All language subtitles for Bergerac s02e04

(Croupier) Les jeux sont faits.

Mesdames et messieurs, faites vos jeux.

(Chatter)

You will drink, Charlie?

I will, it's light already.
You want another drink?

No, thanks.

Les jeux sont faits.

(Man ) Faites vos jeux.
Les jeux sont faits, rien ne va plus.

I wish they'd serve soup here,
like they do in the south.

A cup of hot bouillon is what we need now.

(Man ) Rien ne va plus.

Faites vos jeux, mesdames et messieurs.

Trente-deux rouge, pair et passe.

You have the most amazing luck.
This lot wouldn't even pay for a taxi cab.

- Do you quit now?
- I quit hours ago, it's up to you.

Well, perhaps I'd better, while I'm ahead.

Besides, I'll need a clear brain
if we're to talk finance.

Charlie, do me a favour,
cash these while I powder my nose.

- Might make you feel better.
- Hmm, make me feel worse.

- Hello, Lionel. Still at it, are you?
- Top of the morning, Charlie.

I'm glad to see somebody's
taking the francs back to Jersey.

You don't seem to have done
too badly yourself.

No, no, I'm just cashing these in
for a friend of mine.

Do you want a lift back?
I came over in my boat.

No, thanks, I've got a bit of business
to do over here.

- Raoul?.
- Oui, chef.

Viens ici.

- Voila, monsieur.
- Merci. Au revoir.

Au revoir.

(Starts engine )

Bougez pas. Arrétez le moteur.

(Engine off)

(Cow lows, chickens clucking)

(Ship horn blares )

- Ah, Jim, salut.
- Oh, Maurice.

- Ça va bien?
- Oui.

Voila! Des cigares et du cognac.

Ah, mon vieux, merci beaucoup.

Ridiculous, isn't it? We make the brandy here,
and you bring it back cheaper from Jersey.

- Here.
- No, thanks, Maurice, I'm off it.

You don't mind if I have a soupçon?
I usually have one before visiting the morgue.

So you think your dead man's from Jersey, eh?

Well, he was wearing a shirt from
a shop in St Helier, Harringtons.

And his shoes
were from one of your chain stores.

Plenty of French people come and buy our stuff.

But we also found a Jersey parking permit

that had slipped into the lining of his jacket.

Well, anyone could buy one of those, Maurice.

But surely a visitor
would have thrown it away.

I think this man kept his
because he was one of your residents.

Nothing else that ties the corpse to Jersey?

No, his pockets were empty.

Perhaps someone does not want
him identified.

Well, it makes our job more interesting.

And, er... hiding the body in the silo
shows imagination, eh?

A bullet in the head
isn't very imaginative, Maurice.

I'll give you a copy
of the doctor's report, Jim.

Cause of death,
a bullet entered the base of the skull

and travelled downwards,
severed the trachea.

The angle eliminates any possibility
of it being self-inflicted.

Unimaginative and unartistic.

No good for the memoirs either, is it?
How about ballistics?

The bullet was fired from
a Smith & Wesson,

we could match it up with the gun,
if ever we found it.

If he is from Jersey, I don't recognise him.

Try him this way.

Et voila.

I'm sorry, not even bald.

Well, the toupee is interesting all the same.

Vanity or disguise?

- His scalp is tanned.
- So, a disguise. Why?

In case someone here in Dinard
recognised him?

And notice this scar tissue up here
around his left shoulder.

Another bullet wound, an old one.

There they are. Photographs of our unfortunate
friend in the morgue.

A little pale, perhaps they should
have made him up.

But not bad. We had them done with
and without his coiffure,

just in case he played the game of
double identity on your island too.

- You'll send his dental work across.
- By tomorrow, I hope.

(Car approaching)

No, no thanks.

- What are you looking at?
- That's my ex-father-in-law.

I don't mind telling you,
it's a bit delicate for me and all.

That's why I trust you,
you can't afford a scandal.

- You've got the papers?
- Yeah, right here.

- And that is your ex-mother-in-law?
- No, no, I've never seen her before.

Wonder what he's doing here?

Perhaps he's having a naughty weekend.

It's always good to have some dirt
on your in-laws, no?

Listen, Maurice,
digging up dirt on Charlie Hungerford

is as easy as finding garlic in your salad.

Hang about a minute, will you?

Now, I shall need your signature
there and then down here...

- (Phone rings )
- ..And your initials over there.

- I'm going to get cramp.
- (Chuckling) We'll soon be through.

Hey, hang on a minute, we've got company.

Ah, Jim, what the hell are you doing here?

Working, Charlie. So are you, I see.

Just attending to a few matters
with my old friend. What brought you across?

We'd like some help with this man.

Have you ever seen him in Jersey?
Either version.

Oh, how horrible!

- He's dead, isn't he?
- Yes, he is, very.

I can't say I recognise him, no.

But I do.
Last night at the casino, he was there.

- Are you sure?
- Oh, yes, I'm positive.

Even though he wore dark glasses,
and he had hair.

- Well, I never noticed him.
- I did, because he kept staring at me.

I thought he might have been a thief
after my necklace.

There are some very strange people
in the casinos, you know.

Yes, I do.

- But is it murder?
- Afraid so, Charlie.

Well, what you've told us
could be of a great help, Mrs...?

- Van Stratton.
- Mrs Van Stratton, thank you very much.

See you, Charlie.

You should never
have told him your name.

Surely he is too young!

- Excuse me.
- C'est fermé.

- I'd like to see the manager please.
- C'est fermé. Closed.

- Qui est-ce, Raoul?.
- Je sais pas.

- It's Sergeant Bergerac.
- Oh.

Jersey Police.

René Duchesne, proprietor of the casino.

- Lave la voiture, hein?
- OK.

- What can I do for you, Sergeant?
- I've got some photographs.

I'm working with Inspector Chazottes.

A delightful experience for you.
Someone breaking the currency laws?

No, I don't know him.

But he was here last night.

I know someone who can testify to that.

Yes, he's been here several times, Sergeant.

I know the face, the man no.

We screen most of our customers
from a discreet distance.

- He was the kind we could do without.
- Why is that?

Oh, not a real gambler.

They come in, wear out the carpet,
spend maybe 50 francs. Who needs them?

And you have to make a living.

I must pay my wages.

- Did you see him last night?
- Yes.

On his own, as usual.
Just watching, never playing.

He left just after daylight.

- Where did you find him?
- Down on the farm.

Here you are, hot off the press.

Sketch is almost as good as the real thing.

Pity they can't print the photographs.

Well, it gives the readers too much of a turn.

Well, if he is local
that ought to get results.

Any luck tracing those things?

Well, we've got... parking permit.

Those are ten a penny, aren't they?

And the shirts... Well, this line was discontinued
by the store four years ago.

And as for the shoes, well,
exactly the same type you've got on.

- Same size too.
- Thanks very much.

Yes, but not everybody buys a wig, do they?

- Who sells these over here?
- Just about every unisex hairdresser.

That's a day's work for you, Jim.
But you'll make some lovely friends, won't you?

- Is Mr Lucas in?
- Yes, Mr Lawrence.

- And Miss Libby.
- She's with him, I think.

I want to see them both,
straightaway, please.

Miss Libby?

- You wanted to see us?
- Yes. Close the door, please.

What's so urgent?

Has either of you seen the evening paper?

- Good God!
- What could have happened?

Whatever happened, Lucas,
he's dead, murdered.

That's frightful!

Yes, there is an even more
frightful possibility.

Don't be so stupid, Lawrence.

Anyone know if Lionel has returned
from France yet?

Yes, he tied up at the marina
half an hour ago,

he phoned me to have a car pick him up.

- How did he sound?
- Perfectly normal.

Yes, well, our dear brother manages
to sound any way he likes.

He has been pulling the wool over all our eyes
for some considerable time now.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, sir. Can I help you?

I hope so.

I'm looking for someone
to tell me about a wig.

Ours is very a very confidential business.

Oh, yes, yes, I can imagine.

Well, let's see.

I can put a face to it for you.

Here you are, it's the name we want.

How terrible.

It's a murder case,
Sorry if you're squeamish.

Not about your stiff, Sergeant.

I meant the wig, that's murder too.

Totally wrong for the shape of the head.

Hair should be sculptured, styled,

to fit the natural contours of the face.

- So, it's not one of yours.
- This cheap rubbish? Never.

I've seen carpets better woven than this rug.

No, it's a pure off-the-peg job.

Even the parting is on the wrong side.

He had an extra parting
at the back of his neck.

We're trying to find out who he is.

- Well, he could have lived out east for a bit.
- How do you know that?

The wig was bought in Hong Kong.

- Well, can't you buy these here?
- Not this kind.

You can tell that by the lace
and the Chinese hair, unmistakable.

Henry, have you seen my brother Lionel?.

He's down at the folly, sir.

(Ringing sound)

Lionel.

Hmph?

Hello, Lawrence. What time is it?

Oh, Lord, I'm late.

I should be out to dinner.

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

Been out gambling all night, have you?

- The past two nights.
- How did it go? Luck run your way?

Lawrence, why all this sudden
brotherly interest in my welfare?

Haven't seen you for a few days, that's all.

For a few weeks.

But some of us do have to work
for a living.

If you say so.

You know, I really do think it's time
you did your share again, Lionel.

Give my love to the family.

Right.

Well, glad to see you're back
safe and sound from France.

- Brandy for you, on the house.
- Thank you very much.

- And the mints are for you, Jim.
- Well, thanks, Lil.

Surprised to see you in.

You were seen going to France
this morning.

I'm surprised this Island needs
a professional police force.

Is it the story in the paper
of the man who was found dead near Dinard?

Yeah, it is.

Not one of your regulars
by any chance, is he?

Nobody I know,
nor do we scalp our customers, Jim.

- Was he in disguise?
- No idea.

I'll tell you who I did see in Dinard who would
have liked to have been in disguise -

Charlie Hungerford.

- What was he doing there?
- Casino, I'll bet.

Oh, wish I'd been there.
I've worked out a brilliant new system.

No, he wasn't just after the roulette,

he was working out one of his deals,
you know?

- How do you know?
- He had that kind of cornered look

he always gets when he's caught out.

He was chatting up this old bird
from Monte Carlo, a Mrs Van Stratton.

- Naomi Van Stratton?
- Yeah that's right.

- Do you know her?
- She was once a Jersey resident.

- She didn't mention that.
- Well, she wouldn't, not to you.

Why not?

She was tried for the murder
of her husband in the early '50s.

She got off.

What else do you remember?

Max Van Stratton was a millionaire.

I think he owned several companies
connected with the building trade.

One night, after a party
there at their house,

he was found dead, shot.

She said it was an accident,
thought he was a burglar.

Rumour was she'd found out he was
having an affair with his secretary

and blew his brains out.

Charming. But how did she get off?

Her counsel, Louis Carteret,
pleaded self-defence,

and the jury found her not guilty.

After that she sold up
and went to the south of France.

Still owning the companies?

(Jim ) But she could now want to sell, right?

I'm off now, Eduardo.
See you tomorrow.

- OK, Mrs Moberley.
- Mind if I take the paper?

No, no, please.

( d Pop music playing)

(Screaming)

You may have to go to France
to identify the body, Mrs Moberley.

His good-luck charm,

must have forgotten to take it with him.

What's this all about?
Why would anyone kill Jack?

No idea, Mrs Moberley.

Now you said you disturbed someone searching
about in here last night?

Yes, I knew where he kept the key,
so I let myself in.

There was no one here, just this mess.

Suddenly some guy jumped out at me.

You couldn't see who it was?

No, just a bloke. I was terrified.

Let's take it step by step,
shall we, Mrs Moberley?

Now, you say you haven't seen
your ex-husband for some time,

and therefore you wouldn't know
what he was doing in Dinard.

Well, I would expect
it was to do with his job.

- What job?
- He was a private detective.

Not like you people.

You know, divorce, debts,
serving writs, that sort of thing.

How long had he been in business?

Couple of years, since we came back
from Hong Kong.

- What was he doing there?
- He was in the police.

He got shot in a drug raid and was partially
paralysed, so they pensioned him off.

He got security work, for hotels, at first,

and then decided to set up on his own.

That's when we split up.

And you've no idea what this
break-in was about?

No. Do you mind if I go now?

I've had very little sleep,
and I have to work again tomorrow.

Of course. We'll, er, be in touch.

Oh, there is just one thing,
Mrs Moberley, please.

The wig he had on,
did he wear that a lot?

He used to wear that
on some cases in Hong Kong.

You lot don't wear disguises, do you?

- Not so far.
- Thank you, Mrs Moberley.

Hey, Barney, have a look at this.

- What's that?
- It's a cheque for 600 quid,

- made out for the end of the month, though.
- Money he was owed?

Money for an assignment,
making sure he did the job first.

The poor guy must have thought he was near
the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Oh, that's very poetic.

No, I mean it, I think it's bloody sad.

Hey! LG Carteret.
That was the name of the lawyer

- in the Van Stratton's murder trial.
- What's that old chestnut got to do with it?

Mrs Van Stratton was playing
roulette with Charlie in Dinard,

- probably working out some deal too.
- Was she?

Yeah, and the name of her lawyer,
at the trial, was Louis Carteret.

That's quite right.
Sir Louis died some years ago.

But it's a family firm.

And lawyers hire private eyes, don't they?

So, the fish is swimming towards
the net, huh?

How would you know?

You pay me,
you get to keep what you have.

Otherwise, the château
would make a fine casino.

You'll never get it.

Then you must do what is necessary.

(Doorbell ringing)

( d 1920s music playing, faint)

( d 1920s music blaring)

(Jim ) Hello?

Excuse me!

- Yes, can I help you?
- I'm looking for a Mr Carteret.

- I'm Carteret.
- Mr L Carteret?

- Yes, Lionel.
- May I have a word, please?

Sergeant Bergerac, Bureau des Étrangers.

Oh, erm, go into the house,
I'll come down.

(Music off)

That's a lovely old roadster you're driving.

I've got a soft spot for that model,
it was my very first car.

- You don't want to sell it, do you?
- No, not at the moment.

- Pity. Come on in.
- Thanks very much.

Living with the builders, are you?

Not exactly, I'm doing it all myself.

What, single-handed?

Yes, daft, isn't it? But I enjoy it.

What was it you wanted to see me about?

You signed a cheque
to a man called Moberley?

Moberley... Never heard of him.

Ah, no, it's my brother you want,
Lawrence Granville Carteret.

It happens all the time,
it was one of my father's foibles.

He believed the initial L was lucky for him.

He was Louis, so he called us
Lionel, Lawrence, Lucas and Libby.

Well, the bank gave me
the manor house as an address.

- Nobody at home?
- Doesn't appear to be.

You'll find him in his office, La Motte Street.

That is my cheque, yes.

You paid that cheque to
a Mr Jack Moberley

for his services
as a private inquiry agent, right?

Yes. Well, he has worked for this firm
from time to time.

- And now he's dead.
- Yes, I had noticed.

Oh, you'd noticed, had you? Is that all?.

We were very perturbed
to read about Mr Moberley, naturally.

So perturbed, you sent someone
around to break into his office?

That's a very serious allegation, Sergeant.

It makes no difference when a murder inquiry
leads right to your doorstep.

Oh, does it not?

Can we leave out the legal lancework,
Mr Carteret.

You hired Moberley to go to France at the same
time as Charlie Hungerford was over there,

seeing a client of yours,
a Naomi Van Stratton.

Mrs Van Stratton is a client, yes.

I'm quite sure, Sergeant,
that Moberley's death had nothing whatsoever

to do with Mr Hungerford's negotiations
with Mrs Van Stratton.

Send in Miss Libby and Mr Lucas
at once, please.

What was Moberley doing?

He was paid to deal with something
completely different.

I think it's time we cleared this matter up,
however distasteful.

This is my sister Libby,
my brother Lucas, this is Sergeant Bergerac.

- Hello.
- Since this is a highly personal matter,

I really think we should
discuss it at the house.

Our brother Lionel has become
somewhat... eccentric recently.

Quite apart from everything else,

he spends most of his time
in the casino gambling.

- So he likes a flutter.
- He's completely reckless.

The more he loses, the more he enjoys it.

To make matters worse,
he's a senior member of the Carteret firm.

As the eldest son, he inherited this manor house
when our father died.

Even so, he chooses to live
in that ridiculous folly down the hill.

We tried to buy him out...
completely, but he refused.

A little while ago we heard rumours that he had
some other interest over there in France,

apart from visiting the casino.

A woman.

And you hired Moberley to find out
who she was.

Someone like Lionel is a prime target
for a fortune-hunter.

It's happened before,
we had to buy that particular woman off.

The private investigator was hired to find out
exactly how far his new infatuation had gone.

But Moberley turned into a murder victim,

and you think Brother Lionel might have
killed him, right? Is that right?

Is that why you wanted the cheque back?

Even if he had discovered about Moberley,

none of us believe our brother
capable of murder.

We think it must have been this
French woman, or someone who did it for her.

You do see the embarrassing
situation in which we find ourselves?

Oh, yes, I do.

And the good name of Carteret
must be preserved.

Wonder what brother Lionel
is gonna to say to all this.

He won't be there now,
he went back to France this morning.

Right now Janet will be
explaining to my clients

I've been called away on
an urgent business meeting.

I feel quite guilty.

Well, it is business, isn't it?
Financial business.

In a casino? Oh, come on.

Well, you can try out that system of yours,
if you let me in on it.

I know Lionel Carteret.

He used to moor his cruiser
at the same harbour as me.

He's absolutely loaded, isn't he?

- Good catch, is he?
- Oh, yes.

Not my type. Very attractive.

My partner says the rest of his family
are a bit grim, though.

Your partner is dead right,
a grisly lot they are.

- Do you fancy a drink?
- Mm, a glass of champagne?

- May I get you another one, Charlie?
- Are you following me?

Now, would I do a thing like that?

Just stick to police business,
will you, Sergeant? Keep your nose out of mine.

You doing a good turn for
Mrs Van Stratton, are you?

Listen, Jim, she just wants me
to take over one or two of her companies

because she needs the money,
and that's all there is to it.

- Sure.
- I'm just doing her a favour, that's all.

Oh you're a real Samaritan,
aren't you, Charlie?

There he is.

- Are you going to question him now?
- No, I'll wait until Chazottes gets here.

We've got to find out
who his French girlfriend is.

Seems to be on his own. Unlike Charlie.

(Man ) Mesdames et messieurs, faites vos jeux.

(Quiet chatter, indistinct)

Les jeux sont faits.

You think he's the man
who shot your private detective?

(Man ) Rien ne va plus.

Vingt-cinq rouge, impair et passe.

- Very nice too.
- Oh, hello, Lionel.

- Fancy seeing you here.
- Yes, fancy.

(Chazottes ) He is very rich, this Jersey lawyer?

Aren't they all?.
He's rich enough to retire at 40.

Rich enough for a woman to pull
the trigger for?

If she thought she might loose him?

Maybe.

Ah, there. Voila.

Well, there's nothing much here, Maurice.

A few lottery tickets,
registration documents,

maps, nothing of any importance.

You think these are a present for someone?

Ah, Jersey carnations. Specially bred.

(Man over radio ) IL vient d'arriver.

Bon, merci. Quick, he's coming now.

Over there.

Château Fougeres.
One of our stately homes,

or rather, hotels.

Hotel?.

We have a network of them all over France,
old-fashioned elegance.

At a price, and a titled host,
or in this case, hostess.

Madame la Comtesse de Fougeres.

- She a widow?
- How'd you guess?

Is she good-looking?

Well, she makes other women look like,
ah, doughnuts?

Ah, voila, there she is.

- In France, you kiss everyone like that?
- Bien sur.

Except we don't hold hands like that,
especially with a comtesse.

- There you are.
- Oh, thank you.

- They're beautiful.
- Your favourites.

I'm so happy to see you, and so soon.

(Chazottes ) Come.

You are not going to go
rushing off to the casino?

Probably.

You put gambling first, before me.

Why don't you come over with me, later.

- You know I don't like casinos.
- We met there.

Only by accident,
and besides I'm too busy

making ends meet here.

But if the gambling
brings you to me, so be it.

Well, it's not just the gambling.

This is crazy!

Here we are, no luggage,
and what's more important no passports.

Courtesy of Inspector Chazottes,
temporary passport,

in the name of Mr and Mrs -
or Monsieur and Madame, if you prefer - Smith.

How original.

Welcome to the Château Fougeres.

You phoned just at the right time,
we had a cancellation.

Hey, you look even better
than the brochure.

- Oh, do you have any baggage?
- No, we don't.

Well, if you'd just like
to sign the book, Mr Smith?

Oh, yeah, thank you.

Thank you, Mr Smith.
You have your passports?

I've got a temporary form, is that all right?

Yes, of course.

I'll take care of it.
Will you be having dinner?

Er, could we have it in our room,
is that possible?

Yes, if you like.

André will show you to your room.

You look awfully guilty
for a married man, Mr Smith.

Married men sometimes
have reason to look guilty.

- Supper in the room all right for you, is it?
- Why, what are going to be doing?

- I'm going to be busy.
- Yes, well you'd better be, Sergeant.

You got me over here
for an afternoon at the casino,

and here I am ending up
as Mrs Smith for the night.

- Well, it's cosier.
- Very.

But you're on the couch.

Well, that's bad for my leg, that is.

You can suffer in the course of duty, can't you?

Thanks a bunch.

I'm going down to look at the register.

- Why?
- I want to see if Moberley stayed here

when he was following Lionel Carteret.

I hope he wasn't murdered in this room.

(Lionel laughing)

There's no problem at all.
If he hasn't moved by breakfast.

- I should send for an ambulance.
- (Both laugh)

Qu'est-ce que vous faites, monsieur?

Er, nothing. Er, rien, je... Rien, je cherchais...

Stop looking so worried.

I didn't know if you had the money,
for heaven's sake.

Some doughnut, eh?

What?

I said, some doughnut.

- What do you mean?
- She's very attractive.

Mm, no wonder Lionel's fallen for her.

Yeah, bet he doesn't have
to sleep on a couch.

- Jim?
- What?

This is an awful waste
of a four-poster.

Ah, I thought you deserted me.

- I've only been gone ten minutes.
- Is that all?.

- I wish you'd stay longer.
- I can't.

I have a meeting later today
with my surveyor.

- To do with the building works?
- Mmm.

I wish I could see this house of yours.

You will, soon.

- Do you mean it?
- Yes, of course.

Now, what are they doing here? Together.

You know them?
Mr and Mrs Smith.

Smith?

(Laughs )

Well, why not?

Actually his name is Bergerac.

Sergeant Bergerac of the Jersey police.

You are Sergeant Bergerac?

Yeah, that's right.

The porter
saw you look through my guestbook last night,

which you opened the drawer to find.

Yeah, that's also right.

Just, what are you doing here, Sergeant?

Lionel Carteret, still around, is he?

No, he's gone.

- Why? Did you follow him here?
- Yes, like Moberley, who's been murdered.

Murder? What are you talking about?

(Knocking)

Un moment.

Could we discuss this somewhere
where we won't be disturbed?

I don't have to answer
the questions of a foreign policeman.

No, but Inspector Chazottes
will want to speak to you anyway.

Who told you I had no money?

That was just an assumption by the rest of
the Carteret clan. And it's true, isn't it?

- It's none of your business.
- And you turn out to own a château.

I may own a château, but the casino owns
my late husband's IOU's.

Who do you mean? Duchesne?

My husband gambled everything away.

He was unable to pay his debts, so he was
obliged to give his IOU for the château.

One million francs.

The château has been in the family
for 300 years.

- And no casino is going to take it from you?
- He can't.

For the time being at least.

We do have certain tenants' rights,
you know, just like you English.

Yet, in the end, he can legally claim it from you,
can't he?

Unless, of course,
you marry Lionel Carteret, and get rich.

You have a very nasty mind, Sergeant.

Who introduced you? Duchesne?

It doesn't matter.

Who was this man who was murdered?

Little soft-shoe shuffler,
a private eye from Jersey.

The Carterets hired him
to find out all about you.

I don't believe it.

They reckon you'd do anything,
to get hold of a rich man like Lionel.

Including getting rid of anyone
who might spoil your chances.

Please leave this house.

Take your suspicions
and your girlfriend with you.

So you spent the night together
in a real French château, eh?

Very romantic.

Miss Bellshade was there,
to give me the cover I needed.

Until you were unmasked, eh?

Well, the Comtesse fits
the fortune-seeker image,

but she denied she knew Moberley,
or anything about his death.

Does she? We'll see about that. I've sent
two men to bring her in for questioning.

(Phone )

Allô. Chazottes. Oui.

Quand?

Quand sont-ils partis?

I think the ball is in your court, Sergeant.

Madame La Comtesse was seen
leaving with Mr Carteret on his boat.

You all right?

Chéri, you believe me, don't you?

That you love me? Yes.

Money or no money?

You don't have to tell me that.

- Are you sure you want to face them?
- Yes.

- Hello, Jim.
- Shh.

Good, they're here.

- Tu sais ce qu'il faut faire.
- Oui, chef.

Bon. Va-t'en.

I am sorry it had to be behind your back, Lionel.

But I do assure you,
it was entirely for your own good.

How very thoughtful.

We were worried about you.

Yes, of course you were.

Couldn't we have a private discussion?

You didn't say you were bringing her.

We wanted you to be the first to
congratulate us,

that's how it should be in families.

Congratulate you?

- Soon as we can, we're getting married.
- Married?

I knew you'd be pleased.

Whatever you may think, I love Lionel.

Where will you live? In France?

Up to Véronique.

Here, I think.

In which case we shall all have to
make new arrangements, shan't we?

There remains the matter of Moberley,
somebody murdered him.

I don't wish to seem callous,
but it's hardly our affair.

Isn't it?

No.

Just like you described it.

It's lovely, isn't it?

I know I'll be happy here.

I don't have a gun, I've never had one.

Is it likely that she'd have a gun?

You think it was planted?

Any idea who could have done that?

There's only one person it could be.

We are duty-bound to meet
Inspector Chazotte's request.

The gun was found in your
private apartment.

A Smith & Wesson revolver,
the type of gun used to kill Moberley.

I'm afraid you'll have to come back
to Dinard under escort.

- I'm coming with you.
- I'm sorry, sir, that's not permitted.

- We followed up a phone call.
- (Jim ) Who from, do you know?

An anonymous tip.

But the fact remains, madam,
that it was there in the bureau.

- You check it out?
- Ballistics are certain that it's the murder gun.

And it would appear, madame, that you had
every reason to want this man dead.

- I knew nothing about him.
- Then who did?

You'd better tell him.

René Duchesne,
or one of his casino thugs, killed that man.

Why?

For one million francs.

(Phone )

Allô. Chazottes. Oui.

It's for you, Jim.

- Yeah.
- Jim, have you seen Lionel Carteret over there?

- No.
- He sailed his cruiser out of St Helier

just after you left on the hydrofoil,
he should be there by now.

- Why the call, Barney?
- His brother Lawrence

called to talk to him again, and found he'd gone.

But a gun cupboard was open,
and a revolver is missing.

I see, right.

- Monsieur Duchesne, il est la?
- Oui, je crois, mais...

Hello, Lionel!
I thought you'd gone back home.

Oh, Mr Carteret.

I wonder if I could have a few words
with you in private.

But of course. Va-t'en, Raoul.

Now, what can I do for you?

You can tell me who killed Moberley.

Who killed... What are you talking about?

I haven't got time for games. Now who was it?

- Really, I haven't the faintest idea.
- I don't believe you!

This is absurd!

(Siren blaring)

Duchesne! Listen, I don't make
a habit of this,

and I'm very, very nervous,
my hands are sweating,

so for your own sake, make it quick.

All right, please, please, it was Raoul.

Raoul killed Moberley,
he said it was an accident.

Raoul. And he planted the gun
in Véronique's apartment?

Yes, and he said, if I didn't help him,
he would implicate me in the murder.

- Monsieur, what could I do?
- You could have told the police!

But monsieur, my relations with the police,
you understand, they would not believe me.

Well, that's a chance
you're going to have to take.

Now, pick up the telephone!

- Give me the gun.
- Bergerac, I did not kill Moberley,

- it was that idiot Raoul.
- OK, OK.

Give me the gun and then we'll talk about it.

Duchesne, give me the gun.

If Raoul killed Moberley, as you say,
this isn't going to do you any good, is it?

Thanks, Charlie.

You're welcome, Sergeant. Anytime.