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Jim!

Jim,

these fridges down at Lawrence's electrical store,

definitely nicked, I've done serial numbers with New Scotland Yard.

- Put them under lock and key. - But, where?

Everywhere it's full, every office is jammed solid.

- Put them into the Bureau's storage. - It's all full.

You couldn't get a fag paper in that building.

- Ben. - Every time I leave my desk

someone uses that as a storage space

Better get back quick, hadn't you?

Do you know, there are 14 boxes of papers?

More bails than boxes, really,

the Fraud Squad are blocking up our property cupboard.

Fourteen. They're waiting to pass it on to the mainland

and in the meanwhile, we've got it parked in our storage.

So, put the stolen fridges in the property cupboard.

And leave the Fraud Squad papers outside

for the dustbin men to pick up, okay?

Look upon it as a preparation for command.

- Where are you going? - Bye-bye.

- Manager, please. - Excuse me, sir.

Yes?

Detective Sergeant Bergerac, Bureau des Étrangers.

- I'd like to see your manager, please. - I'll just go and get him for you, sir.

Control to Bergerac. Come in.

Bergerac, go ahead, Willy.

It's a message from Barney.

He wants you to meet the customs people at the Bureau this morning

11 o' clock sharp, can you confirm? Over.

What customs people?

I don't know about any customs people.

And, the Mainland Drug Squad.

Willy, you might as well have put that in the Jersey Times.

- Sorry, Jim. - Is he still in the island?

No, this message came down from his PA.

Well, you tell Superintendent Crozier's PA

that I've been working all night and I know nothing of any meeting

with Mainland Delta Sierra or Customs officers. Received?

Received. I think he was very keen to have them met, Jim.

- You bet he was. You deal with it. - Me, Sergeant?

Yes, you, Sarge.

Make notes, look confident, you've got any problems, give me a bell.

I am going home to bed. Goodnight and out.

- Out. - Your Governor?

Detective Sergeant Bergerac.

Detective Chief Inspector Kinsey, Drug Squad.

- Call Jim. - Yes, sir.

Sir, DC Pettit.

- He's not always like that, sir. - Glad to hear it.

What's got him, bird trouble?

Actually, sir, someone he was close to died a few weeks ago.

He's had a rough time.

Detective Sergeant Bergerac?

Wilkins, Manager.

My assistant manager tell me that your Bureau has expressed

an interest in an account, that you believe,

may be operated by our bank for a Mr Giles Grey.

Here. I think the account is operated by Grey here in Jersey.

Before you go any further, Sergeant Bergerac,

I should tell you that I can neither confirm nor deny

that we operate an account under any such name.

Yes, of course, bank secrecy.

- But, you do have one. - Privacy, Sergeant Bergerac.

Customer privacy.

Imagine, if we handled your account and we gave over information

- to anyone that came in? - But, I don't have an account here.

But, imagine if you had.

You can give me some idea, off the record.

It's not the bank's policy, Sergeant Bergerac

So, what are we going to do?

I mean, this is a matter of some urgency.

Rules, Mr Bergerac. We all operate under rules.

You need a court order to get what you want.

I need a court order to give you what you want. Rules.

How can I get a court order

without knowing whether Grey has an account here or not?

Ground floor. Going up.

I don't suppose you'd be entirely wasting your time,

Detective Sergeant Bergerac.

Excuse me, the man who just...

Detective Sergeant Bergerac?

Damn.

Denkovitz, now, you owe us.

You've got the wrong man, I don't know you...

Just listen to me.

Now, we paid you to prepare some documents, right,

now, we want those documents.

- You've got the wrong man. - Denkovitz.

- We want the passport. - What passport? Who's Denkovitz?

That's fine, go and get the car, would you?

Nobndy does that to us, I'm gonna cut you up.

Help! Help, they're mugging me.

Morning.

I thought you were going to bed.

There's a... There's a cup in there.

- Some mail for you. - Ta.

Are you out tonight, Jim?

Not at this rate. If I don't get some sleep soon

I'm going to start walking into the lampposts.

I see that new condominium development is nearly ready.

- What? - Flats on North Quay.

Smashing looking project, you know, Jim.

Individual secure parking, fully fitted kitchens,

be very easy to run, I mean, just right for a chap...

On his own, working shifts...

who didn't like the sound of other people's carpenters

drilling holes all the day.

Why, it's the coming thing, is that condnminium development.

Clearly, it's the coming thing round here,

people I don't even know keep sending me details of the places, look.

I forgot, this came for you,

yesterday evening, by hand, it's from Bois Caughin and Co,

they're Susan's executors.

Yeah. They want...

They want bits and bobs of hers delivered up to...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Two Girls on a Swing?

Yeah, it's a Victorian oil painting, it belonged to Susan's aunt.

Susan gave it to me because she couldn't stand the sight of it.

I haven't the faintest idea where it is now.

Well, I've got some business to do before lunch.

Eva Southurst is coming over to stay with Marie Chenin for the week and

Marie's very kindly invited me for lunch, okay?

Don't look at me, Charlie, you do what you want.

I'll get him to come back this afternoon.

Well, excuse me. Present.

Look, Jim, I'll get my lawyers to deal with Bois and Co.

They're insensitive, that's what they are.

They've got a job to do, Charlie, just like everybody else.

Look, I'm gonna try and catnap in the front room, okay.

Jim, will you mind that tabletop in there, won't you, with your coffee cup?

Only it is a very valuable antique.

Well, we don't own these things, you know,

we are just curators.

For the insurance company.

- I'll mind your table, Charlie. - For a future generation.

Like the Two Girls on a Swing?

Dennis!

Dennis.

Yes, mate?

A friend of mine came to the island the other day and...

The problem is...

Well, the problem is I followed on behind

as a sort of a surprise and I don't have his address.

So, what? This is a car hire firm.

He rented a car. His name is Giles Grey.

So, if you could just look up to see whether you rented one to him.

- No, mate, we don't do none of that. - He's a friend.

I don't care if he's your maiden aunt, mate. We're confidential here.

Like going to mass.

- Confession? - Are you French?

No, why?

Why, only most Catholics around here are French.

- Well, I'm not French. - Is that it?

Okay, I'd have preferred to do this the easy way,

I'm DS Bergerac, Jersey States Police and this is official police business.

Yes, all right, I hear you.

Hello Jim, I'm glad you weren't in bed.

Look, it's the Drug Squad and Customs Excise special operation people.

Barney's allocated them space in our offices.

- What, without asking us? - Without telling us.

Well, move the files and give them what used to be Barney's office.

Jim, there are 15 of them.

I'll fetch my coat.

No sale?

- Does he know somebody cheaper? - No, he's a policeman.

Wanted the details of a client.

- Bergerac. - Yeah? He's a policeman as well.

- Why? - Jim Bergerac.

I know that, he was just in here.

- Who? - Bergerac.

- So they found him then. - Who?

Drink your tea, then wash that car, Tommy.

What's the matter now?

You're like talking to a brick wall sometimes.

Uncle.

- You want some tea? - Tea? I've had tea.

I had mint tea for my dyspepsia, Shlomo.

You're causing a lot of trouble, young man.

Better than tea, what I need is an explanation.

You've been having trouble with Mrs Newman again.

It's you I'm having trouble with.

I thought you were supposed to keep us informed.

I was just about to keep you informed,

I was going tn phone you this lunch time.

Four days, Shlomo. Four days we've left messages for you

but you're too busy jetsetting to answer us.

I mean, London, Bristol, Southampton.

I've left messages for you, Mrs Newman left messages for you.

If Mrs Newman hadn't left any messages for men,

there wouldn't be a problem to sort out.

Now, that's not fair.

She's not the only woman who's money this fellow's had.

It's her pride that's at stake, Uncle, not her money.

You don't mind taking this wounded woman's money?

Exactly. And I trusted you.

And I recommended you to her.

When a woman as rich as she is,

could have had her choice of private detectives.

And, what have I had in return? I'll tell you what I've had.

All I've had from you is a lot of grief and one message,

Hotel L'Horizon, St Brelades, booked under the name of Finnegan.

- Would you like to see the menu, sir? - Thank you.

You don't even look like Finnegan.

Someone took me for a French Catholic just this morning.

Anyway, my mind went blank when the hotel receptionist asked my name.

Why didn't you tell them your name is Shlomo Denkovitz?

I mean, what's wrong with that?

I'm supposed to be a private detective.

I'm supposed to melt into the background.

How can I have a name that sticks out like a sore thumb?

Supposed.

That's another career gone down the drain.

What have you done to prove you're a private detective?

- I've found Mrs Newman's lover. - He was never her lover.

I found the man whn took her cash, her sweet talking financial advisor.

- He was not only her advisor. - I still found him.

Here? How did you find him?

I got some information from a policeman in London,

that he'd been cashing cheques in the Chartered Commerce Investment bank.

A policeman?

That's exactly what Mrs Newman didn't want, she said specifically...

It's all right, I checked it here, anyway I went to the bank,

Grey is on this island, all right.

How did you check it?

Banks don't give out that sort of information.

Country bumpkin banks give it to country bumpkin policemen, Uncle.

Anyway,

I told them I was a local detective.

Excuse me.

I'm Detective Sergeant Bergerac and I think, this is my office.

- Who is in charge here? - Bergerac, DCI Kinsey.

You can call me David, since we're sharing an office.

Barney Conzier said you'd be here to meet us when we arrived,

- show us what's what. - Jim.

Sir, David, what's what is that this the first we've heard of you people.

- Not much room, is it? - Well, it used to be.

Billy, Billy Hastings, senior customs officer on Operation Porpoise.

- Billy meet Jimmy. - Jimmy, pleased to be here.

- This is Operation Porpoise. - Jim, actually.

And, this is the office of the Bureau des Étrangers.

- Won't be forever, Jim. - It's not enough room, is there?

We'll manage, we'll all manage.

I don't suppose the local customs and immigration boys

- offered to put you up, did they? - They didn't have any room either.

What is Operation Porpoise when its at home?

- Do you want some tea? - Yeah.

William, fetch us a cuppa, will you. Do you take sugar?

No, no sugar.

Sorry about your DC's feelings. Security, Jim.

Operation Porpoise is a large scale drugs bust

out in the Channel, we'll be here for about a month.

Jim?

Phone message from the manager of the Chartered Commerce Investment Bank.

He wants to know if you can go down and see him,

apparently, he's got the answer to at least one of your questions.

- Questions? - That was the message.

Shall I ring him back?

- No, no, I'll go. - Here's the briefing sheet.

No travelling criminals arriving in Jersey.

One in particular the Met boys wants to look out for.

"Gaining pecuniary advances by deception."

Excuse me, gents. Security, David. Ta.

Come here.

"Gaining pecuniary advantages", what do you mean, he's a fraudster?

An old lady and her money are soon parted. He's a widow wobbler.

Be spoilt for choice around here, won't he?

It's got lots of names.

Kevin Greyling, also known as Kevin Grey

also known as Kevin Giles, also known as Giles Grey, varinus others.

Born on the 14th of April, 1944, Nottingham.

- Got a photograph? - No.

- Don't they all like Basil Rathbone? - So, what are we doing now?

Scouring the island for men in dinner jackets, or what?

Invested your lolly in offshore funds he says.

Trust me, he says, you can picture him.

You can come with me to the Chartered Commerce Investment Bank, okay?

- Yes, sir. - What about the tea?

We've got time for that, have we?

Darling, excuse me, I just have to take you to see...

She has only been on the island for a fortnight

and I must introduce you. Chantalle. This is my friend...

- Hello, how do you do? - Hi! Look who's here.

- Charlie! - Marie.

It was good of you to ask me. Eva! You're looking wonderful.

I brought a little present.

I thought I was going to have a disaster on my hands.

- I thought you weren't going to come. - Well, I got stuck

in a bit of a traffic jam, you see. It's getting worse than Piccadilly Circus...

Eva talked about you non-stop since she got here.

This is him, Mr Hungerford, Eva would talk about nothing but you

at supper last night, I'm very pleased to meet you.

How do you do?

Giles is staying in Jersey for just a little while, he's from England.

- Well, we're all from England. - No, I'm not.

Eva, I thought you were coming over this morning.

Change of plan, Charlie, there was a better flight,

- so, I came last night. - Well, you could have called me.

It was late.

Anyway, Giles and Marie met me at the airport

and then Giles took us both to a Chinese restaurant.

You don't know how long it's been since I've been to a Chinese restaurant.

I'll get you a drink, what'll you have?

- A whisky and water, please. - Right, excuse me.

So, what did he have? Shark's fin soup?

- Yes? - I'm Detective Sergeant Bergerac...

Bureau des Étrangers.

Detective Sergeant Bergerac, Bureau des Étrangers.

- Something wrong? - Would you like to step this way, sir?

I always like to try to help the police, Detective Sergeant.

And, the police always like to help you.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

- Fine. - Would you like a glass of water?

Not when I'm on duty, Ma'am.

There is just one more thing.

- I don't know how to say this. - Yes?

You will be discreet about my enquiries?

- Is he dangerous? - No, no, no, no.

At least, we don't think so.

Just aonid him for a while, I should and stay mum.

Mum's the word then. Gnndbye.

We'd like our papers and our money, Denkovitz.

I'm not Denkovitz.

Don't be stupid, I've been following you.

- Paris... - Bristol, where you in Bristol?

I've been in Bristol. Bristol, Bournemouth and Southampton.

That's where I've been for the last few weeks,

you've got the wrong man.

It's not the money, it's our papers.

He'll kill you for them, it's as simple as that.

Someone stole my bag in England.

Lying won't help. Just give us our papers, joke over.

Otherwise, he'll kill you.

- It's the truth. - Still won't help.

- What won't help? - I'm sorry.

I mistook this gentleman for the porter.

I've been on the phone to Mrs Newman,

- she wants to talk to you. - I'll phone her.

- She's coming to see you. - Nn!

Why? What'll I say to her?

Say, he's gone off in another direction and he'll be in touch.

You don't even have to lie about it, Uncle,

we are going in different directions.

He had dark hair, curly, bit long.

- Short. - Short in the body, long in the hair.

- Bit scruffily dressed. - Scruffily dressed,

not at all like the other policeman who came in after him.

What other policeman?

Well, he didn't say he was a policeman. But he was smart, wasn't he? Smart.

I never saw him.

Can you give us a description? No, no, before that.

Did he tell you what he wanted?

I don't know what the rules are covering this one.

Great. I'll put that in your statement form.

Pretty good, that one. We get a bunch of armed robbers in here.

The first one was inquiring after someone's account.

Someone called?

Called Giles Grey.

A gentleman from the mainland called Giles Grey.

Where will we find this Mr Grey?

I believe he's staying in the island at the moment.

Believe?

Believe. He's cashed cheques in our branch.

And I don't know his address on the island.

I've only got the one in England.

He was with Mrs Chenin when he came in last week.

Let's have Ben sit on the Chenin household for a couple of hours,

while we bash with the address and see what's what.

Why don't we just go and pay her a visit?

No, it's not good politics, that, she's having a lunch party.

No, we'll have Ben babysit Grey while we do some real coppering, okay?

How'd you know Grey is gonna be in the Chenin household?

If she's having a lunch party,

Giles Grey is a chum over from the mainland.

I think we can assume that Marie Chenin will ask him.

But, how'd you know she's having a lunch party?

That is what sergeants are made of.

And so I said, "Well, that's funny, my mother had one of those.

"A big red one, with ribbons down the side."

- Please. - What a joke.

It's a wonderful situation that Marie's got, isn't it?

I understand that this was all a tomato field before she built the house.

Hey, you've got nothing to eat. Have some of that cake there.

And what do you think is here?

Well, he said, "Hold on to it, you silly arse.

"They're getting very valuable these days."

Hey, hang on a minute, there's someone down your lawn.

It's just the gardener.

- It's his day. - No, no, I'm sure I saw somebody...

Charlie, what would you say, are Nissen huts becoming more valuable?

I mean, they aren't making them any more.

No, they aren't, are they?

Anything?

Hello Mr Bergerac, over.

Go ahead, Ben.

I'm looking at a bloke, five feet, not very much,

possibly Middle Eastern origin, lots of thick black curly hair.

Could fit your description of the character from the bank.

- What's he doing now? - He's hiding in the Chenin garden.

At least I think he's hiding.

We're on our way. Don't let him out of your sight.

Can you get these back to the porter please. I...

Come on!

Look.

- Charlie, don't be such a wet blanket. - Not look, Charlie. Touch.

- My. - No, no, no. Look, over there.

- Excuse me. - Let go! Let go of me!

- What have I done? - Listen to me...

I have to telephone the police.

- Let go of me. Let go... - Ben, get that car round here, will you?

Let go of me.

- That'll do. Let him go. - No.

Don't let go of me. They want to shoot me.

My God.

I can shoot you right here if I wanted to.

Let him go.

- Ben, where's that car? - Yeah, roger.

Pull back. Pull back.

- So, what are they saying? - Nothing.

Not a Dickie bird.

There's something funny going on.

I mean, no sooner had we put their descriptions

in the police national computer to run a check, we get a phone call.

A couple of mainland Serious Crimes people come across to have a go.

But we're not allowed to know about what?

Typical. Glorious, ain't it?

The man, Swain is quite well known to Serious Crimes.

- What about the little fellow? - Don't sweat over it.

He says, "I am an innocent bystander. A victim of this horrific incident."

- Is that all? - And he says his name.

Shlomo Denkovitz. Says a little speech,

and then he says his name, Shlomn Denkovitz. Then he shuts up.

What's he say about Giles Grey?

"I am Shlomn Denkovitz, I am an Israeli citizen."

What's he say about the two characters who kidnapped him?

- My name is Shlomo Denkovitz, I... - I'm an Israeli citizen.

- So what do we say about Grey? - I don't know.

Well, we don't have to tell Grey while we're there, do we?

No, not at all. All right, so we don't tell anyone.

- What do you got in mind? - I have to think of something.

But if anyone asks, we do not know why Denknovitz was there

or the other two. Which is the truth, isn't it?

But for now, Shlomo Denkovitz

is getting a few hours in which to concentrate his mind,

and Sergeant Bergerac has got a few hours in which to rest his.

- I'm going for a kip. - See you.

See you.

Excuse me.

- Better? - Much, thank you.

I slept the sleep of the righteous.

Or the sleep of the overworked policeman rather.

- Who was at the door? - I don't know.

Jim, we've been dying to know who those people were with the cars.

Marie couldn't get a thing out of your colleagues.

And Charlie says we have a right to know.

Mrs Chenin hasn't been told anything because we don't know anything.

Stupid clowns. Just a bit of business, nothing to worry yourself with.

- Jim, I thought you were going out. - No, not yet.

I couldn't get a straight answer out your chaps

- aonut those people this afternoon. - Yeah, Eva was saying.

What was all the shooting for then?

Well, probably because they didn't wanna talk.

Well, honestly, Jim, I mean it just isn't good enough,

there's a lot nf questions to be answered, you know.

Is Giles Grey asking them?

Giles?

No. Why? I didn't know you'd met.

We haven't. But the Metonpolitan police reckon they have though.

They've gotten him down as a widow wobbler.

It's a man who goes around relieving middle-aged ladies of their savings.

Could he be doing that to your friend Marie Chenin?

So that's it.

Well, seems unlike him. And unlike Marie to be taken in.

Well, anybody can be taken in, even Marie.

Well, Marie does have an awful lot of savings to lose

before she starts noticing.

Well, that's exactly how one does get taken in, isn't it?

He did ask me to the flat to lunch.

He what?

Giles asked me to lunch. Well, I thought he was being...

Well, you know...

No, I don't know. Being what?

Accept.

- Good evening, Mr Hungerfnrd. - It's like an annexe to police HQ here,

we only want Barney Crozier for a full house.

Come on.

You can come and meet our microphone man.

It's all right, he's got warm hands.

- For you, Jim. - I'm sorry to disturb you all.

Your man starting talking, has he?

No, went to the office to pick my notebook,

and found a load of our filing cabinets out in the corridor.

So, I thought better go and fetch you now rather than in the morning.

- Phoned Barney? - Yeah.

But you wouldn't have any luck, I've tried him four times.

- What did he say? - That you should resolve it.

Choice.

All right, I'll fix it. Come on. 11 o'clock tomorrow, okay?

- Yeah. - Hey, what are you two talking about?

Jim is going to try and catch Giles with his hand in the dough.

No, you won't. I say, she won't! That's stupid, that's what!

- That's what, that it's stupid! - It'll be all right.

He wants her money, she agrees to play along with it,

we put a microphone on, and bingo, we'll have him in the bag.

- Simple, no problem. - Yeah.

You're not to do it, you know.

They're just taking advantage of people's sense of public spirit.

- You're not here? - It's all right.

- Yeah, clear as a bell. - Also, to cheer you up,

I've arranged to see one of your condominiums this evening.

- That okay? - Well, they're not mine actually.

Yeah, but you'd be interested if I got one, wouldn't you?

- Hello Eva. - Giles.

- All right? - How are you?

- All right, I'm off. - Hey, hang on there, Jim.

You're deliberately putting that woman's life in danger.

You being here is a privilege.

Don't wear out your welcome. And don't get under his feet.

- You're only here so we can reassure... - I don't need reassuring.

- I'm not a baby. - Then leave.

I can't. I'm worried about Eva as you well know.

I'm only too pleased that you could come.

I couldn't resist.

You did, at first.

Why, I'm a woman, Giles.

- I've a surprise for you. - Surprise?

Go on.

I expect that it was your work last night.

David.

Chief Inspector. We're not working together any more, Sergeant.

Well, you're not using our offices any more?

Made other arrangements, what do you expect.

Your attitude leaves a lot to be desired.

What you did last night was very unprofessional.

It is a clear police duty, sir, to secure stolen property,

and the fridge freezers are the subjects of a theft inquiry,

we had to take him in and we had to store them.

Good afternoon, Officer. I wonder

if you could tell me, am I very far from the weighbridge?

Five minutes, sir. First left, second right.

Thank you very much.

Sergeant, you know, I know, the whole world knows

what it means to put 24 fridge freezers into a small office.

It's saying to the occupants of that office "Go away,

"you're not welcome here." I heard about you people before.

Sir, with respect, it is not very smart to have someone else's entire squad

squatting in your office rearranging the furniture

and occupying all the phones, is it?

It wasn't my choice, it was your Superintendent.

It wasn't my Superintendent who moved all our filing cabinets

into the hall, was it? From our office.

When your Super returns, he'll have my report on his desk.

Our supercop there has been reduced to two desks and one telephone

in the back of the Custnos office.

- He's not very happy. - Yes, I had noticed.

Well, things have been happening here.

Do you want the good news or the bad?

Some good news, please.

We've solved the mystery of the little fellow.

That is a Mr Emanuelson from Bournemouth uncle to Shlomo Denkovitz,

here to report his nephew missing. The lady next to him is a Mrs Newman.

I reckon that she is a widow that Giles Grey has wobbled.

And I reckon she's been using Denkovitz as her own private detective.

Hence all that tosh about him blustering in to see Giles Grey's bank accounts...

- As me. - As you.

- What's the bad news? - Well,

there's a history to the two clowns with the guns.

They have been buying false passports from Denkovitz through an intermediary.

But he hasn't delivered the passports,

and he hasn't delivered their papers back.

Naturally, they were a little upset.

Well, they can explain exactly what was upsetting 'em to a judge.

Last spotted with Metonpolitan Serious Crimes Squad officers

on the way to the airport.

I'm afraid they got away.

We've been told that you'll learn the official version of the story

from the Superintendent on Monday.

That's great. Let's talk to these two.

That's not all the bad news I'm afraid. The stolen fridges have been found.

They're not. Someone transposed the digits in the serial numbers.

- Us? - No, London.

But we owe Lawrence's Electricals an apology.

We owe them 20 fridge freezers, mate.

Excuse me, my name is Sergeant Bergerac. Would you come with me, please?

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Giles, I'd like to invest some money. - Good.

But I'm not sure where. It's very difficult for a woman alone.

I'm sure it is.

What do you think?

Fine.

Invest it. What in?

Well, I don't know.

- What do you do about things like that? - I've got a broker.

Why don't you ask your friend Hungerford?

I'm sure he's pretty wise to all the tricks in the investment business.

- He looks pretty shady. - Shady?

I don't think he'd let you down.

Don't you know anyone?

Again.

You hired him.

- No. - No?

No. I hired him.

And you're his uncle?

So, what did you hire him for, Uncle?

For her. For Mrs Newman.

So that he could find the man who'd stolen the money.

Mis-invested it and made off with the proceeds.

Stole it. We did it for everyone.

So that other women wouldn't have to suffer the indignity of being a...

- A what? - A dupe.

- Having their pride injured. - Exactly.

Giles Grey he's called, and Shlomo traced him to Jersey, that's all he did.

We didn't mean any harm. Shlomo didn't either.

He went around pretending to be me.

Well, it was just a bit of over enthusiasm.

He apologises. We apologise.

You don't solve one crime by committing another, do you?

- But we didn't tell him to. - Yeah, but you sent him to Jersey.

Yes. But when we found out he'd been using irregular means

Mr Emanuelson came straight over to extricate him.

- We're sorry. Aren't we? - Yes, yes, we're sorry.

Now, here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna go with DC Pettit here and you're going to give him a statement.

And we will arrange to have Mr Grey arrested.

That way we'll put an end to his activities and to yours.

- But that means we'll end up in court. - One way or another, yes.

- This way. - Willy.

Have Ben go in straightaway while you're taking their statement.

I don't want to leave Eva Southurst alnne

with that Grey bloke any longer than we have to. Okay?

- Right. - Thank you.

Right, Harry Houdini.

You ever seen Jersey prison?

You're playing cat and mouse with me, it's the way interrogators operate.

If you could bear just once to play it straight,

we might keep you out of prison.

But you're gonna have to tell me the truth, okay?

Now, why were those two people trying to kidnap you?

I'm a forger. Used to be a forger.

- Doing what? - Forging.

- Where? - Israel, Austria... Penge and Lewisham.

- Military? - A bit.

Who were those two, the man and woman with the guns?

Criminals. I got the job from a man in London.

A full set of false papers for both.

The man Swain, Israeli called Tommy Beaver.

What, the supergrass?

They were after another new identity, but...

I left the papers on a train.

A new identity for both of them complete with photographs, the lot.

It's wandering around England in a railway carriage.

Well, can you get them back?

Swain and the woman think somenne could use the information.

Maybe even trace me and get the information out of me.

Swain's scared.

- I'm scared. - I'll bet.

Who passed the job to you?

I'm not disloyal.

A policeman in the Serious Crime Squad in London.

- I just can't tell you his name. - So, that's it.

Someone in London is setting them up for a falling.

I think I've got 50,000.

- Fifty thousand what? - 50,000 pounds to invest.

Spare.

Is that a lot?

That's your doorbell.

- Mr Giles Grey. - Yes.

My name is Detective Constable Lomas of the Jersey States Police.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of fraud.

You're what?

This way, please.

What is this? There must be some mistake.

I've never defrauded anyone in my life.

It's that woman, isn't it?

Her building society accounts, and her £50,000...

She's a public nuisance. She's a menace.

Excuse me. May I?

Eva! Eva, are you all right?

- Just a little bit scared. - Thank God.

- Where's he going? - Airport.

Some of Swain's mates in the Serious Crime Squad are playing funny games.

So why should little Shlomo be around to get it in the neck?

How's Mrs Newman?

We're gonna have to go over her statement again.

- Let's do it. - Yeah, but there's a problem.

You do it. It's a new spirit of personal responsibility.

- You take a statement, you deal with it. - Jim.

Bloke asking for you at the front desk.

Something about a Victorian oil painting.

- Thank you. - Jim, it's not just the statement,

Mrs Newman reckons that we've got the wrong Giles Grey.

She reckons that he's not the man who defrauded her.

Hers is 45, and from Nottingham.