All language subtitles for Bergerac s08e01 A True Detective(1)

It's no good.

Hello, Carlos?

No?

Well, you are on 4-8-1-2-3,
ain't you?

- Yes, sir.
- Well, who are you then?

My name is Saville, sir.

All right, Mr Saville, I'd like to
talk to Mr Hungerford please.

And can you hurry it up?
I'm speaking from Gibraltar.

If you'd be kind enough
to give me your name, sir.

Jim Bergerac.

Hello.

Rose?

Fax for Miss Young.

There's a document bag for you
down at the porter's desk.

- Anything urgent?
- All straightforward.

What's in the bag?

Not much. Mostly admin stuff
for your office.

Who's John Tetteh?

A client.

One of the African trade people
Mr Woods is going to meet in Jersey.

You'll be able to meet them all
back there tonight. Party, party.

Dn you know why these files
have Jersey prefixes?

David Russell's the expert and he's
just gone into a meeting with clients.

Heathrow, please. Terminal one.

Saville!

Saville!

- Good evening, sir.
- Why is that van out there?

- Well, he has to put it somewhere, sir.
- Now don't you get clever with me.

I mean why is he here on premium rate

and what is he doing
that requires him to be here now?

He's still trying
to fix the fuses, sir.

- What, all day?
- No, sir.

They went again this afternoon.
Should I pour you a drink, sir?

No, thank you. Now the fuse box is out
there, so where is the electrician?

He thinks the fault is in the kitchen.

- That's why there's on ice, I suppose?
- I'm afraid so.

Sir, a Mr Bergerac phoned.

- And? Any message?
- Yes, sir.

He said there was a problem with
the yacht's gearbox,

and he'd have to leave it in Gibraltar
if he was going to get back.

He what?

He said there was a problem
with the yacht's gearbox...

I heard what he said,
there's no need to tell me again.

Well, was there anything else?

He said he was coming to stay
earlier than arranged.

Tonight.

I'll prepare a room before I leave.

Oi! Move it, pillock!

Yeah, you. Move it.

You're blocking up half of Jersey.

- We're trying tn work here.
- So am I.

- Leave it nut, you two, will you?
- Yeah, now go on. Move it.

Why don't you shut your mouth?

Get your hands off me.

- I said leave it out!
- Keep out of it, punter.

- Leave me alone!
- You are gonna to regret it.

Mr Withers, please.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, lovely, thank you.

DIY?

No, I thought you were
the electrician. Come on in, Jim.

- Good to see you, Charlie.
- Well, it's been better to see you

on board my boat.

I could have guaranteed
you'd get shipwrecked today.

It wasn't a shipwreck, Charlie.
It happened yesterday.

Well there's no ice and all
the food in the fridge has gone limp.

There's no hot water in the tank,
but the shower's got it's...

Well, you know what's what and where
it all is. I've got to get a move on.

- Where you off to then?
- The Gala Evening, Trade Conference.

I'm gonna try and earn myself a
few bobs to pay for the breakages.

- How did it happen anyway?
- Well, didn't that chap I spoke to

- on the phone tell you?
- What, Saville?

- Yeah.
- No, he's an agency man.

He's far too grand
to pass on any messages.

You see, Carlos' mother was taken and
I had to get this blooming snob in

at 200 quid a week. I'm beginning to
understand how murders happen.

There you go.

Hello?

Hello. Can I have a taxi
for the Esplanade, please?

It's just a matter of waiting
for the parts, Charlie.

Well, it might be a week.

Bit longer than that.

That could be my taxi.

There'll be too much booze there
tonight to take the car.

You know, you could come along as well
if you promise not to break anything.

I mean, there'll be folk there,
you know, Barney and Alice...

Susan?

Well, I'll stick with me sandwich
and me shower, thanks very much.

Haven't seen English telly in months.

All right, all right, I'm coming.

Madam, I hope you enjoy your evening.
Your drinks are waiting inside.

- Charlie.
- Hello, Alan, nice to see you.

- Have you got Susan here?
- No, we're expecting her.

I wanted to introduce my
accounts director. David Russell.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

This is Superintendent Crozier,
Jersey Section Police and Mrs Crozier.

This is my old friend, Alan Woods,
and David...

- Russell.
- Russell. How do you do?

How do you do?

- Alice.
- Alan.

I've always been fascinated

by the personnel consultancy business,
Mr Russell.

- Isn't that what you do?
- Yes, among other things.

Hey, Miss. Excuse me.

Excuse me, David.

These are African clients of ours.
Board of Trade officials.

John Tetteh and the chap in
the red hat is Kofi Mensah.

We're all bored with trade.

WOMAN ON TV... but they did agree
to exempt taxi buyers.

One of the few Island...
Busty Allen has died.

Mr Allen who was 74, topped the poll
when he lost to the state in 1986.

Bl...

- I'll walk the rest. How much?
- It's okay, love. It's fine. Honestly.

Thanks.

Evening, Miss Young.
I've got a message for you.

- Who from?
- I don't know, Miss Ynung.

You'll have to open it to find out.

Delta three to control.
Delta three to control.

Hello?
Yes, this is 4-8-1-2-3.

Morning, Charlie.

That was Crants, your steel broker.
He's got a load of...

Old iron. I know, it's all rubbish.
It's not a deal, it's a liability.

I'll just have some black coffee
and a paracetamol.

- Sir?
- That's nn good for you, Charlie.

I'll have eggs, bacon, tomatoes,
fried bread. Got any black pudding?

- Yes, sir.
- I'm famished.

If I'm gonna stay here for a while,
the chief constable

will need to approve my new address.

Well, you're gonna stay here
for a while, are you?

- Is that a problem?
- No, no, no problem.

Thanks.

Nothing, I'll just tell Saville
and he can arrange

to have two newspapers
delivered everyday.

And probably come to some arrangement
with an egg and bacon wholesaler

now he knows you're staying.
Do ynu want some orange juice?

Yeah. Ta.

If that's that...

If that's that blasted Crants, tell him
I've gone to Hong Kong for the week.

- It's starting already. I'll get it.
- I'll go.

And before they get off the line,

perhaps you'd point out that
we're entitled to some breakfast.

- Hello. Crozier.
- They get that in prison.

Yes.

Well, thanks for calling, George,
I appreciate it.

Bye.

Trouble?

Susan Young has been found
dead on the beach.

Does Jim know?

- How did it happen?
- Drowning, it looks like.

- What are you going to do?
- Tell him, I suppose.

Well, the Path people will do
their work and get her off the beach.

I better go round to Charlie's house

with my second best suit
and a box of tissues.

I rather meant what are you
going to do about Susan?

Susan? Nothing. Somebody else will be
dealing with it. It's not my job now.

Barney!

What have we got then, Sergeant?

Young woman. Dead on the beach.

Found by a walker this morning.
About seven.

It's a fresh bndy.
Appears tn be washed in by the tide.

There's no cuts. Ligatures or the like,
no obvinus signs of cause of death.

That's why we called you, sir.
Before moving her.

No obvinus signs of the cause of death

except the proximity of
the English Channel, Sergeant.

Drowning. Anyone consider that?

- Is there some reason to suspect murder?
- No.

This is a puzzle.

Why is half the
Jersey Pnlice Force here?

Why am I here? Why not
just bring her to the mortuary?

You better ask the
Superintendent, sir.

- Why is he here?
- The girl is Susan Young.

She was the girlfriend of
Detective Sergeant Bergerac.

Hello. Can I help you?

Sorry. Excuse me.

Bureau des Étrangers.
Can I help you?

No, I'm sorry, he's been at
headquarters for some months now.

Yeah.
Would you like his extensinn number?

Okay. Suit yourself.

Be a love and put them
on my desk for me, would you?

Okay, love.

- Yes.
- Jim!

- Hey!
- Nice to see you.

Wendy, this is
Detective Sergeant Bergerac.

- I'm sorry. I didn't know.
- There's no reason why you should.

Pleased to meet you.

- Coffee, Jim.
- Yeah.

We weren't expecting you back
for a couple of weeks.

No, I've just come in to sort
my desk out. If I can find it.

Then I'm going to visit our uniformed
friend down at headquarters.

- Jim?
- I'm all right.

- Of course you are.
- Good.

Well, what are we gonna do?

We? Nothing. You're going home.

I don't think so.

- You're in shock.
- Of course I'm shocked.

Doesn't mean to say
my brain's stopped working.

No, Jim.

It's just that we don't want
a simple, sudden death turned...

What do you mean simple, sudden death?

Who goes swimming
in their evening dress?

I don't know what she was doing.
I have an open mind.

Okay.

Okay, it's not simple.

It's not that she fell under a bus
or crashed her car.

It's an even better reason
for having an open mind.

- She was a strong swimmer.
- Yes, she was.

Her case merits special attention.

I'm special attention, Jim.
You're nnt.

Susan Young was due at the Trade Gala
last night, hence the clothes.

We're gonna find out if she got there.
Is that clear?

Yes, sir. You want to interview
some people from the Trade Gala?

No, I want to find nut if she got there.
I want to find out how she got there.

Then I want to find out if she got
there, and what happened to her.

Then we'll interview all the people
at the Trade Gala. Is that clear?

- Sir.
- Go on, Sergeant.

Hello, sir.
We're looking for this lady.

You haven't picked her up
in the last couple of days, have you?

Susan's keys, guv.

We've drawn a blank so far
at the Trades Conference.

No one's clapped eyes on her.

Right. Start writing notes
from this morning's work.

Same goes for the others.

Everything written up comprehensively
as quickly as possible.

- Like a murder inquiry, guv?
- No.

Like a thorough policeman investigating
an unexplained death. Okay?

WOMAN ON RADIO: Radio Jersey.

It's 12 o'clock and here's more
on today's headlines.

Top of the news, the young woman washed
up in St Saviour's Bay this morning,

has been identified as Miss Susan
Young, a personnel consultant of...

Miss Young was a well known figure
on the island

through her former estate agency,
Hobson and Young.

Police are carrying out an inquiry
but weren't available for comment.

However, sources
at police headquarters

say they are not as yet
looking for anyone.

Next, the financial markets
have come under...

- The queue?
- Who?

- Is this a queue?
- No. What can I do for you, sir?

- That girl.
- What girl?

- The one on the news.
- That girl.

- Well, yeah, that is the queue then.
- What?

The confessions queue.

Take a pew, sir. What's your name?

Skebbins. Harold Skebbins.
I saw her.

Yeah, right.
Well, you just sit there for now?

And someone will come and see you.

If the bureau calls, I'll be in in
about half an hour, all right?

Right-o.

All right?

Jim.

- Caught in the act.
- What are you after?

I don't know. Anything.

Who's this John Tetteh?

Business contact of Susan's. African.

We interviewed him this morning.
He hadn't seen her. He knew nothing.

- But this surely...
- Appointments were exactly

what the two of them
were in the island for.

Tetteh wrote to Susan,
asking for an appointment. So what?

Well, he might just have been
the last person to see her alive.

Come and have some lunch.

I think I should warn you, Jim,

the way this is going, it's shaping up
like a misadventure.

Come on.

What did she do?
Throw herself off the ferry?

I'm just warning you off the way
it looks.

She may just have fallen off
the Rockpool

where she was
supposed to go last night.

- Where I was and where Charlie was.
- Yeah, he said she'd be there.

We know she arrived by taxi which
dropped her off at the Esplanade.

The taxi driver told us that much.

She just never got to the receptinn.

What about the taxi driver?
What's his background?

Driving taxis, Jim.

Stuff "lnnk Jim." You got
to be covering all the angles.

I mean taxi drivers are
above suspicion now, are they?

I'm covering things.
It's a question of judgement.

Well, your judgement in detective
matters is a bit rusty, isn't it?

If yours was so bright and shiny,
you'd be wearing this uniform.

Don't worry about my judgement.

It's just that you don't seem
to be asking the basic questions.

How did she get into the water?
Who saw her last? Who put her there?

One thing at a time.
There were a lot of people there.

- We've only just started interviewing.
- With a view to what?

I mean she didn't volunteer
to jump into the water

with an evening dress on, did she?

To see if we can find someone
who saw her.

I don't know.
I'm a detective not a magician.

See you later, Alan. Take care.

Oi! You there.

- Do you mean me, sir?
- Yes, you.

Are you in charge of the murder
of this girl?

What murder of what girl, sir?

Don't get simple.
The one on the news.

The one that was murdered going
to the do at the Rockpool last night.

Well, do you know anything about it?

Well. Are you the top man?
I don't want to talk

to any bits of boys, you know.
I want the top man.

She died from drowning, gentlemen.
Lungs full of water, pallor, the works.

There are no signs of a struggle
on her anywhere.

There are some marks on the skin
of her upper arm.

Those could have come from almost
any type of handling.

Including by the people
who first found her.

There's a bruise on the brain.

Only a slight contusion on the scalp.

I took some splinters out of her scalp
in the area of the contusion.

- Could she have been hit over the head?
- Yes. She could.

I'll give you something definitive
when we have splinters to compare.

What exactly are you saying?

What I'm saying, Detective Sergeant,

is that your friend Miss Young
seems to have fallen,

hit her head onto the decking
and tumbled in to the water

- where she drowned.
- Well, is that the only explanation?

- Couldn't she have been pushed?
- Of course.

- Why did no one hear her call.
- It was a discotheque.

I think Miss Young went
into the water unconscious.

And died very quickly indeed.
Seconds.

- Hello, Gill.
- Jim.

- I am sorry.
- Yes. I know.

- Do you want some tea?
- No. No, thanks. Look,

was there anyone new
in Susan's life?

Nothing serious.

Well, she might have had
a couple of dinner dates.

What about arrangements to meet people
you never heard...

- Mr Russell, do you know Jim Bergerac?
- Yes. Yes, we've met.

I am sorry about the news, Jim.
It's a nightmare.

- What can I do for you?
- Who's John Tetteh?

He's an African
Board of Trade official.

I must say I'm very surprised
they put you on Susan's case.

What was she working on
that was so urgent?

- No one special. Nothing urgent.
- Why is Woods here?

He came for the conference like me.
He's just left for Paris.

A short visit, wasn't it?
Couldn't he wait?

What are you implying?
Alan Woods is a good man.

I'm not saying otherwise.

Look we've got to get on. We're
folding this operation, you know.

No Susan, no business.

I'm afraid I've got things to do.
Gill will help you.

- Mr John Tetteh?
- Yes.

I'm Detective Sergeant Bergerac.
From Bureau des Étrangers.

Bergerac. Yes.

You were a friend
of the unfortunate Miss Young.

- That's right.
- Would you like some tea?

No. No, thanks.

So, Mr Bergerac, you have my sympathy
but what can I do for you?

- You sent a fax to Miss Young.
- No great mystery.

I was asking her to phone my hotel
to make an appointment to meet me.

My country is one
of Rosper's major clients.

- But you never met?
- No, Mr Bergerac, we never actually met.

I'd wanted to discuss the arrangements
of our personnel

but it was an opportune moment

to develop a working relationship
with Miss Young.

- Which you never did?
- Of course not. We never met.

Jim. Been looking for you.

Doing a spot of private enterprise,
are we?

Barney wants to see you, pronto.

Well, I'm not due back until tomorrow.

That's why he wants to see you.

Old friend of yours.

- Can I have a word with you?
- Yes.

You can't be serious, Barney.

- Why not?
- Because he's just,

just a pathetic yob.

The company he works
for did the catering

at the Trade Gala last night.
He was on the door.

He was the last person seen with her.
Not just on the door.

Sure. No doubt he was seen.
People don't like Withers.

Alice saw him.

- Your Alice?
- Yeah,

she saw him and Susan talking
together at the Rockpool.

Other people would
have seen them, too.

Yeah, but it's a long way
from taking her ticket

to banging her over the head
with a plank.

We have another witness who saw them
talking there together as well.

Chap called Skebbins.

Lives in the terrace opposite
the harbour départ.

We all know Withers' feelings
towards you.

We've seen his violent nature,
motive and opportunity.

- Salad, Jim?
- No thanks. I'm not very hungry.

Felt like that about
my wife when she...

She's not my wife, Charlie.

- I know.
- Not even my lady friend.

- Not for the past year.
- You're kidding yourself.

I know it's easy to clam up
under these circumstances, Jim.

I mean all this bottling up
doesn't do you any good, you know.

What am I suppnsed to do?
Find a shoulder to cry on?

I'm a detective, Charlie.

And that means you're not entitled
to any feelings?

Or rather you won't let yourself
be entitled to any feelings.

- Everything satisfactory, sir?
- Fine.

You know you...
You should try and eat snmething, Jim.

I had an interview with Barney today.
Everybody did.

He's being very thorough.

You want to know,
did here arrest Withers? Yeah?

Well, I did happen to bump into Alan.

Well, he did pick him up. Yeah.

Gd knows what for.
He's going to have to let him go.

Yeah, but if it...

That's all fantasy, Charlie.

Barney's up to his old trick of
looking as if he's doing something.

It's what superintendents are made of.

Lemon meringue?

Look, I'm sorry, Charlie.
I'll get out from under your feet.

Wendy, could you get me
a spare uniformed PC

and meet me down at the Esplanade
in about half an hour?

- Spare?
- Spare as in not working.

Anyone will do,
excluding traffic wardens. Okay?

Ben. Don't take your coat off.
You're coming with me to the Rockpool.

Willy told me
Barney was interrogating Withers.

It's a good job
you weren't at that gala evening.

Otherwise he'd be interrogating you.

How did you get in here?

Good morning.
We're waiting to see your Mr Woods.

Well he's gone to France now,
I'm afraid.

So we thought.

Perhaps we will wait
for your Mr Russell.

- When do you expect him?
- I really don't know.

- Those are confidential.
- Two coffees. One white. One black.

And while we're waiting

we'd like to have a look at the files
on your west African account.

- You ready, sir?
- Yes.

Start walking now.
Ben, start walking now.

Where eactly did you see him, sir?

- There. Over there.
- Stop, Ben. Stop.

- In the dark?
- By the lights.

- Which one is which?
- What?

Well, there's a uniformed officer
out there and a plain clothes.

Which is standing on the right?
Which on the left?

- Here.
- Yes.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Okay, thanks very much, Mr Skebbins.

We'll be in touch if we
need you, okay? Thank you.

- Jim. You all right?
- I'm fine.

She could just about have made it
back here.

It's bloody cnold out there.

I reckon, if she was only slightly
stunned, she wnuldn't have made it.

And nobody would have heard
her shouting.

On the other hand
I did find this stuck in the boards.

Which means...

Means there was someone down here
with a Rosper pen.

That narrows it down
to about 2000 people

including Susan,
and we know she was here.

It's useless.

Useless.

- About Skebbins...
- I know.

Word gets back.
How was the water?

I'm sure he did see something.

I'm sure he did see some people
down there.

He just embroidered it a bit.

Makes him a bit off a washout
as a witness, though.

But not your Alice?
Not both.

Lunch. You hungry?

Twice in one week. No.
Thanks all the same.

Well, I have to take it now.

Tactical conference.
Then I'll be back at 1:30 sharp.

The two Africans, Tetteh and...

- Mensah?
- Yeah.

- What do you make off them?
- Pretty inscrutable.

I'd like to pick them up.

- Have a chat with them at the Bureau.
- Why?

They were at Susan's office
this mnrning

throwing their weight around.

Quasi-diplomats.

What are we interviewing them for?

Lean on them.
See what turns up.

- Like Withers.
- No, that won't do.

I'm not arresting African trade
officials on the off-chance, Jim.

Not for you. Not even for Susan.

Well, you arrested Withers.

That was for assault
on the police, Jim.

Couldn't you give their names
to Special Branch?

Definitely not Special Branch.

- You'll have to leave, Jim.
- What?

- Secret papers. Has to be locked.
- Yes.

Can I at least ask Customs
to delay them if they're leaving?

- Who?
- Tetteh and Mensah.

We still don't have a crime, Jim.

Okay, delay.

But don't do anything without
checking with me first.

I know why you had to see her
so urgently.

Of course.
I'd have thought it was obvinus.

We were unhappy with some of
the Rosper counting procedures.

Like what?

- That's our business and theirs.
- The hell it is.

Bergerac, though I have
every sympathy...

Sod your sympathy.
I would like the truth.

I have told two of your colleagues
the truth on separate occasions.

Is this standard UK procedure?

You have told some of it.

You could be looking at
a murder charge, Mr Tetteh.

Don't be preposterous.

I will hold you in custody
until I do get the truth.

No, you won't.
And anyway you already have the truth.

Excuse me now. We're busy.

Bergerac.

Tetteh's manner is displeasing.

He's rude and arrogant.
But he's honest.

We think a fraud has been perpetrated

by members of our government
and some people in Rosper.

- Susan Young?
- The supplied personnel

who in fact do not exist.

We think Jersey was
used as the conduit.

And your friend, Miss Young

- was an unwitting and innocent actor
- How much?

- In the crime.
- Yeah, thank you. How much?

Ten million Sterling.

It came through false accounts
in Jersey.

But why didn't you
tell me this before?

Why carry on with the charade?

- We have our criminals to catch, too.
- Who?

The accountant always has to be
suspect. Both in England and in Africa.

Thanks.

Rosper International.

Can you log off the accounts, love?
I've got some updating to do.

Right away, sir.

You stupid man, can't you see...

- Come on. Come on.
- All right, all right.

- I'm going.
- Come on!

- The hotel?
- No. He won't go back yet.

Well, all we got to do is wait for
him. Can't go anywhere tonight.

- You can drop me back at Charlie's.
- Yes, sir.

Control to Pettit,
receiving? Over.

Go ahead. Over.

We have message for you
from airport security.

They've detained a Mr Russell.
Tried to board a charted flight. Over.

Jim, want to get over
to the airport sharpish?

They're holding a chartered plane.
Searching someone's bags rather slowly.

Jim.

- What?
- That bloke and Susan...

Look, it's a very big fraud.

It could be a good
collar for the fraud.

But it's not a murder enquiry.
And never will be.

I don't understand all this.
I really don't.

Stop the car, Willy.

- I'll drive. Come on.
- What?

Jim!

You can do what you want.
You can run. You can fight.

You might even fall into the water.

What are you going to do?

Tell your story, mate.

Susan Young found out
about your African fraud. Didn't she?

And you tricked her

- into meeting you here. Right?
- That's not true.

You argued and you fought here.
And then she slipped and she fell.

Is that it? You struggled
like this! Is that right?

- I can't swim!
- Then you fell like this.

Both of you together?
And then somehow she hit her head!

And somehow she fell into the water
and then she drowned. Yeah?

Yes, yes! She fell!
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

- I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
- Was she unconscious?

And you pushed her!

Jim!

Richard and I had this...

We had an arrangement
with the Minister for Finance.

We charged for technicians
who didn't exist.

Susan didn't know anything about it.
How could she?

Tetteh's an investigator.

When he wrote to Susan
asking for a private meeting

it could only mean one thing.

When she got together with Tetteh
the game was up.

I left her a note asking her
to meet me here.

We talked, argued.

It became a struggle.

Susan went over the side
into the water.

She fell.

I can't swim.

I panicked.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry but I can't swim.

There you go, mate.

I want to talk to you now.

- Sir, I've got a message.
- Not now, Lomas.

Sir, it's very urgent. Please.

Dr Ackroyd just rang, sir.

Well, the thing is he went and took
another look at Susan Young.

And he found that some faint,
tiny bruises

had developed on her temples.

Finger marks.

Someone held Susan's head.

And smacked it
on that landing stage several times

before she went into the water.

She was murdered, sir.
That's Dr Ackroyd's message.

Susan Young was undoubtedly murdered.