All language subtitles for Bergerac s08e09 The Messenger Boy

It's all getting too much.

Get your things together
and move in here. I wouldn't mind.

But I would.

Jake, it's just silly pride.

Okay, it's pride.

Don't go. Please?

- I'll see you after he's gone back.
- But why?

Because if he's the sort of father
I think he is,

who cares about his
daughter's future...

He is.
Jake, he's got hundreds of contacts.

He could easily put
something your way.

But that's not...

And his bark's 50 times
worse than his bite.

He's still going to put me
thorough the mincer.

"Please fill in this questionnaire,

"you are required to answer
all the questions,

"complete with your signature
on the bottom line."

I would in his position.

But in my position, what can I say?

- Nothing.
- Except that you love me.

- Yes.
- And we're going to be married.

When I can talk to your father

without having to make
any damn fool excuses, yes.

He's here.

Keys. Keys.

- Have fun.
- Okay.

They were here.

- I'll see you later.
- What?

I'll call you.

Dad! Watch out for the keys.

- Keeping you up, are we?
- No, this.

- What?
- All this cost-cutting panic,

I thought it was dead and buried
months ago.

So...

- You all right, mate?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

- Good.
- Just don't know what I'm doing

sitting up at all hours, just to save
Barney the cost of a few paper clips.

When I could be, well...

When you could be in France.
With Danielle.

Come on, leave that.
I'll buy you a coffee.

Now, that's more like it.

Take no notice of me.

Spend too long coppering
you get like this.

I'll try to remember.

There's only three things in life
you need to worry about, Jim.

- Yes?
- Yeah.

- Only three?
- Love, money and work.

And if you can get any two
out of three right

at any one time,
then you're not doing badly.

I feel lucky if I get one right.

Well, you see, I thought it was some
other chap you'd taken a shine to.

I expect I got hold of
the wrong end of the stick.

- Dad, that was ages ago.
- Was it?

But this other fellow...

- Jake.
- Right. That's him, Jake.

- Debbie, what are you up to now?
- It's a doggy bag.

- For Sophie.
- Well, can't you afford to feed her?

Its bad enough taking on somebody
else's blasted animal.

Don't be so mean.
It's only for a few days,

while Katrina has her baby.

- Sophie loves titbits.
- Does she? You'll ruin her.

Anyway, if you two want to get
spliced, you don't need my permission.

But we would like your blessing.

Then why isn't the
lad here to meet me?

- Because...
- What?

Because he's between jobs.
Only temporarily.

He feels embarrassed.

I see, like that, is it?

He had a lovely flat.
And a red Porsche.

Before he got the sack?

Never mind, if he's bright enough...

He's as bright as
anyone I've ever met.

Well, he'll soon get on
his own two feet again.

And, well, if there's anything
I can do to help?

- Dad, you're an old darling, aren't you?
- I suppose I am.

And you'll like Jake. You really will.

- There you go.
- Cheers.

- So, what's got into you?
- Nothing.

Just doing a bit of stock-taking,
you know.

- Right.
- Well, you can't be in the job 10 years

without looking back over your
shoulder sometimes, can you?

And sometimes doing
a bit of looking forward?

Not that I'm complaining
about the last 10 years.

- But I'll tell you one thing.
- What's that?

The next 10 will be a bit different,
that's for sure.

I don't know if I want my next 10
to be all that different.

- How different?
- Well, for a start,

I could tell Crozier where
to stuff the job, couldn't I?

Can't tell you how much I missed
all this. We must do it again.

- Well, yes.
- Don't worry, love,

next time I'll book
a room at the club.

It's the best night out
I've had for ages.

All right, Charlie. All right.

All right? I feel as though someone's
knocked me blooming head off.

It's bound to hurt, isn't it?

Yeah, but, you will do it, Jim,
though, won't you?

No, I didn't say that.
I said I'd think about it.

But why on earth can't you?

Because it is against all my
professional training and instincts.

And because it'll land me
in a whole heap of trouble.

- You sure you're all right?
- Yes, yes, I'm all right.

It would be a different matter
if it was you.

If it was me, Charlie,
I'd go to the police.

Hello, Charlie. Don't look round.

Right, er, sorry.

Kidnappers are very nervous people.

What's happening, Jim?

What's happening, Charlie,
is that I'm absent without leave,

acting without authority or
jurisdiction on someone else's manor.

"Half a million buys her back alive.
Bring the coppers in and she's dead."

I can't call the police in, Jim.

Charlie, I am the police.

Yes, yes, I know, I'm sorry.
I'm going out of my mind.

- Anybody follow you?
- I don't know. I don't think so.

I, er, I found her diary in the flat.

And her address book.

- Well, that's a start, isn't it?
- So, what next?

Next, Charlie, you're going to have to
put your hand in your pocket.

I can't conduct an unauthorised
investigation from a park.

Can't use Debbie's flat.

So I'm going to need
an office and a phone, okay?

Aye, right.

Who let you in?

- So, you lend money as well.
- As well as what?

Sticking your nose in
where it's not wanted.

- Well, now, Mr...
- Burnside.

Mr Burnside, I think you've come
to the wrong office.

- No.
- All right.

You tell me where
I'm poking my nose in

and I'll tell you
if it's wanted or not.

Money, is it, Mr Burnside?

I don't let very much upset me
in the ordinary way, but you...

You're going to make
me lose my temper.

- Lot of money?
- Who are you working for?

Isn't it obvious? Myself.

Things were going along nicely
before you lot turned up.

Go back where you came from.

I shan't warn you again.

Willy, its Inspector Crozier.
He says he wants...

Trying to get yourself
shot in the first week?

- Superintendent.
- Okay.

Superintendent Crozier wants to talk
to Sergeant Bergerac right away.

Do you know what it's about?

- An Inspector Kinsey from the mainland.
- God.

He says he's still missing
one of the files

from the time he was using the bureau

and he thinks
Sergeant Bergerac's got it.

And Barney believed him.

- Don't worry, Emma. I'll sort it out.
- Okay.

Cleared out eight, nine weeks ago.

- Ask me, he couldn't stand the pace.
- I see. Well, thank you.

What could you expect?
Hard work going around like zombies.

You don't happen to know
where he moved to, do you?

I just work here, sir.

Yeah, I know. Well, thank you.

There's nothing.

No letters, no phone calls,
nothing on the answering machine.

- I'm worried to death.
- Well, they're making us sweat.

Par for course, innit?

Couldn't you put that thing
in kennels or something?

Jim, how can you be so heartless?

I'm sorry.

Jake, what are you doing here?

What is all this?

Darling, what have they done to you?

Listen, we've got to do something.

It's no good.

They've got to bring us some food.
We'll find a way out somehow.

Someone's got it
in for us. Both of us.

Hates us enough to do this. Who?

No one I can think of. No one.

What about that fella you were seeing?

I don't know. What's his name?

No, he couldn't.

- This man Jake...
- Well, I've never met him.

I was supposed to but I never did,
so I don't know what he looks like.

Look, I got all her things together.

I hated doing it but cheque books,
letters, bills, everything.

- What about Burnside?
- Where's that?

That's a man.

- Well, I've never heard of him.
- Well, he's heard of me, us.

And I don't think he likes
what we're doing.

Burnside?

He's the best lead I've got so far.
Unless you've got something better.

No, no, nothing.

Look, Jim, well, I know
the office is a bit basic.

It suits me.

If there's anything else you want,
you've only got to shout.

- Okay.
- And if you're short of cash...

Thank you, Charlie.

Now, look, you go back to the flat,

keep your eyes open for anyone
hanging about and, well,

feed the dog and try and
get some kip? You look a bit...

I should damn well think I do after
all I've been through. Wouldn't you?

Yes, I would. I do.
She was my wife, remember?

Hello?

Yes, Mr Patel. Okay, thanks.

How did you get here?

- Through the door.
- Willy...

Charlie Hungerford.
Made him promise not to say anything.

All right, let's start again.
What are you doing here?

This beef vindaloo
is a bit hot for my taste.

I think it's a camouflage job.

- Could be horse.
- Willy.

- I'm here to help.
- Look, the...

- Menu, sir?
- No, no.

Could I have
another one of these, please, mate?

- Jim... Very hot curry, mate. Thanks.
- Thank you.

Look, the only help I need right now

is for you and Ben to give me
some cover

back at the bureau, okay?

Well?

Charlie and Deb come back to her flat.

They find two villains waiting.

There's no sign of a break-in
and that flat is quite high up.

There's no access through a window
and the only door hasn't been forced.

So what does that tell you?

- Someone let them in?
- Or?

- Someone gave 'em the key.
- Someone.

That's what it tells me.

- Who?
- I have no idea.

I've got a couple of names,
might mean something or nothing.

- There's a nutter called Burnside.
- And the other?

Here's the guy Debbie wants to marry.
There he is.

- Jake G.
- Who wasn't where he should have been.

- They want you to copy this.
- Me?

Yes.

They say if your father
sees your handwriting,

he's more likely to pay up.

That's the theory.

I won't do it!

- Baby...
- Why should I?

Why should we do what they want?
Make my father a pauper?

- Because...
- We could just say, "No, we won't."

Because there are two of us.

If it comes to it,

they only need one of us
to bargain with. That's you.

Yes, sir. You a member, sir?

- No.
- It's a members only club, sir.

- I have a message.
- Who for?

Well... Are you the manager?

The one thing that riles me
is a time-waster.

The message?

Well, it's not so much who for
as who from.

Dear, dear, dear.

Not just a time-waster,
a joker as well.

- I don't like jokers.
- Everything all right, Brian?

Gentleman says
he's got a message, Miss Velma.

But he's being a bit coy about it.

- Message?
- Yes, it's from Jake.

For me?

Miss Velma wants to know
if it's for her.

Well, the thing is, Brian,
it's private.

Hello, darling, any chance
of a pint of beer?

Brian?

You'd better come with me.

- It's a private club, sir.
- I'm not fussy. I'll drink anything.

Jake?

- Yes.
- What is it this time?

I don't know anything about it.
I'm just the messenger boy.

Well, what message?

Well, it's for his girlfriend.

Surprise, surprise. Why come to me?

Well, apparently it is, you know,
quite important.

I don't know where she lives.
Do you, know her address?

And I sometimes wish I didn't.

- Here. But...
- What?

Don't blame me if you get
more than you bargained for.

Thank you.

Ask me, the house doesn't exist.

Miss Velma probably wrote down the
first thing that came into her head.

Well, it doesn't exist here.

- You got somewhere to stay tonight?
- Yeah. My Aunt Marge. Woolwich.

So, you reckon this is
worth checking out, do you?

At this moment,
anything is worth checking out.

Well, the club smells bad,
but then again, don't they all?

But why should
what's going on down there

got anything to do with Debbie?

- Yeah?
- Jim, your Burnside face.

Now, it's a pretty wide field.

Yes, isn't it?

But I've got two
Harry Burnsides with form.

A Barry and a Larry.
Now, which one do you fancy?

We're still looking
for the first name.

Right, well, I'll get you some photos.

It's Barry, it's definitely Barry.

Hang on, Jim.
Your cost-cutting proposals.

Couldn't you think up
some daft ideas for me?

Great. But Barney wants it
on his desk tomorrow morning.

- Thank you, sweetheart.
- What?

Anyway, they're going to
need your signature.

- It's a bit late for you, isn't it?
- A bit.

I don't mind.

Well, you're a good
forger, aren't you?

And I thought you might need that.

Forge it.

All right, Jim, I'll
see what I can do.

Emma says, "Tell Willy to watch it."

- Emma?
- Yeah.

She says you can't trust
those London women.

Good, thanks.

- Emma?
- Yeah, she says you're to watch it.

- Emma?
- Here in London, big city women.

- She there with him now?
- Yep.

This time of night?

I don't believe it.

I'm supposed to be the one that
pulls the birds. Why, Ben...

- I can't understand it.
- Woolwich.

- About time you started, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Least I'll get a cup of tea
in the morning.

Sit tight. Don't call out the cavalry
unless you have to, okay?

How will I know?

Instinct.
It's what good DCs are made of.

Yes?

I'm sorry to trouble you.
Do you mind if I have a word?

Yes, I do mind.
If you're selling something or begging

or hoping to convert me
to your particular brand of religion,

then I'm not interested
in any of those things

and I have a great deal of work to do.
Good morning.

Who is it, Lancey?

- Morning.
- Good morning. I...

- Yes?
- Shall I take that, my dear?

- I thought you were taking your bath?
- I thought you were working.

- Maybe your friend would like...
- He's not my...

- Look here, what do you want?
- I've come from Velma.

I'll be in my study.

So. What would you like?

You'd think with all his money,

I could have anything I want,
wouldn't you?

- Well, that depends.
- You're right.

Lancey's so mean,
I have to go round in rags.

You wouldn't be mean to your girl,
would you?

It's all right. Once he goes up there,
he forgets all about the time.

- Yeah, but I can't.
- Where are you going?

- Not back to Velma?
- No.

- She's not your girl?
- No.

That's good.

- Don't you like her?
- You'd be wasted on Velma.

She's a worrier.

Always finding fault.
Always worrying about the rotten club.

And worrying about what I get up to.

Vel carries on like the Mother
Superior. She's jealous, of course.

Well, she doesn't look
the jealous type to me.

You fancy her, don't you?
Well, she's jealous as hell.

Ever since we were kids, she's always
had to have the pick of everything.

Not any more. Not
now I've got all this.

And you, sweetie.

- And Jake?
- And Jake?

- Who are you, anyway?
- Me? I'm just the messenger boy.

From Jakey?

Well, come on, then. I haven't
seen him for three whole days.

Sweetie, I know you understand.

I'll go crazy if I don't see him soon.

- Well, he said he wanted to see you.
- Yeah?

- Yeah, but not yet.
- Not?

- He said you'd understand.
- Do you?

- Well?
- I'm not sure.

Looked pretty sure from
where I was standing.

DC's instinct.
I was getting worried about you.

Till I saw you had the situation
well in hand.

No, she's a very attractive bird,
actually, but...

- Where's it all getting us?
- Probably nowhere.

She's all yours, if
you can handle her.

Her name's Cassandra.
She's very twitchy about Jakey boy.

She doesn't know yet she's been
sharing him with Debbie.

Don't let her out of your sight, okay?

- Hey! Just a minute!
- Where are they?

- You can't come in here.
- What are you doing here?

Me? What are you doing?

She can tell me to go to hell
if that's what she wants.

But she's got to do it to my face!

I was supposed to meet her here.
Settle things.

And we would have done.
If you lot hadn't turned up.

Have you any idea of
the damage you've done?

I've been waiting for her.

Day and night. Just waiting.

Just tell me where she is,
and I'll be on my way.

- Now, you keep away from me.
- Listen!

I don't know what you're talking
about. I'm not a violent man.

- Nor am I.
- But if I have to use this, I shall.

Can't you understand?

Until that creep came barging in,
took her over lock, stock and barrel,

didn't give her a moment to think,
things were all right between us.

- Between who, for crying out loud?
- Debbie and me!

Who the hell are you, anyway?

- Me?
- You're in her flat.

I'm her father. And I don't know
where she is or who she's with

- or who the dickens you are!
- Harry Burnside.

I don't mean your daughter any harm.
Any harm at all. Quite the reverse.

When I catch up with that creep,
I'll kill him!

Velma sent someone to see you.

Who was he? Cassie?

- I don't know. Just a fella.
- A fella?

- What's his name?
- I don't know.

- What did you tell him?
- Nothing.

I don't know. Nothing.

- Pack a bag. You're coming with me.
- Not without Jake.

- I'm not going anywhere without Jake.
- You don't understand anything, do you?

What was he after?

What did you tell him?

- He...
- Yeah?

He said he was just a messenger boy.

You stupid bitch.

I won't put up with any more of this.

- Tell him to get lost.
- Lance!

My house full of your loutish friends.
I've had enough of it, do you hear?

- Tell him, Cassie.
- Lance, don't!

I give you fair warning.

- Me?
- I'm going to call the police.

- Very well.
- No, Lance, no!

Go to your room, Cassandra.

Don't touch him!

- Can I help you?
- Yes, I'm looking for Mr Burnside?

Yes?

- Yeah, I want to learn the cello.
- Really?

Yeah I realise I left it
a bit late but...

Harry Burnside?

Yes, that's right.
Big man, in his forties, blue eyes.

I have come to the right place,
haven't I?

You've come to the right place,
you've got the wrong man.

Mr Burnside teaches violin and viola.
When he's here.

Haven't seen him for a few days.

When he does turn up, I shall be
having a few words with him.

Have you got your own instrument?

- A cello, Mr...
- Bergerac. No. No, I haven't. Not yet.

A halfway decent cello
doesn't come cheap, you know.

But these days, people have whatever
they want as soon as they want it.

I'm still trying to work out how you
expect Mr Burnside teach you the cello.

- That was a mistake.
- Obviously.

- Is he in trouble?
- No, no, I just wanted

a good music teacher and Mr Burnside's
name was mentioned,

and his landlady pointed me
in this direction.

Look, if he... When he comes back,

would you ask him if he could
get in touch with me, please?

- Certainly.
- Thank you.

It would have been too late,
Mr Bergerac.

Far too late.

- All right, Charlie?
- Where have you been?

Out.

Well, do you mind telling me
what's going on?

The only thing I mind round here
is the smell of curry.

Do you recognise the handwriting?

Well, now at least we know
where and when, don't we?

- That's the money?
- Yeah.

- Burnside?
- Aye.

- Harry Burnside?
- Yes, he came charging in like a madman

but the thing is, Jim, he's not really
that sort of chap at all.

- Charlie.
- Do you know what I think?

This is not the bureau,
it is a small office.

- I know that.
- With limited resources.

Do you realise I've been chasing up
every Burnside in the book?

Why didn't you let me know?

Well, how could I?
You were never here, for God's sake.

- Yes?
- Jim!

Look, I'm sorry.
I can't do any more for you.

What?

It's Barney. He's gone through the roof.
He wants you back here now, or else.

Or else what?

Or else he's gonna
throw the book at you.

Jim, he means it.

Yes, and I mean to finish
what I came here for.

Yeah, but it's not just you, is it?

There's Willy.

Look. Tell him Willy's acting
under my orders.

- All right. If you say so, Jim.
- I do say so.

- This is all my fault, Jim.
- No, no, it's not.

I've been thinking.
I'm gonna do what they want.

- What?
- It's all there. Every penny.

If that's the only way
to get Debbie back.

Velma! Velma!

- What have you done to her?
- Get her out of sight.

- Why?
- And keep her there, right?

- I can't.
- Just do it, Velma!

Cassie, what's the matter?

Its hard work, waiting.

I know it's not the same now.

- What isn't?
- Well, for you. Debbie.

I mean, your mind's on Danielle.

France. I understand that. Now
you're no longer married to Debbie.

Charlie, it doesn't mean I've forgotten
or that I would want to forget

- what she meant to me.
- No, I know that.

But fair warning, Jimmy. If it comes
to it, if I have to, I shall pay up.

- But I shan't blame you if...
- If what?

Well, if things don't work out.
I know you've done your best.

Trouble is we're still in the dark.
It could be anyone.

But not Burnside. I'm sure of that.

It all comes back to Debbie.
Was her flat key stolen or lost or...

did she give it to someone?

Yeah?

Stay where you are.

Sit here and I'll
make you a cup of tea.

No, don't leave me, Vel.

Jake. I love him.

And he loves me, but...

- What is it, Cass?
- Lance.

He won't... He wouldn't give me
any money, so Jake...

- Wouldn't?
- Jake said he'd get the money.

- Cass, what money?
- I don't know,

but he said as soon as he gets it,
he's gonna take me away.

But what about Lance?

Cassie?

Well, you asked me to come here.
I'm here.

Yes, well, now you're in my way.

Second time I've had trouble with him.
Always trust your instincts.

- Where's Debbie?
- I'm trying to find her.

- Before it's too late.
- You're still in my way. Now, move!

Only if I come with you.

Okay.

You stupid bitch!

No!

Now what, pig?

Now you're gonna see Jake.

So where is your sister?

I'm looking after her.
You can't see her.

Who are you? She's not well.

Detective Sergeant Bergerac.
Jersey Police.

Do you know what you've let yourself
in for? Do you?

No, I don't think you do.
Well, aren't you a lucky girl?

Now, listen, I am pushed for time.
Where is she?

Cassandra? Cassandra?

- Hello, Cassandra.
- What do they want?

Cassie, this is Sergeant Bergerac.

- It wasn't Jakey, it wasn't.
- Wasn't it?

He couldn't.
He wouldn't do a thing like that.

- It was Brian. I saw him do it.
- Did you? When?

- Brian killed Lance, her husband.
- Get on the phone, Willy.

Now, the question is, Cassandra,
why would Brian do a thing like that?

What do you want?

It's not what I want, Cassandra,
it's what you want. Now, think.

What do you want more
than anything else in the world?

Jakey.

Jake. What?

- Okay?
- Okay.

What's happening, Jake?
I don't understand.

What's happening is your father's
going to pay me a lot of money.

You bastard! You bastard!

Mr Hungerford?

Mr Hungerford couldn't get here.
He wasn't up to it.

I'm just the messenger boy.

- I want to see the money.
- Its all here. Pounds sterling,

Swiss francs, French
francs, US dollars,

- Japanese yen, Italian lira...
- All right.

I want to see Mr
Hungerford's daughter.

I can't take much more of this.

Yes, I need a jimmy.

- And have one for me as well.
- And me.

A straight swap, messenger boy.

- I've got a better offer.
- I'm not interested.

Mr Hungerford's daughter
for Mr Drayton's widow.

- But no money.
- Jakey, darling!

Now what?

Hey, Willy!

Make your mind up. The money
or the girl, you can't have both.

Jake?

- The money.
- I've got it here, Brian.

Get it.

- Get it.
- No.

Cassandra.

Jake!

- Debbie, I...
- Yes?

Well, I'm sorry about, you know...

It's my own fault.
I was besotted with him.

Couldn't think straight.

- Well...
- But...

It's not myself I feel sorry for.

Jim said he had to
get straight back to Jersey.

Aye, that's right.

I'm not sure I understand
why we're here.

We neither of us
particularly like curry.

Sophie certainly doesn't.

- No?
- No.

Anything the matter?

No, no, nothing.
Just excuse me a minute, will you?

Is this place taken?

- No.
- May I?

If you really want to.

I thought you'd never want to
see me again.

See you?

What do you think I've been
trying to do for the past 10 days?

Look, I did what I thought
was best at the time.

- I still think it was right for Debbie.
- Ignoring the...

If you don't like it, you've got
a clear choice, haven't you?

- Jim?
- In fact, I'll save you the trouble.

Jim? Listen to me.

I'll tell you what
you can do with your job.

You can stuff it.