All language subtitles for Bergerac s07e02 Natural Enemiesx

(Rings )

- Yes?
- (Woman ) Remember June?

- Now, look here...
- White rose of deliverance, 1972.

- Now, listen to me. What do you want?
- Patience, Charlie-boy. All in good time.

(Engine starts )

- It was meant to be a surprise.
- It is.

- You all ready to open up shop, are you?
- Well, we've got a sign.

Oh, it's very nice.

Welcome to the Register Of Scientific,
Professional and Executive Recruitment,

ROSPER.

- You're having me on.
- I thought you knew.

- (Woman ) Bloody thing!
- What's all that?

High technology, is it?

Oh, no! Not again, please!

(Snarls)

Good morning, Gill. Remember Jim?

Hi.

- What's that?
- That is a good luck yucca.

I need it. This thing doesn't like me.

Damn!

Within one week, I guarantee
you will have a meaningful relationship.

I must get one of those.

(Whirring)

Oh!

Oh, sorry, Bill.

You see, we don't get many auctions
in Jersey,

but I should be able to pick it up for under
two million quid, the house included.

It looks OK, subject to access
and service facilities.

- That's all right. I'm looking into all that now.
- Oh, good.

Softly-softly, Charlie.

One whisper Kohner Corporation wants
this property and the price will go sky high.

And Kohner will fire you.

Ah, don't worry, Bill. I know the score.

We'll take a discreet look
at the house tomorrow.

Discretion, Charlie,
that's the name of the game.

In 18 months,
this place will be swarming with visitors,

and it'll all be down to
our little holding company.

A nice little village coming up.

(Honks horn )

Get out of the blooming road.

Bloody little hooligans!
You want to learn some manners!

(Rock music)

(All shout at once )

(Charlie ) It's a disgrace!
I've never known anything like it!

Don't get the wrong idea.
These hooligans aren't local.

- They're from the mainland.
- All right, Simon?

Carry on. I'm just passing through.
Hello Charlie.

I'm glad to see you. It's threatening behaviour.
Look what they've done.

I wish someone would threaten my car
with a chamois.

It's not funny, Jim. I was just taking...
You haven't met Bill and Lucy Loman.

They're from LA. Bill's with the Kohner
Corporation, ''a treasure of pleasure''.

Better not make it too public, huh, Charlie?

Sergeant Bergerac isn't public.
He's my son-in-law.

- Ex.
- Aye, ex. Oh, bloody hell!

You should sort that lot out.
They're London kids staying at the hostel.

We've had bother with them before.
My son can tell you.

Andy, come here. Come on!

- Tell him about the other day.
- It was nothing, just messing about.

- They hit him!
- So what? I hit them back.

- I told you before, stop answering me back!
- All right, all right.

Now, please... You are who, sir?

Ted Swinton. This is my shop.
They came in yesterday, girls an' all.

You can't tell them apart.
Light-fingered little buggers!

Yeah, all right. Well, I'll have a word with them.

Make sure you do.
Andy, clean the gentleman's car.

Jim, I've...I've been meaning to get in touch.

- But you've been busy.
- It's something important.

- Come and have lunch, will you?
- It must be important. Thank you very much.

Simon, are you finished with those two?
Can I have a word?

Evenin', all.

I've heard about you two from Interpol.

Chamois boys. International car washers, eh?

- Yeah, I never could resist a roller.
- Yeah, so I see.

- What have you done to your head?
- Football injury. Nutted a wall, didn't I?

- What are you doing in Jersey?
- You get tired of Vegas year after year.

- Our minder arranged it.
- He means Dr Gardiner.

Well, if I were you, I'd take care
how I had a good time in St Grey. OK?

Some of the locals
don't know how to take a joke.

There's no real damage.
Just make it a caution, all right?

(Swinton ) Caution?
What do you mean, caution?

If you don't sort them out, we bloody well will!

I wouldn't advise that, Mr Swinton.

We've got a neighbourhood watch.

St Helier's got a town clock.

Oh, look. How pretty!

(Lucy ) Charlie, is it your birthday?

Bill, it's Charlie's birthday.

- No, no, it must be for you.
- We're not officially here, remember?

There's no name on it.
Maybe you have a secret admirer.

What is that? Ash?

Well, I've been sent cigars before,
but never pre-smoked.

Kind of a weird gift. Is there a note?

Er...no. No.

How about some coffee?

(Rock music)

(Wolf-whistle )

- Where did you get them, Jacky?
- I bought them. They're a present for my dad.

Come on, now. You know that's not true.

You saying I'm a liar?

I don't have to take that from nobody.

All right, all right, but I'll look after these, OK?

- We'll talk later.
- No.

I'm fed up of talking.
What's the bloody point?

I'm sorry. I should have knocked.

- I'm looking for a Dr Gardiner, please.
- That's me.

They said you were the minder.

No, I'm a psychologist. And you are?

I'm Detective Sergeant Bergerac
from the Bureau des Étrangers.

- There you go.
- Ah. Nothing wrong, I hope?

No, no. It's just a courtesy call.

My kids are in care
and they have behavioural difficulties,

but they're not criminals, OK?

Seems an odd place to bring them,
that's all, millionaires' island.

- Where better?
- Oh, sorry.

- My ball! My ball!
- Come on! No mistakes! Come on!

(Jacky ) It's got nothing to do with you!

If I were you,
I'd keep them away from the village, all right?

(Girl) Idiot. You're just an idiot.

Shut up, cos you're only bloody jealous!

She looks a bit of a handful.

She fond of cigars, is she?

Oh, sorry. None of my business.

Jacky's cigars
are part of an ongoing fantasy she has.

- I'm not sure you'd understand.
- Well, try me.

I've got a daughter like her.
Well, a bit older.

Lives with my ex-wife.

- You see your daughter?
- But of course.

Jacky hasn't seen her father for years.

She likes to think he'll take her back
if he wins the pools or something.

The cigars are her reunion present.

Only rich men smoke cigars, you see.

They're supposed to somehow...
I don't know...

- Magic him back?
- Very good.

I tell her you can't buy love,
and she knows it doesn't come free.

What else is there to do but steal it?

A cop in the family... I don't like it.

Some hick detective.

Stop worrying.

What if Charlie's smarter than he looks?

(Chuckles ) Oh, for God's sake.

He's checked you out. You look good.

He's put up a hundred grand.

He even likes you.

I know. I like him,
but the guy's a sterling millionaire.

He didn't get that way trusting people.

Maybe the sting is too simple.

Simple stings work.

Too clever looks suspicious.

A couple more like this one,

we can retire.

Oh, there you are.
Lunch at one. Will that suit you?

Oh, that's lovely.

Whole morning wasted
on a bunch of loony kids.

They're not that loony.

Just misunderstood, I know.

- I had a chat with their minder actually.
- That's another thing you're not paid for.

Interesting, what she had to say.

She's got this theory
about adversary groups, natural enemies,

good/bad, young/old,
rich/poor, coppers/villains.

Chief inspectors/sergeants.

She reckons we're more interested in defeating
our enemies than pleasing our friends.

- I think she's got something.
- Speak for yourself.

But then I'm not trying
to make chief constable, am I?

Have you got something important to say, cos
I've got a steering committee in half an hour.

Didn't they invite you for lunch or what?

- Ah. Not too early, am I?
- No, no, no. We've just finished.

- Come on.
- I thought you said...

Well, we'd better not be away too long, because
Lucy's a bit nosey.

No friends like new friends, eh?

They're helping you
have another crack at a leisure complex?

Well, in confidence, yes.
We've set up a company to acquire the site.

Just what this island needs,
a Lily Langtree theme park.

The theme hasn't been decided yet.

Relax.

It's the family cop.

So? It's family business.

She phoned me every day last week.

Keeps calling me Charlie-boy,
as if she knew me.

What does she say?

Just that I'll find out what she wants
in good time.

- I don't mind telling you, I think she's doolally.
- Well, hang up on her.

- There's a bit more to it.
- I thought there might be.

Well, it smells like wood ash.

- I just hope that's all it is.
- Was there any message with it?

''The last property deal, Charlie-boy,

''six feet of earth.''

Well, it's literate enough.

Anything else?

Look, Jim, this...this is unofficial?.

Well, so long as it is
just a nuisance call, yeah.

Yeah, well, in that case...

This lot arrived yesterday.

Alice Turner. This her?

I've no idea. I never met the woman.

It might be something to do with a company
I once had. She may have been a shareholder.

- What sort of company?
- Development. City-centre development.

Sort of thing they were doing back in '72.
Harbury, it was.

''14 Station Road.''

It doesn't say where or when.

- What happened to your company?
- Well, the bank called in the loan.

Damn it, people shouldn't invest
money they can't afford to lose!

- And this Alice Turner, she lost hers, yeah?
- They all did. I did.

You can't run a company on sentiment,
you know. You'd go bust on the first day.

It did anyway, didn't it?

Look, it wasn't my fault she died.

It was an accident. It says so there.

Well, I'll tell you one thing for free, Charlie,

this isn't Alice Turner.

Oh, good.

We never close for lunch.
How come forensic can?

- That's intellectuals for you.
- Something urgent?

That's not the point.
I want to put a place and a date to that.

Let's have a look.

That's direct input, that,
going by the eye line and spacing.

Oh, knowledgeable, aren't we?

My old man was in the print, wasn't he?

He was made redundant
when this stuff came in, so it's pretty recent.

Well, I'm very sorry, Ben, but circumstantial
evidence puts this at about 1972.

Local rag with direct input in the '70s?

- Never.
- You sure?

- 99%.
- Well, that is very interesting.

How's your psychology?

- Pass.
- Can't even spell it.

Read an article
in Reader's Digest once. Why?

What kind of person
would want to kill someone they'd never met

and wait 16 years to do it?

Pass.

Well, it seems a very imaginative scheme,
Mr Loman, and Beauchamp's is ideal.

You said it. In fact, Susan,
no Beauchamp's, and no Kohner interest.

Well, let's drink to that auction, then,

and to a successful bid by Charlie Hungerford
of Loman-Hungerford Ltd.

- Charlie?
- Eh?

Oh! Aye...sorry.

I assume you'll bring
your own top management?

It depends
on developments elsewhere in Europe.

Well, my company will be delighted
to assist you with any senior staffing.

Fine. Let's talk it through sometime.
Pity you can't stay for dinner.

- Oh, Susan's always welcome.
- Oh, no. Thanks, Charlie.

- Carlos! Carlos! Four for dinner, please.
- Senor.

You two had better watch out. She's out
for all the information she can get, you know.

That so?

( - String quartet)

(Lock turns )

- Oh, Jim, I am sorry.
- It's all right. You explained on the phone.

Oh, you've gone to so much trouble!

Oh, it's no problem.
I hadn't eaten all day, so two portions...

- I just felt Charlie wanted me to stay.
- Oh. He didn't let me stay for lunch.

I do understand,
business before pleasure.

Oh, no. It wasn't just that. He didn't feel
up to handling the Lomans on his own.

- He's got something on his mind.
- Yeah?

Yeah. He seems really down.

I do hope this deal's OK.

It's not the deal. It's a private thing.

Private as in police business?

- Oh. All the same, that Bill Loman worries me.
- Why?

Well, for someone so obviously knowledgeable
and experienced in his field,

he seems too...I don't know, guarded.

Oh, psychology already.

I must introduce you
to my nice lady psychologist.

Oh? How nice?

Oh, not that nice.

(Phone rings )

- Yes? Who is it?
- (Woman ) Can't you guess, Charlie-boy?

Listen to me, whoever you are.
I've called in the police.

That's not very nice,
when I'm just being helpful.

If you know what's good for you...

You really should lock up
earlier at night, Charlie-boy.

- Eh?
- I only called cos I smelled burning.

Nice curtains in your study.

Nighty-night.

(Woman ) Charlie-boy...

Charlie? What the hell's going on?

Oh... Nothing.

Bill?. What is it?

Oh, nothing. It was all my fault.

I must have left a cigar burning or something.

Please, do get back to bed.

(Doorbell)

Missed out on lunch yesterday.
Thought I'd try breakfast today.

Phew! If that's the toast, I don't want any.

What, a cigar butt
rolled all the way down here?

Well, the french windows were open.
It might have blown.

What, are you telling me
that you forgot to lock up and set the alarm?

Er...no, no, no.
It happened before Carlos did his rounds.

It's a funny smell, isn't it?

It's meths or something like that.

Well, lighter fuel, perhaps.

Lighter fuel?. (Laughs )

- Morning.
- Morning.

I understand you had a disturbed night.

Yeah. Charlie's lucky that fire didn't spread.

Well, he's lucky the phone woke him.
We didn't hear it.

Ah, Willy, just the boy. Come here.

- Do you think you can do us a favour?
- Unofficial?.

Er...semi.

Could you find out
the details of the inquest in that case for me?

Alice Turner? That's all you want?

Find out if she has
any surviving relatives, especially female.

Right.

Now, I've got meetings at HQ all afternoon.

Extension 254 if anything urgent comes up,
otherwise, leave a note with Peggy.

(Car horn )

- Who's that?
- It's all right. That's for me.

- Something personal.
- It's his lady psychologist.

(Laughter)

- It's only a bloody snooker hall, innit?
- It's a billiard room, you idiot.

- Do you fancy a game, Tel?.
- You just try.

Wicked!

- Come on. After you.
- (Girl) Let's get Jacky.

(Second girl) Just leave her.
She's a right pain.

Do you just deal with youngsters,
or does the adult mind interest you as well?.

Depends on the adult.

No, I cover the whole spectrum,
babes to geriatrics.

Do you mind if I ask for some advice?

Ah, he presents his bill.

Yeah, well...

There's this friend of mine,
only he's in a bit of trouble.

That's what they all say.

(Sighs )

Oh, it's a lovely old house.

I'd like to keep it pretty much
the way it is, Bill.

Yeah. It should integrate pretty well.

So, a couple of points I'd like your views on.

First, this girl might have phoned him
before she started the fires.

- Before she started the fire?
- Or very soon afterwards, yeah.

-Funny way to commit arson.
- Very.

See, the nearest phone box
is a couple of miles away,

and there was very little damage.

She must have phoned at the house.

- From actually inside the house?
- Yeah, it's possible. He's got two lines.

- Or else she used a portaphone.
- Quite a girl.

Yeah, but the point is
she made sure that he was up.

She didn't want him harmed. Right?

So, what kind of person is this,
in your professional opinion?

Could be an obsessive or just a blackmailer.

Ah, well, she hasn't asked for any money,
as far as I know.

Someone with a grievance, then.
She could be working on his state of mind.

- Wanting what?
- Redress, retribution, justice?

Confession and repentance are not his style.

- You sound approving.
- No. No.

It's just that he can't see business
in moral terms.

He can afford not to perhaps.

Once you own this place, what's to stop you
holding Kohner Corporation to ransom?

Integrity, Bill.

-Hold on, Tel.

(The Laughing Policeman )

- I know a fat old policeman

- He's always on our street... -

- Nice one, Tel!
- Nice one! Terry does it again.

(Terry ) Steve Davis tries to do it again.

What the hell are you doing here?
How did you get in?

- You're trespassing.
- Stuff it, then, we'll buy the other place.

Hey...I know you.

You never did pay us
for washing your motorcar, did you?

All right, go on, hop it, the lot of you!

- All right. Don't get excited.
- No, you mustn't get excited, not at your age.

Say something else.

- What?
- I said say something else.

What are you on about?
Who is he?

I'll tell you who I am. I'm Charlie-boy.

- Yeah, and I'm Terry-boy.
- And I'm Liz-girl.

Pleased to meet you, Charlie-boy.

(Phone rings )

(Charlie ) It wasn't my fault she died.

(Gramophone winds down )

All right, now you. Go on, you say it.

- What?
- Say, ''Hello, Charlie-boy.''

- Take it easy, Charlie.
- What's going on here?

Who is he?
Has he just escaped or something?

Mr Hungerford is still upset about his car.
You'd better take a hike.

I shall know you again, both of you.
I've seen your faces now.

Date of death, November 23rd.

- Died in a fire, 14 Station Road.
- Yeah, I know that.

- What was the coroner's verdict?
- Accidental death.

Faulty paraffin heater apparently.
Well, she was 89.

- Any female relatives?
- None of either sex.

Thank you very much.

- Where are you going?
- Out.

Again?

- It was one of them, Jim.
- Calm down, Charlie.

Two common little sluts, one of them was called
Liz and I didn't get the other one's name.

- It wasn't Jacky by any chance, was it?
- I don't know.

- Whichever one it was, I want her put away.
- For a couple of nuisance calls?

Look, don't give me that hands tied routine.

It could be my life we're talking about.

But supposing it isn't, Charlie?

Supposing all the caller wants
is a sign of remorse,

a little bit of conscience?

Any chance of that, Charlie?

You ain't said yes yet.

Well, I'm thinking about it.

- My dad'll go spare.
- So what?

You said you hated him.

Well, he's all right.
He was all right before my mum died.

So was mine.

I want to know first.

Yes or no?

Yeah, all right. I'll get them for you.

What do you want them for?

For my dad. A present.

- You said you didn't see him any more.
- I will.

- When I've got a present, I will.
- I don't understand.

Then you're stupid.

(Man ) Oi!

(Laughter)

DS Rice, please.

Do you believe this?

30 eye witnesses for this hit and run,
and every description's different.

- I'm going to be on this all bloody night.
- Hello, Ronnie. Yes, Jim Bergerac here.

I'm great. Fine. How are you?

Ronnie, that's what you get
for working in the smoke.

You want to wangle yourself a cushy
nine-to-five in some quiet little island.

Er...could you have a look see if you've got
a juvenile file on a Jacky Cook, please?

That's Jacky, female, about 16.

No, no. We're just fishing.
That's all we do around here.

Yeah, well, I'm off in a few minutes,
but you can talk to DC Lomas.

He's going to be here all night.

Yeah, cheers, Ronnie.

Thanks a lot, Jim.

(Typing)

- You ready?
- Give me a minute.

What's all that?

ROSPER's US database, by satellite,

all the way to little old me.

What are you looking at?

It's a sort of who's who
of American corporate life.

- You can access all kinds of data over there.
- Yeah.

Public Information Act. Know all about that.
A minute, you said.

Hang on. Hang on. Here we go.

Employees of the Kohner Corporation.

William D Loman, executive vice president
in charge of development in Europe.

Yeah, it's all above board.
Charlie had him checked out.

All this tells me is who works for who
at the time the list was compiled.

It's due for an update...next week.

All right.
Mr Loman is going to be updated. Fine.

Maybe.

Charlie's making a bid for Beauchamp's.
He's using his own cash, Jim.

He's going to be a resident partner.

Well, if he is,
you can bet there's oil under it.

Charlie knows the risks.
He's been there before.

(Phone rings )

- Yes?
- (Susan ) Charlie?

Oh, hello, Susan.

It's you.

- Got you, you little...
- Oh!

(Jacky ) Run, Andy!

Andy?

- You little fool!
- Come on!

- I can't.
- Come on!

- Come on!
- You stay right where you are, son!

Andy!

Andy!

- (Jim ) How is he?
- Badly concussed.

Injuries consistent with a fall.

Oh, very helpful. Did they give you any idea
when he might come round?

- No.
- Ain't science wonderful?.

- What's his story?
- Well, he found the lad.

Says he saw someone running off. A girl.

He's er...being a big difficult.

Jim, your mate from the Met called back
after you left.

They've got...''Jacqueline Mary Cook,
1985, youth remand.''

- Any good?
- What did she do?

Nothing serious. Burnt down her school.

Mr Swinton...did you see the fall?.

No. It was too dark.

What did she look like, Mr Swinton, the girl?.

One of that London crowd.

I warned you about them,
but you wouldn't listen.

- You'd recognise her, then, would you?
- Yes.

But how could that be?
You said it was dark and she was running away.

- Was your son with the girl?.
- No, he was not.

- What were you doing down the harbour?
- Taking a bloody walk.

Dressed like that?

I couldn't sleep, could I?

Look, that's my son in there.
Never mind what I was doing.

You get the one
that pushed Andy down those steps.

Or whatever she did.

(Dr Gardiner) I told you, they're all here.

Jacky's gone.

What's she supposed to have done?

She's alleged to have shoved this boy
off some steps.

Not Jacky. No way. She's more likely
to hurt herself than anyone else.

- Knows how to start fires though, doesn't she?
- What?!

- I checked with the Met.
- Oh, damn you! You're just like all the others.

Come on. Come on. It's my job.

Don't tell me. I know. Natural enemies.

You only took me out to lunch
so you could find out about the kids.

No, I did not. It's just that my friend thought
he identified one of the voices.

Oh, of course. Need somebody to blame?

No problem, kid in care,
kid with a record, kid who's different.

- Sorry, we haven't got any blacks for you.
- All right, all right.

Can we argue about it after we've found her?

Oh, it all just takes forever.

I just want to take one more shot.

Oh, Bill, no. Come on. Come on.

(Bill) I like to keep Charlie-boy busy.
Sitting around makes me nervous.

Everything makes you nervous.

Time that auction starts tomorrow,
we'll be 30,000ft up.

And a hundred grand richer.

Poor Charlie. I wonder what he'll do
with this place without Kohner?

Sell it to some other sucker.

(Branch snaps )

What was that?

Catch that kid, Bill.

- What?
- She heard every goddamn word.

(Lucy ) Go round the other way.

- Oh!
- Bill!

- What the hell are you doing here?
- Nothing!

- If you weren't...
- Get off!

Hold on to her!

- I should never have brought them here.
- You're a psychologist, not a clairvoyant.

They tell you not to get involved.

How else do you know
if you're getting results?

You wait about ten years.

- I hope they pay you well.
- I'm lucky to have a job at all nowadays.

- What do you mean?
- It's cheaper to get rid of problem people.

Community care they call it.

Last year,
they closed three places I worked in,

two special schools and a geriatric unit.

What was the excuse? Cost-effectiveness?

Oh, you could say that.

One of them just happened to be on a piece
of land a developer wanted for luxury flats.

(Radio ) Jim, you there?

- Yes, Willy?
- Message from Charlie Hungerford.

He's got your missing girl
over at Beauchamp's.

- I'll be right over.
- Oh, thank God!

- I can bring her straight back here, then?
- Yeah.

- We'll take my car as well.
- Yeah.

Sorry, Charlie, the kid bit me.

What am I going to tell Jim?
You've made me look a fool!

(Phone rings )

I expect that'll be him now.

- Hello. Jim?
- My name's not Jim, Charlie-boy.

It ain't Jacky neither.

What?

How did you know I was here?

I know everything about you, Charlie-boy.
Everything.

All right, then you'll know I like plain talking,
so how much do you want?

You like talking money, don't you, Charlie?
We know all about it. We got some...

(Inaudible )

- Where's the girl?.
- I'm sorry, Sergeant, she gave us the slip.

She what? Where did she go?

Over that way.

Bergerac here.

The missing girl, Jacky Cook, was seen

on the south side of the Beauchamps estate
approximately 10:00am.

- Over and out.
- Look, Jim, I'm sorry about all this.

Yeah. Apologise to Dr Gardiner, not me.

What if they catch her before we leave Jersey?

We'll worry about that when it happens.

- I've got the enlargement of that photograph.
- Oh, great.

- Here it is.
- Oh, wonderful. Thanks.

- Got a magnifying glass?
- I thought they were standard issue.

Not since deerstalkers went out.

- Aha.
- Thank you.

- Who is it?
- It doesn't matter.

It's not who it is,
it's where it is that interests me.

I thought it looked like a hospital.

It's a geriatric unit, or it was.

You won't find Jacky Cook with that, will you?

They think they might know where Jacky is.

They saw her hanging around
by the cliff top yesterday.

You had me going there for a minute, Charlie.
I thought you were going to put in a bid.

If the Lomans had turned up, I might have.
Thanks for the tip-off, Susan.

- I'll send you a bill next week.
- Eh?! Oh. Yes.

- So, Bill Loman got the sack, then, eh?
- I checked with LA direct.

What's going to happen
to Loman-Hungerford Ltd now, then?

Well, I've disposed of my assets

and I'm going to ask Jim
to take charge of theirs,

just in case
Bill and Lucy come back to claim it.

(Tapping)

Now, Mr and Mrs Loman...

- Something wrong with my transfer request?
- No, no.

Mr Hungerford said you might call in.

You won't need this.

He's already closed
the Loman-Hungerford account for you.

He what?

The cash withdrawal this morning
was the final transaction.

What?!

As you see.

Sterling equivalent of $100,000.

But...

But what about the 100,000 we put in?

(Laughs )

Jacky?

I think she's hypothermic.

Why the hell
didn't you say something yesterday?

Well, I dunno...

Thanks, Jim.

Phone the hostel and tell them we're coming.

Yeah, I'll do it.

Handy little things those, aren't they?

All right.

How long have you known?

Not long. The geriatric unit gave you away.

Why do you blame Charlie Hungerford?

Developers like your friend Charlie

sent a sick old woman
back to a freezing flat in the middle of winter.

He'd never do that, not knowingly.

But they never do know. That's the point.

It's like bombing a city from 30,000ft.
You don't hear the screams from up there.

- Taking his money is still wrong.
- He took Alice Turner's.

She didn't have a family.
Our unit was all she had.

She even willed her shares to us.

I thought Charlie's company went bust?

She didn't know that!

She died
thinking that they were worth a fortune.

That really stuck in my throat, Jim.

He took every penny that had in the world
and neither of them even knew it.

It's still wrong.

I wanted the money for these kids.

It's small change to Charlie Hungerford.

It could be survival to them.

I've a visitor for you, Charlie-boy.

I think you'd both better sit down.

(Ship's horn sounds )

- Thanks, Jim.
- What for?

- Not prosecuting.
- Don't thank me. Thank Charlie.

Well...bye.

- I'll write.
- Me too. Every day.

Twice a week?

Come here.

(Cheering)

- See you.
- And you.

(Car horn )

(Ship's horn )

Here. Don't make a speech,
or you'll miss your boat.

- Did you just do what I think you did?
- My accountant's advice.

A tax-deductible donation
to a recognised charity.

Very good for my image.

Bloomin' Ada! I never got a receipt!

No, please, don't go!
Hey, come back! Look, I...