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Yeah?

- Three days. - Three days?

And we'd like it all Please.

- Dollars? - Deutschmarks. At 3.06 to the pound.

- At 3.067 Are you serious? - Perfectly.

Three days. That's Thursday. Are you staying on the island till then?

Of course.

You've got good timing. Next drop's due Wednesday.

30 kilos. Uncut.

Yeah... Hey, you wanna take the boat a couple of days, do a little fishing?

- No... Thank you. - It's your funeral

Wow! It's a shark all right!

It's a big shark! Give us some help!

Hold on to it! Take it! Take it!

Where's the gaff? Get over there! Get over there!

Joey! Joey!

3.06 to the pound

In today's market

- Morning, Jim. - Morning!

- Is that it? - That's it

- And HE wants to see you. - Yeah, I bet he does.

Hello. Jim's just arrived.

- Morning! - Morning.

I'm not intruding, I hope.

No, it's only money.

What can I do for you, Charlie?

Well, Jim, it's a bit difficult.

Take your time. I've got all day.

Lucky you! I'm off to the Committee.

"Ethics of Police Surveillance".

No, it's about a client. A little proposition.

What's the matter? Not enough money in it?

- No, quite the opposite. - Too much money?!

- Well? - Seven million.

- Pounds? - Yeah.

Whew! That IS a lot of money, Charlie.

It's not all for me, of course. That's just to invest.

- But you get a bit of it. - Naturally.

Well, what's wrong? Cold feet?

Well, no... Perhaps I AM beginning to lose my nerve, it's just...

Damn it. Duty calls.

Forget I ever mentioned it, eh? How's business with you?

Very quiet. Until you mentioned £7 million.

- When did they book in? - Two weeks ago. The 14th.

You've seen nothing of them since?

They've had no meals. Nothing at the bar. The beds haven't been slept in.

Did they leave anything? Clothes. A camera. Some duty-free.

Are you sure they haven't just done a bunk? Seen your prices?

They left £3,000 in travellers' cheques in the hotel safe.

Whew!

So... we're not talking fraud.

We've got their passports too.

Here... Pedro Gonzalez and Wilfredo Acosta.

Both Spanish.

Who saw them last? And when?

Um... Trudie, the girl at reception.

She got a cab for them on the day they arrived.

- Know where they went? - South Marina.

- El Grande. - Are you sure?

Well, they had the name on a bit of paper.

- And they went on board? - Yeah.

- Did they meet anyone? - Couldn't say.

Well, time is money, if you know what I mean.

- Yeah, but you didn't see anyone? - I can't say that I did.

Shame. Thank you very much.

Ladies and gentlemen, in preparation for landing at Jersey Airport,

please ensure your seat bells are securely fastened,

tray tables closed, and seats in the fully upright position.

We would remind you that smoking is not permitted

Thank you.

- Mr Bergerac? - Speaking.

My name is Giselle Goldman.

- I'd like to talk to you. - Sure.

I.-. We need to meet.

Here at the Grand Hotel

- OK. When? - Half an hour?

You're going?

Yep. I'm going.

What's the matter then? Is my time up? My meter's run out.

I have to go.

- The husband? - Yep.

- And the daughter. - Yes.

You're getting out, aren't you? You're gonna leave the island.

- What? - One more drop.

One last trip for muggins here, then you grab the money and run.

- You really don't know about this? - No.

Oh... Well, perhaps you'd better talk to the old man before it's too late.

What do you mean? What do you mean, "leaving"?

Tell me, Billy.

Are you going to tell me?

Ask HIM.

So, Charlie, it's make your mind up time.

It's a sweet deal, huh? I'm offering you total discretion.

AW I'm buying is your judgement.

So, my friend, it's time to either piss or get off the pot.

- Or what?! - Look, Charlie. I'm leaving the island.

Simple question - will you invest my money?

Simple answer - yes, Karl or no, Karl

Look, how can I put this? Will you or won't you?

It isn't quite as simple as all that.

Look, Charlie, I gotta go. Talk to me later.

- Where have you been? - Where's Lara?

Upstairs. Wondering where mother is at this hour.

There's a sign outside.

Yes, there is.

- Karl, we live here. - Yes, we do and soon we won't.

- Why not? - I thought I told you already.

No, you told me nothing.

Maybe you ought to be around a bit more.

What makes you think I'll go with you this time?

Well, YOU'RE coming, aren't you? You're coming, honey, huh?

So, I guess Mama comes too.

- Who is it? - Bergerac.

Jim Bergerac.

May I?

I'm sorry. You must think I'm being very...

It's OK. I don't think anything.

So... what can I do for you?

Well..would you like some coffee?

Yeah. Yes, please.

You after protection, are you?

- No, no. - Are you sure?

Quite sure.

- Milk? Sugar? - Neither. Ta.

So... what DO you want?

Mr Bergerac, I'd like to talk to you about a murder.

All right, what do we have?

Two missing Spaniards and a large hotel bill

- The yacht? - Belongs to an American.

- Here? - Name of Goldman.

Lawyer turned businessman, according to the marina people.

- Does he have residency? - Yep.

What does he say?

I don't know, I haven't spoken to him yet.

Might be an idea, mightn't it?

Shut the door.

- Si? - The door! Shut it, Pettit.

You won't know about this,

but we are in the middle of a major drugs operation.

- We? - Drug Squad. Here, in the island.

Deep cover, of course, which is why we're not in on it.

- Hmm, typical! - Yes, so I understand.

Briefly, the money's on a middle man operating locally.

He's pulling the stuff in from South America, turning it round,

and re-exporting it to the mainland.

- What are we talking about? - Cocaine, mostly, but it could be H too.

It's sourced from Bogota, and comes out through Barranquilla.

It's dropped here from a freighter, always the same boat, the Louis Primo.

She runs on into Antwerp.

The next drop's due tomorrow. About noon.

Sir, how do you know all this...? Sir?

Officially I don't. Unofficially, I still have friends in London.

But you didn't think it was murder then, did you?

No, I thought it was an accident. She simply drowned.

She was a qualified diver, she'd been on a diving course, yeah?

She loved the water, even though it didn't love her.

- And afterwards? - My father sued the diving school

He said the lung thing, the equipment was faulty. He proved it in court.

- Damages? - One and a half million.

- Whew! - For negligence.

They blamed the school

- But you know differently, yeah? - Yes.

Because the diving instructor tells you so.

- Ten years after the event? - Yes.

A man comes to your door. A complete stranger.

And he tells you the way it really was.

I don't know.

He was sure, was he?

My father ripped the mask off, held my mother down under water.

He saw it all

- And your father paid him off? - Yes.

He didn't ask ME for money.

I think it rather helped him, getting it off his chest.

After ten years?!

- You're very suspicious, aren't you? - Yes.

1 suppose you have to be.

Mr Bergerac, my father is a violent man.

Do you think he might kill you?

A firm of private investigators in Cocoa Beach.

They've done a wonderful job, so my attorneys tell me.

You think your father should stand trial?

Mm-hmm.

Don't they still have the death penalty in Florida?

Yes.

OK. So what do you want me to do?

Deliver him. Safe and sound.

- Airmail? - Any way you like,

as long as he gets there in one piece.

- And gets what he deserves? - Yes.

That is called abduction. And it is illegal

I dont see the rush.

These things take time, Karl. You can't just leave whatever it is...

SEVEN million.

seven million on the table and expect me to...

I'm not a mind reader.

I must know what investment areas suit you best.

Look, Charlie, I just wanna put the money to work.

You say gilts, we buy gilts.

You say soft fruit,

we buy greenhouses and seeds. I don't care. Anything!

- As long as the money is working. - But whose name is on the account?

Your name. Nominally.

Your name, my money, our mutual benefit, huh?

Look, Charlie, to tell you the truth, I've got to get out.

The game's just about up for us here.

- What game's that, Karl? - Jersey. This island.

Cathy and 1 are wanderers. Gypsies. "These boots were made for walking".

This place, I don't know, it's just a village with beaches.

Yeah, but the money, where does the seven million come from?

You really want to know, don't you?

Don't you think I should?

All right, Charlie. I'll level with you. What d'you know about aviation?

Well, not a lot.

The world's crying out for aircraft. I bought into a leasing consortium,

at the right price, at the right time. High stakes. Long odds.

We won. Seven million. Would have been ten if I'd hung in longer.

You have the documentation?

With documentation, I'm loaded.

Paper I've got up to here. What I don't have is time!

Charlie, I can't believe you're backing off on this!

I'm suggesting 2.6 on the first million, 0.9 thereafter.

That's nearly 80,000 in sterling over the life of the contract.

Not bad for just a... handshake.

Eh, Charlie?

It is... very good.

- And very convincing. - I know.

Take that to the police here. They'll do the rest.

What do you mean?

They'll am rest your father. They'll take him to London.

He'll appear before Bow Street Magistrates,

and with a bit of luck, he'll be back in the States inside a month.

It's called extradition.

That way you get what you came over here for and save yourself lots of money.

Mr Bergerac, my father has lots and lots and lots of money.

Lots of money buys good lawyers,

and good lawyers can delay things for years. Sometimes forever.

- Where does that leave me? - On the wrong side of the law.

- And you...? - I'm not sure.

Know him, do we?

- Oh, yeah. Billy Boy. Billy Lowry - Yes?

A local lad. He's got a speedboat. He uses it to pull the birds.

Done for possession a while back. Just grass, I think, nothing really naughty.

Pettit talked to our American friend yet?

No, sir. Although he has had a phone call from the receptionist at the hotel

Apparently she's got a phone number for him.

Anything else?

Passports are fake. Both stolen in Madrid last year.

Look, are you certain about this drop?

That's the story.

Lousy focus. Definitely Drug Squad.

- Have you tidied your room yet? - No.

I'll get it!

- Hello? - Who is it, darling?

Someone called Billy.

Thank you.

Look at these, Joey.

Oh, drawings... Yeah?

- Billy. - Cath, I must see you.

- Oh? - Today.

But...

- It's important. - I'm sure it is

One o'clock. Usual place, night?

Yeah, that's nice.

Lara, why don't you do something useful for a change, hmm?

What about that card for Daddy's birthday?

- He's not my daddy. - Lara!

OK!

She's cute, isn't she?

- All right? - Yeah, yeah.

- And yourself? - Fine.

- You busy? - Yes, I am.

You?

As ever. Someone been nicking the silver?

I was just about to ask you that.

Well, you know us. Quality Street. Nothing less than murder.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you know what they say. Time is money. Especially yours, eh?

Hi! Back already?

- You've got a phone number for me. - Yes, that's right.

Is this the one?

I don't know, love. Did you say it was always the same fellow?

Foreign sounding. Always leaves this number,

- wanting to speak to the two Spaniards. - Oh? So where's 010571 then?

Cleethorpes?

- Bogota. Colombia? - Oh?

Good meeting?

No, it was adjourned, thank goodness. Nobody knew a damn thing

about police surveillance. It's just snooping, isn't it?

- Listening into folk's conversations. - Something like that, yeah.

- Sounds pretty underhand to me. - Your new client?

- Eh...? - Oh...

Yes, well, it's a bit tricky, Jim.

You see, he isn't a friend, but he is a client.

So where does the £7 million come from?

He has an explanation.

- You're not happy. - No.

Look, Jim. He's trying to sell his house.

I think it might be an idea if YOU were to look it over.

And plant one of your little bugs.

- You mean snoop? - Sort of.

That's a bit underhand!

Not for you, Jim. I mean, nobody cares what you get up to!

His name's Goldman. Karl Goldman.

You're mad. He'll kill you.

- He'll have to find me first. - And you think he won't?

I know he won't!

1 pick up the stuff as usual, but I don't come back.

I head off to France and disappear.

He's expecting 50 kilos, Cath. 50 kilos! Uncut!

- We could BUY France for that. - WE?!

- You and me. - And what about Lara?

Bring her too. She likes me, doesn't she?

SHE is 8 years old, Billy. She goes to school. She has her own Life.

How will you get rid of the stuff?

Friends. It's all taken care of. Your old man didn't invent coke.

It's simple. You, me, Lara. Money's no problem now.

- We cash in and head south. - Billy, this just isn't...

Real?!

- No, I don't mean that! - Cath, I love you.

- Why isn't it enough? Ever enough?! - Cath, I love you.

Listen!

He's got MY daughter.

And if he's got her, then he's got me. Now that's where I am, Billy.

The rest I have to make the best of.

- Me included? - Yes. You included.

Charlie? There's only one car over there. It's a black Range Rover.

That's it That's Goldman's car.

OK. Look, call him exactly ten minutes from now.

Keep him talking as long as you can.

But, Jim, I'm trying to avoid the man! 'What on earth will I say? Jim...!

- Yeah? - The name's Bergerac.

I've come to look over the house. I phoned your wife earlier.

She's not here.

Well, she said I could look over the place at around two o'clock.

Did she now? Well, it's a helluva bad time for me.

But I got five minutes. Can you look it over in five minutes?

- Sure. No problem. - OK.

- Do you play billiards? - Nah. No, I don't.

Last but not least, the kitchen,

which is where we end up living most of the time. You'd never guess, huh?

- Do you want a bit of cake? - No, thanks.

- Are you leaving the island? - Yeah.

- Why? - Just wondered.

- Are you going somewhere nice? - You bet I am!

- Where to? - That's the beauty of it. I don't know.

- Excuse me for a minute... Yeah? - Vs Charlie.

Charlie, my main man! You got a decision for me?

I hope it's gonna be a "yes".

Well, Karl...

Is that the "yes, Karl" or the “no, Karl"?

I think it sounds...

Look, Charlie, I'm not alone. I've got a visitor. Some guy looking at the house.

We've: said that already, Charlie. What I need is a decision here, huh?

Well, of course. Of course.

You'll never believe this, Karl,

but there's a beautiful coal tit sitting on my windowsill

Tits?

It I know you'll think I've gone off

What the hell are you talkin' about, "tits"? The flying kind?

Charlie, if you wanna talk wildlife, you phone the zoo.

If you wanna talk investments, you phone me, huh?

So call me when you're ready to say something.

Sheesh! You know what they say about the English?

Just like the Irish, but with no brains.

- Tits mean anything to you? - Sorry?

That's what I thought. Have you seen enough? You wanna buy the place?

- Um... - Oh, come on, not you too.

- Just yes or no, huh? - No.

OK.

- Sony. - That's fine.

Are you going off on the boat?

Looks like it.

Should be all right this time of year. You got a big boat?

Big enough. Wanna buy that?

No, thanks.

What is this? You wanna buy my house too?

What? Me?

Mr Goldman's selling his house, Willy.

- You know how cramped my place is. - Business looking up?

Detective Constable Pettit. Bureau des Etrangers.

- Come on in. - Thanks.

And you've never seen either of these men in your life before?

- No. - Are you sure?

- Yeah. - Could you take another look, please?

I just did.

Two weeks ago. Tuesday morning.

- Do you remember what you did? - No.

You went to sea.

- In your boat. The El Grande. - Yeah. Could be.

You refuel led at the diesel pontoon in the marina on account.

- Then you put to sea. - Yeah, sure. I went fishing.

- Who went with you? - Nobody.

You were alone on a 50-foot motor yacht? Fishing?

I had my permanent crewman. He rows the boat, I catch the fish.

Thank you, sir.

- Tell me why, Karl -1 just did.

No, you didn't. You just say it's time to move on.

I want to know why. I'm supposed to be your wife.

Oh, yeah, I forgot that

What's that supposed to mean?

- Figure it out! - Why are we moving?

- I's complicated! - Are you in trouble?

Course I am! Drugs aren't covered by the International Commodities Commission

- What kind of trouble? - Don't worry.

The money is safe. I'm leaving most of it here with a friend of mine.

Your friend Charlie?

Yeah. My friend Charlie.

Look, we: have just got to get out of here. There is no other way!

This trouble... Is Billy involved?

He might be.

Someone's sure as hell been shooting off his mouth.

- Wouldn't budge? - Not an inch.

Claims he went out fishing. Just him and his crewman.

- And the marina official? - Useless.

The two so-called Spaniards from the hotel definitely went on board.

After that, it's guesswork.

- Anything else? - This guy's a professional

He doesn't make mistakes. He knows we need hard evidence.

And he knows we ain't got it.

- Yet! - Yeah.

There was one other character on the scene.

- Anyone we know? - Jim Bergerac.

I've got a plane on standby at the airport.

Transatlantic range. Al you have to do is get him on it.

That's not illegal, is it?

How much does that plane cost?

- $1,000 a day. - Are you serious?!

If it works, it'll be the best investment I ever made.

- You hate him that much, do you? - Yes. I hate him that much.

Enough to see him put on trial? To see him dead?

Are you offering? I just wondered.

Not for £150 an hour.

20073007

Oh, come on. There has got to be other ways.

Is this what you had in mind?

- Do you charge extra for that? - I certainly do not, no.

- Are you married? - Twas.

Divorced?

How about you? Are you married?

Get some clothes on. You'll catch cold.

I've just been in conference with the Drug Squad.

T's still their picnic, but we've got a slice of the cake.

The drugs boys are putting their main effort in here.

This is where Lowry keeps his speedboat. He should be back by mid-afternoon.

The least we can do is not cock it up.

Which brings me back to Bergerac.

- I can't tell you, sir. - Can't.. or won't?

Can't. Cos I don't know.

He's got a great house.

- You've been there? - Yep. Went there this morning.

He's also got a bodyguard.

- Why would that be? - I don't know.

Will that make: it harder... getting him to the airport?

Yeah. Well, it would, wouldn't it?

He's also got a very big... very big powerboat over here.

- Where does the money come from? - Business deals. Buying and selling.

Suppose... just suppose...

- it was drug money. - It's a commodity like any other.

Find my father a market and he'll do the rest. Coke sells.

Who mentioned coke?

No-one. You asked me to speculate, so I did.

Is this an interrogation?

I'm sorry. I used to be a policeman.

Old habits die hard, you know.

Does that mean you've taken the job?

It means I want you to stay in one piece, OK?

And don't let anyone in.

It's them or me.

Well, them or us.

Why would they want to kill you, Karl?

Cos that's... just the way things are in this business.

They thought I'd ripped them off.

And did you?

Yeah.

We needed the money.

That's the last thing we need.

Billy...

- He thinks he's in love with you. - Yes.

And what do you think?

I'm your wife.

So what's the bottom line then, Cath?

We're the bottom line.

You and me.

And Lara?

Yes. And Lara.

Do you see him often?

Enough to know that I belong here.

- He is a bad man. It's drugs money! - Oh.

- Disappointed? - No, no.

- The word is “thank you". - Eh?

Oh! Yes, of course, thanks a lot. I mean, it could have been...

- Embarrassing. - Yes.

The thing about drugs, leaving the law out of it for a moment, is that it's...

- Just like any other commodity. - Well, yes.

I never thought I'd hear you talk like that!

- Whereabouts, Mummy? - I don't know yet, darling.

- But it'll be somewhere nice and sun my. - Can Teddy and Hippo come too?

Yes, Teddy and Hippo can come too.

- And Uncle Billy? - No.

I don't think so, darling.

Last reported position, our freighter's out here!

Bang on schedule.

We estimate the drop at noon.

Lowry should be putting to sea about now.

We expect him back by mid-afternoon.

Drug Squad have assets at the cove, and at the house.

Goldman's still inside.

Of Bergerac, so far, we have no trace,

which may be just as well

Giselle?

Giselle?!

Was she by herself?

No, there was a man with her.

Tall, youngish, well-built?

- Yes. - Thank you.

We're looking for 50 kilos even.

If the count turns up short, let me know right away...

Yeah. Sure.

Ship it over the usual way, usual route, down through France...

I'll confirm the new number once you get there.

What about Billy... after?

Mess him up. Don't kill him. He needs a lesson, not a funeral

Lomas.

Listen. We need to meet.

- Jim? - You and me.

We do? Look, this isn't the best time, you know.

I'll be in the Crow's Nest in ten minutes. In the lounge bar.

Hang on a minute...

- Ah, Jim! - Sorry, Charlie.

Can't stop. I'm meeting someone.

- It'll not take a minute. - No, Charlie.

- I was thinking... - Don't strain yourself!

Look, Jim, I quite understand, it can happen to anyone.

You hear something, and get hold of the wrong end of the stick.

Miss the point completely.

What do you mean?

Goldman. I'm not convinced about him and the drugs.

Oh. is that all?

- Isn't it enough? - More than enough.

If you don't believe I heard what I heard... fine.

I'm not saying...

If you don't want me to keep you out of trouble, fine.

- Eh? - If you want the deal with Goldman,

that's fine too. OK?

I just want the truth, I just want to get at the truth.

OK I'll meet you at the marina.

- In an hour. - Why?

Don't know. But I'm working on it.

If I've got things right, you will hear the truth

straight from the horse's mouth.

So what's it all about then? Drugs?

I'd put my money on cocaine.

I'd say a sea-drop in a yacht or a freighter from overseas.

I suggest that you are interested in a very large American

with a house for sale.

A word in your ear, Jim?

Go on, surprise me.

Leave well alone, eh?

- That's what I told Charlie. - Seriously?

I told him that too.

- You saw Jim Bergerac? - Yes, sir.

- And? - He asked what we were up to.

- And? - I said it was drugs-related.

You had no right!

He already knew.

Bergerac's financial affairs - not in trouble, is he?

- You think he's involved? - I think he's a pain in the arse.

But he might be, yes.

Well, you'd be wrong... sir!

Look, Jim, why didn't you tell me this before?

Client confidentiality, Charlie.

- He murdered her? - So she says, yeah.

This girl, I mean, where is she now?

I don't know!

And you believe all this, Charlie?

I must say...

You believe I murdered my own wife, like Mr Bergerac says?

Yeah... Well, we've got ourselves a little problem here.

What's that?

I never HAD a wife.

Until now.

What, never?

And no children, I'm very Sony to say.

Right, Cath?

That's right. Karl can't have children.

And that's it, Mr Bergerac.

Good times we have, lots of fun, but no babies.

I'd be glad to show you the medical reports - very expensive docs.

And I now know all there is to know about male infertility.

So... what's your next question?

You never did give me your decision, Charlie.

- No. - Don't worry about it.

- Next Life, huh? - It's Billy!

What the hell are you doing?

Welcome aboard.

We wait.

You know what they call HER in Bogota?

La Cortesana! The BITCH whore! She's a very talented lady

Very good at her job!

You two work for the same organisation?

Worked. He decided to retire, so Billy tells me.

- How much do you owe them? - Seven million.

- Did you come over here to collect? - We sent Fabio with Luis.

He killed them both.

So you hired me to do your dirty work?

- OK, so what now? - You take me to the airport.

- With the baggage? - Of course.

No, I meant that.

Go!

Al units, go, go, go!

She's a client of mine.

She used to work with Goldman, till he went freelance. She"ll tell you.

That's your boy. The shopping's downstairs.

- That's your lot, son. Out! - It would've worked.

No, Billy. It wouldn't.

I never sussed her.

- Shameful, isn't it? - Will she talk?

If you handle her properly. Promise her immunity,

she might give you the whole shooting match.

It could be difficult for her afterwards. These people never forget.

- Does that bother you at all? - No.

- Willy? - Yeah.

Who put her onto me?

Ah... This woman rang up. She said she wanted to hire someone private.

Someone good. Someone we could recommend.

- And what did you say? - I said we knew no-one like that.

But.. there was this bloke called Bergerac.

Thank you, Willy.