All language subtitles for Bergerac s03e10 House Guests

Bravo, Sir Gervase, well done.

(Charlie ) Oh, well done, lad.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Now, my first duty as President

is of course to offer my sincere condolences
to all those who didn't win.

Especially those who, like myself,
regard the bunker on the third

as a permanent place of residence.

Well, that duty over, it is with great pleasure

that I present the trophy
for the third year in succession

to Sir Gervase Ewell.

- Well done. Well done.
- Thank you.

And as it is the third year in a row,

the trophy now finds its permanent
place of residence in his study.

My thanks again.

It's presence would be sadly missed
after all this time. Thank you.

Oh, well. Well done, well done.

- (Charlie ) Now a... a special prize...
- Tell me something.

Is Charlie's speech shorter than usual or am
I just developing a higher boredom threshold?

You tell me something. You here to take me
to lunch or are you just here to insult Dad?

The two pleasures are not mutually exclusive.

- Sorry, bit edgy today, I got problems.
- Police problems, of course?

To be precise pirates.

Somebody's been nicking gear off boats.

Jim, I don't want to know.

Brace yourself for another of Dad's speeches.

- Another speech?
- He always makes one at the annual dance.

- And what's that got to do with me?
- I've got two tickets.

- Oh, hang about, Debbie!
- My treat.

Mrs Bergerac? Thanks.

- Did it keep the midges away?
- Wonderfully well.

Sorry, I slipped it into my bag without thinking.

- The number of times I've heard that.
- That's a professional joke.

Fleur Ewell, Jim Bergerac, Detective Sergeant.

How do you do?

Yes, hello. Excuse me.

- Well, I made a big hit there, didn't I?
- Strange lady. Sir Gervase's daughter.

- Didn't know he had one.
- She keeps a low profile.

Come on, I'm starving.

You realise something may come up.
Something unforeseen.

I'd understand if you broke a leg, I would not
be understanding if it was police business.

A golf club dance, Debbie,
that's not my scene, is it?

- You'll be a hit with the ladies.
- Thanks, I've seen the ladies!

- At least one has seen you.
- You, old girl?.

She was abroad, studying art.
Had a nervous breakdown.

- Came back to be looked after.
- Do you know her well?.

I don't know her at all, nobody does.

Pretty girl, though.
Might even ask her for a dance.

A superb shot, real professional standard I say.

Poor old Roger never stood a chance.

I think I was rather lucky,
Dubree played a good game.

But you played a better one.

Now this little beauty is yours for keeps
once I've had it inscribed.

I'll get Simpson to do it. He's the best jeweller
on the island and he's here somewhere.

There he is. Come with me this way.
Excuse me, uh, Bernard? Bernard?

Bernard?

The inscription, Bernard.

Top priority and your very best work,
if you please.

You can rely on it, Charlie. The end of the week?

That would be excellent.

I would like to donate a replacement trophy,
if you have anything suitable.

That's very handsome of you, Sir Gervase.

You can make a formal presentation
at the dance.

I'm afraid I won't be there.

(Charlie ) Sorry to hear that.
You being guest of honour.

Out of the question. I have house guests.

- I've put the clubs in the car, sir.
- Thank you, Vickers.

Well, if you'll excuse me, gentlemen,
thanks for a most enjoyable game.

Goodbye.

Luck of the devil, him.

If you hadn't sliced into the rough on the 17th,
you'd have beaten him.

- I told him as much.
- It's kind of you to say so, but I doubt it.

Sir Gervase owes his high place
on the financial totem pole

to a quite remarkable capacity for concentration.

With what he has on his mind, I doubt if I could
have hit the ball, much less have sunk it.

- What has he got on his mind?
- His house guests.

Big names in European finance.

A private get-together to assemble
an investment package worth billions.

- How do you know all this?
- I got confirmation

from a contact in the City contact last week.

He was all agog.

(Charlie ) Did your... your friend
have any other information then?

Forget it. They have enough money muscle
to destabilise a small national economy.

They don't let anything out of the bag
until they have all their deals sewn up.

- Pity.
- Yes.

Fortunes can be made
from a bit of inside information.

Echo sounder, 1-4-9-8-7.

Radar PPI, 4-5-1-2-8.

Ship's clock... There's no number on that.

- And assorted boat gear.
- Check.

All taken from the Sheer Water at Gorey.

It must be worth a packet! Who'd be looney
enough to leave it in a back alley?

Amateurs. Kids. Got scared
when they realised they couldn't fence it.

- And the rest?
- Owners can't have missed it.

I sent the radio serial number
to the manufacturers.

That's very clever. Might speed things up
if there's identification in here.

- It's locked.
- Was it?

(Phone rings )

(Charlotte ) Yes. Yes, he is.

I'll tell him.

- James?
- Yeah?

Your master calls.

- (Knocking)
- Come in, Jim.

Detective Sergeant Bergerac,
Major Cranshaw of Manguard Limited.

Ex-major, Sergeant,
so there's no need to stand on ceremony.

I didn't intend to.
What's Manguard Limited?

Personal protection. I'm a senior partner.

- Bodyguards.
- (Cranshaw ) Yes.

We've undertaken an assignment here
and I'm briefing Mr Crozier on the background

to avoid any misunderstandings.

We wouldn't want
any misunderstandings, would we?

Major Cranshaw's men will be armed.

Oh? They'll be armed, will they?

Well, don't worry, Sergeant,
they are weapons trained, ex-army.

I don't employ cowboys.

The FACs are in order.
You know the Villa Beauvoir?

- Sir Gervase Ewell's place?
- There's a conference there this weekend.

Attending will be.

Monsieur Charles Pierre Rimbauld,
Banque Matineux, Paris,

Herr Wilhelm Leister, Leister-Braun, Zurich,

Mr Julian David Neville,
International Funding and Equities, London.

Any one of them is a target for a criminal
or terrorist attack, hence the armed guard.

But they'll be inside the villa throughout,
not roaming the streets of St Helier.

- You needn't worry.
- I'm not. You seem to have it buttoned up.

Well, I'd like the cooperation
of the local force just the same.

It's nothing much, just discreet surveillance.

It's a discreet gathering.

You will be in charge, Jim.
They're arriving on Friday, you say?

From midday on.
They'll be gone by Monday evening.

Not too onerous for you, is it? Good.

- I have things to attend to. Thank you again.
- Goodbye.

Think he'll put me in the glasshouse
for not saluting?

It's a bit flat, isn't it?
It's more of a rose bowl. (Chuckles )

That's not bad.
A bit on the small side.

I think I quite like that.

The engraving should be finished tomorrow

and I thought I might deliver it
to Sir Gervase personally.

Good idea.

If you can get your ear to a keyhole, you might
let me know what they're chatting about.

Wouldn't mean anything to me,
I've no head for high finance.

Well, it'd mean a lot to me.

Now... definitely that one.
Do the necessary, will you?

Oh, and let him have the bill.

(Alarms blaring)

- (Guard) OK, sir.
- All right. Switch off and reset.

We've had them under observation
and here it is now.

As soon as he gets within five metres
the alarm goes off.

Even if he isn't spotted.

Very impressive.
But isn't my burglar alarm system adequate?

- Against a normal burglar. But a real expert...
- (Ringing)

(Ringing continues )

- All right.
- Father, how long is that noise going to go on?

I have a splitting headache.

I'm very sorry, but I assure you it is necessary.

- It's bad enough having armed guards all over.
- It won't be for long, Fleur.

(Sir Gervase ) There'll be someone on duty
all the time?

(Cranshaw ) Around the clock, eight-hour shifts.

No one to be admitted
unless one of us is present,

the alarm system to be active at all times.

Eavesdroppers?

No possibility. I've had the whole house
thoroughly swept, no listening devices.

Good. Then that should be satisfactory.

Thank you, sir.

He seems to have thought of everything.

Except for my headache.

- Am I the first?
- No.

Nice of you to bring it around.
The library would look incomplete without it.

My pleasure, Sir Gervase.

Ahem. This way, sir.

See? No problems at all.

You planning to marry that gun?

I'm unfamiliar with the weapon,
I have to get the feel of it.

This is Sonny Neldricken, Rotterdam unit.

Putsi Hoesler. Hamburg.

I've heard of you, of course.

The trouble is, my friend,
too many people have heard of me.

You were fortunate to escape.

- You think so?
- Don't you?

Six years in hiding is six years in prison.

What's the difference, except I would be
halfway through my sentence.

As unit leader you'd have been sentenced
to more than 12 years.

Some got 30, some got 10.

I took an average and gave myself 12.

Your analysis is statistically invalid.

Ohh! I forgot those that got only
a hole in the ground.

- (Hoesler) We honour our dead.
- I'm sure they find that most comforting.

I find that in bad taste.
Our martyrs deserve better.

As most of them were my students,

I think I may permit myself
a modicum of bad taste.

- We've got things to discuss.
- (Hoesler) What about the others?

- There are no others.
- But in Hamburg you led me to...

We don't need a bloody army for this one.

- But they have armed guards.
- And we have somebody on the inside.

Now, shall we get on with it?

Anything important?

Not important enough to keep you away
from the golf club dance.

Why can't you be a bit inventive?

Come on, you'll enjoy it. I'm going.
Save the last waltz for me.

What time does that
eagerly awaited event occur?

Last year we didn't get round
to Auld Lang Syne till day break.

- Oh, my God!
- I've got something for you.

The radio stolen from the boat.
The manufacturers came through.

It was installed in a cruiser called Le Boudoir.

This is a fundraising operation,
there is to be no shooting.

- Tell Hoesler. He requires a gesture.
- And what does he mean by that?

A gesture? What else but blood on the ground.

Well he can forget it.

Once the money is delivered, we lock them
in the cellar and make our way back here.

The French coast is under two hours away.

Police. There's a policeman on the jetty.

Oh, control yourself.

It's probably a tourist.

Putsi, not every man
in the world is a policeman. Yet.

- Morning.
- Good morning. This your boat?

- No. Just a hirer.
- I'm Sergeant Bergerac.

Jersey States Police. Is there anything missing?

Yes, yes, a lot. A radio, a chronometer,

a suitcase...

Yeah, we got all that.

If you'd care to pop into
the Bureau Des Etrangers, you know that?

You can identify the stuff and we'll give it back.

- Thank you. I'll be along later.
- That's an unusual reaction to a burglary.

Most people can't wait to get their things back.

- I'm well insured.
- Oh, I see.

Is that why you didn't report the break-in?

I haven't had time yet.
I only got back from London this morning.

I've been away for a week.

- Much damage?
- Nothing a hammer and nails can't fix.

Mind if I take a look around?

I don't but my friend might.

She isn't quite respectable.
In fact, she's positively indecent.

She is worth looking at in that state, though,
so feel free.

(Jim ) No, thanks, it's a bit early for me.

- I'll see you later, Mr...
- Mercer.

- Mr Mercer.
- Yes, I'll be along later. Thank you again.

I can smell a policeman!

If he'd come through that door,
I'd have cut him in two.

Yes. Well, he didn't.

(Radio ) He's just got out the car, sir.

All right.

- (Beeping)
- Clear.

Herr Leister, I hope you had a pleasant flight.

Sir Gervase, to me a pleasant flight
is a contradiction in terms.

I loathe aeroplanes.

Ah yes, of course, I'd forgotten.

Then a restorative brandy won't go amiss.

If you'd like to join us later in the drawing
room, Monsieur Rimbauld is already with us.

His use of light is admired but I have to confess
his work isn't to my own taste.

I find the Victorians much too sentimental.

But as an example of the genre
it's a fine painting.

And so appropriate to its setting.

Miss Fleur, you must agree a modern abstract
would be ill-mannered in such a setting.

Well, for mere decoration, a Landseer...

Landseer?! All those corpses?

Death all around? (Shudders )
Such a cruel painter, I think.

Sometimes cruelty and death are necessary.

(Door opens )

Let me introduce you.
Monsieur Charles Pierre Rimbauld

of the Banque Matineux.

Herr Wilhelm Leister of Leister-Braun.

- You two haven't met before?
- I have not had the pleasure.

Though hear Leister's name and reputation
are such that I feel I know him well.

My daughter, Fleur.

Miss Ewell.

Your daughter has been entertaining me
in a most instructive manner.

Art is much more fascinating than money.

No.

I don't agree.

Well, perhaps we can agree
that art is desirable and money is a necessity.

Like cruelty and death?

- (Sir Gervase ) I beg your pardon?
- Just a comment.

When can we expect your Mr Neville?

Very soon. Fleur, will you tell Vickers
it's time to meet him at the airport?

He's been gone a long time.

Time, Putsi, is relative to expectations.

You are very philosophical.

I used to be a Professor of Philosophy.

What did that make you?
A peddler of secondhand discredited concepts

giving spurious legitimacy
to the outdated morays of bourgeois liberalism.

Oh, Putsi, Putsi.
Even in my most impenetrable discourse

I was seldom able to achieve a statement
of such density as that.

However, I did teach certain values that clearly
would have met with your approval.

I doubt it.

"Be the master and win, serve and lose,"

"grieve or triumph,
the anvil or the hammer."

I'm familiar with the writings of Goethe.

Yes, I thought perhaps you might be.

Much good of your philosophising did you.

Or my students. In their last shootout with the
gendarmerie, three of them were killed.

Such Sacrifices are necessary.

For whom, Putsi?

For their bourgeois and liberated mamas?

Give me a hand with these.

The last of them flew in half an hour ago.

You got this stuff from the police?

Surely you're taking a risk?
They might get suspicious.

They'd have been more suspicious if I hadn't.

- Any problems while I was gone?
- No.

Only that child. He worries me.

- Three of my specials.
- Yes, sir.

Must congratulate you, Charlie,
this is the best do we've ever had.

Just a matter of organisation.

Yes, been doing a bit of that myself.

- Organising.
- Oh, have you? Jolly good.

I gotta go to Southampton tomorrow
for a couple of days

but when I get back
I think I'll have a little surprise for you.

- What sort of a surprise?
- A very pleasant surprise.

Eh?

- What the devil's he talking about?
- Do you think we could sit down?

Let's get the weight off our feet.

Here he is. Told you I'd return him in one piece.

- Yes, but are you?
- Oh, he missed my toes every time.

I wasn't really trying. More drinks?

(Charlie ) Please.

Same again all round, please.

I meant to tell you,
your pirate's a 16 year old from Gorey.

- You got him?
- Mm, typed his statement before he left.

He tried to flog a stolen watch to a tourist.

Jim, police talk.

Did he say why he left that stuff in the alley?

Panic. The owner almost walked in on him
when he was on Le Boudoir.

- Who? Mercer?
- Mm-hm.

He said he was in London.

Jim, we're dancing.

We're dancing. Speak to me later.

(Deborah) Why are we going this way?
(Jim ) Thought it'd be nice to see the sunrise.

(Sighs )

(Sighs )

Can I go home now?

Not quite.

Detective Sergeant Bergerac,
I'm at the harbour, over.

(Beeping)

Now, the alarm should be off.

What are we supposed to be looking out for?

I don't know exactly, just watch the boat.

That bottle, I want the prints lifted off it.

Push them out to Paris and to London
and if you get anything back, let us know.

- Thought it was gonna be nice and quiet.
- Sleep is an overrated pastime.

I wouldn't know.

Hey? Time for your bed.

(Beeping)

(Beeping stops )

(Chuckling)

Make yourselves comfortable.
No, not that comfortable.

Shall we sit down?

Well, gentlemen, if the agenda
is acceptable to everyone...

I suggest that we proceed to business.

Right.

We are agreed in principle but not in detail.

My organisation can certainly
give cover from its reserves...

- Ah.
- But...

we cannot take the whole risk.

Risk? Risk? My dear Leister,
don't use such obscenities.

We are not here to discuss risks.

I think... I think Herr Leister's
reservations can be overcome if we were to...

- (Knocking)
- Yes? Who is it?

- Father, it's me. I must talk to you.
- Not now, Fleur.

I'm afraid it's important.

Gentlemen, I apologise.
If you will excuse me.

Sit down, all of you! Hands on your heads.

- I'm sorry, Father, they made me.
- Quiet, Fleur.

(Sir Gervase ) You will of course answer
for this criminal action.

Criminals? You are the criminals.

This house has been seized
in the name of the Fifth Group.

It is you who shall answer to us for your crimes,
not us to you.

Be quiet, be quiet.

See to the servants.

The Fifth Group? Well well. I thought
your little lot had been put out of business.

(Mercer) You were mistaken.

(NeviLLe ) And how do we know that you are
who you say you are?

That's not much
when you're facing a Loaded gun.

Mr Neville, they are of the Fifth Group.

I have reason to remember
the face of one of them.

His name is Neldricken.

He was responsible for the murder
of an associate some years ago.

If the ransom had been paid,
he would probably have been alive today.

So would many of your supporters.
I think our gendarmerie are wonderful.

Mr Rimbauld, I must ask you not to make
jingoistic remarks.

Your warning is noted.

What do you want?

(Cocks gun )

(Mercer) 200,000 pounds.

(Maid gasps )

(Mercer) Oh, come on now.
A bargain surely at that price.

How many millions, billions even
were you discussing?

50,000 each? You'd scarcely miss it.

Small as it may seem to you,
I feel obliged to point out

that we don't carry that much
around as loose change.

No, but you can raise it very quickly.

I want the money delivered in mixed currencies
in a suitcase to Jersey airport by special courier.

And if it...

If we decline to cooperate?

Why then, we'll shoot one of you on the hour

and every hour.

You know, I doubt if you'd do that.

Be seated!

- What the hell are you doing?!
- He tried to escape!

He's alive.

You, see what can be done for him.

(Mercer) Now, do any of you
still believe I am bluffing?

- I never doubted you for a moment.
- (Mercer) Good.

Then I think you've all got
some telephone calls to make.

(Man ) The reason I called your chaps
was I couldn't make it out.

Looks as though it could be an aerial.
What do you think?

- And that wall is part of...
- Beauvoir Villa. Yes.

Notice anything else unusual?.

Well, there was an old van
parked out here this morning

but I didn't take much notice of it.

All right, thanks very much.

- No police about?
- No.

Jeez!

Phone... phone the police.

Lie still, don't move.
You're losing a lot of blood.

(Moaning)

- How is he?
- Unconscious.

Here.

- Tear it into strips. It's the best we can do.
- It's not enough. He needs a doctor now.

Put that thought out of your mind.

You promised me there would be no shooting.

I would never have helped
if I thought it would be like this.

You didn't have much choice.

Put a pad over the wound
and tie the bandage tight.

(Sighs ) Maniacs!

Who are these people?

Same people you put your lot in with
in Paris and in Rome.

You didn't think they were maniacs then.

- You knew what you were doing.
- I didn't expect it to be like this.

No? What did you think it'd be like?
Fun and fantasy?

A fun thing getting your kicks
from being in the group?

- He's dying.
- Might be as well for you if he does.

Look, don't give us any trouble.
You've seen how Hoesler deals with it.

Police.

Get rid of him.

Good afternoon. What can I do for you?

Afternoon, sir. I'm Sergeant Bergerac,
Jersey State's police.

I was wondering could I have a word
with Major Cranshaw?

I'm afraid that's not possible at the moment.

Would you mind if I ask you why not?

Major Cranshaw?
He's patrolling the grounds.

Mr Mercer! You do get around, don't you?

I'm on the Major's security team.
I'll handle this, sir.

I wonder if you'd do me a favour?

Would you ask Major Cranshaw if he could
pop into the Bureau? It's just routine.

Some documents that need to be
completed in connection with the FACs.

Firearms certificates.

Oh yes, yes, yes, of course.
I'll be sure to tell him.

Thank you.

(CharLotte on radio ) Detective Bergerac?

Never a moment's peace.

Bergerac. Go ahead, Charlotte.

Jim, we've had a telex from Paris
on those prints.

They're identified with a Dutchman
called Sonny Neldricken.

He is wanted for terrorist activities. Over.

Did you get that? Over.

Yes I got that, Charlotte. Over and out.

I'd like to leave this key for Sir Gervase Ewell.

That's fine, thank you.

(Phone ringing)

Sir Gervase Ewell.

Mm-hm.

Good.

No, there's nothing more.

You can return to London now, thank you.

Time to go, I think.

And after I pick up the key
to the luggage locker?

You give it to me and wait in the car.

I'll collect the suitcase
and you take it back to the villa.

- On my own?
- Yes. I've got... things to attend to.

- Taking something of a risk, aren't you?
- No.

200,000? You'd hardly risk
a massacre for petty cash.

No.

(Chuckles ) Nicely judged.

(Sir Gervase ) Your planning is excellent.
(Mercer) Thank you.

Would it seem extremely curious
if I asked how you gained entry to my house?

Not at all but I think I'll let your daughter
answer that one.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

It was never supposed to be like this.

No one was to be hurt.

When I first joined them
they seemed so idealistic.

They had the answer to everything.

To every problem in the world.

All these years you never even bothered
to find out what she was doing.

It's a wise child that knows his own father,
and vice versa.

I know your daughter better than
you ever will, a lot better.

We weren't just associates you know,
we were... close friends as they say.

- You don't accord her much loyalty either way.
- Loyalty?

To a neurotic girl working out some resentment
against a rich daddy who's neglected her?

She was useful, that's all.
Useful and expendable.

Damn you!

You seem to take some kind of pleasure
in telling me all this.

Yes, well. The money was just money but that?
That was the gesture.

Mr Tobin?

My father's dressing for dinner, can I help?

No. Tell him I'm not
having any more to do with it.

- To do with what?
- This.

A key was left here for Sir Gervase Ewell.

Thank you.

Right. On your way and don't waste any time.

(RimbauLd) If we decline to cooperate?

(Mercer) WeLL then, we'LL shoot one of you
on the hour and every hour.

(Sir Gervase ) You know,
I doubt if you'd do that.

(Gunfire )

- Have you called the police?
- They'll think I was involved.

- You are!
- I'm not! It's that idiot Simpson.

He had some stupid idea I'd pay for information
if he had the villa bugged.

Tobin, his brother-in-law,
he's some kind of electronic...

- Where is Tobin?
- He left in a hurry.

This is terrible.
Who'll believe it wasn't my idea?

- Was it, Dad?
- Eh?

There, see? My own daughter.

Police. Quickly.

This is not a celebration!

Perhaps it should be.
Perhaps all of life should be a celebration.

Besides, it passes the time.

Time can be used more constructively.

A gesture. You three.
Sit down at your places.

Sit!

You have paper and pencils before you.

Write your confessions.

Our confessions?

To what?

To crimes against society.

To greed and exploitation.

Do you have any confessions in mind
or would a general admission do?

Don't joke with me!

You all know what they are, now write.

And you.

No. No. I don't think so, Hoesler.

Stand up.

Stand up when I order you!
And call me sir.

Now, I will hear your confession.

I confess... to fear.

I confess to having feared for my life

when the Gestapo broke our Resistance group
during the Occupation and captured me.

Aww.

I confess

to the self here now

when I look into your face
and recognise the same mind behind it.

But that is all I will confess to scum like you.

(Groaning)

Steady, Putsi. You'll have your confessions

but first they must have something
to overcome their inhibitions.

Gentlemen, the drinks are on the house.

You will drink to the Fifth Group.

This time you do it properly.

- I don't drink on duty.
- Today you drink.

Today everybody drinks. Everybody drinks
every drop of drink in the house.

See, Putsi, it's not just a celebration
but a precaution.

Tomorrow they'll be unable
to remember their first names,

let alone be of any assistance
to the authorities.

So, drink, my dear pig.

It would appear, Putsi, as if you're going
to have your gesture after all.

If he doesn't drink before I count to three...

shoot him.

One...

Two...

Three...

He's dead!
Tom Vickers died five minutes ago.

There is to be no more killing.

He promised me there would be no killing.

- We promised nothing!
- There was to be money, that's all!

After what I've done you owe me the promise.

The movement owes you nothing!
You make me sick pretending to...

- Stand aside!
- Quiet!

Mercer is waiting on board.
Put the suitcase on the table.

(Neldricken ) Give me a key.

Before you do that,
do you know people were killed in Les Toiles

while they're expecting a ministerial reshuffle
in the French government?

And I bet you didn't know that a new play about
Joan D'Arc is getting rave reviews, do you?

- What are you talking about?
- I'm just making polite conversation.

Very clever.

What's happened?

Liars! Cheats! Against the wall!

- Liar! You tricked us!
- Mercer tricked you.

Liar! You first, pig.

No, wait.

A father and his sons at Les Toiles.

A new post for a minister,
a fresh look at Joan D'Arc.

How did you know?

We've known all about you
ever since you came on the island.

I don't believe you.

- Why would you wait so long?
- We wanted Mercer.

Now we've got him.
He's gone to the boat, hasn't he?

My men are down there, just like they're here.

This house is surrounded.

So my advice to you is throw down your guns
very quickly... very quietly.

You're a liar!

Am I?

You enjoy your schnapps last night?

You must have done.
Bottle was empty when I found it.

What is it? Is he bluffing?

I don't know!

They'll walk into a room full of corpses.

Pull the curtain.

It's your choice.

Hoesler would of course...

- shoot them.
- Kill them all as a gesture!

As a philosopher I don't approve of gestures.

(police megaphone ) The house is surrounded.

Come out slowly
with your hands above your heads.

I repeat, come out slowly
with your hands above your heads.

Cogito, ergo sum.

- Any sign of Mercer?
- No. He hasn't been back.

He's got off the island, hasn't he?

I reckon.

(PA) flight to Rio de Janeiro
now boarding, Gate 3.

(Echoing) It's that idiot Simpson!