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( ♪ The Best Years Of Our Lives)

♪ I ask you the questions but you tell me lies

♪ Cos all of the time, you're just fuLL of surprise

♪ please teLL me, please teLL me if aLL this is true

♪ Cos deep down inside all I wanted was you

♪ Oh-oh-oh, makes me want to dance

♪ Oh-oh-oh, it's a new romance

♪ Oh-oh-oh, I look into your eyes

♪ Oh-oh-oh... ♪

- (Man on radio ) ..taking a bird to a party. - (Horn hoots)

(Dog barking)

( ♪ Music continuing)

♪ I ask you the questions but you tell me lies

♪ Cos all of the time you're just full of surprise

♪ please teLL me, please tell me, don't tease me this way

♪ And I've just gotta say

♪ Oh-oh-oh, makes me wanna dance

♪ Oh-oh-oh, it's a new romance

♪ Oh-oh-oh, I look into your eyes

♪ Oh-oh-oh, the best years of our Lives ♪

I'm glad you decided to hold the convention in Jersey.

So am I. I can't imagine a prettier setting, or a more charming companion to share it.

Look this way.

I hope you don't think I'm rude, but would you excuse me for a few moments?

- Of course. - Thank you.

Talk to you later.

( ♪ Patti Smith.. Because The Night)

- ..gate-crashing... - Andrew, a word, with you?

Do you mind?

- Now this is intolerable. - (Speech drowned out by music)

Simone's a scrubber and a tart, we both know that.

I'm terribly sorry...

but I don't see that it's any of your business, frankly.

You're one of my senior executives, and a married man.

So?

You've got a beautiful wife, two children.

Like every good senior executive should.

- Are you being deliberately provocative? - I don't like interference in my private affairs.

Walking into this party with that young woman on your arm hardly constitutes a "private affair".

- You're not serious are you? - I mean it, Andrew!

If you value your career this association will have to stop.

( ♪ Music continuing)

Excuse me, I'll be back.

- I thought you weren't coming. - How could I resist?

Here's to offers we can't refuse.

Andy get his knuckles rapped, did he?

We all knew the old man wasn't pleased.

- Go to hell, Miles. - Temper.

- Same guy. - I don't like him, he frightens me.

- He won't give us any trouble. - Do you believe that?

Sure, why not? All in a night's work, huh?

(Horse whinnies )

(Speaks soothingly to horse )

(Woman ) Oh, God, yes, that's her.

It was awful having to go there and see her in a mortuary.

- I'm sorry to have put you through that. - Someone had to do it.

Poor Simone, I... can't believe this has happened.

- Identifying the victim is never easy. - It won't do the school one bit of good.

- I have to get rid of that damned horse. - Is that necessary?

Word gets round, Sergeant. Stupid things get said like, "Bryony Green's horses are all wild."

I hadn't thought of that.

Oh, now I remember you.

In my days of glory, Sergeant. Would you like a drink?

No thanks, not for me.

You know she picked the most difficult horse we've got.

That unusual?.

No, but I did suggest she might like to try something a little bit steadier.

- But she was an experienced rider? - Oh, yes.

When she went out for these early morning rides, she could take any horse she wanted?

Perks of the job. Lord knows there are few enough of those.

In Simone's case, hardly any at all.

You see, she had no friends, no social life, just her work here.

- Can I have a look at her room? - Of course. It's this way.

- (Horse grunts ) - Take him easy today.

Bloody horse!

- What are you looking for? - Oh, nothing... special.

It's just a way of getting to know someone you're never going to meet.

She told me her last job was in Brussels, secretary.

Then she saw my ad.

They accept low pay because they want to work with horses

and also to learn a little bit of English.

- That must be her father. - Yes, yes, I think it is.

(Jim ) He's coming today to take her body back.

- Poor man. - Can I keep this?

Help yourself.

Well, do you know any more about her now?

No, no, I don't. It's like she was never here.

What do you mean?

Well, I won't waste any more of your time.

Thank you very much.

Will you need to come back again? I'd like to get the room sorted out.

Leave it as it is - the father might like to see it.

Yes, of course.

Hello, it's me.

I think it's all right. The police have just left.

I don't think he was suspicious.

(Applause )

Now, as Chairman, it's my happy duty at this point of the proceedings

to present this year's awards on behalf of the committee.

- I even booked a table! - Sometime before this is over,

- I will have lunch with you, Clive. I promise. - Why not today?

I've had far too much rich food already.

- Shame. - I'll see you later.

- (PA) ..wiLL commence in ten minutes... - Do as I say, not as I do.

He's wasting his time with her anyway.

- Speaking from experience? - Oh, years of it.

(Woman over PA) WouLd remaining passengers please go at once through domestic flight...

- Pastor Decord? - (French accent) Yes?

- Er, Jim Bergerac, Bureau des Étrangers. - Sergeant Bergerac?

That's right, may I take your case? The car is out here, sir.

I expected my name to be announced.

- I thought it would be easier to wait here. - I appreciate your delicacy.

- That's all right. - How did you know me?

Oh, photograph. This way, sir.

(Man ) That is Simone Decord?

Yes.

When may I take her home?

Once the post-mortem's been done,

I'll make sure the rest of the formalities are completed as soon as possible.

Should take... about a couple of days.

I, er... appreciate your kindness.

In the mean time I booked you into a hotel. You'll be quite comfortable there.

Comfort has never been a high priority in my life, Sergeant Bergerac.

- Is he all right? - He's praying.

- How did he seem to you? - Disapproving.

I got the distinct impression he'd have preferred a harder bed, and no carpet.

He's a bit austere, isn't he? His daughter was the same, apparently.

I wouldn't count on it. What is she, 20?

That was taken two years ago, just before she left home.

- Just before who left home, Jim? - Oh, hello!

Why aren't you out with your pet bankers?

I slipped out to see how the poor people are doing.

You've come to the right place. Can I get you something?

A large brandy. No, better make it an orange juice, please, Lil.

- Is this the girl who left home? - Yeah, two years ago.

Now she's dead. Riding accident.

- She was at the convention party. - Simone wouldn't be seen at a party like that.

No, but looking different than how she does here.

- How do you mean? - Well, her outfit for a start.

It wasn't off any ordinary dress rack.

It was, I remember, very expensive, exclusive black satin.

- Sexy? - I was going to say obvious.

- Not Simone Decord. - I bet you five pounds I'm right, Jim.

(Man ) Oi!

I was thinking of Sri Lanka next year. Marvellous, I'm told.

Excuse me, I must go and talk to Marianne.

Sri Lanka yet?

We'll be lucky to make Scunthorpe.

Hello, Clive.

I wanted to talk to you about this afternoon's programme.

- WiLL Mr. Lewis... - I don't think we've met.

I'm sorry, this is a friend of mine. James Bergerac, Clive Wootton.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

- Investment analyst? - No, I'm a policeman.

Oh dear! Somebody been stealing the hotel silver?

Sergeant Bergerac wants to see who was at the party.

And why is that?

Can I meet you in the convention hall in 15 minutes?

Yes, that's fine. You still haven't answered my question.

- Your interest in the party...? - It's pure envy, Mr. Wootton, pure envy.

Hey, look at the state of that. Was he as drunk as he looks?

Afraid so, we all were.

That's her! Look, Jim, I knew I was right.

- See what I mean about her dress? - Yeah, I do.

How much does an outfit like that cost... roughly?

Well, getting on for £100, I should think.

That's a bit expensive for a stable girl, isn't it?

Look, there she is again. See?

She's not exactly keeping herself to herself there, is she?

- I think you owe me £5, Jim. - Hmm.

(Woman ) WiLL Sergeant Bergerac come to reception, please? Sergeant Bergerac.

- I've got to go in. Will I see you later? - I'll borrow the money I owe you.

You do that.

- Can I help you, Sir? - It's Bergerac.

- There's a telephone call for you. - Thank you.

If you could avoid having official calls put through here.

The manager doesn't enjoy police messages over the Tannoy.

Oh, what a pity. I enjoyed it.

- Hello, Bergerac. - It's Dennis, Jim.

- Hi. - I've been trying to find you.

Well now you have, what's so urgent?

The riding accident.

I've just finished the post-mortem. My report should be ready in about an hour.

Why don't you come around, Jim? There's a couple of things you might want to note.

All right, all right, I'll be along as soon as I can, OK?

Thank you.

I'm afraid we don't keep copies, It's nothing to do with us, you see.

Could you tell me the photographer?

Yes, I think we've got his card somewhere.

Besides, people don't steal photographs.

Ash trays and towels perhaps, but not photographs.

(Knock at door)

(Knock at door)

Hi, Dennis.

You're going to end up on your own slab.

- You know how many calories are in that? - 490 to be exact, Jim.

- So what you got you couldn't tell me? - There's the report.

- What was the cause of death? - Broken neck.

She goes out riding, she falls off, breaks her neck, is that the story?

Read the report. And I draw your attention particularly to the time of death.

What, 3am? You... say she died at 3am?

- You sure of that? - One thing I am sure of.

- She went riding in the middle of the night? - Apparently.

The horse dragged her corpse around for four hours?

The report says that's the most likely explanation based on the physical evidence.

- But? - Exactly. But.

I'm not paid to have hunches, Jim. Now that is an immaculate report.

The conclusions I draw are entirely proper.

My hunch is that they might also be wrong.

Why is that?

Well if you ever find out, I'd be grateful to know.

I hate hunches, they're untidy.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Have you got a warrant?

Why would anyone want to go riding in the middle of the night?

- What are you talking about? - You didn't waste time stripping this place.

I didn't strip it! Her father came and took everything.

I didn't think I had any right to stop him. I repeat, have you got a warrant to be here?

No, I have not got a warrant to be here. There wouldn't be much point now, would there?

(Bryony ) This is private property, you have no right to be here.

Very true.

I suggest you get the hell out of here. Now!

- What happened in 1980? - What?

- There are no trophies after 1980. - I retired.

- (Jim ) Why did you lie about Simone's death? - I didn't.

Oh? You mean she got up and saddled... What did you call it?...

"at difficult horse", rode off in the night without disturbing you?

- Is that what happened? - Well, you tell me!

I can't. I wasn't here, you see.

- Where were you? - I was... asleep in my car.

Oh, yes?

Sergeant, I have on occasions what is known in polite circles as a small drink problem.

That was one of those occasions.

But I don't expect you'd understand that, would you?

Kimmy!

- Hello, Kim. - (Kim ) Hello!

- (Kim ) What'd you think? - Oh, it was wonderful.

You'll be available for the '88 Olympics?

- I might, you never know. - I'm looking for Grandad. Is he about?

- No, he's not here. - Ah.

- Should I get anything for you? - Yeah.

Hey, you ride up at Bryony Green's stables, don't you?

- Mm. - Did you see the girl who had the accident?

- The one riding Brutus? - Yeah.

(Sniffs ) No, I never met her.

- You sure? - Mm.

- (Horse snorts ) - Here she is, look.

No, I've haven't seen her before.

- She's pretty. - Yes, she is.

- You didn't see her at all?. - No.

- How often do you go up there? - Oh, twice, three times a week. Why?

Oh, I just wondered.

- Got time to watch me go around again? - Yeah, I have.

Harvey Smith better look out, hadn't he?

And of course these new technologies bring with them new risks,

but risk in itself isn't new to any of us, is it?

We are, after all, in the business of venture capital.

It is only in these areas that we in the Euro Banking Group

will create a position of real profit for our investors.

- What are you doing here? - Same as you, gate crashing.

- I was invited. - You're not a banker, are you?

- Money talks, Jim. - Could I have a word?

- What, now? - Please.

(Marianne ) I think we're all agreed we are in the gambling business, aren't we?

(Applause )

I'm convinced that this is a unique opportunity for the Euro Bank.

Now is our chance to take the lead and enter whole heartedly

into this exciting new development. Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure Miss Bellshade's speech has...

greatly inspired us to boldly go where no bank has gone before.

No, I can't say I remember her.

- You didn't see her at the stables? - No, I'm sorry, no.

- What about Bryony Green? - What about her?

- Come on, don't be coy. - She's short of money, I know that.

She was... looking for investors, not too long ago.

- You turned her down, I suppose? - I had to, I'm afraid.

Mind you, I still get a discount on Kim's riding lessons.

- You are a bastard, aren't you? - Yeah, a rich bastard.

Why did she give up show jumping?

I heard she'd been suspended for doping her horse.

Business fell off, you need money to compete.

- It's a vicious circle, isn't it? - Check the guest list for her.

I already did. You weren't on it either.

What are you talking about? I'm a well-known public figure.

- I get invited to all sorts of things. - Sure you do.

The... caterer happened to be a personal friend.

- Oh yeah, who's that? - Pru Mariscot, Paramount Catering.

- Pru Mariscot? - The best caterer on the island.

- Thanks. - You're not going back to the bankers?

No, no. No, they don't seem to have any proper respect for money.

That talk about gambling, no good will come of it, you mark my words.

(Woman ) Mrs. Rhodes to reception. Thank you.

You... don't want a drink, I suppose? No, of course not.

- (Man ) Can I help you? - The door was open.

I noticed that.

- Looks like you had a break in, doesn't it? - Yes.

And I'll lay you odds that the only things missing

are the negatives and prints you took at the party.

You reckon?

- You must be Peter Last, the photographer. - So it says on the card.

I'm Sergeant Bergerac, Bureau des Étrangers.

That's handy, you can arrest yourself, cut out the middle man.

- (Sirens ) - On second thoughts,

- here come the middlemen now. - I'm sorry?

I phoned the police when I saw you come in here.

Now stand quite still, and you won't get hurt.

Oh, terrific. This could be mildly embarrassing.

I'm really sorry about this.

You're quite right. It's a perfectly normal citizen's arrest.

It's not that funny.

You better go and see that catering woman.

Where do you think I'm going?

- Hello there. - I'm sorry, we're closed.

Police. Is there a Miss Mariscot around?

- Well, yes. But I'm afraid she's busy. - I won't keep her long.

Michel?.

Two should be enough for that.

Yes, yes, it should cover it.

Annie, get that list typed out straight away.

Sure. There's a Sergeant Bergerac to see you.

Oh. Sergeant, what can I do for you?

Could I have a word about a catering job?

Certainly, just excuse me a sec, would you?

Are you happy with all that?

Oh, mademoiselle, for me no problem.

What did you want to know?

This girl. Do you recognise her at all?.

She was at the convention thrash the other day.

- Thrash? - Oh, I beg your pardon, reception?

Better.

No, I don't remember her being there. No, I'm sure I don't.

- She wasn't on the guest list. - What's she done? Or shouldn't I ask?

She got herself killed, accident we think.

Oh, how awful.

Yes she went riding after a party and... got thrown.

Well, I'm afraid I don't know her.

- It's looking as if nobody does. - She could've been a gate-crasher.

- You get them. Quite distinguished ones. - I've just been talking to one,

- Charlie Hungerford. - You know him?

Oh yes, I'm... sort of related.

He always finds himself the best dos.

Yeah. He's made a big impression on the island.

- He certainly has. - Yeah.

How many gate-crashers, distinguished or otherwise,

were at the reception?

Erm... Michel, how many did we cater for, on that convention job?

I was told 128, so I catered for 130.

That still wasn't enough, so there could have been... a dozen or so extra people.

Well, thank you very much for your time, Miss Mariscot.

Surely the concept of forgiveness is common to all denominations.

How one becomes... deserving of forgiveness, that is what concerns our church.

And why one should... require forgiveness, perhaps, hmm?

- Another brandy, Pastor? - No, Perrier water.

- Good evening, sir. - Sergeant Bergerac.

- May I sit down? - Of course.

Thank you very much.

You collected your daughter's effects today.

I did.

Did you find amongst them an expensive black dress, party dress?

- Of course not! - I didn't see one either.

Was there anything like that? Jewellery for instance?

My daughter was a quiet, God-fearing young woman.

All her life, she worked hard and lived simply.

Such is the kingdom of heaven, Sergeant.

Yes, so you didn't find anything amongst her effects you weren't expecting to find there?

No, except, perhaps one thing. I don't know what this is.

It's a key, forgive me. I couldn't help overhearing.

- Hello, Jim. - Horatio. Key is it?

May I?

Beautiful work.

The lock which this fits is a unique hand-crafted puzzle.

None of your mass-produced, open-with-a-piece-of-plastic rubbish.

That lock would challenge a man's skill.

If... one were interested in that sort of challenge, of course.

- What sort of lock? - A door lock.

That key is the work of the finest craftsman on the island,

possibly the whole of the UK. A master locksmith.

(Man ) Oh, dear. I'm sorry about this.

I've been meaning to get it replaced for years.

- Don't you ever get it to work? - (Man grunting)

Allow me. I have a little experience of locks.

But this is breaking and entering. This is my shop!

I shouldn't worry. Horatio is a special police advisor.

It only takes the right touch.

(Dog barks )

Now, you want the address that goes with this key?

No problem at all.

Unless of course his filing cabinet is locked.

It's me, Nikki.

I want to come back.

Hiding. Where do you think I've been?

You know I was there when he killed her.

The man's a bloody maniac!

Because I'm hungry and tired. I've got to trust somebody.

(Barney ) This is it, 21 Rue La Fayette.

(Jim ) No lights. Doesn't seem as if anyone's at home.

(Barney ) No, let's take a look.

(Dog barking)

- Joss sticks? - Sandalwood.

Yeah.

Bloody hell!

- You know what this is, don't you? - Yeah, high-class brothel.

(Jim whistles )

Very pretty.

Hey, Jim, come round here.

Two-way mirror. Room with a view.

(Laughing) Hmph!

Wonder where they got this stuff?

Hmm. Well, it certainly didn't come from Jersey, did it?

It looks well established.

It's amazing we haven't heard about it.

- Hmm. - Better check the vice squad files.

Yeah, you know what they'll tell us, don't you? They won't help us at all.

There's been the occasional freelance, but nothing organised.

Yeah, well we knew about them.

- Is this all?. - Afraid so.

Oh, she's nice, isn't she? Hoo-hoo!

We'll get you one for Christmas if you like, Jim.

I hope you aren't enjoying your work too much.

- Nothing here that would help. - No, not really.

Why didn't we know about this?

I do not want call girl rackets on this island!

It wasn't our idea.

No, it was obviously someone with more brains.

Well, it's got to be stopped damn quick.

- It was sort of blind area, Chief. - Blind area, Barney?

The most disturbing aspect is that the Bureau was caught napping.

- (Jim sniffles ) - Something amusing you, Jim?

I thought you were gonna say we were caught with our trousers down.

- Sorry. - Yes, so you should be.

It's about as funny as toothache.

This investigation is going to be top priority. How many men do you need?

- I think we can manage all right. - Hmm. I wish I shared your confidence.

By the way, the Bureau wasn't caught napping, it was fast asleep.

- Miss Green, can I have a word? - Look, I'm in dreadful hurry.

I'm off to Copenhagen for an event. Good chance of winning, I think.

What do you want?

Expensive business flying horses. You come into some money?

That's none of your business, Sergeant.

I'm afraid it is.

(Jim ) Simone was never at your stables, was she?

(Barney ) How many girls did you sign on, Bryony?

Listen, you have already lied to us, and we can prove that.

Now there's only one way you can help yourself and that is by telling us exactly what you know!

- There were 20 girls. - 20?

Not all with me,

I only took two this year.

One earlier, and then Simone later in the season.

- Who took the others? - I don't know.

- (Jim ) What do you mean? - I don't know!

I only found out there were others from something Simone said.

Who's the other girl you took?

- Nikki, I met her briefly. - (Barney ) Where is she?

I don't know.

Now look, Bryony, who set it all up?

I was told it was a tax fiddle. I didn't find out what it was until it was too late.

Tax fiddle?

A way of getting extra work without it showing up on the books.

Officially they were working for me,

but they were working as waitresses, or so I thought.

- Who set it up? - I never saw him.

Everything was arranged on phone.

- How did Simone die? - She was thrown from her horse and dragged.

- How did Simone die? - She was thrown from her horse!

- You don't expect us to believe that? - I don't know!

(Barney ) How much were you paid not to know, Bryony?

I needed the money, I wasn't doing so well.

How much?

2,000.

You said they were waitresses, where were they supposed to be working?

I don't know really, just... hotels, restaurants, bars.

- Get Miss Green to give us a statement, Jim. - (Jim ) OK.

He phoned and asked me to take on an extra girl.

I said I didn't need one.

That's when I realised something was funny about it.

He said I didn't have to take her, somebody else wanted her.

All I had to do is say I'd taken her on, there'd be something in it for me.

- How much? - He wasn't specific.

- He said it was a tax dodge. - It isn't.

A call girl racket in the middle of beautiful downtown St Helier.

- Well, I'm not really surprised, are you? - How do you mean?

There's a lot of money floating about.

Holiday atmosphere, men away from their wives at conventions.

- What do you expect? - We should have known about it.

Shouldn't think it's done much for the Chicago business.

- Chicago? - Chicago disco.

Yeah I know... I know it's a disco. What's the connection?

It's where the working girls hang out these days. Didn't you know?

- Can I get you a drink? - You talked me into it.

- Cuba Libre. - (Bartender) And for you?

- Nothing for me, thanks. - Not drinking?

- So you must be a music lover, right? - Never argue with a lady.

- Why else you come here? - To meet people.

This could be your lucky day.

- Keep the change. - (Bartender) There is no change.

Keep it anyway!

Expensive here, isn't it? Not much rum in that either, is there?

Ah, so you know what is in Cuba Libre. You're an expert.

I used to be. What do you do? Split the difference with the barman?

Nice to meet you.

I just want to talk, that's all. I want some information.

I'm Sergeant Bergerac from Bureau des Étrangers.

All I want is information. This time you're the expert.

About what?

We've got a nice photograph of you on file. Don't worry, this is strictly informal.

If I could have a drink with you, I would.

What you want to talk about?

- I'm trying to get a line on a call girl. - Lots of luck.

Let me at least... buy you another drink.

This time he returns with a double.

We would... appreciate your help, please.

Did anyone ever tell you you've got nice eyes?

All the time.

I'm not a call girl, I'm a... working mother.

- You're a single parent, right? - Right.

- With a pram in the hallway? - My kid's in a good school.

I want the best for her, so I only play the top end of the market.

Sergeant Bergerac? Phone for you.

Ah, thanks.

Buy the lady whatever she wants, will you?

Have you ever been approached to become a call girl?.

I like to look my clients in the eye.

Jim, you want to know who owns the house in Rue La Fayette?

- Hightower Limited. - Hightower Limited?

Hightower is a property company and a wholly owned subsidiary of Paramount catering,

which in its turn is owned by someone called Pru Mariscot.

- Nikki, can you manage two books? - Don't I have to steer or something?

Not unless it looks as if you'll hit something.

Everybody ready with flags and streamers?

Steve Brooks will be here in two minutes!

(Jim ) Miss Mariscot?

What is it now? You certainly pick your time, don't you?

Is this the moment of truth?

Sort of. Book launch. Steve Brooks. He'll be here in two minutes.

If you could... spare us a few seconds.

- I promise not to keep you too long. - He's here.

Be with you as soon as I can. Go!

(Cheering)

( ♪ Electronic fanfare )

- Ne touche pas. - Oh, sorry.

They look almost good enough to eat. You're obviously an artist.

- Thank you, monsieur. - These are your specialty?

Canapés? No, no.

I'm a cordon bleu chef. I cook the classical style, you understand?

For who?

For people who are not hungry.

I'll be with you in a minute, OK?

Michel, as usual, far more people than expected.

- Can you rustle up some more trays quickly? - Bien sûr. I'll collect what I can.

Thanks.

Well, Sergeant, what can I do for you this time?

- The gate-crashers you told me about before? - Yes?

Do you, to your knowledge, ever get, er...

professional ladies, shall we call them, at those parties?

You know, working girls? Brass?

Not off their own bat, but if a delegate had picked one up, if you see what I mean,

but you still wouldn't know for sure, would you?

Depends where he picked her up from.

- (Miss Mariscot) Would it? - You must know why I'm here.

- No, I don't actually. - (Jim ) Simone and the others?

- Sorry? - The girl I showed you in the photograph.

She and the others were part of a call girl racket on the island.

A call girl racket? You don't think that's anything to do with me, do you?

You own a property in Rue Lafayette, yeah?

I own several properties, I know nothing about any girls.

- (Peter) Miss Mariscot, you want... - Not now Peter!

Hello, Sergeant Bergerac. I... didn't realise it was you.

- Did you find out about the girl?. - Yes, I did. Thank you.

Good. If you haven't, her friend could probably tell you what you wanted to know.

Her friend? Who's that?

Nikki. She was with her at the party that night.

She's over there dressed as a driver. Very fetching she is too.

- And you know nothing about any girls? - Nikki?

But Michel asked me to use her. He said she needed the work.

- Michel?. Your chef? - Yes, she's a friend of his.

- Where is he now? - He's just gone to the shop.

(Splash)

It's not bad for a chef, is it? In the classical style, would you say?

(Sighs ) My God!

I let this to Michel while he was working for me. I can't believe it.

Well, here it is, Miss Mariscot.

It all had nothing to do with me. I know nothing about it, really.

(Nikki) She's telling you the truth, you know.

Oh, yeah? And why should I believe you?

All hookers are liars, is that it? Just... naturally unreliable?

What would you call covering up murder?

I didn't cover it up. I just ran away.

Michel found her and arranged it all.

He was a great little arranger.

- You know who killed her? - Yes, we were both with him, you see.

He didn't realise he'd killed her.

I mean, I didn't know Simone was dead, not till after he'd gone.

And I'm pretty sure he didn't realise either.

He intended to be... rough, that's all. That guy's a freak, you know.

- Well thank you for telling us. - I'm glad to. I've been so scared.

Yes.

(Chief) So I think an official apology to Miss Mariscot.

Obviously the chef, Michel Bresson, set the whole thing up himself.

Excuse me, what happens to me now? Do I go to jail?.

No, I don't think so, Nikki.

But you do understand we have got to find this man?

And you can help us, all right?

♪ You... give... me... fire

♪ Fire in my souL

♪ I think I've been here Long... ♪

- Well, hello, beautiful! - You couldn't afford me!

Those years of experience really show, don't they?

(Man ) What's your silence going to cost me?

Not very much. Not for you, that is.

This is getting sordid. I assure you I had no intention of harming dear little Simone.

- (Whispers ) You killed her! - She died.

That's all right, I'm going to pay you.

This is turning out to be a rather expensive exercise so far.

Not to mention paying off that bloody chef to dispose of Simone.

I paid him for his silence, to keep him out of things. You understand?

(Barney ) All right, let's go!

Christ, he's an expert.

- What is this? - I think it's a chastity belt, Jim.

Yeah? I never knew they could be so useful.

(Jim ) I'm sorry.

- If there is anything I could have done to... - No!

I could never tell Simone that I loved her.

- Do you know why, Sergeant? - No, sir, I don't.

Because I loved her... more than God.