All language subtitles for Bergerac s03e09 Tug of War

Hello, Pam.

Jack!

- I... I didn't know you were...
- What, out? Yeah.

Hello, Jack. Nice to see you.

- Where's Geoff?
- Um...

- Do you want to come in the house?
- No, thanks.

- Where is he?
- Gone fishing.

- When's he coming back?
- Don't know.

You're his mother and you don't know when?

She don't have to take that from you.

Just tell him I came out to see him.
I'll be down tomorrow.

- No you won't.
- Ken. Don't start.

- He's my son.
- In my custody.

I'll see him when I want to!

Not without a court order, you won't.

God, you got a nerve,
acting as though we're still married

as though these seven years haven't existed!

Go on. Sling your hook.

I'm just going to pick up some money
that's owed me.

Then I'll be back.

You do, sunshine, and I'll break your legs!

Geoff?

Dad! What are you doing here?

- Come on! I've got a taxi waiting.
- What?

Come on.

- See ya.
- Come on.

- Where are we going?
- You'll see.

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

Jack?

What?

You're what?

Oh, no.

No. No, you bring him back.

You bring him back right n...

Jack?

(Sobbing)

(Deborah) All right, Kim, try it again.

(Kim ) Pleased to meet you.

If you're coming my way
you must let me take you.

Only I do like a little conversation.

Encyclopedia, that was the word you wanted.

(Deborah) Good.
(Charlie ) Bravo.

(Jim ) Acting's a doddle, isn't it? Just speak up.

(Kim ) And don't bump into the furniture.
Yes, I know.

Good cake, Debs.
See you haven't lost your touch.

Thanks, I bought it.

That's what I meant.
Haven't lost your touch shopping.

You always were a bit of a diplomat.

I used to hate it
when you made remarks like that.

Now I find it almost, well, endearing.

Must be a case of
absence making the heart grow...

- Fonder?
- (Deborah) I was gonna say softer.

As in brains?

I always mean well.

The world is littered with disasters
caused by folk who mean well.

I didn't know you were a philosopher, Charlie.

I've gotta get back to the office.
I'll see you all later on.

- Dad, you won't be late?
- Am I ever late?

Yes.

Now don't beat about the bush,
am I ever late?

Yes, yes, yes, you're always late.

Ah, well I won't be late tonight.
Scout's honour. See you later.

Seven sharp!

Thanks. Listen, are you two... well... you know...

For God's sake, Dad,
giving Jim tea doesn't mean anything.

It's the thin end of the wedge,
take my word for it.

He hasn't changed, you know,
deep down he's still the same.

Except for the, er...

Keep going, Dad, you're throwing me
right back into his arms.

Uh-huh. Jack Broughton?

(Charlotte ) Just finished seven years
for a bank robbery and GBH.

His wife divorced him and remarried.

- Now he can't see his kid?
- Mm-hm.

Right, you know the routine.

- Ah, Jim, you got a minute?
- Yeah.

Here we are. This one's the best I know of.

- Not so expensive?
- No, it's very reasonable.

- You can see the sea, Dad.
- Yeah all right.

Why don't you nip in and see if they've room?
I know some others if they haven't.

Cheers.

Where are you from?

- Ealing.
- Oh, I know Ealing. Used to live at Brentford.

Why aren't you in school?.

- Er, they let me off for a week.
- Oh. Lucky you.

- And me dad, he's been away.
- Oh, aye?

- What does he do?
- He's...

He's an engineer. He's been in Australia.

He was there the whole year.
So they let me go on holiday with him.

Right, there's room. What's the damage?

Er, 2.75, mate.

Yes, and will you be staying long, Mr..

- Wilson?
- About a week.

Oh, yes, that's fine.

It's a nice big room facing the sea.
I'm sure you'll both be comfortable.

It's up here on the second floor.

(Girl) The river? Boating? Pa! Silly boyish
amusement. I finished with that years ago!

No, I've found a new occupation.

Whatever it is, Mole?

Whatever is that!

- (Laughter)
- (Kim ) There you are!

- Oh, look, there she is.
- Shh!

Isn't that lucky! Just at the psycho... psycho...

- What's the word?
- Encyclopedia? That is if you ask me.

(Toad) I didn't ask you!
Ratty, you know the word.

(Kim ) Introduce me to your friends.
I do get so frightfully left out of it.

My friends, Mr Rat, Mr Mole, Mr Badger,
this is Alfred.

(Kim ) If you're coming my way...

I can't stand an audience that sits on its hands.

- Dad?
- Yeah?

- Can I go fishing tomorrow?
- Do you what you like, son, it's your holiday.

- Dad?
- Yeah.

Ought you to phone Mum to say we got here?

She don't half worry.

I'll phone her when you're in bed.
You finished?

- Yeah.
- Come on, then.

Hey. Come on now, get in the sack.

You got an early start tomorrow
if you want to catch anything.

- Dad?
- Yeah?

- Why did you say our name's Wilson?
- I didn't want any hassle.

What kind of hassle?

Oh, I don't know.

None, most likely.

You see, when you've done something stupid...

and you've been in prison, like I have...

you think people won't leave you alone
when you come out, that's all.

Are you too old to be kissed good night?

Come on.

- Good night, son.
- Good night, Dad.

God bless.

(Beeping)

Yeah, Mr West, please?

Jack Broughton.

I'm in St Helier, love.

It's that Broughton man again.
He says he's here in St Helia.

I'm still not in.

I am sorry, Mr West is out.
No, I have no idea...

He hang up.

Excuse me.

- Sorry.
- Oh, erm, sorry.

Oh, would you like some coffee?

- Sorry?
- Coffee?

Yeah, um, thank you.

- Come in for a coffee?
- Ah no, I don't think so, Debs.

I don't think Charlie
exactly welcomed my return to the family.

Charlie isn't asking you in, I am.

No I don't think so Debs.
I've got and early start tomorrow.

You were terrific. I'm proud of you.

I'll see you, Debs.

Honestly, I was so nervous
the first time I had to go on.

My tummy was going over and over...

(Drowned out by car engine )

When my husband left and took my son,
I was distraught for a long while.

Oh, I didn't mind the fact my husband went.

He was quite the most
boring person I ever met.

On holiday he would spend the whole day
at the phone to his office.

Drive miles to find a financial newspaper.

But he took Michel.

How old was the boy when he left?

Thirteen.

But don't the French courts
give custody to the mother?

No. When you are as rich as my husband
and can hire important lawyers,

you have no trouble with the courts in France.

(Tuts ) As I said, I'm sorry.

No, I was staring
at you and your son tonight.

- Forgive me.
- I didn't notice.

You and he have a nice relationship, I think.

We are working at it.

( ♪ Classical music playing)

Aren't you coming to bed, Julian?

In a while.

Is anything wrong?

No, of course not.

(Geoff) See ya.

(Phone ringing)

(Jim ) Mr and Mrs Lewis?

Sorry for the wait,
I'm Detective Sergeant Bergerac.

(Pam ) Have you heard from Geoff?
(Jim ) I'm afraid we haven't.

(Ken ) What are you doing about it?
(Jim ) We've done all the normal things.

Circulated the description and the photographs.

(Pam ) What else?

Mrs Lewis, what makes you
so certain they've come to Jersey?

Look, there's no point
in holding anything back now.

Jack was caught for doing a bank job.

It was a big number
and the bloke who financed it lives here.

- Know his name?
- No.

That was seven years ago, wasn't it?

But Jack said that he had to collect
some money that was owed him.

The next thing we know
he's run off with our Geoff!

So you think he's come here for his money?

Where else is he going to go? He was skint.

I mean, after seven years inside,
where else will he get money?

We better go up to the office.

If he's here, we'll find him.
It'll take time, we are not magicians.

For seven years, Jack saw Geoff once a fortnight.

And now... now he thinks he's got
the right to take him off like this!

- Mrs Lewis, when Jack came to see you...
- Yeah?

Did you let him see Geoff?

Well, the court order
did give me complete control.

But did you say he couldn't see him?

Well, Ken got hopping mad
when Jack came barging in.

Yeah. I told him if he came back
like he threatened to I'd have to deal with him.

Jack Broughton's trouble.
There's only one way of handling trouble.

Know what I mean?

Asking to see your own son
isn't my idea of trouble.

All I want is Geoff back, please?

- Oh, good morning.
- Morning.

I thought you were fishing.

No, Geoff's gone.
I've some business to attend to.

Mind you, I'm not looking
for the financial papers.

I don't suppose you've hired a car?

No, as a matter of fact I have a car.

This business is the other end of Jersey.
It's the only way I can get there.

I'll ask the landlady.

- Oh Jack.
- Yeah?

- Take my car.
- Oh, come on, I'll be some hours.

- But really I'm going nowhere today.
- Are you sure?

- Sure. It's the Renault over there.
- Thanks.

Oh, and just remember,
it's a left-hand drive.

- Yes?
- Jack Broughton to see Mr West.

I'm Sorry, I'm afraid he's not at home.

That's all right. I'll wait.

I said Mr West is out.

- Where is he?
- At his office.

Now will you kindly leave this house?

- You the wife?
- Yes.

Be a good girl.

Get on the blower and tell him
Jack Broughton would like to have a word.

The only phone call I'll make is to the police.

Ring him!

- Ken, where have you been?
- Out walking.

I don't know how you stay cooped up in here.
I'd go barmy.

I'm not leaving that phone.

When I get hold of your ex-husband,
I'll kill him.

So help me Pam, I'll tear him apart.

Calm down, now. Calm down, eh?

I remember when they arrested Jack Broughton.

- Why do you remember it?
- He was on his way here.

Yeah? What happened?

He was caught at Heathrow
trying to get on a plane to Jersey.

- Ah, coming to get his money.
- Do you believe his wife?

Poor man.

How about poor mum?
She's frantic with worry.

If she'd let him see the boy,
he wouldn't have done it.

- Doesn't say she stopped him.
- Why would he do such a thing?

With his record
he'd go to prison for dropping litter.

It's not just robbery,
there's grievous bodily harm and assault.

How would you like someone like that
to take a child of yours?

That's the law for you. Snap judgment.

Everything's black and white.
He's also the boy's father.

This kind of thing always gets people going.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Morning.
- Morning!

- Nice day.
- Yes, lovely.

(Car pulls up)

(Door slamming shut)

- He just forced his way in.
- How dare you!

- (West) What do you want?
- Don't!

Now don't you start
by mucking me about, Mr West.

We're both too long in the tooth for that.

- Leave us alone, my dear.
- But who is he?

I said get out!

Did you do this?

- You should have answered my calls.
- Do you know how much this piece was worth?

- Matter of fact, I do. About 10 grand.
- What?

That's half the price agreed
for the last job I did, which I failed to collect,

plus the bonus also agreed
for keeping my trap shut.

No, don't. Wait.

Wait.

All right!

Memory's coming back, is it?

Twenty.

I should charge you double,
what with the inflation over seven years.

I'll get it.

You do that.

I wish somebody'd snatch my kid.

Records blaring day and night,
weirdo friends lying about all over.

I'd pay somebody who would.

Do you mind?

(Knocking)

Oh, it's you. Come on in.

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

You came here just to tell us that?

Mrs Lewis, when Jack was arrested,
he was trying to catch a flight here?

- Yes.
- How often did he come to Jersey?

I don't know. He was often away
days at a time but I never knew where.

Scotland Yard has no record of anyone here
who may have been banker for that job.

You don't know for sure it's something like that.

I mean, not for sure, be honest.

- Who gave you the idea, Mrs Lewis?
- Well, I... I once heard Jack on the phone

saying something about getting
his work from Jersey.

Are you sure he said Jersey? I mean,
couldn't he have said Chertsy or Chelsea or...

I don't know, I just...
I don't know anything any more.

- I just want Geoff.
- Take it easy. It's all right.

(Phone ringing)

Yeah? Yes, he's here.

- It's for you.
- Thanks.

Yeah, Sergeant Bergerac.

No, tell him to stay at the docks.

I'll be down in ten minutes, all right?

Taxi driver. He picked up a man and a boy,
said they looked like the pictures in the paper.

- We're coming.
- No. You stay where you are.

- You're joking!
- No, stay put in this room.

Leave it to us, right?

- Where are you going, Ken?
- I'm not hanging around here, I'll tell you.

Where have you been? What's happening?

20,000 pounds. Now get out!

Open it.

Show your face around here again,

I'll have it rearranged
so your own mother wouldn't know it.

My old mum hasn't known me for 30 years.

- Can I help you?
- Yes, are you the owner?

- Yes.
- I'm Sergeant Bergerac.

Yes, Sergeant, what do you want?

This man and his son,
are they staying here?

- Yes. That's Mr Wilson.
- Haven't you read the newspapers today?

I don't have time to read till the evening.

Hmm. Well, take a few minutes off.

- Oh, dear!
- Are they in?

No, they went out early.
They asked where they could hire a boat.

Oh, I see. I'd like to see their room, please.

- Yes, yes, of course. It's this way.
- Thank you.

- He seemed such a nice man.
- Probably is.

- The paper said he was a criminal.
- He was.

But to snatch the son from the mother,
that's despicable.

Did the boy Geoff
act sacred or frightened of his father?

- Not frightened, no.
- No? And they went fishing together?

So I believe.

Seems like they are having a good time?

- Well, I suppose so but the paper did say...
- Well the papers would, wouldn't they?

Now look, I'm going to be waiting outside.

When they come back, try and act normally.

- Business as usual.
- Yes, very well.

(Horn toots )

- Drive on, quickly.
- What's the matter?

You don't wanna get mixed up in this.

Let us go and find Geoff.

- Dad, look!
- Hey! That's terrific.

(Marie ) Well done, Geoff.

Come on.

Got you. Whoah!

All right, mate? Twenty?

Thank you.

- See you, Tom.
- Bye.

Tom said we can eat it.

Yeah? Well, we'll find a new place to stay
and they'll cook him for your tea.

- Do we have to move?
- Wouldn't you like to stay in a big hotel?.

- A hotel?.!
- Yeah.

Didn't think we could afford it.

Well, as a matter of fact
I had a win on the horses today.

- You'd like a room to yourself, wouldn't you?
- Yeah!

- A hotel?.
- Yeah.

- They will contact all the large hotels.
- Most likely.

Is it wise, then, to go?

Marie, I just want a holiday
with my son, that's all.

When I was in prison
that's the one thing I could think of.

Only thing that kept me sane.

Well, now I've got the money,
I'm gonna have one.

Swimming pool, room service, the lot.

(Marie ) Off we go.

- I'd like three singles if that's possible.
- Yes, sir. Just sign the book, please.

- Your keys.
- Thanks.

- Can you put this into the safe?
- Of course.

I'll have the rest of your luggage
sent up straightaway.

Ah.

- Oh, it's elsewhere. I will go pick it up.
- Very good, madam. Thank you.

- You be careful.
- Don't worry.

All right, son?

- Mrs Jenson?
- Yes?

- I'm sorry, I must leave at once.
- I'm sorry. Is there something wrong?

No, it's been most comfortable.
I really enjoyed it.

But I'm afraid I have to go.
Would you prepare my bill?.

- Yes. Yes, of course.
- Thank you.

Sergeant!

(Door opens )

- Did you find them?
- Er, no, love. I've looked all over.

Where did you look? What did the police say?

- That Bergerac...?
- No, that was all to cock.

No, I've searched the island, top to bottom.

Nothing.

(Pam sobs )

He'll be here.

I feel I'm in a time warp, Lil.

Seems like I'm living through ten years ago
all over again.

Look, if Jim's late I'm sure
there's a very good reason.

Ten years ago, the good reason was booze.

Well, I can tell you,
it certainly isn't the case these days.

- I know, Lil.
- You won't have to wait much longer.

Start by saying "I'm sorry".

- I'm sorry.
- Problems?

- Well, I've had better days, yeah.
- You look tired.

- Oh, fed up would be more accurate.
- You wanna talk about it?

No, not much. Well, yeah.

Still the same firm, decisive old Jim.

Been trying to find somebody all day
and I haven't had much luck.

What's so special about this person anyway?

He's been in the nick for seven years. Comes
out and the law won't let him see his son,

so he brings him here
for holiday without permission.

They're having a wonderful time but I have
to arrest this guy for breaking his parole.

With a record like his,
he'll go straight back into prison.

How was your day?

What does the mother feel about it?

- Not too good.
- I'm not surprised.

- You're on her side?
- If I'm on anyone's side, it's the child's.

Jim, switch it round.

Supposing I'd cleared off, leaving you with Kim,
then I come back and take her away.

Aren't you gonna look to the law to get her back
and stop it from happening again?

Well, aren't you?

If you can't separate the moral issue from the
legal one,

you better look for another line of work.

Try market gardening.

( ♪ Whaml.. CLub Tropicana on stereo )

(Jack) No, no, no. no. (Screaming)

Right! Now you're really for it!

- Hello, Geoff.
- Hello, Uncle Ken.

- What are you doing here?
- Your mother's been worried sick about you.

- Why?
- Didn't know where you were.

- Course she did.
- No, son.

- But Dad...
- Your dad took you off without telling anyone.

He said mum knew all about it.

Well let's go and see her, shall we?

- These your things?
- Yeah, but what about Dad?

- We'll drop a note in at the hotel.
- No. He's only down the beach.

We'll come back later.

She's not far, she wants to make sure you're
OK. Come on, you can get changed in the car.

Well?. What do you think?

(Deborah) Bought it?
(Charlie ) Well, I didn't steal.

(Kim ) It's lovely.
(Charlie ) Come on aboard, Admiral.

You've got one boat, why do you want another?

There's a wide open market for chartering out
craft. I shall clean up.

Move over, Onassis,
Charlie Hungerford's on his way.

- I got it cheap.
- How cheap?

- 20,000.
- Mere bagatelle!

Funny name, Dresden Miss.
Did you get it from a German or what?

He's a porcelain freak, got an amazing collection.

Not that it means anything to me,
a lot of painted dolls looking like door stops.

- Mr Julian West?
- No, why? What do you want?

- I represent Alcott and Company.
- Oh, yeah?

I've been instructed to reposses the vessel
The Dresden Miss.

Hey. Hang on. Hold your horses. Just a second.

For a start, this boat belongs to me.
I bought it from Mr West myself.

- And you are?
- Hungerford, Charles.

Mr Hungerford, I'll advise you that Mr West was
in no position to sell you The Dresden Miss,

having made only three payments
on a hire purchase order.

I got all the papers, certificate of sale.

Mr Hungerford, whatever certificate of sale you
might have, I assure you is counterfeit.

- What was the name again?
- Julian West.

(Charlie ) Crook from way back,
I should have known better.

Well, he must have returned to the hotel.

- Yes, he has taken his clothes.
- Yeah.

Yeah I suppose so.

Could I have 43, please?

There's a message for you, sir.

Sergeant Bergerac. Bureau Des Etrangers.

- Yes?
- I'd like to see a Mr West, please?

So would I.

- You must be Mrs West.
- Not for much longer.

- Where is he?
- Don't know.

As you probably gathered by now, I don't care.

Do you know if he's been been contacted
by a man called Jack Broughton recently?

- Yes.
- When was that?

Yesterday. He had something on Julian
which isn't unusual.

(Jim ) How do you know that?

Because he asked Julian for £20,000
and got it just like that - in cash.

You wouldn't happen to know
where Mr Broughton is now?

Not a clue.

Who are you after?
Julian or this Broughton man?

I'm after Broughton but I expect my colleagues
will be gunning for your husband.

Something about the fraudulent sale of a boat.

Not the sinking ship that all the rats desert?

Still, why should they stay and drown?

I think you should stay, Mrs West.

At least until we have completed our inquires.

- (Whispering) Oh, come on!
- Jack, I was looking for you.

You. Go away, please.

Where's Geoff? What has happened?

(Phone ringing)

Yeah.

Yeah?

All right look, wait.

- Just let me talk to Pam.
- (Hangs up)

- I've got to go and meet somebody.
- Your wife?

- Er, could I use the car?
- Yeah, sure.

But if she has Geoff
why does she want to see you?

Jack...

Why are we meeting Mum here?

Cos we don't want the coppers involved.

Why should they be?

Your dad broke the law
when he ran off with you,

and we don't want to see him in trouble.

That's why we arranged to meet here,
out of the way.

Are you saying that you do have
an idea where Geoff is?

We do have a lead but we're gonna get nowhere
we all start rushing off yelling blue murder.

- Yes, but...
- Please, calm down.

Then why did Ken tell me last night the tip-off
from that taxi driver came to nothing?

Did he tell you that?

- Yes.
- (Phone ringing)

- Where's your husband now?
- He went off again, early.

- Do you know where?
- To look for Geoff, her said.

I'm sorry. Jim, it's Madame Brouac.
She's calling about Jack Broughton.

Yeah, Bergerac.

Oh, yeah? Blue Renault?

Got the registration number?

But you don't know which direction he went off?

Well, thanks all the same.

Would you have my bill made up?
I will be leaving today.

- Will you stop that?
- Listen, where's Mum?

I told you she'll be here.
Now shut up about it.

But it's boring here!

I told you to shut up!

Let the boy go.

Throw the case over, Jack.

Not too hard.

It's a long drop.

Now, let him go!

I'll take that.

I told Lewis it was probably a mistake
to shop you on that last job.

Shut up, West!

- So it was you.
- He got greedy, and not just for your money.

Still, all's well that ends well.

Run for it, son. Run for it!

(Geoff) Stop it!

Stop it!

(Grunting)

(Jack) Lewis!

No!

(Sirens blaring)

Stay still.

Ken! What the hell's going on?
Who is he?

His name's West.

Jack and I used to work for him.

Don't!

Drop the gun, Mr West.

- Don't wanna hurt the kid, do you?
- Not unless you force me to.

Let my son go.

As soon as I get off this island.
(Jim ) Not a chance. You're not going anywhere.

- Dad, help me!
- Let him go, you bastard! Let him go!

(Gunshot)

- Dad, are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm all right.

You just look after your mum.

Seems like you've got a lot
to thank that French woman for.

- Oh, Marie.
- She was smashin'.

- Where did you meet her?
- Oh, at the digs.

Got to be going soon. Oh!

Do you reckon they'll put you inside again?

I don't know.

You and Geoff enjoy your holiday.

- Dad?
- Yeah.

You're coming home when it's all sorted out?

It's not my home, son.

(Pam ) Could be.

If you want it.

I still find it hard to understand.
She was married to him after all.

How could she not know they worked together?

Well, it was business I suppose.
Some businesses must be kept separate.

- Now that I do understand.
- You didn't used to.

- I didn't want to, not then.
- Change your mind?

- Enjoy your lunch?
- Mm, yes, thank you very much, Lil.

- Time for coffee?
- I should think so.

Well, Jim said you were in a rush
and it had to be a quick lunch.

I see. He didn't actually tell me that.

- I'll get the coffees.
- Thank you, Lil.

- Sorry, Debs, it's just...
- Business?

Here comes my escort.

That's the trouble with coppers.
Always about when you don't need 'em.

- I gave you as long as I could.
- Yeah.

- We appreciate it, Sergeant.
- I understand.

I'm a family man meself.