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- Yes. - Hello, Mr Carter.

It is, yes.

- Mr Carter, we're coming to get you. - What?

Emergency. Which service do you want?

Any chance of any coffee this time of the morning?

Only the machine, Sarge.

Thank God.

Yeah. Yeah, all right. Yeah, right, no problem, yeah.

Sarge.

This sounds like more for you than me, I think.

Bergerac.

Yeah. Right. On my way.

Emergency. Which service do you want?

Could I speak to your supervisor, please?

Putting you through.

Supervisor.

Yeah. It's Detective Constable Pettit.

I'm making enquiries regarding an emergency call from this number.

- Okay? - 1-9-3-2.

Could you hold the line, please? I'll just check.

Do you live alone, Mr Carter?

I have a woman comes in, Mrs Barrow.

My daughter's at the Sorbonne.

Sarge, you got a minute?

Excuse me, please.

- We've got nothing at all? - According to the supervisor.

- Well, what about our lot? - Ditto.

If it hadn't been for his alarm system connected up to the nick,

Carter would still be waiting.

- Who are you, then? - PC Green.

- Yeah? - That's my car you got out there.

I see.

The voice you heard at the telephone exchange,

the person who took your call, was that a man or a woman?

A man.

And when you did get through,

the one who took the call, was that also a man?

Yes.

You see, the problem is, Mr Carter,

that neither the emergency service at the exchange nor the police

have any record of any such call.

That's ridiculous.

What are you suggesting? I made the entire thing up?

- Shot the place up myself? - No.

What, then?

This man who called you said he was coming to get you.

- Anyone you recognised? - Of course not.

What sort of voice was it? Bass? Baritone? Tenor?

Deep, certainly.

Can't you remember anything else? Did he have an accent?

Sergeant, it was 6:00 in the morning.

I'd got to bed at 2:00 and taken a sleeping pill.

By the time I registered what he was saying,

he'd already rung off.

Okay, Mr Carter, we'll leave it there for the moment.

And where were you at 5:00 this morning

when your motor car was being nicked, sonny?

In bed.

- On your own? - With my wife.

- It was locked, was it? - Of course it was.

I'm afraid you're going to have to leave it with us, Constable,

until forensics have finished with it. Okay?

All right.

No one's driving into town, I suppose, are they?

- Not for hours, no. - There's a bus stop down the road.

Here. That should do it.

- Would you look at that? - Yeah.

How many villains do we know with the nerve to pull a stunt like this?

Intercept a 999 call, impersonate a couple of policemen

and nick a patrol car?

- Cheeky sods, whoever they are. - Aren't they just?

Hello?

- Joanna? - Daddy.

- How are you, darling? - I'm fine.

- Darling, something has come up. - Why, is anything wrong?

No. I was wondering, would you like to stay on there another week?

No, I wouldn't. It's the end of term.

I've booked the flight and I've let the room.

- Don't you want to see me? - Of course, darling.

But I've just got to get this thing sorted out.

I'd have no time to be with you.

Well, if there's nothing wrong, I'm coming home.

Look, I must dash. If I don't,

one of these filthy lot here will steal my hot bath.

Bye, I'll see you at the airport on Friday. Bye.

This part of the gear they were wearing?

Don't know. Seems more likely than not, doesn't it?

- You don't know? - Well, not yet.

But a pattern is emerging.

- What pattern? - The beach.

A bit public, wouldn't you say, for destroying evidence?

To say the least. Well?

It's almost as if they wanted us to find it.

Same as the patrol car they left for us to find.

I mean, keeping a low profile isn't their top priority, is it?

I don't know, Jim. A straightforward team of decent villains,

that's fair enough.

We nick them or we don't. Depends how it goes. But this,

making us a laughingstock, taking the mickey,

police cars being nicked, and these two lunatics

swanning around the island in police uniforms. I mean, what the hell next?

Sorry.

Well, if nothing else, Mr Carter,

I suggest that these aren't local villains.

- And what about local policemen? - No, sir.

Well, that's something, I suppose.

- Will there be anything else, Sergeant? - No, not for the minute.

If you do think of anything that might help us,

I'd appreciate a phone call.

Not exactly a man shaken to the core by the experience.

And hello again.

Now don't be stupid.

Besides, Teddy Gallagher wouldn't like that.

Gallagher.

Teddy.

The only Teddy Gallagher I ever knew died years ago.

Of course he did. I saw you at the funeral.

But what does a funeral prove with a chap like Teddy Gallagher?

Indestructible, I've always thought. He sends you his best.

- What does he want? - Help. What else?

- What sort of help? - What sort do you think?

- Sorry. - Let's hope not.

Get out of my car or I'll call the police.

Who, you?

Hardly.

You would've thought the nice new face they gave him

would have mellowed him a bit. But no chance.

You've maybe forgotten, have you?

How vindictive Gallagher could be when he didn't get his own way.

He's 6', red hair,

in his late 30s.

Yes? No?

- Nobody I know. - Nor me.

Nor me. Not yet.

But he knows Carter, who I think knows more than he's letting on.

- What've we got on the Carter file? - Not much.

Came here about seven years ago. It's just him and his daughter.

According to Immigration and Law Enforcement...

- Yeah. Which country? - Libya, would you believe?

- UK passport? - Yeah. And several million quid.

We're in the wrong business.

And he's been to more countries than the Pope.

Nothing to tell us how he came by his millions?

I'm working on it.

There's one way to find out a bit more about him.

Yeah, I know. Lean on him and see if he falls over.

Just wish I had something to lean on him with.

Well done, Charlie.

Dear, dear, I'm sorry about that.

Still, though, all's fair in love and croquet?

I say, what the devil are you, some sort of football hooligan?

What?

- I'm sorry. - I should damn well hope you are.

Just get off the green, will you?

Thank you. Most kind, most kind.

- Well done. - Thank you very much. Thank you.

- Jim. - Hello, Charlie.

- You saw that, did you? - I did.

Worthy of Gary Lineker at his best, sir.

He plays, too, does he?

- Do you know him? - Well, I know of him.

But do you know anything about him?

Just that he's not short of a bob or two.

Not that anybody's ever seen much of it, mind.

No, Carter is the living, breathing example of how

if you look after the pennies, the pounds will look after themselves.

How did he get that rich?

Well, he doesn't seem to have any place of business.

- Well done, Charlie. - Thank you very much.

He's retired, I always assumed.

- Why, what's he been up to? - Nothing. Not as far as anyone can see.

Don't sound so disappointed about it, Jim.

I do remember hearing something about her, though, once.

- Who's that? - That daughter of his.

She could only have been a kid at the time.

- What did you hear? - It's such a long time ago,

I'm damned if I can remember. Thank you very much.

So, there definitely was something. Yeah, well, come on, Jim, drink up.

No, look, I'll leave you to it, Charlie.

Hey! Jim, you will come back tomorrow morning, won't you?

- For the final. - Well...

Well, you see, I'm up against Colonel Foster-Biggs,

and I shall need all the support I can get.

Wax moustache, purple cheeks, nose that has seen better days, that one?

That's him. He's spent half his life east of Suez.

It promises to be quite a blood match.

Yeah, right. You have a think about the Carter girl?

- Yeah, well, I'll do me best. - Okay.

Don't forget, Jim. See you tomorrow morning, 11:00?

Just watch your ankle in the clinches, all right?

- Jim! - What?

Good morning. Can I see Mr Carter, please? Thank you.

Mr Carter.

- Hello. - Have you got a minute, please?

- I take it you got a lead. - This morning, after you left us.

- Yes? - In the forecourt of the bureau,

a man got out of your car and I've been trying to recollect his name.

- Outside the bureau? - Yes, sir.

Wasn't he one of your people?

- One of ours? - Yeah.

He wanted to know if I realised that the space I'd been parking in

was reserved for bureau vehicles only.

And he got into the car to ask you that?

Yeah, I thought it was a bit pushy, myself.

Yeah, well, I can see you would, if that is what he said.

Sergeant, are you suggesting that he was connected with the break-in?

No. I mean, you would have recognised him at once,

wouldn't you, sir?

Naturally.

And your daughter, sir?

- My daughter? - When's she coming home?

- Tomorrow, at 4:00. - Good.

Well, thank you for your time, Mr Carter.

I'm very sorry we're not much further on.

They could just have been a couple of jokers.

- What? Using guns? - I know, I know.

But I've got to give the chief some kind of assurance tonight.

What have you come up with?

No one's been hurt, not too much damage done.

I mean, for all we know, they could be off the island

and back on the mainland by now.

All right. What stunning new ideas have you got?

Not a lot. Not at the minute.

Well, what do you think?

Well, I think... I think Carter's a frightened man.

Doesn't want us to know he's frightened.

And the winner, Charlie Hungerford.

- Congratulations, Charlie. - Well, thank you, my dear.

Sorry I had to give you such a thrashing in the semi-final. Thank you very much.

- Congratulations. - Well done.

Thank you.

Not a bad little pot for the old mantelpiece, Jim?

Gave him hell, did you, Charlie?

Destroyed him, Jim. Destroyed him utterly.

I got your message.

- At the bureau. - Thank you.

Yes. I see.

It only came back to me when I was thrashing old Fozzy-Biggs.

What did?

It was Fozzy-Biggs himself who told me about the girl.

Yes? Told you what?

Well, I mean, that's for you to find out.

Why can't you tell me?

Jim, I told you it was something about Carter's daughter.

Now I've remembered it was Fozzy-Biggs who told me so.

So what more do you want?

- You're police? - That's right.

That explains it.

- Explains what? - The size of your boots.

Mr Hungerford said that you knew Nigel Carter

from your time in the Middle East. Is that right?

Yes, but not well. In Beirut.

Yeah? What was he up to in Beirut?

That's difficult to say. An influential chap.

Lots of powerful chums in high places. Why?

Well, it's his daughter I'm concerned with, really.

You mean the kidnapping.

- If it was a kidnapping. - "If"?

The girl was snatched from a beach resort

by some terrorist faction or other.

There was a whole mighty hoo-hah about it.

Three days later she was back as if nothing had happened.

- Was she really kidnapped or no? - I'm sure she was.

- And ransomed. - Possibly, but not necessarily.

He was a chap with a lot of friends in all the right courts, Sergeant.

Thank you, Colonel.

And don't forget, keep off the blasted grass.

Willy, could you get hold of Duval at Interpol?

Get everything you can on the kidnapping, okay?

All right.

- You think there's a connection, Jim? - What else have we got?

Now, the Carter girl flies in at 4:00. Be there.

- And do what? - Keep your eyes open. Keep in touch.

Hang on. I don't even know what she looks like.

But Carter does

and you know what he looks like, don't you? Don't hang about.

Miss Carter.

Ben, come in.

Yeah. It's redhead with the girl.

I have a message from your father.

- Yes? - Bit of a problem with his tyres.

Which one, Willy? I can't do both.

You take the girl. I got the redhead.

- Daddy. - Joanna.

Thank God.

- You all right? - Of course. Why?

Well, you must have wondered where I was.

No, I got your message.

- Message? - About your tyres.

From your Irish friend.

Broken glass on the road.

He said someone let them down.

Nary, that's what I thought, till I saw the damage.

Anyway, he says Teddy Gallagher says hello.

What did he look like?

6', red hair,

35-ish, fit.

I'm sorry, Jim. He just disappeared.

True to form.

- What about Interpol? - They're getting back to us.

Well, at least we know where the girl is and that she's all right.

- Hello? - Hello, and how are you?

Hello. Hang on a minute.

Daddy! It's your Irish friend.

- Hello. - Hello.

Yes, he's just coming.

What's a nice girl like you doing in Jersey?

I'm just over for the holidays.

- And where do you normally live? - In Paris.

Wild life!

- Yes, I'm trying to study. - I'll take it, Joanna.

Very smooth.

- What do you want? - Lovely girl, Carter.

I'm warning you. Stay away from her.

Why don't we talk about it?

Where?

- Come in. - See, according to Duval,

it was treated as a kidnapping.

But when she suddenly turned up again, Carter denied it.

Said she'd simply met up with this bunch of kids and taken off with them.

Couldn't understand what all the fuss was about.

- The French boys believe him? - Not for a minute.

Well, what's all this got to do with what's happening here and now?

These two running rings around us. What's the connection?

Well, perhaps there isn't one.

But let's say the two things are related.

- Just for the sake of argument. - All right.

And that whoever was responsible for the first kidnapping

has decided to have another go.

You mean, snatch her again? Here in Jersey?

Well, that wouldn't really be necessary, would it?

Not if Carter had been shaken up badly enough the first time.

I mean, all you'd need to do

is to demonstrate to him how vulnerable he is,

and then keep on reminding him of the fact.

See, that wouldn't just explain the break-in,

but also why our red-haired friend keeps popping up all over the place.

Morning.

- Morning. - Early bird.

I've got some work to do.

And you're taking me to lunch at Château la Chaire.

Darling. I have a meeting on the other side of the island.

God knows when I'll be through.

Tomorrow?

Here. I bought you this.

Daddy.

It's beautiful.

- Thank you, but... - Yes?

Well, you don't have to keep buying me presents.

Here.

- I'm sorry, Jo. I really am. - Sorry?

Well, after your mother died, bundling you off to this school and that.

- Then university. - I don't mind.

Well, I did sometimes.

But I understand.

- You sure? - Of course.

What do you want to see my father about?

Well, we are a little concerned about him.

Concerned?

Yeah, well, you see, your father's a very rich man, even by Jersey standards.

So why isn't he behaving like one?

- I don't know what you mean. - Well, look at it.

Two complete strangers, they walk in here,

they start taking pot shots at him.

Now, any other rich man I know would start screaming the place down.

What on earth are you talking about?

Don't you know?

No.

Well, that's what happened in this house three days ago.

Why didn't he tell me?

I suppose he didn't want to frighten me.

Well, I didn't want to frighten you either, I'm sorry.

I think your father is worried about you being kidnapped again.

But that was years ago.

I was just a kid, it was...

- It was a long time ago. - Maybe.

But it's my job to see it doesn't happen again.

Why should it?

Why should two armed men break in here,

shoot the place up, then leave empty-handed?

Why should a complete stranger meet you at the airport?

- He was a friend of my father's. - He tell you that or your father?

- He. - See, I think he was one of the two

who came in here and scared your father half out of his wits.

Why are you telling me all this? Why aren't you telling him?

Because he won't listen to us. Because he's too scared for you.

- Me? - Well, who else?

You were the one who was snatched first time, weren't you?

And because if he won't cooperate with us,

perhaps you will.

How?

Talk some sense into him. Tell him to come and talk to us.

And if he still won't, I'll leave you a number where you can reach me.

Is that all right?

There's a boat coming through any day now.

Loaded to the gulls with plastic explosives and other goodies.

Now, half of it's paid for, but the captain's a distrustful bastard.

He wants the balance in cash before he'll hand it over.

Where's the balance coming from? The usual sources?

No, not this time. This time, we thought you'd pick up the tab.

- Me? - The way Teddy sees it, you owe us.

For all the times we looked away

when you were creaming your fat 20º/º off the top.

What did he expect me to do? Take the risk for nothing?

- A lot of people do. - That's their problem.

As far as I was concerned, it was strictly business.

- Well, let's keep it that way, shall we? - What do you mean?

Well, think of it as a final settlement, a closing of the books.

After which you won't be bothered again. Ever.

The books are already closed, and have been for years. I retired.

- You lost your bottle. - Nothing to do with bottle.

So there you are at Teddy Gallagher's funeral.

But before you can leave Belfast, there's that little brush with the RUC

and a few questions from military intelligence,

and you retire sweating.

Of course you didn't lose your bottle.

- So, are we on, then? - I'll think about it.

Yeah, well, while you're thinking, think about these.

Detailed movements of certain moneys

between the US of A and certain numbered accounts.

So what? I was dealing in currency all the time.

Fair enough. But taken in conjunction with these.

Of you at this famous funeral of a man who's not even dead,

talking to some unlikely friends.

Don't you think that would get the security people

thinking again and sniffing?

And you don't need that any more, do you?

Not with a daughter who sees you as a pillar of the community.

- How much is this balance? - Five hundred thousand in cash.

You're mad.

Think of the peace of mind it'll give you.

It isn't possible to raise that sort of money just like that

without questions being asked.

Come on, Carter. Don't give me that.

When it comes to raising money, you're a legend at it,

in your own lifetime. However long that may be.

How do I know you won't be back again next year?

Well, that's always the problem with this kind of transaction.

You don't.

- He didn't like it. - He said he wouldn't.

Right.

Those men here with guns. Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to frighten you.

And your Irish friend at the airport?

It goes back to the kidnap.

I made some arrangements. Financial.

Financial? You said there was no question of ransom being paid.

I made a bargain. I never said I kept to my end of it.

- You double-crossed them? - Why not?

We were getting out of the Middle East anyway.

They were hardly likely to follow us to Jersey.

- And now they have. - Yes.

And he was one of them, the man at the airport?

But he's Irish.

Joanna, terrorism recognises no frontiers.

Besides, they have reciprocal arrangements.

Do each other's dirty work.

- Well, tell the police, then. - The police?

- Well, what's wrong with that? - It won't solve anything.

Even if the police could manage to pick up those two,

they'd just send two more. And if necessary, two more after that.

- Well, what are we going to do? - Get out of Jersey.

- Why don't we go to the police? - No.

Look, I know what I'm talking about. I know these people.

- How do you know them? - I want you to start packing right away.

- I still say it's a mistake, Daddy. - Joanna, stop talking like a child!

And just for once in your life, do as you're told.

Right.

Good morning, sir. How can I help you?

Reservations.

I'm inquiring about flights to Paris tomorrow.

I'll just check for you.

There are seats available on the morning flight, sir.

- Yes? - May I come in?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

We're booked on the morning flight to Paris.

I need to go into town now, sort out a few things.

Daddy?

Take care.

Bureau.

No, I'm sorry, he's not in at the moment.

Yeah. Anything I can do to help, Miss Carter?

No. Okay. Fine. Bye-bye.

And how are you?

- What time was this? - 3:10.

- Bye, Jim. - Good night.

- Hello? Yes? - Mr Carter?

- Yes? - It's Jim Bergerac here.

- Could I speak to Joanna, please? - I'm sorry. She isn't here.

Do you know where she is?

She's staying overnight with a girlfriend.

- Have you got the number? - I don't.

No. I'm sorry. Goodbye.

- You're IRA, aren't you? - Good Lord, no.

I'm sorry about this, but needs must, you know?

I thought you were Irish.

That's because you were supposed to. Not too tight for you, I hope?

Who are you?

Who does your father say we are?

Terrorists.

Well, you know what they say.

Takes one to know one.

Where we met last time.

Be there with the money in two hours, all right?

Let's go.

Right. Well, thank you very much indeed.

Guess who spent the last 24 hours drawing out cash by the truckload

from accounts all over Jersey.

Joanna.

We let ourselves in.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

Look, what the hell goes on?

Small change of plan.

Good old-fashioned military principle.

Keep taking the opposition by surprise.

You people aren't from Teddy Gallagher. Who are you?

Think of us as your sins,

Old son,

come to find you out.

Most kind.

Hello, hello. Hello.

It's you again. Well, do join us.

- I see. - Do you?

No boat coming through. No shipment, no first-half payment.

The whole thing just a con.

You can't believe a word I say, can you?

- Explosives, right? - Very good, Sarge.

Well, you've got what you wanted. Is it necessary to kill us?

I certainly hope not.

Let me tell you a story, Sergeant. About Teddy Gallagher.

He really was a terrorist, you know? He used to blow people up.

Ended by blowing himself up.

Old business pal of your dad's here. Went to his funeral, didn't you, Carter?

It was the least he could do to pay his last respects.

Considering how promptly the Beirut gang let you go.

Once Teddy'd had a word with them.

Pointed out that the young girl they were holding

was the darling daughter of one of their own.

- That's a lie. - Well, you didn't actually

plant the bombs. No. You just arranged the money that paid for them.

For profit. It was strictly business with your dad.

Is that true?

What does it matter? They're gonna kill us anyway.

It matters to me.

All set, are we? Right. Now listen.

Both the door and the windows are booby-trapped.

Nothing too big. Just enough to disable. It's really very simple.

The clever thing would be to sit tight until help arrives.

I think that's about all really. Yes.

Sergeant, for you. Makes fascinating reading.

For the security forces, I would have thought.

I'll...

- Leave it on the hall table. - You bastard.

Yes.

I know.

Don't you have some sort of radio thing on you?

- Yeah. In the car. - What does it matter?

We just stay here as they said. Wait for help.

If those two had really wanted us to die, they'd have done it already.

If nothing else, it would have been tidier, wouldn't it?

- Well? - Well, why didn't they?

See, killing is not their style. They are con men, not killers.

- You don't know that. - No, I don't know that.

- Let's find out, shall we? - Why take the risk?

Because even if you don't want your money back,

I want to see those two again, okay?

Ears covered, mouth open, okay?

Bergerac to base. Over. Bergerac to base. Over.

Joanna, I'll take that.

Please, this needn't concern you.

He's right. Just stay out of it. Do as he says.

I don't have to justify myself to you, Bergerac.

Joanna,

I'm no terrorist. I never killed anybody in my life.

All I was doing was moving money around. That was our living, just...

Moving money around.

Is what I was doing any different from what governments do all the time?

In the name of political expediency?

- Well, we'll get them. Don't you worry. - Yeah. Of course we will.

Clever couple of villains, weren't they?

Well, what's your theory, then?

Ex-SAS, Ex-SPS, Ex-Paras, or what?

- There is another possibility. - Well, what?

That that is what we're supposed to think.