Original subtitles

There we are. Okay, come on, now, girls, down onto the quay, quickly.

- Are you ready? - Yeah.

We'll do it now. We'll do it here by the car.

Come on, girls, hurry up. One on either side.

One on each arm. That's right.

Take the cigar out. Now, smile.

Sorry we're late. Where should we go?

Down on the quay! Get the band down there.

We're trying to get the photos took. We haven't got all day.

Right. Oh, come on, do hurry up. Right. There we are. Smile, girls. Cheese.

(PLAYING CEREMONIAL MUSIC)

You're looking perky, Charlie.

"Dull would he be of soul who could pass A sight so touching in its majesty."

That poetry, Charlie?

When I see money sailing towards me, Jim,

- I always feel... - Poetical?

Three hundred computer experts bulging at the ears with brains,

with wallets to match, and they're all mine.

It restores your faith in God, doesn't it?

Ah, welcome to Jersey, Mr Chatterjee.

I am Charles Hungerford. I hope you had a pleasant crossing. Splendid. Splendid.

Now, if you'll just assemble your party over here,

I have a fleet of cars waiting to drive you to your various hotels.

Anna, flowers for Mr Chatterjee. Come on, girls, flowers for everybody.

That's right, in you go. Welcome to Jersey, ladies and gentlemen.

What's he on about, eh?

Charlie's organised a computer conference over here

for the next four days.

He's called it his Computercon.

- Where's he getting his cut? - Well, just about everywhere.

For starters, as soon as the dates were fixed,

he hired every hotel room in the town. But he's being very generous.

He's letting them back at £10 a night over the tariff.

We should run him in. There must be some law.

No, no, Charlie's always legal. Just.

Someday, Charlie'll be dipped in cement and dropped off the edge of the island.

There you go. How are you? Vey nice to see you again.

Got all your computers in there, have you?

Well done. Not too heavy for you, the flower, is it? There we are.

Fou days talking about computes?

I couldn't talk about the damn things fo fou seconds.

Do you ever get the feeling that the world is passing you by, Barney?

Yes, and I don't mind one little bit.

At least that lot won't give us any trouble. It's the paper-hat brigade

with the beer cans that worry me. Okay, let's go.

- Sheets. - What?

- I waited until now. - So?

You put two clean sheets on the bed yesterday.

- I don't like sleeping in a dirty bed. - I've told you before, Monica.

Top to the bottom, and a clean sheet on the top.

- My mother... - Lived in a slum.

We're now living in a £1 million house.

What are you talking about sheets for, Jarvis?

I'm talking about unnecessary extravagance.

The simple, practical economics of life don't alter.

Oh, shut up.

Just don't let it happen again.

(DOG BARKING)

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

(CLATTERING)

- Fluke. - Skill, that was. Get them off.

You know, Jim, there's much quicker ways of going about all this.

We have the time.

(PHONE RINGING)

- Hello? - CROZIER: Sergeant Bergerac?

Yes. Correction. We had the time. It's for you.

- For me? How strange. Hello, Bergerac. - Jim.

- Oh, hello, Barney. - What are you up to?

As a matter of fact, I'm playing tiddlywinks.

Tiddlywinks?

It's a great game if you've got the right motivation.

Well, I'm sorry to interrupt such intellectual pursuits,

but we have a death threat on our hands. A certain Jarvis McLeod,

a computer engineer over at Bonne Nuit Bay,

a place called Fresh Springs.

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Yeah.

Sergeant Bergerac, Bureau des Étrangers.

Hold on.

(BLOWING ULTRASONIC WHISTLE)

Do you know how long it's taken for you to come from St Helier?

Well, I got here as soon as I could, sir.

It's over an hour since I spoke to your boss.

Yes, something about a threatening message, was it?

Shut up! Sit!

(DOG WHIMPERS)

Are you taking this seriously?

Of course I am, damn it, that's why I've called you here.

And this message was left on your computer?

Yeah.

Well, don't you think it might be a joke?

Sergeant, someone's accessed my system. Do you have any idea what that takes?

Well, I don't understand too much about computers, Mr McLeod.

My God!

It's a difficult thing to do, Sergeant, and nobody would do it just for a joke.

Yeah, I see. It's just that the island is full of people

who do understand computers at the moment.

- There's a conference on. - I know that.

- I helped organise it. - Oh?

I thought Charles Hungerford did that.

He came to me fot advice, names, companies, that sott of thing.

You watch a lot of television, don't you, Mr McLeod?

Those are not television screens, Bergerac.

I control my business from here.

Jarvis can hold a conference from here.

Department heads, factory managers, overseas reps,

he can have them all on the line at the same time.

- As if you were all in the same room? - That's right.

(EXCLAIMING)

That is fantastic.

When you've finished gasping, Bergerac, what do you propose to do about this?

- You've got no idea who sent it? - None at all.

Well, have you made any enemies that you can think of?

- Someone in computers, perhaps? - Obviously someone in computers.

A child of three could deduce that.

Yeah, but someone like you. I mean,

someone in your position must have stepped on a few toes, eh?

Yeah, I suppose I have.

And some of those people might be in Jersey now, yeah?

I can think of no one who'd threaten my life.

How about John Logan?

- Logan? No, surely not. - Who's John Logan?

He used to be my partner. We split up about three years ago.

Since then, there's been some unpleasantness.

Like what?

Oh, the odd threatening phone call, letters, nothing more.

- Why? - Well, after we split up,

he started his own software business.

Last year, he sued me for infringement of copyright.

He claimed one of the games I was putting out was based on his idea.

- Actually, Crescendo was my idea. - That's beside the point.

- Anyway, he lost the action. - Is John Logan in the island now?

- Not that I know of. - But you said you gave Hungerford

- a list of names. - Not Logan's.

Well, I'll make inquiries.

And while you're making inquiries, Sergeant, what am I expected to do?

Oh, I expect you'll be safe enough, sir.

You seem to have a pretty good security system here.

Don't I get any protection?

Well, I'll see that a patrol comes by here regularly.

In the meantime, if you see anything you think is wrong,

phone the station immediately, all right?

I'll see you out, Sergeant.

Flatfoot.

This man Logan, is there anything more you can tell me about him?

Well, you're gonna find out anyway. We used to be together.

Oh! And how did Logan feel about you marrying McLeod, then?

He was very bitter and upset.

- Bitter enough to commit murder? - Oh, no.

No, but he could be trying to frighten Jarvis.

Yeah, well, thank you.

- How do I get through the gate? - There's an electronic beam.

Ah, of course.

Well, I'll let you know if I turn anything up, okay?

And thanks for you help.

Apart from being worried, what's this Jarvis McLeod like?

It says in that file that he's got the highest IQ in Mensa.

What the hell's that got to do with it?

If you needed brains as well as money to live here,

we wouldn't have an immigration problem.

He's so big-headed, he's probably put that information in himself.

- What do you think, Lil? - He's only been in a few times.

Yeah, but how did you find him? Was he a sociable sort of chap?

You must be joking. He keeps his small change in a purse.

We've got to find somebody with a motive.

Well, I have noticed,

when he's offered a drink, he switches from a lager to a large brandy.

- Well, there's your motive. - Well, that's it, then.

- Open and shut case. - Thanks, Lil.

Cheers.

Excuse me, Charlie Hungerford?

- Number 25, up the stairs. - Thank you.

Testing. Testing. One, two, three. Testing.

No. No. No, still nothing there, Mr Hungerford.

Oh, blast.

Testing. Still testing. Oh, bloody thing.

You've got it all set up, Charlie?

(GRUMBLING)

Blasted speakers aren't working. What are you doing here, anyway?

- I understand you know Jarvis McLeod. - Vaguely. What about him?

He says he helped you set up this conference.

Did he heck as like! I just sounded him out about a few names,

companies, nothing more than that.

Now, testing. Fred, how's that? Testing. Testing.

Still not working, Mr Hungerford.

- Bloody hell. - JIM: How did you get on to him?

Well, he caused enough publicity when he first came over to Jersey.

"The king of King Computers settles in Jersey." Put that back, will you?

Sorry. He's not in computers now, Charlie. He's in software.

I know that. As a matter of fact, I've asked him to give a talk about software.

You know, I always thought that meant pullovers.

Yeah, I'm a bit woolly on the subject myself.

Woolly? Oh, that's good. That's good, Jim. Very good, indeed.

Oh, here we are. Down here, I think.

Anyways, he's giving a talk about it on Friday,

if I can ever get these damn speakers working.

So he is taking part in the conference?

You know, he's just giving a talk. I mean, I didn't want him...

Didn't want him what?

Look, do you mind telling me what all this is about?

Yes, he's had... He's had his computer accessed.

- You mean repossessed? - No, no, accessed, Charlie.

It means when someone breaks into a computer system.

Someone's dealt him the black spot.

Well, just so long as they don't do it before Friday,

otherwise I'll have to get another speaker.

Hey, Fred, stop tapping like that, will you? It's a delicate instrument.

Oh, sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

You said you didn't want him to... Charlie, you didn't finish the sentence.

Well, McLeod offered to help me organise this conference,

- but I decided against it. - Why?

Well, I discovered that he wasn't too popular.

You see, when King Computers went down the plughole a couple of years back,

a lot of cteditots went down as well. I mean, agents, parts suppliers,

- you know, the usual small fry. - Oh, that's great.

- That really widens the field, don't it? - Eh?

Of people who might want to knock him off.

Aye, well, he certainly isn't flavour of the month.

Fred, try that one, will you?

Oh, I think that's for the hotel speakers.

- Well, never mind. Try it anyway. - Okay, Mr Hungerford.

Very sorry, Jim, but I've got a lot of work to do.

Hang on, Charlie.

This is, or potentially is, a murder enquiry, you know?

- Aye, and this is definitely money. - All right, just tell me,

have you got a John Logan on your list of, what do you call them, delegates?

Delegates is a polite word for it.

(CHUCKLING)

For most of this lot, it's the middle-class equivalent

of a European soccer outing.

The waitresses are already asking for danger money.

(HESITATING)

Oh, here we are, Logan. Yes, you'll find him at the Hotel Bristol.

- Thanks, Charlie. - All right.

- Now, Fred. - Yeah?

Get to the back of the hall and shout

- if you can hear anything, all right? - Okay... All right.

Come on, get you stomps moving. We haven't got all day.

- Okay, Mr Hungerford. - Come on, now. All right.

Testing. Testing. Testing. One, two, three. One, two three.

"There was a young man from Devizes With balls of differing sizes

(ON PA) "One was small and no use at all The other was huge and won prizes"

- That sounded all right, did it, Fred? - Very good.

Oh, Oh, good, Good, Well, we'll try another one.

"There was an old man from Bosham Who took out his eyeballs to wash them

"His wife said, 'Oh, Jack If you don't put them back

"'I'll sit on the table and squash them.'"

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

All right, Fred, did it sound good?

Hello, this is Bergerac. I'm just clocking in.

Could you ask DC Goddard to check that John Logan, Logan,

is staying at the Hotel Bristol, please?

And could I have a description of the man, please? Thank you.

FRED: They can hear you all over the hotel, Mr Hungerford.

What? Oh, bloody hell!

JARVIS: Someone came onto this propety last night, Sergeant.

Look at that fence.

When did you notice this?

About half an hour ago. I was out walking the dog.

- And nobody entered the house? - No.

- And you didn't hear anything? - Look, Bergerac,

whoever came through that fence knew what he was doing.

He must have overridden the computer control system.

Yeah, well, I'll just check the house for signs of attempted entry, okay?

And who found it, huh? Who's a clever baby?

Oh, my love! Come on.

- Bloody casual about it, aren't they? - Well, I think he seems a competent man.

For God's sake, Monica. Someone threatens to kill me,

someone breaks into the house,

and all the police can do is to send out one man.

Oh, I suppose they're a bit short of tanks and howitzer batteries.

They should have sent someone up here to guad the place properly yesterday.

I presume, after all this, I'm gonna get some proper protection.

- Oh, it's being arranged. - What is?

Your protection, sir, but, frankly, I think you are the victim of a hoax.

- A hoax? - Yeah, this, after the message,

and then no attempt to enter the house.

I think someone is just trying to frighten you.

Well, they're succeeding.

- Monica, I'm late. - I know.

I'll be back around midday. I expect Speedy Gonzales will still be here?

- Bergerac to Goddard. - Yes, Jim?

- Subject is just leaving the house. - We'll be right behind him.

- Can I get you some coffee, Sergeant? - No. No. No, thanks.

Well, just let me know if you need me.

(CAR SPEEDING AWAY)

- Bergerac to Barry. - Yup.

- Where are you? - There's been an accident, Jim.

- I said where are you? - Bel Air.

On my way.

- Did you see it? - Nope, I came round the corner

- and there he was. - You all right?

- Yeah. - So what happened?

I just lost control.

Yeah, well, I think someone has done a job on your brake pipe.

I thought they felt a bit spongy. How do you know?

There's a pool of fluid where you've been parking.

That's obviously why they came in last night.

Bloody hell, if I'd gone my usual route I'd be over the cliffs by now.

Come on, I'll give you a lift. Get the breakdown boys, Barry, will you?

Why didn't you take your usual route?

I sometimes come this way when I'm not in a hurry.

But you said when you were leaving you were late.

Not that late.

I think I've hurt my chest.

(DOG BARKING)

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Would you like something to eat? - Are you buying dinner?

- Like a peanut? - I'll skip dinner.

I notice you ex is here again.

Yeah, I've seen her. Who has she drug up this time, eh?

Tell me the mystery of Fresh Springs, McLeod.

It's still a mystery.

- But the dog didn't bark. - What?

The Sherlock Holmes story. The dog that didn't bark.

I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.

Excuse me, just want to see Debs about the new boyfriend.

Who's the new face, then?

- Old face. I met him in London. - Blue Lagoon? It goes with his shirt.

At least he can take it or leave it.

So he's followed you all the way from London, has he?

No, he came over for Dad's computer thing.

Oh, he's one of those. What's his name?

- John Logan. - I thought so.

- Something wrong? - I've been looking for him all day.

- Mr Logan? - Ah, the ex-husband. Jim, isn't it?

- She pointed you out. - Sergeant Bergerac to you.

- You know why I'm here? - Of course, feel fere.

I wanted a word or two about Jarvis McLeod.

Jarvis? What about him?

Someone sent him a murder threat on his computer.

Oh, good. Put me down fo 10p towards the wreath.

- Mrs McLeod suggested it might be you. - Why?

Well, you're an ex-partner of his, aren't you?

Lost a court case against him and lost the lady, too, I gather.

She thinks you might be bitter.

Monica is a conceited bitch, and there was no real decision in that court case.

- McLeod was left to pay his own costs. - Where were you last night?

Why?

Well, you weren't at the hotel. I checked.

I don't have to answer your questions.

Well, you can come down to the station if you like.

We take murder threats very, very seriously.

I've never threatened to murder McLeod!

In any case, what's all this got to do with where I was last night?

Someone broke into his house last night.

Oh, I see. Well, I have an alibi.

- I stayed with a friend. - Can you prove that?

Ask your ex-wife.

Oh, thanks. If you've come to see Dad, he's not here.

No, I haven't.

Not me, surely. I thought we said all we had to say years ago.

I never shared your taste for public scenes.

Or anything else much, really.

The night before last, your friend Logan said he spent the night with you.

So?

Well, did he, or didn't he? Just want to know.

Tuesday? No, that was the night I entertained the Italian army.

- Oh, come on, Deborah. - It's a bit late for jealousy, isn't it?

Look, this is an official police enquiry.

Jealousy doesn't come into it. Now, was he here or wasn't he?

Well, you're the detective. Find out.

Thank you very much for your assistance.

Oh, God! Jim, you bastard!

You come back here! I'll...

(SHOUTING)

(DOG WHIMPERING)

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Jarvis!

(EXCLAIMING)

- See you back at the lab. - Yeah.

Is Mrs McLeod here?

She's upset. She was very fond of the animal.

But you weren't?

Well, it was her dog, but I liked it well enough.

It would help to speak to her.

Monica!

This is the inspector.

Chief Inspector. How do you do, Mrs McLeod?

- How do you do? - Please.

Would you tell us exactly what happened?

We were having roast beef for lunch,

and I trimmed the joint, put it on one side.

I was only out of the kitchen a couple of minutes.

- Yes? - Well, I heard a funny noise,

and when I came back... It was Rebel. He was on the floor.

I could see he was dying.

And the dog had taken the meat. Mmm-hmm.

Well, the vet thinks it was probably strychnine.

They'll know for certain later.

Where did you buy the meat, Mrs McLeod?

In the supermarket.

- Did you buy anything else? - Well, yes, I do a shop once a week.

- And the meat was in your trolley? - Yes.

- Did you leave the trolley at any time? - Leave it?

To go off, perhaps, for something you'd forgotten.

I always do that myself.

Perhaps I did. I really can't remember.

What, you think that's when they...

It is possible, Mrs McLeod.

Can you really see anyone stalking a shopping trolley

with a hypodermic full of strychnine?

- Have you got any better ideas? - No, not at the moment,

but it can't be for real, can it, eh?

It would have been for real if the McLeods had eaten any of that meat.

JIM: Hello, love. SUSAN: Hello. Well timed.

- Here, let me carry that. - Thanks.

How does roast beef and three veg grab you?

Haven't had a very good experience with beef lately.

- Hey, where'd you get this? - At the supermarket. Why?

And it always comes wrapped from the supermarket, don't it?

Well, I don't think I've really thought about it.

- I'll be back 30 minutes. - Jim!

Well, it'll take longer than that, won't it?

And I like my batter pudding soft in the middle, all right?

JIM: "You been lucky sor far, McLeod, but luck is unning out."

- When did this come? - Ten, fifteen minutes ago.

You were quick off the mark this time.

Oh, I came to check on something entirely different.

- "You been," not "You have been". - That's not unusual.

- How do you mean? - Dropping unnecessary words

and incorrect spelling.

There's no way of telling from where that originated?

No, not now someone's hacked into my system.

Could be anywhere with a computer and a telephone.

- May I see your wife now, please? - She's in the kitchen.

- Mrs McLeod? - Sergeant.

Yeah, I'm sorry to bother you. When you unwrapped the meat,

- what did you do with the wrapping? - Oh, it's in the bin.

Can I borrow your paper?

- Sure. - Thank you.

What's all this?

Are you expecting to find a secret message or something?

No, I'm looking for signs of a hypodermic.

And while I'm here, sir, could I ask you to stay indoors?

What?

Well, it's best to take sensible precautions, don't you think?

I mean, I'm not saying this man is going to do anything as simple as use a rifle,

but it would be wise, as I said, to stay indoors for the time being.

- I don't believe this. - Can I wash my hands?

- Yeah, sure. - Thank you.

And stay away from blinded windows, all right?

What do I do about my talk at the conference tomorrow?

Well, we would have to advise against that, sir,

because we couldn't guarrantee your safety in the circumstances.

Like you've done so far, eh?

Probably due to good fortune I'm not dead already.

Look. Look, it's entirely up to you

whether or not you do go to the conference, all right?

Please, take notice of what I said, and I'll be in touch tomorrow, okay?

Thank you, Mrs McLeod.

What do you think?

I think he's right. I think it would be taking a risk.

(SIGHING)

It's taken me two days to get those notes together.

Find someone else to give the talk for you. Just say you're indisposed.

- Who? - Someone who's an expert.

- But who is, apart from John Logan? - Well, ask him.

(SCOFFING)

Are you out of your mind? He's my biggest competitor.

Why should I hand him all the credit?

Apart from which he's the one you think is trying to kill me.

Well, who else can you ask if not John Logan?

Arthur Putnam, is he here?

He was one of the names you gave Charlie Hungerford.

- Did I? - Yeah.

He'll do. He'll read my notes without embellishing them

and not pretend they're his own ideas.

Well, we'll ask him.

(CHATTERING)

(PLAYING CEREMONIAL MUSIC)

There are so many people about.

Look, nothing is going to happen. You'll be all right.

- It won't be for long. - I'm going to wait over there.

Stay with her.

Hey, Jim, what's up? Why aren't they all going in?

McLeod's got someone to do his talk for him, and he's briefing the stand-in now.

- Wonderful, Charlie. Wonderful. - Good. I'm glad you're enjoying it. Why?

Well, I told you, Charlie, he's been having threats.

Threats?

Yeah, he's as nervous as a kitten in there.

He should've been in the desert.

Jerry's 88-millimetres would've made him nervous, all right...

Oh, shut up a minute, will you?

- Well done, Charlie. Great stuff. - Good. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Intestinal fortitude, that's what you need.

- Oh. - Guts, Jim. Good old-fashioned guts.

- Yeah, I'm sure. - Yeah.

Thank you, boys. It's very nice, but we don't want any more just now.

- Really nice, Charlie. - Good. I'm glad you're enjoying it.

Anyway, it's a damn nuisance. I mean, he may be a pillock,

but he's one of the biggest men in the industry.

- Who have they got to take over for him? - A man called Putnam.

What, Arthur Putnam?

- Oh, he's quite a rising star, I gather. - Really?

Yeah, you see, these computer boys, Jim, are like mayflies.

I mean, they're here for now, and then...

Still, we don't want to waste an opportunity

to flog a few mementos, do we?

How about a nice tie for you, Jim? No, it doesn't go with your face.

Now, excuse me, ladies and gentlemen,

we've got to sell a few of these mementos here.

Now, come along, girls. How about this for you, sir?

Where are you? There you are. A nice Jersey cow, only £5.

So the switches to the main lights, projector, slides.

And this is to change the slides, is it?

Oh, no. No, don't touch that.

No, don't touch that until you have to, or you'll spoil the sequence of display,

so when you want to see the slides, then you go...

Right.

We've nearly finished.

Well, I think you'll find it all perfectly clear.

Well, thank you for the opportunity to speak to the conference.

- Is my wife here? - She's waiting for us outside.

I could do with a quick drink, actually.

I'm afraid there's no time, sir.

(PLAYING CEREMONIAL MUSIC)

CHARLIE: Aren't they all here yet?

MAN: No, there are still more to arrive, but they're on their way.

Well, they're late.

(CAR HONKING)

Control, McLeod is now leaving. Over.

MAN ON RADIO: Roger, 1-5. Proceeding on route two.

Repeat. Route two. Maintain regular contact. Control out.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

Ladies and gentlemen,

the next item on the agenda was to have been a talk

given by Mr Jarvis McLeod on the subject of software.

- Unfortunately, Mr McLeod is indisposed. - MAN: Nothing trivial, I hope.

(LAUGHTER)

Thank you very much, indeed. And, as a result, his talk will now be given

by Mr Arthur Putnam, of Lutronic Developments.

Ladies and gentlemen, M Athu Putnam.

Well done, Arthur.

I haven't had very much time to study Mr McLeod's notes,

so I hope you'll forgive any hesitancy on my part.

(OFFICER CHATTERING ON RADIO)

I have to confess that I'm very nervous in making any predictions

in this fast-moving area,

but unless we make some plans now, we shall never make any progess.

...more powerful specialist subsystems. For example, logic engines,

knowledge-based systems, image processors

and even super number crunchers. This is a reality.

Workstations will become windows into a world of information,

both local and on a worldwide network,

so the necessity for higher-level representation of knowledge

is becoming even more significant.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Get the police and the ambulance, and hurry.

(CROWD SCREAMING)

MAN: Let me through! Let me through!

- What happened? - God, it was terrible. A bomb, I think.

If I'd stayed on that platform for another minute, I might've...

CROZIER: Where's McLeod now?

JIM: I sent him home with young Goddard.

- Got a charmed life, that one. - He surely has.

- Sergeant. - Yeah?

- The hotel's clear now. - Okay, good.

- This will hit tourism, you know. - That's tough, isn't it?

In my position, these things matter.

(POLICE DOG BARKING)

Patch! Sarge!

Dog's found something in the car.

The hire document says it was hired by John Logan.

Now, let's see what we can find in his hotel room.

We could have wrapped this one up. All right.

Stewart, the car, we think.

Everybody, clear away from the car. Get clear.

That bomb was timed, of course. He could be on the mainland by now.

- No, that's too obvious. - Well, he didn't show at the conference.

I have an idea that he might be using the same alibi.

Okay, rest over. Clea up in there.

What do you mean, using the same alibi? What do you mean?

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Oh, come on.

- Someone is coming. - At last.

Hi.

I'm sorry to interrupt you, is Mr Logan here?

- You rotten... - It's a police matter, Deborah.

I'll get him for you.

Now, why didn't he come out in his car?

- Debbie probably dragged him into hers. - Yeah.

- What's all this? - Detective Chief Inspector Crozier,

Bureau des Étrangers. Can we have a word, sir?

What about?

Would you like to come with us, please, sir?

- Now, look here... - I can insist.

I don't know what this is about, Deb. I'll call you.

What's he supposed to have done?

Well, among other things, he set you up as his alibi.

I'm sorry to have spoilt your day, all right?

(CAR LEAVING)

JIM: When you came here, you hired a Renault car.

So you've dragged me here for some piddling motoring offence?

CROZIER: You know why you're here, Mr Logan.

- I'll be damned if I do. - Murder.

- Jarvis McLeod? - JIM: Why did you say that?

You've already accused me of threatening him.

No, it's not Mr McLeod, though it might have been.

A man called Arthur Putnam was killed this morning.

Putnam? God, how? What happened?

- He was blown up by a bomb. - Oh, Christ.

He's got three kids. I know the family.

- What's that? - The wrapping from a stick of gelignite.

- Well? - It was found

- in the boot of your car. - Oh, Christ! I don't believe this.

Of course, you have no idea where it came from, have you?

I've never had the boot open. I don't know what's in there.

- Oh, a coincidence? - Anybody could have put it there.

I mean... Look, this has been a shock.

I need to think.

Why didn't you go to the conference this morning?

I had something better to do.

I think it's because you knew a bomb was timed to go off.

Don't be stupid. Why should I want to kill Putnam?

We've been talking about joining forces.

- To squeeze out McLeod? - Put him out of business, yeah. Why not?

- He tried with me. - So you decided

- to blow him out of business instead. - No!

And what you didn't count on was McLeod pulling out

- and Putnam taking over. - You're wrong! You are really wrong!

- Would you like some coffee? - Eh?

We can go on like this all night and all tomorrow if you want.

So just have some coffee and think things over.

Jesus.

CROZIER: What do you think?

JIM: I think, so far, all we've got is a piece of paper.

- It's the key that could turn the lock. - He could've been framed.

- By whom? - By McLeod.

- That's crazy. - No, think.

With Putnam dead and Logan stitched up,

McLeod's got rid of his two biggest rivals.

The threats, the brake pipes, the poison.

They're all designed specifically to point us towards Logan.

I mean, McLeod could have sent himself those threats, couldn't he?

And Logan did have an alibi for the night of the brake pipes.

Hmm. He could've hired somebody for that job.

Yeah, yeah, but hang on. Let me finish.

- The dog didn't bark. - Bah!

No, the bloody dog barked every time I went round to the house,

but it wouldn't have done if it had been McLeod moving about, would it?

And he did have a very, well, gentle accident.

All right, what about the poisoned meat?

Well, I never believed it was poisoned at the supermarket.

And Forensic can't say one way or the other,

so McLeod could have poisoned the meat at any time

and made sure the dog ate some.

And he got Putnam by pulling out of the talk he was supposed to give.

- Yeah, right. - It's a hell of a complicated scenario.

Excuse me, Mr McLeod just phoned. He's had another threat.

- Well, that's blown your theory. - It certainly has.

- I'll get over there. - You can't hold Logan now, can you?

No, I suppose not, but he's mixed up in this somehow.

- Have Goddard tail him. - Right.

"You get it tonight, McLeod." This just came?

Yes.

Then it obviously wasn't from your friend Logan.

- Why not? - Well, we've had him in for questioning

for the last hour, so he couldn't have sent it.

Of course he could've if he put in a time delay.

How do you mean?

He could have put that message in the computer this morning

and programmed the time it was to be sent.

Oh, I see. Well, we neve thought of that.

- And you let him go? - Yeah, afraid so.

Oh, my God! You mean that bloody mad lunatic's...

He's gonna kill me, Bergerac. I know he is.

- We'll give you every protection. - Protection?

He's too clever for you lot.

He seems to be able to come and go whenever he pleases.

He tampers with my brakes, kills a dog...

Now, hang about. Hang about. We don't know that.

And if it was him, why didn't the dog bark?

Because it knows him.

- What? - The dog was a legacy from Logan

when he and my wife were together.

- So much for Conan Doyle. - What am I gonna do?

Look, perhaps for your own peace of mind,

I suggest you pack a few things,

and we'll put you in a safe house overnight, all right?

Can't do that.

Well, it may be for the best. We'll take Ms McLeod, too, of course.

I've got a conference with my North American agents, 8:00 our time.

The satellite's booked. I can't cancel it now.

Well, perhaps afterwards.

All right.

Jim, a call from Goddard.

Our friend Logan is sitting in his car outside McLeod's house.

Oh, damn. I'll go and see what he's up to.

Well, you better. He's still our number-one suspect.

- What's he doing? - Nothing. He's just sitting.

He's been there for the last 10 minutes.

Perhaps he's waiting for it to get dark.

Excuse me, sir.

- What are you doing here? - Is that anything to do with you?

- Just answer the question, would you? - I'm meeting someone.

Oh, yeah, keep talking.

- She thought it best if we weren't seen. - She?

And it's not Debbie, if that's what's on your mind.

- Who? - Monica. Mrs McLeod to you.

She called me about an hour ago.

- Are you and she still... - Don't be stupid.

It'll be something to do with business. Monica is a great games designer.

Isn't she just. Keep him here!

- JARVIS ON INTERCOM: Yeah? - It's Bergerac. Open up quickly.

It's urgent.

Here, what's going on?

- Is that the right time? - Yeah, three minutes to 8:00. Why?

Can you see anything unusual, out of place, in this room?

- No, why? - Okay, now get out.

Why? I've got a conference at 8:00.

We think there might be a bomb. Now get out!

(BEEPS)

(ALARM BEEPING)

Okay. McLeod?

I never cared much for cigars anyway.

You looking for this?

Don't worry. It's defused.

I don't know what you mean.

Oh, come on, it's a bit late for that, isn't it?

What's happening, Jarvis?

What a cow you are.

She must be a really calculating bitch.

She'd probably been working on it for months,

like one of her computer games.

So that she can have full control over McLeod's business with no competition?

- Will you make that stick? - Oh, no danger,

- once she's put under a bit of pressure. - Hmm!

You coppers are very good at putting on the pressure.

When the forensic boys have done their bit.

I mean, gelignite always leaves traces.

I wonder where she learnt to make bombs.

You can learn anything from a book.

SUSAN: Well, almost anything.