wife never get out of bed on principle on a bank holiday.

- OK, go home, see you first thing. - Yeah, see you.

I'll sleep in my lab... and get divorced on Tuesday.

(Alarm clock beeping)

100,000.

- Well done. Have some breakfast. - No, thanks. You'll get our bill.

Did our Jim come to lean on you?

- I said it was nothing to do with me. - Well, you were quite right.

It wasn't your fault my father committed suicide.

No, I didn't... think so either. But thanks all the same.

He knew what to expect, so did I.

When I was Kim's age, he used to make me read the stocks and shares.

- Good luck. - Thanks.

Well, the fingerprints were all smudged.

And there's nothing to be got from the paper.

The message with the cut-up Letters, I spent aLL night on them.

- Did they tell you something? - Only when I steamed them off,

and cleaned the grip fix off the back.

Then I reaLised they aLL came from the same source.

What source?

Must have been a brochure of some kind.

- What, a... a holiday brochure? - No, that's the funny thing.

It's all about security, you know, safes, burglar alarms.

Right. Look, I'll be right over.

- Where is he? - What?

- Are you Mrs Le Fresnais? - What's it to you? What...

Cover up the goodies, will you? Get out of bed. Where's the girl?.

I don't know what you're talking about.

This is it.

- What did the ransom note say? - I don't know anything.

- Where was the money being left? - No idea. It's the truth.

We could try playing anagrams.

We've got the word "tower" here.

- Martello tower? - Which one? They're all over the place.

- Kempt. Kempton Park. - Kemp Tower?

- That's it! - OK, let's go, you stay with the girl.

(Man over radio ) Repeat, a bLue LeyLand Sherpa van with the name Le Fresnais Security.

(Tyres screech)

(Siren )

Time for you to go and get collect the money, Eric.

- Right. - It should be there by now.

As soon as Eric gets back, we'll be off, and off the island.

You'll be quite comfy here till we've phoned your grandad.

All right, below, this is the police. You're surrounded.

Come out quietly with your hands behind your head.

I repeat, you're surrounded.

Hands behind you're head. Come on.

Don't I know you?

We only wanted what was rightfully owed to us.

What, L100,000?