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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.