Bergerac (1981–1991): Season 7, Episode 5 - Weekend Off - full transcript

Jim's weekend plans are spoilt when he is asked to look after a valuable hostage negotiator Anton Charet, though he is soon aware that his charge is a police decoy as the real Charet has been kidnapped in London. Jim travels to En...

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On est arrivé maintenant.

Allez, vite, vite! Depchez-vous!

Tenez.

- C'est bien passé?
- Pas mal.

Et alors... Le weekend.

(Radio ) Just coming up to 7.45. 15 minutes to
eight on a warm Friday morning in Jersey.

Nothing but blue sky
outside the studio window, I promise you,

and more ine weather or the weekend,
according to the weather centre.

Fine and warm everywhere. How about that?

So you'll ind me soaking up the sun
with my local radio station or company.

Couldn't miss our weekend date
with Radio Jersey, could we?



Music, eatures, talk-ins, something
or everyone right through till Monday,

but enough o that, and o me too.

- Let's have some more music.
- # All babies together... #

- Morning, Ben. Nice one too, innit?
- Yeah, for some.

What's your problem?

Seven hours of lectures at HQ and then
me and Willie are on duty all weekend.

Hard luck. It's going to be fine too.

- I've got the er...
- Weekend off, yeah. Yeah, I know.

If I didn't, I could tell by the grin.
Have a nice day.

(Bergerac) Morning, Willie.

- You look terrible. What have you been doing?
- Working, waiting for the dawn to come.

There is a love letter on your desk.

Charmed. Who from?

Susan.



She rang five minutes ago to remind you
she's back from London this weekend.

She was wondering where you were
this morning when she phoned the cottage.

- I was out running.
- Oh.

No chance of you going running, is there?
You look terrible. What's the matter?

- Are you ill?.
- No, guv, just up all night.

- DS Thompson called in sick though.
- Sick?

Yeah. Broke his ankle
while he was out running.

I'd like a word, Jim.
Give me a minute, and don't rush off, Pettit.

No, guv.

Who's this DS Thompson?

Secret Squirrel from the Met.

Special Branch.
Been here three or four times.

- How do you know him?
- I don't. I know of him.

Comes here once a month
and gets Telexes, in code.

Yeah, all right.
Come in.

FAine. Yeah, will do. OK.

- Sit down, Jim.
- Ta.

- About this fellow Thompson...
- Special Branch?

Yes. I don't suppose
you knew what he was doing here?

- No. You going to tell me?
- Yes.

He spends one week a month baby-sitting
a FArench businessman cum politician,

a bloke called Anton Charet.

Anton Charet? Now, him I do know.

Met him at Charlie's house
when I was with Debs.

Good. You'll recognise him.

- It was years ago.
- I don't suppose he's changed.

I want you to draw a gun.

Sorry?

Draw a gun and take Pettit as the driver.

- He's just finished nights.
- Look, Jim, I've got no-one else.

What do you expect me to do? Phone back
and say the Bureau can't handle it?

Charet's on the St Malo hydrofoil now.

Escort him to Sinclair House and hand him over
to our people providing protection there.

- Who is he meeting?
- Strictly speaking, none of your business.

Off the record, the FArench are using him

as an unofficial emissary
to a Lebanese kidnap group.

Hence the security.

He comes
with a FArench copper called Letellier.

Met him before too.

Good. You'd better take some glasses.

- What for?
- To celebrate. It should be quite a reunion.

Wake up, Willie. This is a great honour.

- What?
- Standing in for Special Branch.

- Georges.
- Hello.

Content de vous voir.
FAollow our man, would you?

Georges...

that is Anton Charet,
the electronics engineer?

Yes, the same.

Stop the car, Willie.

Qu'est-ce qui se passe?
Pourquoi on s'arrte?

What's going on? Why do we stop?
Why are we stopping?

- Why doesn't he ask?
- He doesn't speak English very well.

Excuse me, mate.

Doesn't look much like Anton Charet either.

What's the game, Georges?

(Georges ) I'm truly sorry, Jim,
but your Special Branch wanted it kept secret.

- So this Lebanese group here are what?
- English policemen.

And le faux Charet is a FArench policeman.

The real Charet has had four meetings

with the representatives
of the Sacred Homeland Movement.

- On behalf of your government?
- As a private citizen.

- We felt...
- We? Who's we?

Charet felt we ought to vary the routine,
so we arranged...

This pantomime.

Where's the real meeting taking place?

At least the States of Jersey police
know where they stand.

What do you think we are?
A load of country bumpkins?

Thank you very much, Georges.

It's security, Jim.

Jim...

Charet's on a ferry to Portsmouth.

(TV) Having such a good laugh together
has made them riends again.

Sometimes, when Daisy sits down to knit,
Rose plays her her avourite tune.

( # Daisy Daisy on piano )

They're on their way. Go outside.
Move along the corridor.

(TV) And when they see each other
in the wrong clothes,

they can't help laughing.

(Bicycle bell)

- Now the day at Pigeon Street has...
- Delta Two.

Delta Two.

- Delta Two.
- Just docking.

Should be with us in a few minutes.

Roger-rog.

(Phone )

- Well, how about it?
- Maybe tomorrow.

(TV) Rose and Daisy
are next-door neighbours.

The wall between them is so thin that each
can hear every sound the other one makes.

- (Kettle whistling)
- What's that?

Delta Two,
should be with us in a few minutes.

Voilà des années que j'ai supporté tes projets,

mais enfin cette fois,
pourquoi dans ce sacré trou?

If we are going to have a row, Janine,
let's do it in English.

- Yes, a better language for telling lies.
- It's not a lie.

I know, simply a matter
of business confidence.

FAor that, you need a wife, not a lover.

- Yes?
- Janine...

(Janine screams ) Allez! Au secours!

Allez! Non! (Screams )

(Shouts in Arabic)

(Speaking Arabic)

Rushden, outside!
They're being kidnapped!

Bloody hell!

(Phone rings )

Oh, Detective Inspector Walter
of Special Branch wants to speak to you.

- Who?
- FArom the mainland.

- Well, get him on the line.
- Jim was chasing you earlier too.

- Hasn't he heard of the phone?
- Confidential, he said.

- Detective Inspector Walter?
- Yes.

Ah, well, I have
Chief Inspector Crozier for you.

- Crozier.
- Chie Inspector Crozier?

- Yes.
- Anton Charet's been kidnapped.

- What?!
- Him and his wie abductedI

- I don't understand.
- They were taken outside their hotel.

What are you trying to tell me?

- Well, where?
- Outside their hotel in Portsmouth.

I'm coming over.

Yeah, I think you better had.

Right, Inspector. Yeah.

- Where's Pettit, Peggy?
- Off duty, sir.

- Jim?
- He's on a split shift.

Get them to meet me at Sinclair House.

- Ben...
- Guv?

Got a job for you at the airport.

(Man ) OK, we'll try round the bay first.

- OK, thanks. You might be needed again later.
- OK. Thank you.

- Oh, Barney!
- What?

Hang on.

If there is a cock-up, it isn't us.

Somebody is trying to pass the buck.

- They come over here playing their charades...
- Oh, yes, all right. Not now.

The Met have got the ransom demand,
£3 million in Swiss FArancs,

to be paid into a Liechtenstein bank account.

- The FArench going to pay it?
- Yes.

The word is in any case,
he carries kidnap insurance.

Well, there is no leak this end.

Nobody even knew about the switch.

- What about our FArench friends?
- Only a couple of senior officers.

- Letellier's gone home to check.
- (Door opens )

Sir, DI Walter, DC Rushden,
Special Branch from Portsmouth.

- FArom London actually.
- We'll get some coffee. Any news on Charet?

Let's just get on with it, shall we?
Where's this Bergerac character?

- This is Detective Sergeant Bergerac, my...
- I want a word with you, son.

Sit down.

Well, what headway have you made?

These people knew Charet had been swapped.
They were waiting.

We were done up like a kipper!

We want to know how come.

I'm here for the postmortem.

No one here knew anything
apart from your Detective Sergeant Thompson.

Thompson's solid.

- Sergeant Bergerac is just saying...
- I hear him.

Not really the point, is it?

- What are you hinting at?
- He's not hinting, Sergeant.

I spoke to Inspector Letellier on the phone.

He told me about a conversation you'd had
regarding Charet's real destination.

- So what?
- He also told me Charet was known to you.

- You're the weak link, chum.
- You accusing me?

There were at least eight hours between
your conversation with Letellier and the kidnap.

- Look, Inspector, I've had enough of this.
- I'll say when you've had enough.

I hope I won't have to point out I outrank you.

Where did you meet Charet, Bergerac?

This is hardly going to help you find him, is it?

Answer Inspector Walter's question, Jim.

Well, I met him once. He was a house guest
at my ex-father-in-law's.

Charet was a contractor to the FArench Military.

Charlie, that's the father-in-law,
gave a formal dinner party.

I attended with my wife, now my ex-wife.

It was many years ago.
I only met Charet the once.

Unless you count this morning.

I want this Charlie's full name and address.

His name's Charles Hungerford.

He's a member
of the Law And Order Committee.

You can look him up in the Jersey Almanac.

Why did you divorce the daughter?

I don't think I'll answer that question. Sir.

Excuse me.

Jim! It's a fishing trip. Walter's desperate.

This will be a full-blown international incident
and Walter's the one who screwed things up.

Then why don't you tell him to push off?

That wouldn't be good diplomacy,
would it?

Just go home and calm down.
I'll see you in the morning.

Right, son, you've got
some more driving to do.

I've told you, I hardly knew the fellow!

(Walter) Your ex-son-in-law
knew him well enough.

Do you often invite
complete strangers to dinner?

I wine and dine a number of business contacts.
That's the way business is done.

Not been very helpful,
have you, Mr Hungerford?

- I've told you all I know.
- We'll be checking this statement, you realise.

That's your job. Now, if you have quite finished,
it is getting rather late.

Your friend Mr Charet
is in serious trouble, you know.

So I gather, but he's not my friend.

- He does have friends on the island though?
- If he does, I don't know them.

- Now, have you done?
- FAor the moment.

Don't talk to anybody about this, right?

And he means anybody.

- Oh, good of you to come, Jim.
- Had a visit?

Yes. A couple of right comedians, frankly,
and nasty with it.

What's old Charet been up to, then?

- Didn't they tell you?
- No. Some sort of financial deal, I imagine.

He's come up against the fraud laws before.

- Coffee?
- Yeah.

Only, Walter and that whatshisname wanted
to know who his contacts in Jersey were.

I told them I hadn't seen him for years.

What I want to know, Jim,
is why did they approach you?

- I didn't know you'd even met the fellow.
- It was at your house, remember?

I came round with Debs. You were celebrating
some electronics contract.

Oh, aye. That's right.

The point is, Jim, what has Charet been doing?

Because if my name's involved...

And, you see, I don't want our Deborah
getting a visit from those two.

Why should she?

She did only see Charet
that one night with me, yeah?

I'm her father, Jim, not her keeper.

- What does that mean?
- I, er...think they used to see each other.

- When?
- After you two had split up.

Only...Deborah thought
he was going to leave his wife for her.

Does he er...still see her?

I can't say.

But is she going to get
a visit from those two or not?

I don't know.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to see her.

It's too much to expect
you'll be tactful, I suppose.

Aye, course it is. Silly me.

- Here you go, mate.
- Where's Barney?

Getting an earwigging from the chief
about this kidnap.

Maybe they'll dock the ransom
from his wages.

I ain't got time to wait. Peggy,
could you tell him I've gone off the island?

He did say he wanted to see you
before you went off duty.

No doubt.
Oh, could you also ring Susan?

Tell her I'll meet her
outside the office at five o'clock.

- OK?
- He won't like it.

Nor will she.

(Car horns )

Tsk-tsk-tsk. The terrible things that happen
in London, and you a country boy an' all.

- You're early.
- I saw you waiting.

- How are you?
- I'm OK.

- What's up?
- Oh, nothing to be concerned about.

I've got some urgent business in town.

- Where's your car?
- Back at my hotel. Our hotel.

I'm sorry to change the plans,
but it won't spoil the weekend.

- We can see the sights tomorrow morning.
- We'll make the best of it.

Now, what is this business
that is so urgent?

I've got to see Deborah as soon as possible.

Taxi!

I told you I wanted to see him first.
The chief wanted to see him.

Well, I did give him your message, sir.
There's no reply from Susan Young's office.

- You've no idea why he was in such a hurry?
- No, I haven't.

Get the chief on the line.
No, get me Walter first.

Won't be long.

Well, now, a deputation.

I take it you want to come in?

- Ta. Kim here?
- No. She's staying with friends.

- Oh, this is um...
- Yes, I know.

Well, what a surprise!

Take a seat.

- Has Charlie spoken to you?
- I've just come back from holiday.

Have you got some news to share?

Well, I didn't just happen to be here.

What do you want?

Charet. Anton Charet.
Do you remember him?

- Yes.
- Have you seen him recently?

What's it got to do with you? More to the point,
what's it got to do with your friend?

- Have you?
- I hope this isn't just a jealousy trip.

Yes. I had dinner with him,
him and his wife, about a month ago. Why?

Do you know about his...Arab friends?

I know the FArench government are using him
as a go-between.

Is that common knowledge or...pillow talk?

Why bring your girlfriend all the way
from Jersey to watch us having a spat?

Jim doesn't have to prove anything to me.
You should listen.

Charet's been kidnapped,
here on the mainland.

He was over here with his wife.
They were posing as tourists.

He was on his way
to see his Lebanese friends.

I've come here to tell you
to expect a visit from the Special Branch.

You came here to find out for yourself
if I was involved with him.

The answer is yes, Jim. Once, Jim.

You want to know did you and he overlap?

I'm afraid the answer to that is yes also,

but not much.

- But kidnapped? Why? When?
- Who was he close to in England?

You mean other women friends?
He'd hardly tell me.

The only English associate
I know of is Sylvester Silver.

- Did he have Arab friends too?
- No.

He runs a dress wholesaling business.

Last I heard, he was just out of jail.
FAraud, I think.

- Strange associate.
- You don't know Anton.

- Got a pen?
- Yeah.

Is he going to be OK?

''See the sights,'' you said.

Get dressed, Trevor. Get dressed.

Well, what did you expect?

Special Branch have got a file on me
and one of my friends has been kidnapped.

It's not exactly a turn-on, is it?

And it's got nothing to do with my husband.
My ex-husband.

His daughter's all he's worried about.

Hold it, please!

Thank you.
I'm going to see Mr Silver. Thank you.

(Doorbell)

Mr Silver?

If you don't take your foot out,
I can't get the chain off.

Mr Silver?

I'm a police officer.

(Silver) I know.

Close the door.

- Drink?
- No. No thanks.

So, policeman, what are you?

I'm Detective Sergeant Bergerac
from the Bureau des Étrangers.

That's the Jersey States Police.

Nice place, Jersey.

- You've got no idea why I'm here?
- No.

Anton Charet.

That name ring any bells for you?

No. Who's he?

Oh, come on, Mr Silver.

He's a business associate of yours.

I do a lot of business
with a lot of people, Mr er...

Bergerac. Detective Sergeant.

You seen him recently?

- Who?
- Charet.

Oh, Charet.

Now, I do remember a Charet,
but I haven't seen him for years.

A lot of water's passed
under the bridge since then.

- I suppose you know about my problems.
- Vaguely.

Got into bad company?

- Sure I can't get you a drink?
- No. No thanks.

Now, about Charet...

Look, I'm sorry, my friend,
you've come a long way to draw a blank.

I haven't seen Mr Charet in years.

- What's he supposed to have done?
- Why should he have done anything?

You did say you were a policeman.

Anyway, what's it to me?
I hardly knew the bloke.

But you did say you remembered him.

Remember, knew, what's the difference?

Couldn't even put a face to the man.

Sorry you've had a wasted journey.

Goodbye.

- OK.
- Close the door behind you, will you?

No, no. Hang on.
There's something wrong with him.

I might have made him nervous
about something else.

- You might.
- I wonder...

- You wonder.
- I want to see what he does.

- Of course you want to see what he does.
- Where are you going?

I want. I. This person here, me, wants food.

I'll fetch us some.

(Silver) That's right, Bergerac, from Jersey.

No, no, just him.

Look, what's going on? I thought you said...

All right. All right, I'll come straight there.

I said straight there.

Bergerac. Small world, eh?

You've been leaving footprints
all over London.

And you've been to see my ex-wife, yeah?

She's there in my car. She suggested
you might be here doing your rogue bull act.

- Volunteered to come, did she?
- This chap's got form.

- I could do quite nicely if you didn't go in...
- I already have been.

That's him.

- Listen, Bergerac...
- Wait. Wait.

Debbie's in that white car back there. OK?
Get in and follow us.

Hang about! Who...

- Who's the girl with the hamburgers?
- Why? FAeeling hungry?

- Don't mind me.
- This was supposed to be a weekend break.

I hadn't planned
on spending FAriday evening like this either.

No. I noticed.

Come on, give it some gas.
You're not on Jersey now.

Oh, working as a team now, are we?

This is my patch. Don't you forget it.

- I found Silver.
- Quite smart for a carrot cruncher, aren't we?

(Radio ) M-P-M-P, Gol Alpha Three.

- M-P-M-P, Gol Alpha Three.
- Should we do something?

- M-P to G-A-3. Do you read?
- Like what?

Call it in? I don't know. You're the one
who spends all her time with a policeman.

RTA junction with Pall Mall and St James's.
Come in, please.

What will we say?

Something sensible. Improvise.

You improvise. You're better at it.

G-A-3, position, please? Over.

- Quick. I don't want him warning anyone.
- No. Wait till he leaves.

If the Charets are there,
they might want to move them.

Oi!

- I'll get some back-up.
- Police! Hold it right there!

I said hold it!

(Groans )

Oh, no, my friend. Just there will do.

Oh, come on, Silver. Don't be stupid.

He tried to shoot me.

No!

If anyone comes up here, I'll shoot Charet.

Him and his wife both. I mean it!

OK. OK.

- My leg...
- Hold on. I'll get you out of here.

- Give me the gun, son.
- I'm a police officer.

- States of Jersey Police.
- Of course you are.

Give me the gun, butt first,
then lie face-down on the ground.

(Gunfire )

Up there. They've got hostages,
a FArench couple.

(Walter) Bergerac!
What the bloody hell's going on?!

Well, nice to know
that Jim's whooping it up in London.

You know Barney thinks
he might have gone poaching?

- How do you mean?
- Chasing a lead on this kidnapping.

You what?

Special Branch's going
to have him for breakfast.

I wonder about him sometimes. I really do.

Oh, fair's fair. He is personally involved.

You never mix personal
and professional. Rule No.1.

Rule No.2 is
you don't mix it with the funny mob.

Come on, Maureen. Let's have some service.

If he knows what's good for him,
he'll be tucked up in bed.

Or watching the dawn come up
over some sleazy nightclub.

Nothing.

Cup of tea, ladies?

If one more policeman offers me
one more cup of tea, I'm going to hit him.

We don't have to wait, you know.

- Neither does Jim.
- Oh, yeah?

- Try telling Jim that.
- No thanks.

I gave up fighting the force
a long time ago.

So soon?

It took me all of nine years
and I had the booze to contend with.

Still, maybe you're a better loser than I am.

Maybe you had more to fight for.

Marriage.

FAamily.

- You mean Jim isn't worth fighting for?
- I didn't...

Oh, maybe I'm not up to it.

Maybe nobody is.

- You ever been married?
- No.

Children?

No.

Why?

I'd never have known.

You're so patient.

I'll go see what's happening.

Dawn. Look at that.

- It's working now?
- (Man ) Yes.

- Good.
- No problems.

- Two men?
- That's right.

- Only two?
- Sylvester and Charet.

- Right. What?
- Daylight, sir. They've been in there for...

I'm pretty certain
there are only two men on the top floor.

One of them's probably Silver
and he's having a conversation with Charet.

They can hear them,
but they can't hear exactly what they're saying.

- Why's that?
- Concrete floors.

It's like a fortress up there.

The laser mic depends
on the laser reflecting off the glass.

(Phone )

Sylvester?

We're doing it now. Bread and soup. OK.

Yes. We're arranging that.

Just one man. Right.

Yes, I know. As we agreed.

Yes, I know. You have my word.

He's getting rattled. Let's make a move.

Why don't you go home, ladies?
There's nothing here for you.

He's right, you know. Let's go.

You take the car if you like. I'm staying.

- I'll stay too, then.
- Oh, such loyalty.

(Both) Yes.

Come and get a cup of tea, then.

(Both laugh)

- Do you smoke?
- No. No.

Neither do I. Sometimes, I wish I did.

The ransom's been paid.

If we hadn't stepped in, Charet would be free.
We'd have missed the kidnappers, of course.

Now they have the money and him,
but we've got them.

One of them anyway.

Silver never kidnapped Charet.

Were you expecting that?

A little Jewish dress wholesaler?

I mean, it's a long way
from Lebanese terrorists, isn't it?

Life is full of ironies, Sergeant.

There's a touch of the Walter Mitty
about our Silver.

What are you going to do, sir?

Twice, he's suggested exchanging Madame
Charet for the policeman we send in with food.

Now, normally,
that's quite out of the question, but...

- But what?
- I can see the advantages.

No, I agree with you.
I don't think Silver set this up on his own.

But where are his accomplices?

Maybe they were just hired
for the raid on Charet's car.

Maybe he's doing the rest on his own, but
I don't believe he's the main player either.

If Silver's principal could see all this...

Might think this was a good time
to have urgent business in Brazil, eh?

Quite.

No. He has the money.
Silver's left holding the baby.

I think the best we can hope for
is to get them out safely,

both the Charets and Silver, preferably.

Well, I'll go. That makes sense, doesn't it?

I know Charet. I've met Silver.

Yes. That was our thought.

See if you can plant in Silver's mind
the idea that he's been dumped,

that he's going to have to face
the consequences.

OK. I'll do that.
I don't believe that Silver's a killer.

He shot my guv'nor, sir.
What's he got to do to prove it?

Well, with respect,
Detective Inspector Walter got himself shot.

That should pick up everything.

- If things get dodgy, just say so, OK?
- And?

This lot have been training
for what comes next for years.

Well, make sure they know
which one I am, please.

He's coming in now, Sylvester.

Is the woman ready?

Just as we agreed, Sylvester.

As we agreed.

(Hangs up)

Sylvester? Sylvester?

Mr Silver? It's me, Bergerac.

They've kept us apart.
I think Anton is in the back room.

Up the steps.

- Remember me?
- Bien sur.

Your wife's safe outside.

Bon.

Your ex-mistress too, come to that.

Quel drole de type.

Listen to this, sir.

Thanks, Anton.

That will do.

(Crackling)

I heard a struggle. Maybe his mic shifted.

- What's going on, Anton? I don't understand.
- FAerme ta gueule.

It is...unfortunate to meet again like this.

I...I liked you.

(Bergerac) So the insurance money's
been paid to you?

The main player was here all the time.

If you had not interfered, I would have spent
a few more hours as a guest of Sylvester,

then, boff, back to FArance,

my fortunes restored, as you say,

and a national hero too.

That's not the case though, is it?

There's the little matter
of half the Metropolitan Police to get past.

Oh, no.

They are looking for him.

- (Charet) There is no problem.
- I heard a fight. Let's go in, guv'nor.

The police still believe we were kidnapped.

The three kidnappers
think we were kidnapped.

Even my wife thinks we were kidnapped.

- So that's why you wanted her released.
- It gives me crédebilité.

Only Silver and I knew it was a...

a... What's the expression?

A put-up job.

Until now, of course.

Now, unfortunately, you know too.

What are you playing at, Anton?
What do you mean?

(Bergerac) What Mr Charet means, Mr Silver,
is that he is going to kill us.

FAor God's sake, guv'nor!

(Charet) You were killed by him.

I will struggle for the gun
and it will go off, killing him.

I will go outside
and say what a hero you were,

if a little headstrong.

Everyone will agree, even your ex-wife.

- We had a deal, you bastardI
- Had, Sylvester. Had.

- Sir?
- All right, George. Send them in.

Send them all in.

My wife will say how awful it was,
how we were locked up,

separately, by masked men.

I even have the marks on my wrist to prove it.

(Man ) No!

(Gunfire )

(Whistle blows )

(Sobs )