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What about this weather, then?

- There you are, Jim. 9.50. - Thank you, Harry. Keep the change.

- Ta. You off on a case, then? - Nah, in court all afternoon.

Nice and warm for some!

Murder, innit?

- What's murder? - The price of petrol.

- Specially with a car like that. - Yeah, it is thirsty, all right.

Sometimes I think it runs on brandy.

Sergeant Bergerac, innit?

Yeah, that's right. Jim Bergerac.

Well, Jim boy, I reckon I could do you a right favour.

You're not gonna try and sell me one of those bloody inefficient heaps of tin, I hope.

I wouldn't dream of it.

As it happens, I've had my eye on this roadster for quite some time.

Away from this job, like, I buy old cars.

Listen, you'd better stop being interested in this one.

Not for sale.

- You haven't heard my offer yet. - I've had a dozen offers.

- Jim... - Yeah?

- Let me try again, eh? - You heard me. Wash your ears out.

It's not for sale.

I'd like to ask you several questions, Sergeant.

I want to be quite sure about them.

The accused's car had been parked under one of the harbourside lights,

added to which one of the rear windows was partially open.

Yes, sir, there was a dog inside the car.

I assumed that was why the window had been left open.

And the dog had disturbed a rug thrown over certain items on the back seat?

- Yes, sir, several containers. - Plastic containers.

Which you believed had been filled with petrol and therefore illegal?.

I could smell the petrol fumes quite strongly even though the containers were empty.

You waited till Mr Le Fèvre appeared and challenged him about the containers.

Yes, sir, I did. He said he had been to his boat to collect the containers

and that they'd been used to store paint stripper.

But when you asked him to let you examine them...

He not so much refused as made it impossible.

- By jumping into his car and driving off. - Yes, sir, before I could stop him.

Sergeant Bergerac, you are, are you not, a CID officer with the Bureau Des Etrangers?

Yes, sir.

Your duties, indeed the main function of your particular branch,

involves visitors to this island,

whether they be tourists, immigrant residents, or our seasonal foreign workforce.

Chiefly, yes.

Yet you pick on my client, whom you are well aware belongs to an established Jersey family.

I am still a police officer and I did not pick on him.

You drove to Mr Le Fèvre's home determined to question him further.

Certainly I did. To check out the car and the clothing.

You knew there'd been a fire that night destroying a hotel.

The blaze would've been difficult to miss.

Or, in your mind, the connection between the ownership of that hotel and my client.

I put it to you that you were only too eager to make that connection.

I should like to warn that, if this court finds my client guilty on the flimsiest evidence,

indeed on what seems to be merely one man's suspicion,

then other damaging conclusions may be wrongly drawn.

I therefore seek adjournment for this matter to go before a jury

and I strongly urge that Your Honour should take this course.

- Well?. - They got exactly what they wanted.

- A jury. - (Barney ) I reckon he'll probably get off.

Which means that he and his old man and their company will get off the hook, too.

Right.

Is it true Jerome Le Fèvre took Deborah out once or twice?

Yeah.

Common knowledge, innit?

Why couldn't somebody else have found that fire-raising stuff? They've got us over a barrel.

- Fancy a drink? - I fancy a good, stiff brandy.

But no thanks, I'm off home.

I have had enough. Good night, Barney. Charlotte.

- Take care, James. - Good night.

(Barney sighs )

So we aren't going to prove arson.

It was a long shot, especially when the fire boys couldn't find anything.

- We just hoped to light a flame of our own. - Under the Le Fèvres.

Yeah. Fat chance.

- Slow stride there, Terry. - God, I hate these late shifts.

Hope it stays quiet for you.

(Irish accent) You left it unlocked.

Not too smart for the constabulary.

No point in locking this. They'd just cut through the roof. Who are you?

A stranger on these shores... who was told you could help me.

- Right, Sergeant Jim? - Why didn't you come up to the office?

And get myself arrested for being legless?

- How much have you had to drink? - Ooh, lots and lots.

So cheap here, isn't it? No wonder your island has a problem.

Who told you about me?

A friend in the AA.

She knows you from meetings and said you wouldn't mind.

My name's Suzy, by the way.

Where are you staying, Suzy?

- Big hotel on the front. The... er... - The Grand, is it?

- Yes, the Grand. - That where you've been doing your drinking?

Not likely. Far too snooty at the bar.

Anyway, I'm scared of being in the hotel alone.

As an experienced alcoholic, you're thinking it's because I have a bottle in my room.

But that's not the only reason I'm scared, believe me.

Look, Suzy, I'd like to help you and I will, but I've got to pass you over to someone else...

No, please, I need you to listen personally, not just some other AA do-goodie.

- Why? - Because it's police help I want.

Why do you think I'm sitting here in your car?

Honestly.

- Take me back to the hotel and I'll explain. - I thought you said you were frightened...

Not if you're with me.

Seriously, I really do need your help.

Sergeant Jim?

It's round... Round this way.

There's a service lift at this end.

- I'm in room 229. - Got the key?

Oh, it's in my bag.

- Do you want a coffee? - Yes, yes, please.

- I'll do that. - No, I'm all right.

I feel a whole lot better with you here.

Do you mind if I open a window? I could use a little fresh air.

I bet it smells of booze in here.

Got any more of these?

Why don't you tell me about your other problem?

I have a husband.

- Ah, that sort of problem, eh? - No, you don't understand.

- My husband, Sam Walsh, is out to get me. - Get you?

To kill me.

I really think he would.

Why?

We were divorced six months ago in Dublin.

I left Ireland to get away from him completely, but he's come after me several times

and he's a very violent man, Sam.

That's why I had to leave him.

He drove me to drink.

But it's him who's sick.

Do you think he might be after you here?

He could be on the island already.

But if you're so frightened he'll find you, why did you come to such a small place as this?

I have to collect some money.

- You've got a Jersey bank account, have you? - Yes.

Sam runs a transport firm.

He may be unbalanced, but he's a helluva successful businessman.

Two years ago, he opened an offshore company in my name as a tax fiddle.

I only want part of the money to live on.

He can have the rest.

But he thinks you want to get it all, is that right?

I don't know what he thinks.

- But I'm frightened. - Hey, hey, hey hey.

(Sobs )

Oh, I'm sorry, I've got lipstick on your collar.

The first time I've felt safe in three days.

Question is, what are we going to do about you?

I'll be OK now. So long as I know I can contact you.

Don't hesitate.

(Gasps ) Oh, no! Dear God, no! Look!

It's him! Sam! There! I know it's him! He's watching this room!

- Now he's seen you, he'll wait for you to go! - Keep the door locked till I get back.

(Bottle clinks and rolls)

(Piercing scream )

(Phone rings )

- Hello? - Jim Bergerac. Is he at home?

Yes, he is. Just a minute.

- Barney, it's Jim Bergerac for you. - All right. Thanks.

- Yes, Jim? - There's been... a murder.

- Murder? - You heard me. Wash your ears out.

- All right, I got you the first time. - Not interested?

- Of course I am! - Better stop being bloody inefficientl.

Now, look, hold on, what are you trying to say? Just where is this murder?

(Disconnects )

(Phone rings )

- Bureau Des Etrangers. - It's Barney here, Terry.

Any reports of a murder tonight?

- No, it's as quiet as the grave. Why? - Jim's rung babbling about a murder.

- He sounded as if he's been on the bottle. - I don't believe it.

- He hasn't rung here. - Let me know the moment you hear anything.

- Right, I will. - Right.

Jim did sound rather uptight.

Uptight? Bloody rude, you mean. What the hell's going on?

- Not like him to be abusive. - Not since the old days when he was drinking.

(Gasps )

Come on, what's the matter?

Go and wait out in the car. I'll be with you in a minute.

(Phone rings )

Bureau Des Etrangers.

- He's what? - (Man ) Drunk.

- Are you sure it's Jim Bergerac? - Positive.

Look, keep him there, will you? I'll be right over.

- Where? - The RoyaL Yacht.

They say he was paralytic. I got here as soon as I could, but he'd vanished.

- The place is all locked up. - Find him.

(Sighs )

Back like a homing pigeon.

Come on, mate.

How the hell did you manage to get home in this state? Car drive itself, did it?

Come on, mate.

The old man'll be furious.

(Rings )

- Terry? - I found him at home.

- What's he got to say? - Nothing. I can't get a word out of him.

Right, you stay with him. I'll be with you in the morning. OK.

(Laboured breathing)

- Get up. Come on, get up! - (Grunts )

- Come on, get up. - Oh, I'm sorry, I must've dropped off.

He hasn't made any sense all night.

Jim, wake up. Come on, wake up!

(Groans )

- (Gasps ) - You bloody fool.

So you were drunk.

You don't believe...

- I was cracked on the head. - Fell over in the bar, you mean.

After you phoned me.

- I never telephoned you. - Yes, you phoned me.

- Alice spoke to you, as well. - What bar?

The Royal Yacht.

- You were out of your skull. - That's where they planted me.

Charlie Hungerford saw you and got someone to ring.

- That all he did for me, was it? - I expect he was pretty disgusted, Jim.

Look, Barney, I did not... I did not go out and get drunk.

There was this... this girl.

She was murdered. Suzy Walsh.

OK, let's find her.

Open up.

- What the hell do you want? - Mr Le Fèvre, we're making some enquiries.

- I'm so sorry, sir. - Enquiries? Is this a joke?

- Are you alone in there? - And if I'm not?

(Gasps ) Who are you? What do you want?

- Just what is your game? - Sorry, there's been some mistake.

- An unfortunate mistake. - You'd better have a bloody good explanation!

- I saw her right here in this room. - Let's leave it, Jim.

No, hang on, hang on. How long have you been here?

If it's any business of yours, for the past three days.

I think you'd better clear out, as he suggests.

You've had your fun. You've embarrassed the lady, made a fool out of me.

- You'll hear more about this, Inspector. - Come on, Jim.

I really am most terribly sorry, sir. If there's anything that I can do to make amends.

Flowers for the lady?

That's right, sir. Mr Jerome Le Fèvre booked himself and his companion in on Tuesday.

I believe he had a court case in town to attend to. You can see for yourself.

- And Mrs Suzy Walsh? - No one of that name registered here, sir.

A tall, red-haired, Irish, attractive-looking lady.

There would've been a record. There's no Irish person in the hotel.

Did you see Sgt Bergerac round this foyer last night?

No, I didn't.

Give it up, Jim.

Thank you.

You look bloody terrible. I'm taking you home.

It was a set-up. Old-fashioned frame.

Some people might call it police harassment if you knew Jerry was in there with a girl.

Thanks for your support.

Terry.

No, I did not have that.

Or if I did, it was fed into me.

- After the girl was killed. - A redhead called Suzy Walsh? In room 229?

I found this... on the shelf.

Consider yourself off duty for the moment till this is sorted out... and you sort yourself out.

I'm sorry. Come on.

Should you be driving that thing?

Don't you start.

I hope you'll be gone by the time Kim gets back. I'd hate her to see you in this state.

- Charlie in, please? - He's working in the sun lounge.

I don't understand, after all this time, how you could do such a stupid thing!

Do you know what I hated most when you was married to Deborah?

The sight of you with one of your hangovers. You've just brought it all back.

- I know how it must look. - It looks bloody terrible.

- Nothing to how I feel. - Only yourself to blame.

- Don't expect me to sympathise. - I was set up last night, Charlie.

Last night you were a pathetic heap in a bar.

Oh, yeah, thanks for being such a good Samaritan.

- I don't normally get in that place. - I bet you don't.

- You didn't see me arrive, did you? - No, I was in the restaurant.

- See anybody with me when I collapsed? - No, no one at all.

I believe I was dumped in that bar. I was conned.

- I'd see this redhead... - Redhead?

I always thought it was pink elephants and snakes.

- What am I looking for, Jim? - Anything you can find.

You ought to be home in bed. You've got the shakes, haven't you?

Well, my throat's all right, so they couldn't have used a tube.

That's gotta mean a drug, hasn't it? While they put the brandy down me.

I wouldn't have stayed unconscious from one blow, would I?

From that bland look from behind your glasses, you don't believe me either.

- Only too willing to prove you right, Jim. - Well, find a drug, that'd prove it.

Nah, time lapse is too big.

Doesn't it mean anything, not finding a skin puncture?

No, unless you bruise easily, a hypodermic wouldn't necessarily leave any mark.

- Any luck? - No, I'm afraid not.

At the moment, only the alcohol.

I think I ought to warn you, there's still plenty of that.

Yeah, I know. I've still got a craving for some more.

Take care, Jim. Better still, take yourself home till it's gone.

- Is my old man in the pool, Meaker? - Yeah.

- Hello, Dad. - Well, did it work?

Perfectly. Bergerac showed up with that short-back-and-sides Inspector Crozier.

- The poor sergeant didn't look at all well. - Time for the official complaint, then.

- Will you do it or shall I? - Best to let the lawyer handle it.

Get him for me.

- How about your helper? - Which one?

Both.

- Performed splendidly. - Good.

Hello, David, Jerry. I have Father for you.

There's a matter you should know about

and I want you to make the strongest protest to the police.

Right.

Michael?.

Debbie.

Help me.

That's why I'm here.

(Car draws up)

That's Michael.

Hello, Jim. Hello!

- Are you Michael?. - I am.

Jim phoned me.

How is he?

Why a priest?

I'm not here for his soul.

Well, not particularly.

I'm a fellow member of Alcoholics Anonymous.

Right, now, we'll start off with this orange juice.

Then I want coffee. Lots of good, strong hot coffee.

- Have the shakes, have we? - Can't seem to stop 'em.

- Has he been sick? - Once or twice, I think.

Best thing. Have you checked the house for liquor?

- There's no need for that. - Never mind. I'll do that myself later.

All the crafty hiding places.

He used to be a two-bottle-a-day man.

Yeah. Four years ago.

I'm sorry to cause you all this trouble, Mike.

After all you've done for me...

It's no trouble, you know that.

Any time, day or night.

Any idea how much you had? Can you remember that?

I didn't drink willingly.

Oh, come on, Jim. We both know that one.

Still, we'll talk about that later, right?

He'll be OK with me now if you want to go.

No, I'll stay.

Right. I think we'll have that coffee now.

Of course.

- Not to do with you, was it? - What?

Him falling off the perch, off the wagon.

You know, sometimes a quarrel or a break-up...

Nothing like that. I'm Jim's ex-wife. We've been divorced for almost three years.

Not so long, then.

I came round to help him as a friend.

Good.

This is the time when he needs them.

- Good night, Chief. - Good night, Chief.

What's good about it?

I've had a complaint about the way we're handling this case

and it involves Jim Bergerac personally so let's have it.

Chief...

Well... yesterday we went into court with a minor charge against Le Fèvre Junior.

- Inflammables in his car. - Barney...

I've had enough.

Er, good night, sir.

Night, sir.

The report is on your desk, Chief.

I know the report's on my desk. I wanted to hear it from you.

Last night Bergerac phoned me in the small hours about a murder.

This morning, we went to the hotel and found Le Fèvre Junior there.

- He's made the complaint you know about. - I know what happened.

I want to know why it happened.

Is there something you're not telling me?

Last night when I got that phone call... he was drunk.

- Drunk? - Dead drunk.

Damn.

- If he drank when you were married to him... - Oh, he drank, all right.

But he didn't look for help until after we split up.

Maybe we needed to split up.

Seems a shame, but you're probably right.

- Brought him to his senses. - Up till now.

It's funny, though.

Jim still insists he didn't actually take a drink.

Keeps on about some girl he thought had been murdered.

Do you know anything about that?

No.

- But then... drinkers... - Ah-ah-ah.

Alcoholics.

Grasp the word firmly, that's lesson number one. Alcoholics.

Alcoholics suffer delusions.

I would have bet on Jim.

I could have sworn he had it licked.

But you're still fond of him, are you?

I suppose my being here answers that.

- Want some breakfast? - No, just a cup of coffee, please.

Thanks.

And thank you for staying.

- You're looking better, anyway. - You've only my word that I didn't get drunk.

- I know. - I'm not making it up.

Suzy Walsh or somebody using that name actually existed.

She set a trap and I walked straight into it.

How do you explain the phone call?.

Can't.

( ♪ The Lambeth Walk)

- They're fun, aren't they? - They certainly liven the place up.

Wash House Theatre, that's inspired.

Street clowning's the fringe on the fringe, the sugar coating. The message comes later.

- What's the message? - "Structural decimation of the capitalist order."

- Oh, anarchy with good humour, is it? - (Chuckles )

Why not? Bernard Shaw always started his plays off with a joke,

a nice laugh before he slipped the message in.

- Perhaps you could use a little culture, Jim. - Nah, not in the mood.

- What is it, Jim? - That's the girl.

- Who? - The girl in the hotel bedroom.

I didn't take much notice of her. I was looking for someone else.

- Irene Maybank? - I didn't get the name.

- What's it all about? - She's an actress, that's what it's about!

See you, Debs.

(Audience laughter)

(Man ) I ran in to the doctor and said, "Doctor, you've got to help me, you've got to help me."

"I keep repeating myself, I keep repeating myself."

I took my girlfriend to the doctor. She's so thin, her stockings look like Oxford bags.

Talking about doctors, I got these on the National Health Service.

- (Drum roll) - It's part of the latest cuts.

Mind you, the hospitals have started filling up with people who have tripped

and broken their legs!

But now, ladies and gentlemen, we continue our show

with another stirring play.

( ♪ Gentle atmospheric music)

We take you inside a rent rebate office

for a moving scene entitled She, The Accused.

The doleful story of a girl

who was once employed by the high-and-mighty Lady T.

- ( ♪ Melodramatic music) - Who ate cake and sat on the bench as a JP.

And who sacked our poor, sweet, innocent young girl.

Because there had been a divorce

and an abortion.

- Oh, horrors! - (Muted laughter)

- And as she faces the faceless man over... - Suzy Walsh.

Bitch played both parts.

What will he give her?

What can she give him?

But now, first of all, ladies and gentlemen, we need a volunteer to act as ombudsman.

( ♪ Melodramatic piano music)

- Thank you, sir. - ( ♪ Piano continues )

Tell him his job.

(Murmuring in audience )

You are here to protect me and others like me from evil bureaucrats.

Shouldn't she have a more working-class accent? Like her native Irish, for instance.

- Who says I'm Irish? - Oh, I thought I heard of you as being Irish.

I am not Irish.

(Quietly) Shouldn't you be tucked up in bed in room 229?

- I should be here in the rent rebate office. - (Quietly) I'll be waiting for you.

Excuse me, sir, but I think, as ombudsman, you have exceeded your duties.

(Laughter)

She's got such a way with the lads, eh?

( ♪ Upbeat jazz )

Selling up, Harker? You can't be serious.

- You say the same thing every year. - This time I mean it.

The entire hotel group. I'm getting too old. Are you interested, Charlie?

Well, the... Consortium might be. We're almost through with the Gregg-Levec project.

Don't tempt him, he's got enough on.

Anyway, I thought you were rebuilding Bishops Rock.

No, I intend to sell the site once the insurance is settled.

Your son won't like that, Harker, surely?

My son will enjoy the money without having to work too hard for it.

(Actor) And for our last item, join the whole company in our version of the Lambeth Walk.

♪ Any time you're down our way Any evening, any day

♪ You'll find us all... ♪

♪ ..Free and easy

♪ Do as you darn well pleasey... ♪

- That bloody man came! - All right.

(Singing continues, indistinct)

♪ We're fighting for workers' rights, oi! ♪

- (Applause ) - Where the hell do you think you're going?

- Where's Irene Maybank? - Gone to a party.

- What party? - What the hell do you think you're doing?

- He's come to find Irene. - Whose party?

- Jerry's. - Jerry Le Fèvre?

- Yeah. What's she done? - Thank you very much.

- Take it easy. - But he knows who I am now.

Relax, enjoy the party.

- Hello, Jerry. - Hello, darling, how are you?

- Super party, old chap. - Yes, see you later.

He can't prove a thing. It's only his word against yours.

And who's listening to him?

( ♪ Upbeat instrumental jazz )

Jerry, a word, please.

I'll tell you what, I'll join you in a minute, OK?

- Bergerac's here. - Who's he with?

He's on his own, but Meaker's keeping him busy.

OK, I'll deal with it.

- You split. Go that way. - What about the girl?.

Blow, Tully, now.

The sergeant's on his way in.

Couldn't be better.

- Mind the champagne, Charlie. - Hey, now, look, Jim...

- I'd like to talk to you, Le Fèvre. - What can we do for you?

- Not you, Harker. You, Jerry. - Yes, Jim?

(Loudly) Not to mention Irene Maybank. Or is it Suzy Walsh this week?

- What you doin' next? Royal Shakespeare? - You're breaking up our party, Sergeant.

That's not all I'm going to break up, given half a chance.

- You've met David Dotrice. - Yes, I have. What a pleasure.

Then you know he's one of our finest advocates.

Ever noticed how many people there are here willing to soil their hands to line their pockets?

- You're being very silly, Bergerac. - He's drunk.

You'd know all there is to know about being drunk.

- We know all about your past, your problem. - I do not have a problem, Mr Le Fèvre.

Just a matter of when we pick you up for arson.

I'd be very careful, Sergeant.

What about your problem, Suzy, or was that just another bit of acting for you?

I've no idea what you're talking about.

I bet the money this lot paid you beat the hell out of fringe, didn't it?

Would you like a drink, Sergeant?

Thank you very much.

Excuse me.

Whoo-hoo!

Hee-hee! Hah!

Thanks, Sergeant!

(Door opens )

Wilson, go get yourself a coffee.

You realise what you've done? Blown any chance of convicting them.

After yesterday's adventure, you haven't got the beginnings of a case against them.

This is the criminal record of Roderick Harvey Meaker.

There he is. Assault and petty larceny.

He's got a record. So what?

He's employed by the Le Fèvres.

He's got a badly scarred face which he got in the fire at the hotel, but I recognised him.

He was the caretaker at that hotel the night of the fire.

What does that prove? That they're looking after him.

He could've got a fortune in compensation for the injuries he received,

particularly if an arson charge was brought.

Look, ask yourself why is he still employed by the Le Fèvres.

They have bought his silence.

It's my guess that they paid him to start the fire.

Nothing but theory, Jim.

And your theories don't count for much now, I'm afraid.

You don't just have to take my word for it. The Fire Officers were suspicious of him.

That's got to be worth following up.

Not by you it isn't. Remember, you're still off duty.

I'm going to see the solicitors.

We have to drop the whole thing.

Which'll be the best thing all round.

Put you in front of a jury now and it would be murder.

Put you in front of a jury now and it wouLd be murder... be murder... be murder... murder...

Murder, murder, murder. Murder, ain't it?

- What's murder? What's murder? - Price of petrol.

- Bloody inefficient heaps of tinl. - ...petrol.

- Inefficient heaps... - You haven't heard my offer.

(Bergerac) You heard me, wash your ears outl.

Can you remember what I said on the phone when you thought I was drunk?

- Thought you were? - Remember?

- These should be polished every single week. - What did I say?

Something about murder, being bloody inefficient, washing my ears out. I dunno.

- Where you going? You're under suspension. - The garage. Just to fill the car up.

This time of the year, Mr Anderson handles all the used car sales himself.

- Anderson? - Yeah, the owner.

What, all smarm and charm, early 30s, thick hair?

Billy Anderson?

You gotta be joking! He's 50 and bald as a coot!

- (Phone rings ) - Hang on.

Hello, Lil. Is Jim here?

Is he expecting you?

It's all right, I just helped to dry him out.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know.

He's over there.

- Have you simmered down? - Yeah, but I am up a cul-de-sac.

There's no garage salesman with a secret tape record stuck in his pocket.

And that leaves the actress, but I cannot prove it.

Since you rang, I've been thinking.

If your voice was recorded and doctored, that takes skill and professional equipment.

Yeah, so I drop into any recording studio and say, "Have you got a fake tape or two?"

That's really bright, innit?

Why do you really want to see me?

- Jerome Le Fèvre. - Oh, yeah, he's one of your boyfriends.

Now I suppose you're gonna tell me how much I embarrassed you and Charlie at the party.

Must say, it was a surprise when you turned up.

- I was going to say, knowing Jerry quite well... - Oh, yes!

And not liking him much, I remembered something that ought to interest you.

Like what?

Among other things, he own a commercial sound studio.

Kaleidoscope.

He once fancied himself as a pop singer and Harker let him buy his own studio.

(Man ) I can't do nothin' for you today, Simon.

Have to be AM or PM Wednesday if that's any good for you.

Yeah, right. How many cubicles do you want? Four?

Right, will do, then, Simon.

Yeah, great, wasn't she? A right little cracker!

She had the needles jumping in here, I can tell you. Yeah! (Laughs )

All right, then, squire, I'll see you later. Ta-ta.

Now, let me make you an offer before you damage your face!

You set me up, didn't you? Whose orders? Le Fèvre's?

- What was it? Hidden mic, tape in the pocket? - I had to do it, he's my boss!

Listen, I want that tape! You get it for me before I take this studio apart!

(Jim's voice ) There's been... a murder.

- You heard me. Wash your ears outl. - You certainly know your business.

- Put me together very convincingly. - Better stop being bloody inefficient.

All right, that's enough.

- I slowed it down to make you sound blurred. - There's been...

Then I put in spacing to alter the rhythm. I had to do it, they had me over a barrel.

Very clever, too.

I had nothing to do with what happened after the mugging.

I mean, that was Meaker and Jerry. I swear!

You've already made that phone call for me.

Now you're gonna make a phone call... for yourself.

(Footsteps )

Tully?

Are you there, Tully?

I'm afraid Mr Tully's tied up.

Haven't you done yourself enough mischief?

Oh, I'd say the mischief was more on your side.

I'd put it more strongly than that.

Enough to put all of you away for quite some time.

You're finished, Bergerac. Finished.

Don't think so.

I've been admiring your handiwork.

Pity about that face of yours.

Steady, Meaker, he's only kite-flying.

Not with Tully's confession

and the tape he concocted.

You ought really to run a tidier studio, Jerry.

Made sure he destroyed it.

Do you know the interesting thing about police work?

After you've made the first breakthrough, no matter how small it is,

the cracks seem to get wider.

You're bluffing.

Am I?

(Siren )

(Siren )

Tully knows this hotel was fire-raised for the insurance.

You've taken his statement?

No, not yet.

You're under suspension. You can't take anybody's statement.

Tully's talked to me.

When he talks to the Bureau, well, I should think I'll be back in business.

I'm afraid we can't allow that, Sergeant.

(Siren )

What's it gonna be? Booze down the throat again?

Booze... and a cliff top, I think.

Remorse.

- A career thrown away. - Your obsession has been the death of you.

Pointless, really. All for what?

Just to prove that this was not an accident?

A white elephant, a bug-infested millstone around the Group's neck.

Yes, I admit that Meaker here got a few nasty scars.

What was wrong with getting rid of an old hotel?.

Empty of guests.

Your ex-father-in-law always said you knew nothing about business

and you don't.

I don't think Charlie would stoop to using matches.

- Some rogues are more honest than others. - (Siren )

Say nothing, except that Bergerac brought us here for yet another round of abuse.

Are we glad to see you, Inspector.

- Bloody foolish to handle this on your own. - Very foolish.

Not really, Mr Le Fèvre. You see, two can play at this game.

(Rewinds tape )

(Le Févre ) Booze... and a cLiff top, I think.

(Jerome ) Remorse. A career thrown away.

(Le Févre ) Your obsession has been the death of you.

Pointless, really. ALL for what?

Just to prove that this was not an accident? A white elephant...

He's mine!

Take the other two.

Ahhh!

- Stop this. - He did try to run away.

No.

I hope that poisons you!

(Jerome splutters and chokes )

Stop him.

For God's sake! Come on, enough's enough! Come on, Jim!

All right!

(Jerome coughs )