All language subtitles for Bergerac s03e06 A Touch of Eastern Promise

(Voices drowned out by engine noise )

- Er... Mr Mansoor, I presume?
- Mr Hungerford.

Yeah, that's right.

And it's Charlie,
if you please. This way.

Who's that Englishman?

His name is Charles Hungerford,
a local businessman.

Is he involved?

From what I hear, it was his idea.

Now Zaki Mansoor. At home he has
an import-export business,

strictly legitimate operation.

We've known for years
he's been up to his neck

in various illicit enterprises.
Always abroad, you see.

Which is why, up until now,

we've let other governments
worry about him.

And why the interest this time?

Because, my dear Adnan,

this time it appears he has let his greed
get the better of his judgment.

This time he's gone too far.

Come in.

I must say, I would have thought
this was one for the police,

rather than us.

The very last people we want involved
are the police.

And the very last people we want it to get
back to are the Jersey government,

even if you manage to forestall him.

Me, Khalid?!

You are our senior diplomatic
representative on the island.

We do our best to leave you to pursue
your other more lucrative activities

but it isn't always possible.

What do you expect me to do?

Ask him to come and see you.

Put it to him that his own government
feels it would be best

if he caught the next plane home.

And if he declines?

Then we will have to take
more direct action.

Here we are then, Zaki.

It is not quite as palatial, perhaps,
as what you are used to back home,

but I think you'll find it
comfortable enough.

The room is charming.
Thank you for inviting me, Charlie.

Oh, don't be silly,
least I could do.

Excuse me,
telephone call for you.

Oh, thank you.

- You can take it in the hall.
- Excuse me.

Hello?

Adnan. Ahalan.

We need to talk.

No, it cannot wait until tomorrow.

Something has gone wrong.

(Kim ) Mummy hates it
but I think it's great.

- Well?.
- Watch.

(Buzzing)

Isn't that terrific?

What's terrific about it?

(Whines ) Mum.

- Don't you think it's terrific, Dad?
- Bit old for models, aren't you?

It's not a toy. Well, I suppose it's
Grandad's new toy, he's always playing with it.

I heard that, young lady.

Isn't it about time you got dressed?
It is nearly lunchtime.

- I'm washing my hair.
- Get it washed then.

We do have a house guest, don't we?

It is ingenious, though, isn't it?

I didn't know you were into models.

Come off it. It was specially made for me
by a leading French engineer,

it cost me a packet.

- It did?
- Certainly did.

Now listen, Jim.

What is it that Jersey's got
that Spain hasn't?

Unspoilt beaches, uncluttered
as yet by wall-to-wall hotels,

and other signs of obscene
over-development.

I was asking Jim, not you,
do you mind?

As a matter of fact I do,
very much.

Well?.

Well, I should say quite a lot.

Mind you, I have a vested interest,
being a resident.

Well, one thing it's got that
we could well do without - rainfall.

We can boast one of the
best sunshine records in Britain,

but we still get our fair share of rain
in the course of your average summer

and that is where this little beauty
comes in.

It stops it raining?

Well, all but. I mean, look,
here you are seating in your deckchair

with your beer and your sandwiches,
or in your case a bottle of pop,

when all of a sudden
down comes the rain,

but not on you,
not at Seaside World.

- You can't be serious.
- I'm afraid he is.

I'm dead serious.

Nothing revolutionary about this. There's
an all-weather football stadium in Texas.

It's just a question of applying
the same principles to your holiday beach,

in this case Belle Vue Cove.

- (Jim ) It'll cost a fortune,
- It'll make a fortune too.

Just imagine, being able to offer
people a fortnight's holiday

in a first-class hotel
with their own private beach

where the weather is guaranteed.

Nobody who stays in first-class hotels
will go within 20 miles of the place.

I don't know why you're being so hostile.
It'll be a real boost for the tourist trade.

- If you get it up.
- (Chuckles ) We'll get it up, all right.

Oh, there you are, Zaki.

Come and meet my ex-son-in-law Detective
Sergeant Jim Bergerac. Zaki Mansoor.

- An officer of the law, huh?
- When you prick us we also bleed.

Zaki here is stopping with us
for a few days.

In fact, between you and me,

we're hoping that when he's heard
what we have to say,

him and a few of his pals back in the Gulf
will be coming in with us on this project.

I see. Well, I hope it keeps fine for you.

Or is that, perhaps, not the idea?

Real washout of a summer
is what we could do with.

Dad, sometimes I listen to you and I understand
exactly what Ted Heath meant.

- Ted Heath?
- About the unacceptable face of capitalism.

Charlie, it seems I have
an old school friend in Jersey,

I was wondering if I could borrow
a car for half an hour or so?

Well, of course you can.

You won't be needing yours, Debbie?

No, no I don't suppose so.

Oh, good, you can take the Stag then.
Have you got the keys handy?

You will be coming back in time
for lunch, won't you?

- Oh, yes.
- Oh good, good.

Because I thought that after eating

I might drive you out
and show you around the site.

Oh, fine.

You don't approve?

I think the whole idea's horrific,
don't you?

Well, it's not quite Jersey, is it?

He'll never get planning permission.

Welcome.

Shukran, Muhammed.

I had a visitor from our embassy
in London,

they know everything.

Impossible.

Fortunately, they have no idea
that I also am involved.

It seems we couldn't have chosen
a worse moment.

They are going to go ahead
with a financial deal

with the Jersey authorities,

so the last thing they need
is any kind of a financial scandal

involving one of their own
citizens over here.

My instructions are to talk to you and
to put you on the next aircraft home.

(Zaki laughs )

My dear Adnan, if what you tell me
is the truth,

that's the very last thing
I should be doing,

not having any deep desire
to spend the rest of my days

festering in prison and perhaps
minus one of my more cherished appendages.

Then don't go home,
go somewhere else.

Where and with what?

The clothes I stand up in?

Look, if it is money you want,
I can let you have money.

Can you let me have
a million pounds, Adnan?

Because that's what
we're talking about here.

One million pounds sterling, each.

No, Adnan, I'm sorry.

But they know about us.

They know about me, but they don't,
as you say, know about you.

I tell you it is too risky.

(Zaki laughs )

If you wish to grow rich quickly,
there is always an element of risk.

It is your idea, Adnan, remember?
Your idea and a good one too.

In fact, quite brilliant
in its simplicity.

And be certain I shall ensure
you get full credit for it

if anything should go wrong.

There we are then, Zaki.

Let's go on down, shall we? You'll get
a better idea from down there.

Afternoon. After you.

(Children chattering)

Now then, if you can imagine it,
both cliff faces will be landscaped

to accommodate our hydraulic dome.

Then over here would be
a perfect site, I think,

for our exclusive marina.

Up here would be our main complex.

A hotel with a cantilevered
observation platform,

surrounded on both sided
by individual chalets

built into the cliff face.

Well, what do you think of it?

It's a lovely spot, Charlie,
no doubt about that.

In fact it's almost a shame
to spoil it.

I don't think anybody's thinking
of spoiling it, Zaki.

I'd say it's more a case of realising
the place's full potential.

You expect no trouble
from the conservationists?

We get our fair share of crackpots
on Jersey, like everywhere else.

My own daughter's one of them.

They'll want their say, of course.
(Laughs ) They'll get it.

Between you and me,
that's just about all they will get.

(Charlie ) Look out!

(Jim ) Belle Vue Cove? Yeah, that rings a bell.
What about it?

We got a call about half an hour ago
alleging attempted murder.

- Murder?!
- Assault with a deadly weapon.

In this case, several large oil drums.

Apparently they were shoved down
on some guys coming up from the beach.

- That's nice, isn't it?
- It's different.

- Anyone hurt?
- Fortunately, no.

But find out what's going on.

It's hardly Bureau business, is it?

One of the intended victims
was an Arab,

unless he was on his way
to a fancy-dress party.

They were properly stacked,
I'm telling you they were.

- You didn't see who pushed them?
- I got the blame for it, didn't I?

One of those blokes gave me a right rollicking,
said he'd get me the sack.

- So you reported it to us, eh?
- Well, it wasn't my fault.

(Charlie ) How did you know
it was us at Belle Vue Cove?

(Jim ) You said you'd go there after lunch

and there can't be many people
dressed like Mr Mansoor there.

- Why didn't you report it?
- What was the point?

- I mean, there was no real harm done.
- You could have been killed!

Well, I expect that workman's
got a wife and kids

and jobs aren't that easy to come by,
are they?

You are not usually
that magnanimous.

- There is the question of publicity, Sergeant.
- Sir?

We didn't want the press nosing around.

It could have been started deliberately.

To come down on top of us?

- It's possible.
- It's crazy.

So is smashing up telephone boxes
but people still do it.

Now, Mr Mansoor,
can you think of anyone

who might wish to kill you?

The only killings people of my acquaintance
get involved with, Sergeant,

are those on the stock exchange.

Now this'll be the hotel complex with
the chalets and the cliff face all around.

- It should bring us in a bob or two.
- Sounds very interesting.

Let's go and sit down.

Will you finish in time?
Kim will be so disappointed.

If necessary, I will adjourn
the meeting.

Right, er...

All right, gentlemen,
let's get on with it, shall we?

Now then, Zaki, you've seen
all the figures and projections.

So, if this project
is to get off the drawing board,

we're talking in terms of an investment
commitment of £30 million

and there's 15 million of that
sitting around this table here now.

I know you must be interested,
otherwise you wouldn't be here.

The question is,
are you interested enough

to come in with the other 15 million?

Suppose we were,
but of course you must realise

that before any final decision
is taken,

I'll have to refer back
to the interests I represent.

Of course, yes.

Now, who will be looking after
the financial arrangements?

Well, I don't think any final decision
has been taken on that yet.

No, what I mean is,
would you have any objection

if the account was placed in the hands of
our own national bank here in Jersey

and preferably under the personal
supervision of its manager,

and our vice consul to the island,
Mr Rashid?

Well, I'm sure I'm speaking for
everybody here when I say,

I'd be only too delighted to know
that Rashid was looking after this.

Let's face it,
if it wasn't due to his good offices,

we wouldn't be here, would we?

Good.

In that case,
can we move on to discuss

the sort of holding company
you have in mind,

and in particular,
its managing director.

(Charlie ) Mm. Mm.

(Zaki) That's it. Now, try again.

OK, get hold of the rope, square it,

square the boat to the...

Now slowly let the water run away.
That's it. That's it.

Good girl, well done.

Excellent. That's it.

- Mum!
- What're you doing?

Mum!

- No!
- (Screams )

(Zaki laughs )

(Screams )

(Kim screams )

- Is she all right?
- Shh. Yes, the doctor's with her.

- Did you see the boat's driver?
- No, I didn't.

Come and show me what happened.

Whose idea was this beach party?

Mine, I suppose, when I saw
what the weather was like.

When was it first suggested?

Over breakfast. I mentioned it to Zaki
on his way to his meeting.

He was delighted at the idea.

Who else knew about it?

Kim, obviously, and Dad.

If you were going to kill someone,
how would you do it?

I don't know, follow him about

and when I got the chance,
shoot him, I suppose.

So why don't they do that instead of arranging
falling oil drums and runaway speedboats?

(Deborah) Somebody wants it
to look like an accident.

(Jim ) Obviously.
(Deborah) But why would they?

Good question,
wish I knew the answer.

- Is that the one?
- Could be, I suppose.

There was so much spray.

The fellow who hired it,
do you remember what he looked like?

- Sort of Arabic looking.
- Sort of Arabic looking.

Could you be more specific?

- Brownish.
- Well, so's Fozzie bear.

- Did he leave his name?
- I've got it in the book somewhere.

That's the one, Abu Jasim.

Did I say something funny?

I'm not sure you'll appreciate
the joke.

Well, try me,
I might surprise you.

The Prophet Muhammed had a son
whose name was Jasim.

Really?

So in my country,
if your name is Muhammed,

you may well find your friends
calling you Abu Jasim.

Abu Jasim?

Abu, meaning father of.
Muhammed, the name of the Prophet.

And Jasim being the name of his son.

Therefore...

Our man's almost certainly
called Muhammed.

Very good, Sergeant.

And it would seem he has something
of a sense of humour.

Mr Mansoor, doesn't it worry you
that someone is trying to kill you?

It would if I believed
that someone was.

Well, two near-fatal accidents,
in two days?

- Coincidence.
- Coincidence?

- Look, I can give you police protection.
- I'd take most violent exception if you did.

- Why?
- Two reasons.

In the first place,
because I'm not convinced

that someone is trying to kill me.

In the second place, because it is
one of the more refreshing things

about visiting Britain,

knowing that one is not going to be
under constant police surveillance.

You under police surveillance
at home then?

Sergeant Bergerac,
the country I call home,

everyone is under
constant police surveillance.

Zaki, Dad tells me
you're eating out tonight.

Yes.

My friends in Jersey,
they've invited me out for dinner.

In fact I'm late,
can I borrow a car?

- Yes, of course.
- Thank you.

Whose car would that be then?

Mine, of course. Who else's?

So, Adnan, everything is agreed.

Your bank will handle
the financial arrangements

and I am to be the new company's
managing director.

Quite extra-ordinary though,
isn't it?

The way the judgment of the most hard-nosed
Western businessman

flies right out of the window
the moment our money is involved, eh?

Which brings me
to the other small matter

of who is trying to kill me?

- What?!
- Oh, yes.

It appears that, over the last two days,
I've become quite accident prone.

Not that you would know anything
about it, would you?

- Me?!
- Why not?

Since you've lost all stomach
for the enterprise, hm?

- You are mad.
- Why?

What would suit you better, Adnan,
than for me to meet with a fatal accident, hm?

It needn't even be fatal, need it?

Just sufficiently serious
and alarming to persuade me

that perhaps I would be wise, after all,
to forget the whole thing.

What am I, a common assassin?

No, but a frightened man, certainly.

Shukran, Muhammed.

- Hamra?
- That's it.

What is it?

It's the name of a house
on the Rue Columbiere.

The Arabic equivalent
of "Dun Roamin" ' or something.

Check it out,
find out who lives there.

- All right.
- Cheers.

Khalid!

No one told me you were here.
Some coffee?

I'm on my way to a meeting.

I see.

Mansoor?

Well, I'm working on him.

You've had more than enough time.

- Perhaps I should deal with it myself.
- As you wish.

My wish is that you perform
the task I assigned you

and persuade Mansoor
to leave the island.

I will, Khalid, I will.

Give me just a little longer?

Let it be a little longer, Adnan.

Or it passes from your hands
into mine,

with all that that implies for your future
in the diplomatic service.

Oh, nice one, Charlie.

Oh, hello.

Whose Idea was this seaside thing?

Mine. Do you mind, hm?

Oh... blast.

- That wasn't very good, was it?
- Thank you.

- How did Mansoor become involved?
- Well, it was just a stroke of luck.

- Bring those, will you?
- Eh?

I'd got a few of the local lads interested,

but there was no way they were
going to cough up 30 million.

Then I bumped into Adnan Rashid
one night at a party

and I happened to mention it to him.

You mean Rashid
the vice consul?.

That's the fellow. He's also the manager
of their national bank. Hey, leave that there.

Now, a few days later,
he rang me up and he said

if I was still looking for likely investors,
he had a name for me,

somebody who just might be
interested in coming in with us.

- Zaki Mansoor?
- Yeah, right.

- How's the deal going now?
- Hang on.

Well, between ourselves,
very well.

I think in the next few days,

we should have the whole package
sewn up.

- Barring accidents, of course.
- Eh?

Oh.

Too slow, Abu Jasim, too slow!

Who sent you?

Who sent you? Eh?!

Let go!

Aaah!

Aaaaaah!

According to his driving license,
his name is... Ibram,

Muhammed Ibram.

No local address.

Rue Columbiere. Try "Hamra".

We also found this knife.

- Hi, Charlotte.
- Hello.

- Any luck with that address?
- On your desk.

Ta.

Well, well, well.

How long had Muhammed Ibram
been employed by you, Mr Rashid?

Ten years or something like that.

He first came with me
when I arrived in Jersey.

His family has served my family
for several generations.

And he was employed by you
as a bodyguard, right?

He was my servant, my chauffeur,
but most of all he was my friend.

I still can't believe
this has happened to him.

So, if he'd been on Jersey
that length of time,

he'd have hardly been up there
sightseeing, would he?

I have really no idea
what he was doing there.

It was his day off.

- What can you tell me about Zaki Mansoor?
- Mansoor?

Yeah, he's over here on a business trip.

I understand that you recommended him
to a Mr Charles Hungerford

as a potential investor
in this seaside project of his.

I wouldn't put it as strongly
as recommended, Sergeant.

He's not a personal friend
of yours?

I hardly know him.

Give me it!

Ooh!

He was a loyal servant.
You will miss him.

He was working for them.
They have agents everywhere.

You are lying, admit it.

Admit that they are no wiser now
than when they first came to see you.

Perhaps you are right, Adnan.

Perhaps I should get out of Jersey,

right after I have blown your head off.

- Please...
- Admit that they know nothing.

All right.

I've called another meeting
for tomorrow.

We proceed as arranged.

Your cooperation will be appreciated.

If you wish to continue to live in the style
to which you've been accustomed,

please, don't let me down.

The message I bring you, gentlemen,

after consulting with my colleagues,

is a simple one.

We are prepared to provide
the 15 million you require.

Good, excellent.

Over the next few months, gentlemen,
there is going to be

a considerable amount of
groundwork to be done.

Visibility studies,
planning permissions,

and of course
a small mountain of legal work.

All of which is going to cost money,
a lot of money.

May I say, therefore, that my first task
as your new managing director,

is to come to you for that money,
or at least enough of it

to provide our infant company
with some working capital.

Well, that seems to make sense to me.

What sort of money
are we talking about?

Shall we say an initial injection
of four million?

Two million to come from my colleagues
and myself,

and two million's to come from you.

(Phone rings )

Hello? Yes?

Listen, a few days ago you offered
me money to get out of Jersey,

how much can you let me have?

Why?

I can't explain over the phone.

- How much?
- How much do you need?

A hundred thousand.

You are mad!

Look, this is your chance
to be rid of me

and let me warn you once again,

if I go down you'll go down with me.

How soon do you need it?

Right away.

Give me half an hour.

Ah! There you are.

Would you like to come back in now?
Oh, and er...

Between you and me, I don't think you'll be
too displeased with what we have to say.

I'm sorry, Charlie, but I'm afraid
we'll have to leave it for now.

Eh?

Something has happened.
Bad news from home.

Oh.

I'll have to go into St Helier straightaway.

Must see our vice consul.
Please present my apologies to them.

Perhaps we can organise
another meeting tomorrow, all right?

All right, then.

First, tell me what happened.

The police searched my room,
they took the film from my camera.

The only shots on it

were taken at the spot where
your stupid servant broke his neck.

Oh, you fool!

You're the fool,
you who ruined everything.

- Hi.
- Hello, Kim.

- Where's your grandfather?
- Gone out for lunch. They all have.

Uh-huh.

- (Jim ) That's the place, all right.
- (Phone rings )

Bergerac. Yes, Bill.

Thank you very much.

Yes.

And the dabs from Mansoor's room
match those on the knife.

Guess who I've just had
on the phone.

- Go on, surprise me.
- Our friend Rashid.

He wants to make a statement right away.

Apparently he's alleging that Zaki Mansoor
is as bent as a three-pound note.

Which is of course news to him, eh?

Not according Mr Daoud
from their London Embassy.

He's very annoyed with both of them.

I want to hire a boat.

Something to get me across to France.

Yes. Yes.

That sounds like just the sort of thing
I'm looking for.

- Yes.
- (Sneezes )

You're over at St Helier, right?

Right.

Hello?

- Anyone home?
- (Faint banging)

Charlie?

(Kim ) Help!

- (Kim ) Help me.
- (Banging)

- Oh, Dad!
- What happened?

Zaki, he had a gun.
He locked me in.

- Where is he?
- He's gone.

- He's gone where?
- He was hiring a boat.

- (Zaki) Give me the keys, please.
- It isn't ready yet.

I'll take it as it is,
just give me the keys, please!

It needs refuelling!

Drive!

- Can you drive that thing?
- Yeah.

Go on.

(Speaks in Arabic)

Go! Faster! Faster!

Can you get any more
out of this thing?

(Siren )

Faster, faster!

(Gunshots )

Take it up alongside.

Nice work, Captain.

Poor old Dad.

You'd never have got
planning permission, you know.

Wouldn't I?

(Tannoy ) British Airways departure
to London Heathrow.

Final call for BA 5121 to London Heathrow.
It's closing now at Gate 3.

Not the sort of country to get
you hands caught in the till.

No, not if you want them back again.