All language subtitles for Bergerac s02e03

My partners tell me
you're quite keen to charter her.

That depends.

The price is reasonable,
you'll not do better elsewhere.

It's more than I've been told to offer.
I'll have to go back and discuss it.

We can wait.

- How long has she been laid up?
- Only a few months.

- With this amount of rust on her?
- My company had another tug on the way

so there wasn't quite as much
maintenance done as usual.

But she's a good stout-hearted vessel,
not ready for the scrap yard yet.

Really?

What sort of tonnage
is the equipment you want to tow?

Well, if she's as strong
as you say she is, she'll cope.

Where exactly is this
geological work being done?

(Chuckles ) Well, apart from the fact
it's off Africa, it's a secret.

These oil men don't even tell me.
I'm just the man with the master's ticket.

If you want to look her over
a bit more, help yourself.

I've got important business to attend to.
Not more important than yours, mind.

- Election business.
- Oh.

(Engine starts )

- So what do you think?
- It's ideal.

If your man's prepared
to put up an extra 15,000.

He'll find it.
He won't like it, but he'll find it.

Hungerford asked one or two
leading questions.

- You kept your mouth shut, I hope.
- Oh, yes, yes.

I'd like to ask a leading question myself.

- Oh yeah?
- Who's running this?

Does he live in Jersey as well?.

Jersey is where he's arranging the finance.

- Gotcha!
- What?

- I'm feelin' your collar, sir. Come with me.
- Charlotte, I'm busy.

- A likely story.
- Come and have your ID picture taken.

- What's wrong with the old one?
- You look older.

- Thanks very much.
- It'll only take a few minutes.

You're the only one who hasn't had it done yet.

- (Jim groans )
- Go on.

(Chatting, indistinct)

With you in a tick, Jim.

(Jim ) Oh, come on, Julian,
one job at a time.

I'd have got this done quicker by
a rip-off merchant down on the front.

- He'll be kinder to your features.
- (Julian ) Right, Jim.

- You taking on extra washing?
- No.

Airport immigration are trying out a new toy.

Yeah? What is it?

Look straight into the lens,
would you, Jim?

It's a fixed motorised camera,
Japanese as usual.

Shutters its way through
an entire planeload of arrivals.

Just in case there's anyone worth checking on.

- Every passenger gets a mug shot?
- As they step off the aircraft.

- Smile, you're in Jersey.
- Jim, you're looking away.

At me, please.

Which one's that, the one Charlotte's got?

- A random flight from Rotterdam.
- Somebody you know?

Jim, I'm trying to flatter you. Chin up.

I trust you'll give me your vote. Thank you.

And you, madam?
Thank you very much.

Hello, sir. I hope you'll give me your vote,
your candid candidate.

Oh, well...

What do you think you're doing?
Do you want to draw one on there?

You'd better watch out
or I'll clip you round the ear!

Oh! Charming little fella
you've got there, madam.

I...I trust I can count on your vote.

If you're going into politics you have to be
more diplomatic, even to kids.

- Especially to kids.
- Damn it! I didn't see her, did I?

Great to see you again, Don.
I didn't know you were back.

- I only just arrived.
- Business or pleasure?

- I'd rather not say, Alec.
- Then you're sniffing out a story.

- Why else would you want the back numbers?
- Why else?

Easter time two years ago, you say?

(Chuckles ) What am I doing?

You know your way around as well as I do.
I'll leave you to it.

Thanks, Alec.

That's it.

- Wasn't that Donald Early?
- That's right, Tim.

- He used to work here.
- Before my time.

- Mm-hm.
- He made it big, didn't he?

The nationals, then Reuters?

What happened to him?
I haven't seen his by-line in years.

Same trouble as most of us in this game,
the bottle.

He ended up freelancing abroad,
mostly sensational crap for the gutter agencies.

(Man ) Fontaine's arrived.

Health centre? I thought
we were booked into a hotel.

Why take chances? We'll run this place
for an absentee landlord.

Director of physical culture.
Think of a better cover?

- Everyone here?
- Yep, Jan Mulder arrived this morning.

- Mulder, Dutchman?
- Yeah, you know him?

Everyone knows that bastard.
He's trouble.

He's the best in his field,
the same as you are.

Survival is more important than friendship.

You worry about the tug,
let me worry about the Dutchman.

Right, you'll spend the next few days
getting to know each other.

- (Mulder) How long will that be?
- A few days till the tug's settled.

I don't intend to remain here
cooped up like your health patients.

We don't want any trouble,
especially from you, Dutchman.

I'll second that.
You've got too short a fuse.

And a bloody long knife.

Start carving up anybody here
and we'll all suffer.

(Crozier laughs )

- Whose turn is it to fork out?
- Mine.

- Enjoyed your lunch?
- Even more when he pays.

- You seen that?
- That's new.

- Doesn't do me justice. Thank you very much.
- It isn't meant to.

(Charlie over megaphone )
This is your island, let me know what you think.

So come and meet me...

Never thought I'd see Charlie playing politicians.

If he gets in,
it will be poacher turned gamekeeper.

That could be an advantage.
Everybody has the odd wart.

- Not as many as Charlie, though.
- Yeah.

(Charlie ) At eight o'clock
in the St Martin's public hall.

After years on this island,
I reckon I know your problems

as well, if not better,
than the next man.

(Charlie ) But I don't expect votes
without proper tests...

(Continues, indistinct)

- (Lil) Donald!
- Hello, Lil.

- Didn't expect to see me, did you?
- I'd no idea you were in Jersey.

- Must be... ten years.
- Must be. Welcome back.

Is that all I get after so long?

- Can I get you a drink?
- Nope, no, never touch the stuff.

- Since when?
- Four or five years.

I should have learnt to live without it
before that.

You got married, didn't you?

That's right.
Married again, and divorced again.

- How about you?
- I never found anyone else.

- Listen, I can't talk now.
- When can I see you?

- I'm not certain that's a good idea.
- Tonight?

- Look, it's too sudden...
- Please?

All right. But I can't get away
till around nine.

Good. I'll collect you.

- Donald?
- Mm?

- What are you doing back home?
- Just visiting.

Then I... bumped into this story,
and it's a big one if I can crack it.

Thank you, Barrett.

The new one pound coin.

Beautiful, isn't it, Mr Fontaine?
And with Jersey markings.

Utterly useless beyond this island.

Nearly L20 she's made now.
Su-Li, that's a small fortune.

Remember, it always pays
to know someone's price.

(Speaks Asian tongue )

- You have everything you need, Mr Field.
- Yeah.

So about the tug deal.

Towers has checked her over,
she's very suitable.

But Hungerford and his directors
want a lot more than we're offering.

(Laughs ) Do they indeed?
I admire their insolence.

- How much more?
- 15,000 more.

Way beyond her real charter value.

I dare say, Mr Fontaine,
but we are in no position to bargain.

Time is short.

In any case, it's only a small part
of the cost to my... sponsors.

- (Bell tinkles )
- (Speaks Asian tongue )

- So, the group is all assembled?
- Yes, sir.

Tell me, is the Dutchman behaving himself?

Mulder? You did give me full responsibility
for making the choice.

Indeed, Mr Fontaine,
the responsibility was yours.

The success is my responsibility.

Eugene Field speaking. Yes. Put me through.

I'll arrange the finance through our consultant.
Tell Towers to complete the transaction.

Hello! And a very good day to you.

And to you, Mr Field.
What can I do for you?

Yes. Yes, that should be possible.

Progress?
I can report excellent progress.

The arrangements are going
very smoothly.

Yes, yes, the sum you require will be
available well within the deadline.

- (Approaching footsteps )
- Mm-hm. Certainly.

All right, Mr Field. Goodbye.

- Is he the man who's hired the villa?
- Yes.

What's he like?

Actually he gives me the creeps.
But he is a client.

(Charlie ) ...maintain our strength,

to retain our present island standards.

Each and every application
judged on its merit.

(Applause )

(Charlie ) Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Now, if I may just deal with
the other point,

the reason why I'm standing
for the post of Deputy is quite simple -

to serve this community.

To try to give back to Jersey
a little of what Jersey has given to me.

- Can I ask a question?
- Hey?

If elected, will the candidate
endeavour to throw light

on some of the shadier aspects
of life on this island?

I don't think I quite
understand your question, sir.

I'm talking about elements
that exploit the island,

that use it for undercover deals

that have consequences
far beyond these shores.

Well, I don't know
that we can discuss them, sir.

I mean, surely we are here
to talk more specifically

- about matters more closer to home.
- Very well, I'll be specific!

One of your companies, sir,
Channel Island Salvage.

- What about it?
- Are you absolutely satisfied

that all the vessels that you hire out
are used for reputable purposes?

That company, of which I am a director,
as indeed I am of several Jersey companies

is a public one, and open to scrutiny,

and I can assure you we only deal
in legitimate business.

And whilst I am offering myself
to you for election,

I am not prepared to stand up here
and take part

in what sounds suspiciously like the beginnings
of a nasty little smear campaign!

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
That concludes the meeting.

Thank you very much for coming.

I trust I can count on the votes of you all.

Thank you, good night.

What the hell was all that about?
Good night, Nick.

I don't know.

But you can't say you haven't been
in some shady deals.

In the past, maybe,
but always entered into in good faith.

I could do with something
stronger than that.

- Who was that muck-raker anyway?
- Didn't you recognise him?

- Of course I didn't!
- Donald Early.

Donald Early? What, the journalist?

Yes, you gave him a rough time
a few years ago.

I remember him now.

"Questing reporter" he called himself.

It was a vendetta, he was after my guts!

Nevertheless, you broke him,
he had to leave the island.

He did all right for himself, so I heard.
I did him a favour.

Maybe he doesn't see it that way.

Well, if he tries to dig up dirt
to get his own back on me,

he will have a fight on his hands.

And this time I'll break him
into even smaller pieces.

- Good night, madam, good night, sir.
- Good night.

- Mr Protheroe?
- Yes?

Donald Early.

- Good night.
- Good night.

So what can I do for you, Mr Early?

It's not so much what you can do for me,
it's more what I can do for you.

- You want to win this election, right?
- Of course.

Good. I've got some muck
on your opponent

that will rubbish him forever, as they say.

- I am not interested.
- You might be when you've heard it.

I don't want to hear it,
do you understand?

You won't be able to resist this, Mr Protheroe.

It will finish Hungerford,
and he knows it.

Good night, Mr Early,
you can get on your bike.

- We will have no Watergates here.
- Please yourself.

Same again, please.

- Mr Protheroe? BBC Radio Jersey.
- Oh, yes, of course, hello.

We're ready for you.
Shall we go through a few questions?

Yes, of course, with pleasure.

Here's Mr Hungerford. Just give us
a few moments, would you, please?

- Evening, Stan.
- Charlie.

- You have a good meeting?
- Packed.

Don't forget it's the votes that count.
Let me get you a drink.

- I'd like a large Scotch, please.
- Large Scotch for Mr Hungerford.

Charlie, do you know a man
called Donald Early?

Know him? Yes, I do.
That's why I need a drink.

He was at my meeting not so much asking
questions as making nasty insinuations.

Was he? He just left here
a few minutes ago after button-holing me.

Why?

He was offering me a bucketful of mud
to sling at you.

- Was he, by God?
- Oh, you needn't worry, Charlie.

I know we don't always see eye to eye,

and I hope you get a sound thrashing,

but dirt and smears are not in my line.
I told him to get out.

Thanks, Stan.

If I find that sleazy bastard,
he better watch out.

I'll kill him cheerfully.

- Thanks. Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Thought maybe you'd changed your mind. -
Wow. This is going to cost me a bit.

- I know just the place.
- I hope you weren't going to suggest here.

My chef's good, but this is work.

- Get your things.
- OK.

- Sure you don't want a drink?
- Yeah. Yeah, thanks.

- (Whispering) Lil?.
- Yes?

You see that bloke over there,
with the champagne, did you serve him?

- Only the first bottle.
- Is he English?

- No, foreigner.
- Dutch?

- Could be.
- He is. So I am right.

- About what?
- His name is Jan Mulder.

I know that look. You're not thinking about me,
you are after that damn story you talked about.

And it's a good one if I can get it.
I wonder where he's going.

Same old Donald. You're standing me up.

- I'll be back as soon as I can.
- Forget it.

- Hold it! What are you after?
- Nothing.

You'll have to do better than that, my friend.

- I think you followed me just now.
- Did I?

You were at the Royal Barge, I saw you.

Yeah, and I saw you too, Jan.

And I've seen you before, a long time ago,
and a long, long way away from here.

- Is that so?
- Hey...

(Donald grunts )

Good morning. Who is he?

Looks like he was knifed straight
through the heart, not a chance.

His papers give his name as Donald Early.

Oh, that's the man.
He's a journalist, or used to be. OK.

- One of our local lot?
- Yeah, until a few years ago.

You knew him?

Yeah. When I was married to Debbie.

He tried to do an investigation
on Charlie Hungerford.

Charlie more or less had him run off the island.

- How long has he been dead?
- A few hours.

Well, whoever did it
must have been a stranger.

He might as well have buried him
on a pedestrian crossing.

- You fool! You imbecile!
- I had no choice!

Choice? If you hadn't shown
your face outside

this wouldn't have happened.

We haven't started
and already you go cutting people up.

I think he leaves the island right now.

- Not without my money.
- No.

With a knife-happy cretin like you on the loose,
the whole project is endangered.

You stay here Mulder, and stay out of trouble,

and most of all stay out of sight!

- Have you got that, Mr Fontaine?
- Yes, sir.

Any further errors of judgment
are unacceptable.

Your next mistake, Mulder, will be your last.

I trust I make myself clear.

Donald was an old boyfriend,
he'd only just arrived back in Jersey.

He looked me up yesterday,
I hadn't seen him for years.

Why would anybody murder him?

Tell me about the story
he was following up.

That's what he said, "A big story."
He didn't tell me any more than that.

Go through what happened
last night again, will you?

Donald came to pick me up,
we were going out for a meal,

then he saw this chap sitting over there.

He asked me about him
and... and whether he was Dutch.

Dutch?

He recognised him,
I can't remember what name he said,

but he definitely knew he was a Dutchman.

- Can you get off here for an hour?
- Yes.

- You got those surveillance shots?
- Yes, what are you interested in?

Ah, it's just a hunch.

This lot flew in from Holland yesterday.
Do you see anybody you recognise?

(Julian ) Your ID shots OK, Jim?

(Jim ) You're a Rembrandt, Julian.
Thanks very much.

That's him. The man Donald followed.

- Sure?
- Yes.

I haven't been telling you this
out of malice, you do understand that?

Of course I understand, Mr Protheroe.
Charlotte would you fetch Jim?

No, you are acting very properly.

And Charlotte heard Donald Early give your
opponent a rough time during the meeting.

(Crozier) Ah, Jim. You'd better listen to this.
You know Stanley Protheroe?

- Yes.
- Yes, how do you do, Sergeant?

We've just been talking about the rumpus
at Charlie Hungerford's election meeting.

He was attacked by the man
who's been murdered.

- Charlotte means mud-slinging.
- Yes, well I also met Mr Early last night.

He offered me what he believed
was a strong smear on Hungerford.

I refused to have any part of it
and I sent him packing.

- But what smear could that be?
- I have no idea.

But, you see, the thing is this.
I saw Charlie afterwards,

we were doing that
radio interview thing together,

and I warned him about
what had happened

- and then he said...
- Tell him.

(Mr Protheroe ) Well, I'm sure
Charlie didn't mean it.

I mean, he was in a terrible temper,

but... he said that Early had better
watch out, or he would kill him.

Thank you, Mr Protheroe.
You were right to tell us.

Charlotte, would you show him out?

I'm damn sorry about this, you know,

but I felt that I had to let you know.

- Charlie, a murderer? Ridiculous.
- Of course it is.

But Charlie uttered a threat,
we at least have to go through the motions.

Oh, Charlotte, I want you to run a check
on this man for me, will you?

Came in on the plane from Rotterdam yesterday.

- Will do.
- Thanks.

What's he got to do with this?

He's much more have likely
to have used the knife than Charlie.

Charlie only stabs people
in the back, doesn't he?

And therefore, in my concluding remarks,

I would urge the honourable members present

to give the transport committee
their written views

as soon as possible,
before a decision is taken.

High-rise multistorey car parks
cannot be the answer

if we are to retain the character of St Helier.

Nevertheless, the traffic system will
become an ever-increasing problem...

- Counting your chickens, Charlie?
- Could be, Jim, could be.

No, it's just a matter of red tape, that's all.

I had to drop in and settle a query
about my declaration.

- (Guard) Shush.
- Yeah, one moment.

- Is there somewhere we can talk?
- Yeah, sure.

(House member) ..for the solution
in the immediate future...

There is a room down here we can use.

You are making yourself at home
a bit prematurely, aren't you?

Thanks.

There... there may not be
political parties in the Jersey states,

- but there are...
- Pressure groups?

Groups of friends.

And this room belongs to the group
you will join if you are elected?

When elected, Jim, when elected.

- Donald Early.
- I thought as much.

- He's dead, murdered.
- So I heard.

By someone who knew
how to use a knife, combat style.

My combat days were over 40 years ago.

You were overheard to say
that you would cheerfully murder the man.

- Cheerfully doesn't mean wilfully.
- Come on, what's it all about?

I wish I knew.
He had a grudge, I could tell you that.

- Yeah, I remember that.
- He was trying to stir things up for me.

- Yeah, but what do you think he had on you?
- He picked on a current deal we have going.

Channel Island Salvage are hiring out a tug,
all perfectly legal.

Hiring to whom, for what?

Exploration company doing
geological work off West Africa.

They needed the tug
to tow some equipment down there.

- Are they... looking for oil?.
- Oil, gas, they wouldn't say.

But the point is, it's secretive on their side,
but not shady on ours.

- Who are you dealing with, moneywise?
- Intermediaries.

One of them is a partnership you've heard of,
Kimble & Prévost.

Yes, you're quite right, Sergeant Bergerac.

We are involved in the matter,
but like most of our dealings,

it's completely reputable as far as
we are concerned and utterly confidential.

And I'm very busy,
we have a board meeting in 20 minutes

- so if you'll excuse me.
- Have a good time in Holland?

How did you know I was over there?

Don't worry, we are very reputable too,
as well as being confidential.

Is it drinks before or after the board meeting?

Since you are not going to be there,
does it matter to you?

I'm after some information, officially.

And I've told you where we stand.

Then I don't think you quite realise
your position, Marianne.

- Miss Bellshade to you.
- Miss Bellshade.

Jersey has constitutional acts that protect us

just as Swiss banks and finance companies do.

- I'm investigating a murder.
- I see.

Then you will have to find the link
between your murder and our client

but until then,
his own wish for secrecy prevails.

But I don't know who your client is, do I?

I'm sorry, Sergeant, your investigations may well
cross his path and ours,

but you will just have to find some other way.

And may I say, when I saw him yesterday,
we covered every aspect of the transaction

and murder was not on the agenda.

- Yes, Janet?
- It's the call you were waiting for.

(Marianne ) Good.
Sergeant Bergerac is leaving now.

Put the call through when he goes,
would you?

I bet you are a wizard at Monopoly,
you must give me a game sometime.

Miss Bellshade.

Thank you.

- This way, please.
- Would you do me a favour?

I don't want to bother
Miss Bellshade again,

but I think I've left my car keys on the desk.
Would you see if you can find them?

All right, I'll just put
this call through first.

Thank you very much.

(Janet) Sorry to have kept you waiting.
I'll put you through now.

Ah! Had them all the time.

Charlotte?

- Jim. We've had a reply from the Dutch.
- Let's have a look.

Armed assault, hijacking,
and one murder reduced to manslaughter.

He's dangerous. Name's Jan Mulder.

He's known as Jan the Knife,
would you believe that?

Ask the Evening Post to run this picture,
will you? "Have you seen this man, " all right?

And here is another name
for you to conjure with, Eugene Field.

Oh, that's easy.
We've got a dossier on him.

- We have?
- I'll get Records to send it up.

Ta.

- Is this man Field on the island?
- I believe he is, yeah.

From what I remember, he is one of
those shady international Mr Fix-its.

- Just this side of the High Court.
- What does he fix?

Whatever he can
for any country that will employ him.

Find out where he lives for me.

- That seems to cover everything, Mr Field.
- Thank you, my dear.

Tell me, don't you find
this little island a bit restrictive

- for someone of your talents.
- Occasionally. But it's my home.

But if your ability, your efficiency
and may I say your beauty

were to receive due consideration...

We'll send you our commission note
first thing in the morning.

My heartfelt thanks, Miss Bellshade.

I hope we might be doing business again
sometime in the near future.

Tell Sergeant... Bergerac
I'll see him now.

What's the matter?
Do you have an allergy to the police?

To this particular one, yes, I do.

Mr Field.

How curious. You know each other,
but not a word of greeting.

Oh, mutual dislike.

Take care, Sergeant, strong feelings
can suddenly reverse themselves.

- Hate, love. Pain, pleasure.
- Oh, I'll remember that.

But it's a pleasure to meet you.

But I am intrigued to know
the reason for your visit.

I'm not quite sure myself.

Isn't that rather imprecise for a detective?

Well, let's start with a few questions about
this exploration company that wants the tug.

Not my company, you understand,
I am merely an intermediary.

- A well-paid gofer.
- For who?

Ah, you must realise, Sergeant,
that my limited success in business

owes very little to talent but a great deal to
well-sealed lips, in a manner of speaking.

- Would you like a cooling drink?
- Is there alcohol in that?

Alas no. (Speaks Asian tongue )

No, no, it's all right, it's all right.

Look, I don't want to waste your...
obviously valuable time,

- but I am investigating a murder.
- Really?

A freelance reporter. Who apparently
had some interest in the tug charter.

- Is that so?
- He was stabbed.

And we have reason to believe
his killer was a Dutchman,

by the name of Jan Mulder.

I can see the connection you make
vis-a-vis the tug deal, Sergeant, but murder!

I assure you, I could have nothing
to do with such a sordid business. Heavens no.

You've never heard of Jan Mulder?

Never. To tell you the truth, Sergeant,
I'm none too fond of the Dutch.

I don't like their cheese,
or their rather childish language.

(Speaks cod Dutch)

(Tyres squeal)

- That was a bloody stupid thing to do.
- What the hell are you doing here?

I presume you got to Mr Field through me.

- Yeah, your diary.
- How dare you?

- I do have a little badge.
- You have no right to jeopardise my business.

- I've explained to you my client's instructions.
- Would you like dinner tonight?

I hope he threw you out!
What did you say?

Would you like dinner tonight?

If I had to like everybody I dealt with
I wouldn't have any clients at all.

Yeah, I know, but dealing with a man
like Eugene Field.

Are you sure you know what you are
getting yourself involved in?

- Why don't you tell me?
- Well, I can't, can I? Not yet.

- Not until I know more about him.
- There you are, then.

My father used to say
you never get rich on suspicions.

I hear he was a millionaire,
went bankrupt, committed suicide.

- Is that right?
- Hmm.

- You miss him?
- What do you think?

Sorry.

Yes, I do, very much.

I'm sorry if I was obstructive today.
Professional duty, you understand?

I seem to remember it was a bit like this
when I was finding the money for Kim.

Oh yeah, I remember that.
You ought to meet her, she's a smashing kid.

I'd love to.

- You must have met her mum too.
- Your ex-wife?

- I hope you enjoyed the meal.
- Thank you, it was delicious.

- So what else do you know about me?
- Quite a bit really.

You used to have a drink problem.

Sorry. Perhaps I shouldn't have mentioned that.

You live in a farmhouse in Queens Valley,

and you used to share it with your
French girlfriend, what's her name?

- Francine.
- Not bad.

It's a small island, isn't it, eh?

Well, there you are. You know the lot.
Nothing else to find out.

I don't believe that.

Would you like a brandy, a liqueur,
or something?

Oh, is that the time? No, I've got to go.

I've got an early business meeting
in the morning.

- Thank you, it's been lovely.
- It's a pleasure.

- A bientôt.
- I hope so.

And... take care with
Mr Eugene Field, won't you?

- I promise. Good night.
- Good night.

- What do you make of that?
- What?

Paid for his drink and walked straight out.

- Who was he?
- Never seen him before.

Keep the change, Lil.

- You were followed home.
- Obviously.

No, I'm serious.
I want to make sure you're safe.

It seems I'm safe from everybody except you.

Come with me.

What is it?

You see the man coming out
of the phone box down there?

Yes?

That's Eugene Field's chauffeur.
And he was following you. Why?

- How should I know?
- Do your clients usually follow you?

Certainly not.

Look, he's going now.

I think I'll have a word
with our chauffeur friend.

No don't. I want to handle this on my own.

I'll go see Mr Field
first thing tomorrow morning.

It's just that he's a very valuable client.

- Please.
- OK.

But let me know what he says, OK?

What's so funny?

Bet he doesn't go vote-catching
in the Roller, does he?

You're not still trying to pin
a murder rap on him?

Oh, but of course. Is he, er, at home?

He's on the terrace
working on a speech.

I don't know how he can stand the strain,
writing all that fiction.

- Hey, is Kim all right?
- Yeah, fine.

Hello, Charlie. I brought you this form
for your statement on Early, all right?

Thanks. I don't suppose it worries you, Jim -
oh, do help yourself -

but thanks to your inquiries, it looks as if
our tug charter deal has collapsed.

We have to show some interest
when a man gets stabbed, Charlie.

As a potential deputy, I thought you'd agree.

It's messed up our deal good and proper.

- When did they pull out?
- About half an hour ago.

- Doubtless to avoid any bad publicity.
- Or inquiries about what they're really up to.

- I could have done you a favour there.
- Try telling that to my fellow directors.

(Telephone )

- Yes?
- (Man ) Is Sergeant Bergerac there?

- Oh, yes, he's here.
- Thanks, Charlie.

(Alec) Jim, Alec Young on the newsdesk.
We're running that picture you asked us to.

Can we add anything to the caption?
"Murder hunt" maybe?

No, not yet. But if we find him,
I'll let you have the full story, all right?

Well, maybe I can give you
quite a bit now, Jim.

Donald Early was in this office.
You've got five minutes to spare?

- I want to see Mr Field.
- You can't see Mr Field. Sorry.

- Why not?
- Mr Field is not here.

Then could you tell me
where I might find him?

- Mr Field fat man.
- I had noticed.

Mr Field's at clinic. Health clinic.

Some of the presidential guard,

poorly trained, same old story,
more used to ceremonial duties.

- How many of them?
- A usual detachment's about 30.

We'll soon wipe that lot out.

(Field) Our purpose is not bloodshed,
though blood will be spilled.

Now, our target is just one man.

Ah, there he is. Colonel Patrick Gould,
the President's closest friend and advisor.

Well, not a real colonel, but a former sergeant
in the British Royal Engineers.

Seconded to that country,
where he met the President,

who was then an even more lowly private!

(Fontaine ) And this is the Colonel's
private villa.

- (Telephone rings )
- Away from the palace, near the harbour.

And the tug, engaged in peaceful survey work,

will have full clearance
to be in the harbour.

A quick strike by dark.
In, out, before anyone knows what's hit him.

And when the job is done

you will receive the generous bonuses
you've been offered.

The so-called Colonel's influence
on the President

is contrary to my client's wishes.

Could you tell me where the gymnasium is?

- Downstairs, second door on the right.
- Thank you.

It's Captain Towers on the phone
for you, Mr Field.

Good.

Yes.

Good. And they have accepted?

Yes, as soon as I pick up a couple of crewmen
I'll be on my way back from Guernsey.

Miss Bellshade.
What an unexpected pleasure.

I've got a bone to pick with you, Mr Field.

I wish you could pick off
a few pounds of flesh.

You have discovered my guilty secret,
my personal vanity.

I discovered last night that
you had him follow me home. Why?

And you are annoyed.

I certainly am. My private life
is no concern of yours.

Quite right. I'm afraid Barrett
misunderstood my instructions.

I was, I must confess, a bit curious
about that Sergeant Bergerac,

and in view of your comments about him

I was somewhat surprised to learn
you had a meal with him.

- That's my business.
- Absolutely.

I only wish I had invited you first.

However, you want an explanation.

Sergeant Bergerac has a bizarre idea

that I might have something to do
with a local murder.

It's ridiculous,
but for my own business protection

I decided to have Barrett find out

where his investigations were leading him,
whom he was speaking to.

- Well, you found out.
- Yes.

And I know you would never betray
business confidences to the police.

But then Barrett, rather stupidly,
decided on his own initiative

to follow you home.

It's unforgivable,
but I apologise most humbly.

- Who are these men?
- Presumably fellow sufferers.

I have not made their acquaintance,
nor do I wish to.

Is smoking usually allowed
in a health clinic?

Poor man, probably chased here by his wife.

This was definitely the volume.
I put it away after him, it was open too.

I just wish I could remember the issue.

Yeah. Talk about your own life
flashing in front of your eyes.

That's the page.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure of it.

I think you have just given me
the confirmation I need. Thanks, Alec.

Right, what's been happening?

The UDP company report arrived,
and Mr Weiner phoned from Zurich.

- I've marked the stock holdings on page 12.
- Thanks. I'm dying for a coffee - would you?

- OK.
- Thanks.

(Telephone )

- Bureau des Étrangers.
- Is Sergeant Bergerac there, please?

He's not here at the moment.
Can I take a message?

Yes, this is Marianne Bellshade speaking,
I'm a friend.

Can you tell him I have seen the man
whose photograph is on the Evening Post?

- Hey!
- Police!

(Police radio chatter)

We're looking for a Jan Mulder.

We have nobody registered here
under the name of Jan Mulder.

- Who said anything about being registered?
- He was seen.

Miss Marianne Bellshade
saw him here this morning.

We are also looking for this man,
Towers, have you ever seen him?

- Let me put it this way, no.
- No?

Then you won't mind us taking a look around.

- Feel free.
- Thanks.

Excuse us.

Sorry to bother you, sir.

Ah, sorry, police.

Wouldn't have been too difficult, would it?

I mean if Donald Early
had been killed around here,

he could have been dragged
around this headland,

and buried on the beach over there.

No, not difficult, but it isn't proof.

Even if Mulder is still here,
we'll have a hell of a job finding him.

- Well, let's give it a go.
- OK.

(Man breathing heavily)

Really?

Don't worry, the police have gone.
We hid Mulder in the vaulting horse.

Capital! Well, that's one hurdle we are over.

The remaining one is your departure.

Indeed you will.

There will be no further mistakes,
as in the case of the observant Miss Bellshade.

This is it.

You'll be OK here.

This is making me nervous.
Do I have to go into hiding?

Until we are sure you're safe, yeah.

- Police orders?
- Oh, certainly.

- How long for?
- Overnight at least.

You can stay in the studio upstairs, all right?

Did your French girlfriend stay in the studio?

No, she slept with me.

- (Man ) ..397 votes.
- (Jim ) Charlie?

(Man ) Hungerford, Charles Sidney...

- What is it?
- You know this guy?

- Not now, Jim. Can't you see I'm busy?
- Yeah.

- Tell me. Come on.
- It's Towers. Captain Towers.

He was negotiating for the hire of our tug.

That's what I thought, thanks. Best of luck.

Well, he's gone to Guernsey now
to hire another one.

Well, who won?

Congratulations, Charlie.

Oh, thanks, Stanley.

(Man over radio ) To control, EagLe 1 to control.

We have Located the Guernsey tug. Over.

- They've found the tug.
- Right, let's go.

(Charlie ) It is, I submit, against
all the principles of this illustrious house,

of which now I have the honour
to be a most humble member,

that anyone should use this,
our island of Jersey,

as a base for personal, selfish
ambitions of power.

I trust, therefore,
that the action I have instigated,

together with the assistance
of my esteemed colleagues,

to ensure that the gentleman in question -

and I use the word gentleman loosely -

be forced to leave these shores forthwith

will meet with approval of you.

(All) Hear, hear.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Mr Field.

Thank you for escorting me.
I do like to have someone see me off.

You are being seen off all right, Mr Field.

Hope you have a good flight,
to a long way from here.

Your hopes are fulfilled.

A gentleman of the East
as extended an invitation

for me to join him in Singapore,

and I anticipate a more profitable stay
than you were able to provide.

Well, goodbye, Sergeant Bergerac.

I do look forward, most sincerely,

- to meeting you again one day.
- Not in Jersey, Mr Field.

Perhaps not, Sergeant. Perhaps not.

I'm not sure if he's going to make it.

Well, we'll stay here until he does, won't we?