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Ben?

- Not Gustave Boswell? - Afraid so.

What's Deffand playing at?

He reckons Gustave's been at it all summer.

Oh, come on, Gustave's harmless!

Yeah, but he's been nicking boats, Jim, and flogging them.

We've got him this time.

You tell Gustave I'll bail him out.

Soon as I can raise the cash.

- Hi. Is... Charlie in? - He's not due back yet.

- What? - From France.

Oh, I need him here.

- Ellie! - Tea or coffee?

Eh, yeah...

Gustave Boswell. He was arrested yesterday.

Could you find out about his bail for me? Without mentioning my name.

- OK? - Yeah, OK It's a lovely day, Jim.

I've got no work. There's no money in the bank.

And Danielle is the other end of France. It's a lovely day.

When do you actually PICK the grapes?

I don't know. Next month is... make or break.

One morning I shall wake up and I shall know we pick today.

Or I could wake to find hail has destroyed the entire crop.

It is a gamble, monsieur.

I was looking forward to a comfortable old age.

Now he tells me I've put all my money on a 50 to one outsider!

Not all your money, Frank. And not ALL your crop, surely?

Certainement.

You ask any wine-grower about the year 1968.

No-one likes to talk about it

It was a TERRIBLE year. A disaster!

- Is there nothing we can do? - Nothing. Nothing at all

Except worry. I'm a good worrier.

I shall worry all the way back to Jersey.

- No, Frank, you will not. - Eh?

Because I will not let you.

Charlie, Papa, I want to give Jim a little surprise.

Ah oui?

You wouldn't mind, Charlie,

if I go back with you in your Roller to Jersey?

Jim?

- Jim? - Hmm?

- A Mr Lesgate, -Ah.

Of Lesgate and Maloney?

Yeah?

He wants to know,

"Would Mr Bergerac care to call on him at his convenience?”

I'll call on him anywhere he likes.

The procedure works well enough.

Companies, individuals institutions, mainly from the UK,

apply for licences to trade here for obvious reasons.

Preferential tax laws, eh?

So the Economic Adviser's office employs me from time to time

to vet the applications.

Generally speaking, it's clear enough

whether an application should be accepted or rejected.

Occasionally it isn't quite so straightforward.

An application may LOOK all right but...

It doesn't smell right?

I think we should look into the... Fort William Paper Company.

This... It IS the sort of work you do, Mr Bergerac?

Oh, sure. Yeah.

With tact and discretion, of course.

Where are the company headquarters?

- Salisbury. - Right, Mr Lesgate.

All we need do now is agree my fee.

No, not here, love.

They might be using this as a forwarding address.

Be the first I've heard of it.

Stephen! I don't know of any forts round here.

We've got the cathedral, of course. Stevie!

You don't know of any...?

Fort William Paper Company.

Do you, Steve?

OK. Well, thank you very much.

Sure you have the right address?

Yeah. 47 Blackdyke Street, Salisbury.

There's a Blackfriars Way and Blue Boar Road...

Have they got a branch office?

Yes, in Bath, Southampton, Basingstoke.

- You've got your work cut out. - This couldn't be an accident.

Any unexpected phone calls?

Stevie?

No strangers? Nothing at all?

Ta.

Je peux parter avec lui toute de suite.

Listen, it's me.

Forget Fort William. It's dead.

Yes, well, you're going to have to

get off your backside, then, aren't you?

And quick.

Private dick, asking questions.

He's off on a wild goose chase.

But he doesn't look like anyone's fool. He's bound to find out.

No, never seen him before. His name's Bergerac.

We came over to keep an eye on our investment.

Not eat our way across France!

Al I'm saying is I wouldn't have minded some more chocolate mousse.

Charlie Hungerford.

Good heavens! What on earth are you doing here?

- I could ask you the same. - This is Michael Faraday.

- Madame Aubry. - Enchante, Madame.

I've been to Salisbury, Bath and Basingstoke.

No luck, eh?

Someone's pulling your leg, mate.

Either that or there's something VERY iffy you've got into.

Yeah, that's what I think, too.

Bergerac?

He moved to Provence.

- Ah, to be with you? How nice. - I think so, yes.

For Jim, I mean.

Merci beaucoup.

Well, I take it Jim's managed to do what I can't. He's retired?

- No. - He's back in Jersey.

I set him up in business.

Dashed if I know what we're talking about Jim for.

- I like talking about him. - What about you, Faraday?

- Me? - Travelling. Business or pleasure?

My business is in Amiens as Charlie knows.

The BMW eats up the miles.

I stay here overnight. Up early. Then the ferry home to Jersey.

- What colour is it? Your car? - Black.

It's not as flashy as Charlie's.

But it gets my virile bones about in comfort.

Excuse me, please.

- Did I say something? - I don't know.

- Typical woman. - Typical?

Doesn't matter if it's a BMW or some old banger.

All a woman wants to know

is what colour it is.

This is Jim Bergerac.

Please leave your name and number and I'll get in touch.

Um, Charlie and I... we think you're barking up the wrong tree.

Barking?

Oh, nothing. Nothing.

Didn't you hear what he said, this Mr Faraday?

Em... yes.

He said he drove here from Amiens. From the east.

- Em, yes, he did. - I saw...

I think I saw him following us from the south.

Yes, but, Danielle...

Good grief, there are dozens of Series 7 BMWs on the road.

All with the same number?

- Are you sure? - Not sure, no.

- Where are you going? - My room.

Well?

Well, she's not too pleased with me, Charlie.

- No, nor with me. - Well, you know what women are.

When they get the bit between their teeth?

I'd rather face a squadron of Tiger tanks.

We've got to get this sorted out, Frank, before we go any further.

Absolutely, otherwise the rest of the journey will be sheer hell

Um, you, uh... you don't think we're being unfair, do you?

- Certainly not. - No, no.

The lord preserve me from feminine intuition.

Amen to that.

- But she's a lovely girl - Lovely!

- But, em... if she IS right... - IF!

Well, it means that Faraday was out there all the time

while we were having dinner,

waiting for us to come out.

If he gets too diose something should be done.

I know how to do MY job.

I'm not saying you don't.

Just make sure you do yours. Give the caret a rest.

Remember who's running this...

Faraday was more interested in you, Danielle.

Because of Jim!

Faraday has already told us one lie.

You THINK.

He was trying 10 find out about Jim.

- Who he's working for... - Nobody.

What he's doing. Why? You can't think it was all chance.

She's right, Charlie.

You want evidence? I shall find it. Even if I have to look by myself.

Well.. What about our grape harvest? Eh, Danielle?

- Charlie? - Good night, Danielle.

Good night.

But, Ellie, where IS he?

Charlie..?

Well, he went over to Salisbury. To investigate a company.

In England.

He's in trouble. I KNOW.

A thousand!

That's a hell of a lot of bail money.

Gustave, why did you have to nick such an expensive boat?

- No. - No?

Having nicked it nice as pie,

why did I have to try and sell it to a punter

who turned out to be Dutch CID?

- Have you got it? - Got what?

- The money. - No. Not yet.

- Don't worry. - I do worry.

It's just that

a friend I was hoping to get the money from

wasn't where I'd hoped he'd be.

Here? In Jersey?

- Yeah. - Where is she now?

- Ellie! - She went to Salisbury.

And you let her go?

I couldn't stop her. She was frightened.

- Of what? - Frightened for you.

Something about a chap called.. Faraday.

But it's all right. She went with Mr Blakemore.

She was VERY worried about you.

I'm VERY worried about her. Who is this Faraday?

Ah, could I speak to DS Lomas? It's Jim Bergerac.

I should be with Lesgate now.

- There's a Michael Faraday. - Ah... Oh.

Could you ask him to give me a ring, please?

Thanks.

- Ah... if Ben comes through... - I know.

I turn on the charm and find out all HE can find out about Faraday.

And Danielle...

- I'll tell her where you are. - Lock her in.

Lock her in yourself-

Hello. Is Ruth in the shop today? It's Ellie.

Ruth, hello! Could you do me a nice bouquet?

Something REALLY special

I told the other fellow,

I don't know anything about any paper business!

The other fellow, did he say where he was going?

Stevie..

He was here. He'd know, but he's gone.

I see.

He left in such a rush

he didn't have time to pack.

His girlfriend, Angie, came over to help.

- You could speak to her. - Thanks all the same.

Do you know a man called Faraday?

No. Stevie might know.

But he's NOT here, is he? Goodbye. Thank you for your help.

- Goodbye. - Take care, now.

Happy?

Oh.

Not until I see Jim.

Hungerford Enterprises.

Oh, you've just missed him. He should be back by three.

Er...

Well, if it's very urgent,

you might catch him at the solicitors, Lesgate and Maloney.

You're welcome. Bye.

No Head Office, no anything.

Fine. Needn't waste any more time on it.

Sure.

We have our share of hoaxers and head cases.

So, it's all done?

Well ..

There's this one, The chairman has Jersey residency status but...

But what?

On the face of it he has nothing to gain from operating here.

- Interested? - Sure.

Photocopies...

Oh, Faraday!

No, still here. Yes, thanks, Meg.

- Faraday... - Know anything about him?

He's a friend of a friend of yours. Charlie Hungerford.

- Everyone's a friend of Charlie's. - Coincidentally...

- What? - Charlie's man...

Carlos.

Says there's a Mme Aubry there to see you.

What, now?

Eh... could you give me half an hour?

- Do you want to take that? - Yes, please. I'll be back.

Danielle!

Charlie!

Where are you hiding her?

Faraday.

You said something had to be done. I've done it.

Jim!

Jim!

Jim!

Where are you, Jim?

Oh, look, stop playing silly...

Jim! Whatever happened?

I'm sorry about the mess. I keep falling over.

Bergerac didn't know who or what he was looking for.

I could have led him by the nose indefinitely.

Now, thanks to you, no longer.

What do you think you've achieved?

1 discouraged him, didn't 12?

A man like Bergerac you either leave strictly alone or...

Or what?

Or you KILL him! You can't believe, Stephen, you've scared him off?

Oh! Oh... strewth!

That's nasty.

Now I know someone doesn't like what I'm doing.

- Oh, I don't know. - I do.

Could have been just a prowler.

Sorry, Jim.

S'all right.

- Is he a friend of yours? - Well ..hardly a friend.

He's a decent chap. You need stitches.

I feel very bad about it, you know.

- YOU feel bad? - Yes. I'd give a lot to make amends.

£1,000?

- What? - I'm trying to make you feel better.

- No, you're not. - No.

I promised Gustave Boswell I'd bail him out of jail

Gustave Boswell! This is blackmail.

It has to be cash, not a cheque.

Ah, thanks.

- About Faraday... - You can't believe he'd do that.

Someone did.

All right, to show you how wrong you are

I'll ask him for dinner and you can meet him.

Charlie, I'd be delighted to.

I'm dining tonight with Charlie Hungerford.

Oh yeah?

- Keeps a good cellar, does he? - He certainly does.

I hope you haven't forgotten

certain unforgiving people who are paying you, us,

to promote their interests, not just your own.

No. I haven't forgotten.

Over the last few years, Stephen,

I've met one or two people in this business.

Some have come to sticky ends. Often by trying to rush things.

Really?

Whereas I espouse the Fabian principle.

Quintus Fabius Maximus? That admirable Roman general

A splendid fellow.

Won all his battles, as you know,

by delaying things as long as he could.

1, {00, believe in doing nothing.

So let's use a little intelligence and not panic.

- Jim! - Yeah, yeah.

- Ten minutes. - I know.

I'll make: sure you get there on time

if I have to take you myself.

It's different notepapers, different typewriters,

nothing at all to connect them.

- Sure there is a connection? - I don't know... No.

But if there is a link

between the phoney Fort William stuff and Faraday's application...

Would you like me to look at them?

There's yards of it. It'll make you late.

Not for the first time.

- You are a doll, you know. - I know.

- Oh, that looks terrible. - What? Oh.

- Jim? - Mm-hm?

I think it was my fault.

Yours?

I told the caller that you'd gone to see Mr Lesgate.

Where I got the phone call to go to Charlie's?

It was my fault for not looking where I was going.

Mr Bergerac.

- I'm not too chuffed about that. - Eh, no, sir.

He'd hardly finished his 5-course meal before he's off out of here!

- Charlie Hungerford bailed him out. - Yes, I heard that.

Must have kept him busy rustling up £1,000 cash at short notice.

People like him and the Prince of Wales don't carry much cash.

Why do you think Mr Hungerford went to all that trouble?

Well ..

Gustave used to do odd jobs for him.

Gardening, sawing up logs, that kind of thing.

Indeed he did.

Until one morning

our laddie was found drunk in the back of his Rolls.

The car never recovered its original fragrance.

Did you hear about that?

- No, sir. - Try and put yourself about more.

Surprising what you can hear in the right place at the right time.

Now, since Mr Hungerford wouldn't cross the road

to spit on Gustave Boswell,

why did he bail him out?

Or, WHO put him up to it?

I don't know... sir.

No. I'm sure you don't.

It's obvious someone had a word in Mr Hungerford's ear.

If you have any brainwaves, do come and tell me.

I see this place has reverted to its customary squalor.

Well, it's your choice, Gustave.

For you, Mr Bergerac, a pleasure.

No.

No. One good tum deserves another. I couldn't take it, Mr Bergerac.

Al right.

Now, I want you to find out where he goes. Who he sees.

Who calls at the house. Nothing heavy.

No problem. You can rely on me.

And... no funny business, all right?

At least we have dinner laid on.

Oh yes, that looks VERY nice, Carlos.

Now, I think we'll have... Mr Bergerac here,

Mr Faraday here, Madame Aubry...

No, that's wrong.

I want Jim opposite Mr Faraday there

so they can look one another in the eye.

Oh, not pretty. But better than it was.

- I was just clearing up. - Any news?

- Well, now. First, Danielle is... - You've seen her?

She is delighted with the bouquet.

What bouquet?

The one you sent to welcome her back with.

Oh, that bouquet.

Yes. The one you owe me £12 for.

Which you can owe me till you're flush again.

Second, Danielle called in here.

Mr Blakemore drove her to Mr Hungerford's

where she is now having a bath.

Why didn't she go to my flat?

- I don't know. - Thanks, Ellie.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- If I'd known Danielle was coming... - You'd have bought a bouquet.

- I've been looking at these. - And?

I don't know, We could go over them tomorrow.

What don't you know?

There are phrases that crop up in both sets.

Phrases?

Ones you wouldn't expect. A bit schoolmasterish, a bit...

A bit unexpected?

- Mmm. - Mmm. Ta.

Hey, you'd better come in here.

1 only have a minute.

Recognise anyone?

Yes, I do.

They were asking the same questions as Bergerac.

Bergerac's French girlfriend.

Now why was she in Salisbury? The real reason? Well?

Bergerac wants to draw us away from here.

To the mainland.

Why?

He knows and suspects something about this place.

No he doesn't. He can't.

Very well. We shall have to be vigilant. Doubly so.

Until everything is in place.

Because I still don't really know who Bergerac is working for.

Not yet.

- Evening, Carlos. - Evening, sir.

She's in the kitchen.

People would think we're trying to avoid each other. Come here.

Oh, Charlie did tell me, but Jim...

- I did say seven for seven thirty! - Sorry.

- They are lovely. - Oh, yeah. Well, any time.

- You're not coming in like that? - Hmm? Well, I could get...

Oh, I might have known. Come on!

Mr Faraday... Ellie says you've met him.

Is he a nice, ordinary chap?

Charlie thinks so.

Come on, you two!

Let's go and find out, shall we?

A man says to his wife, "What's for pudding?”,

and as like as not she'll say fruit salad.

Fruit salad! You call it pudding?

Well, yes.

My father says the English are all mad.

Your wife calls it pudding?

Oh, I'm not married.

I have..."une petite amie" in A

- Aix-en-Provence? - In the south.

It's a bit of a hike from Amiens.

The poet says, "All for love or the world well lost"

It's a top notch Sauternes, Charlie.

- Glad you like it. - All for love?

- I'm not into poetry. - Dryden.

Oh, him.

That's my public school education.

- Didn't you put it to any use? - Like what?

I don't know.-.a schoolteacher?

Nothing so honourable. I went straight into business.

- Hardly your line. - I don't know.

I'm looking at companies applying for licences to trade.

I have an application in myself.

It's unlikely to cross Jim's path.

I'm looking into one right now.

It might be a large stone with a lot of worms underneath.

Well, we don't want the wrong sort in Jersey.

No, we don't.

How long before you reach a conclusion?

Tomorrow.

- Or in two months' time. - Frustrating.

No.

I'm used to playing a waiting game.

My family were farmers. Sometimes I wish I'd gone back to the land.

He enjoys a bit of ploughing.

My elder brother inherited it all

- When were you in England last? - Today.

Really?

I wanted to see Salisbury Cathedral

France, Salisbury, Jersey. You've had a full day.

I told her Salisbury was the best cathedral in Europe.

It all sounds too much for me.

If I had MY way I'd retire to Aix.

But my young subordinates won't let me.

Excuse me. Charlie, coffee.

£1,000 in cash at two minutes' notice!

Don't you keep your money in a sock?

He had to come begging from me.

Jim, the trouble you have caused.

Ah, but Jim is just a wounded soldier.

I can't believe Jim wants to cause trouble. Isn't Gustave to blame?

Yes. Who is it?

Eh? Oh, hang on a minute.

Jim!

Mr Bergerac?

I've hit the jackpot.

What?

Get out of there! Don't argue!

I'm sorry, Charlie. I'll call you.

All know is that he was cross.

- Didn't he say where he was going? - No.

Eugh! Stone cold.

Gustave!

Gustave!

- Ben? - Not now, Jim, I'm busy.

She'll keep. I only need a minute. Our friend Gustave...

- He's not my friend. - Ben!

- What's he done? - He's gone missing.

- With Charlie's £1,000? - Oh, dear.

Listen, I think we have a problem.

Don't need you here, Bergerac. I wonder who tipped you off.

- Who did it? - Hit and run. Could be anyone.

- Driving over the limit. - You think so?

Perhaps if you hadn't drummed up his bail

your friend would be enjoying his breakfast now.

- It IS murder. - Yes, of course it is.

But until I get all the "accident reports, I'll keep an open mind.

Unless you have some evidence?

Automatic weapons, explosives, forged passports,

what more do you want?

Jim, do me a favour?

Take Danielle on holiday. For a year. In the Himalayas.

And forget this number.

No!

Hello. Is Mr Faraday in?

- Who is it? - Jim Bergerac!

Bring him up, Angie!

Jim, have you met my niece Angela?

You see, my guess is you're setting up a base here in Jersey

and using the trading licence for bathroom fittings

as a cover for arms trafficking.

- Arms! - Where's the money coming from?

I take it, Jim...

The Middle East? Or somewhere nearer home?

Have you seen these howitzers yourself?

Ah.

But I have a witness

who has seen arms in this house.

- AND I have a signed statement. - But you can't have!?

Can't I?

Of course I can't. One of you killed him.

DO something!

She's going nowhere.

Would you like a word with Sergeant Lomas?

Jim... I have NEVER killed anybody in my life.

But I can show you where it really happened.

Who killed him?

And I can ensure you a rest the one who did it.

That must be worth something.

It's not yours, is it?

Of course not. One of my young colleagues".

Not mine, either.

- You know this is a fit-up. - Indeed it is.

But without my help you won't get the murderer.

I don't need this. I want the name.

I know nothing about the murder.

I was at Charlie Hungerford's.

Get down!

- If I go down, you go down, Faraday! - Shut up!

- Listen, he's gonna try... - Shut up!

He's gonna try and stitch me up.

I can give you anything you need...

- Save it. - I'm not going down!

If I go down, Faraday...

Hello, Stevie.

Always knew you'd be a hero.

I'll tell him all about you.

Thanks.

Angie, you mix with all the wrong sort of people.

Sure you haven't forgotten anything?

Yes.

- Oh, Danielle! - Yes?

I'll never say another word about feminine intuition.

- I have forgotten something. - Uh-huh?