Bergerac (1981–1991): Season 4, Episode 1 - The Last Interview - full transcript
Television journalist Arlene Roskin comes from New York to interview Howard Bailey,a reclusive,retired television interviewer with particular interest in an interview he had with a former Mafia boss Abbalini,who squealed on his associates. Arlene is followed by a mystery man who robs her hotel room looking for that taped interview and efforts are made to blackmail Bailey into keeping quiet. Then Jim receives an interesting piece of news to suggest that Arlene is an impostor,who will do anything to get at Abbalini - but not for the reasons she is claiming.
MAN: How Long since we met, Howard?
Two, three years, huh?
It's gone quick.
I haven't seen your mug
on the TV screen lately, either.
I guess you know the don't run programmes
like yours on the local station here,
just news, all the crapp old cop shows
and even crappier movies.
Listen, Howard,
I'm sending this tape to you at the network.
Let me give it to you straight.
I'm ding.
I got the big C.
Ironic, don't you think?
My old friends would kill me
if they knew where I was
and who I was nowadays.
Here I am,
I'll save them the bother, right?
Anyhow, that's why I want this favour.
One last interview with the best in the business.
You know, deathbed confession, kind of.
Howard Bailey cross-examines Tony Arbelini again.
The final curtain.
(SIGHING ON TAPE)
You're the only one I talk to, Howard.
You've been a stand-up guy.
You're the only guy in the world now
who knows where I am.
What do you say? Some show, huh?
Some show, yeah.
- Some curtain.
- Hmm.
This'll have to be handled
very carefully, Joe.
- You can handle it.
- Howard Bailey will take a lot of persuading.
He's said no to every television network
for over a year.
(ALL LAUGHING)
This will persuade him.
This plus the biggest fee he's ever been offered.
He's a millionaire.
That won't make any difference.
Half his money upfront, in cash?
Even a millionaire would find that hard to resist.
I thought Bailey had gone to ground
for his own reasons, like Aberlini.
- You know where he is?
- Mmm-hmm. Jersey.
- New Jersey? That close?
- No, no, no.
This is the place that gave it its name.
It's an island in the English Channel.
Barry, he's Just turned into the market.
- Yeah, I got him, Jim.
- Don't rush him.
He's got the stuff in his briefcase.
I saw him make the pick-up.
- Everybody else in position?
- Yes.
- Right, I've got the Beresford Street exit.
- Yeah.
Could be a while before he starts trading.
He's having breakfast.
Not so long ago there was only
a trickle of Americans coming into Jersey,
but now most of your big banks
have got offices on the island.
Offshore, tax-free money has a greater pull
on US banks than the force of gravity.
That's not what you're here for is it?
No, no, quite different business.
I'm a few blocks away from Wall Street.
- I work for one of the major TV networks.
- Wait a minute, don't tell me. Let me guess.
You're coming over to see
one of our resident film stars.
Or maybe our best-selling author, eh?
- Close but it's a bit hush-hush.
- Ah, course, course, course.
Listen, if I can be of any help
- the name is Hungerford. Charlie Hungerford.
- Thanks.
Deputy Charles Hungerford.
- As in sheriff?
- No, no, as in politician.
Well, I mean,
it's not quite Washington, I'm afraid.
The Parliament of Jersey, actually.
Still, I'm hoping to become
a senator quite soon.
- My. Well, glad to meet you, Charlie.
- (CHUCKLING) How do you do?
Most of our customers come inside.
If you're a customer.
- Well, I can't come in. Not right now.
- Why not?
- Well I'm supposed to be watching the market.
- Watching?
We're trying to trap a drug pusher.
Got a man on each exit.
- I'm a police officer.
- Oh.
Yeah, while I was lounging outside your window,
I saw a property for sale that's just right for me.
- The flat in Grouville.
- Oh, I'm sorry. We sold that flat five minutes ago.
And I've been hanging about here
for over an hour.
Well, that's life, isn't it?
Look, you can still watch the market from inside,
while I take you details Mr...?
Sergeant Jim Bergerac.
Yeah, all right.
Thanks for the lift, Charlie. I didn't expect it.
I could've got a cab.
Nonsense, my dear,
it were on my way home.
- Take your luggage, sir?
- No, I'm not staying.
Cab driver, drive on, will you?
MAN ON TV: The house stands in four acres
set to mature trees,
rolling lawns and fine herbaceous borders.
The gravel drive is some quarter
of a mile long,
and the house itself cannot be seen
from any of the public highways.
- Bet you don't video my sort of place.
- No, you get shown over personally.
- Let's see. Where do you live at the moment?
- Down Queen's Valley.
- Where they're flooding for the new reservoir?
- So they tell us, yeah.
The flat in the window was £38000.
What's your ceiling?
Uh, 30.
Well, I would've tried
to beat you down, wouldn't I?
(RADIO CRACKLING)
- GODDARD: Jim?
- Yeah, hang on.
What's happening, Barry?
I think he may be about
to do a little business at last.
- Damn!
- JIM: What Is It?
I think I may have been spotted.
Yeah, they've sussed me.
Caulfield's heading straight for your exit.
- Sorry, emergency.
- But you haven't given me your phone number.
(POLICE SIREN BLARING)
Office number, 31821, extension 2.
Home number, 2291.
Thanks. I take it you'd like
a nice quiet area.
Everything all right, Miss Roskin?
Just fine. I'm going to take a walk.
I'll be back in about half an hour,
- if there are any calls.
- Okay.
- I'm sorry, you've just missed her.
- Oh, that's okay.
- Would you see that she gets this please?
- Certainly, sir.
Thank you.
(CHATTERING)
Harry!
Old trick. Empty envelope
with your name on it.
- He gets my room number.
- And he knows you're out.
Hotel theft's a way of life in New York.
It was pretty damn stupid
for me to leave my purse behind.
- But I was only taking a walk.
- And everything's missing but the clothes, huh?
Oh, everything.
Passport, cheque book, credit cards,
my briefcase with all my papers,
including my air ticket.
- Money?
- Not a lot.
$300, plus around £50 in sterling.
Well, whoever he was, he certainly
had you singled out, didn't he, Miss Roskin?
Well, obviously!
- Who knew you were coming to Jersey?
- Naturally, the hotel had my reservation,
but nobody else actually knows I'm here,
except my office in New York.
- You're certain of that?
- Sure.
Did you talk to anyone on the plane?
Yeah. My neighbour on the flight from London.
And he very kindly gave me a lift
when we arrived.
- There you are, easy.
- Yeah.
But he wouldn't want to rob me.
He's a millionaire. He told me so.
- Hmm? Who?
- Mr Hungerford.
- Charlie?
- You know him?
- Like one of the family.
- So, would he break into a hotel room?
Probably not.
So, a very busy TV executive
flies into Jersey.
- Isn't a holiday, is it?
- Correct.
And that's where you can help me,
Sergeant Bergerac.
- Help you?
- I expect you know Howard Bailey.
- Well, caught glimpses of him, yes.
- I don't mean on television.
No, nor did I.
He's given that up, hasn't he?
- Shut himself away from the world?
- Well, he's the man I came here to see.
Only I don't know exactly where
to find him on this island.
All the way from New York without his address?
Well, I have... or rather I had his phone number.
And you want me to lead you to his door?
Well, I'm afraid I can't do that.
I'm a police officer.
Well, thanks for your help.
Sergeant.
I said to Harry not to go back upstairs on his own.
He should have got the manager.
He didn't say where
he'd seen the man before, did he?
No.
Oh, hello, nurse.
Yeah. Yes, I'm still here.
Oh, he's been discharged? Oh...
Yeah, right, thank you. He's okay.
- Terrible for the hotel.
- Well, it's not too good for Miss Roskin, is it?
- One hour on the island she loses everything.
- Almost everything.
- I've still got her tape in the safe.
- A tape?
My old friends would kill me
If they knew where I was
and who I was nowadays.
Here I am,
I'll save them the bother, right?
- Anyhow...
- Haven't you heard enough?
This is strictly against the rules you know.
One last inteview with the best in the business.
You know, deathbed confession, kind of.
Howard Bailey cross-examines Tony Arbelini again.
The finaL curtain.
The manager would murder me.
Who is Tony Aberlini?
A Mafia gangster. He really murdered people.
Hi, Harry. You all right?
- Bit of a headache, Mr Bergerac.
- Yeah.
Do you feel up to a few questions?
- Can we sit down?
- Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure.
The man who broke into room 27,
what made you suspicious of him?
- I knew he wasn't a guest.
- How come?
I saw him outside the hotel in a taxi,
but he never got out.
That was earlier. The same time as
the American lady turned up in the Roller.
It sounds like he followed her from the airport.
Did you get the name of the taxi firm?
Afraid not.
Well, if it was from the airport rank,
it shouldn't be too hard to find the driver.
- He'd remember a Yank. They usually over-tip.
- Oh, he was an American too, was he?
I think he had the accent
and he called the driver "cab driver".
Well, that's a giveaway, isn't it?
Well, the receptionist
didn't notice he was American.
He'd have to be wearing a cowboy hat
and riding a horse before she'd notice anything.
She's a nice girl, but...
Well, it were the least we could do, my dear.
Now if you'd phoned a bit earlier,
you could have joined us for dinner.
Oh, it was really very nice of you to invite me over.
Nonsense, my dear.
Now, come inside and meet the family.
Arlene, this is my daughter, Deborah.
- How do you do?
- And this is Martin O'Brien.
Arlene Roskin. Now what would you like to drink?
- Oh, a very tiny Scotch, please.
- Do sit down. Sit down.
How awful to have all your things stolen.
In broad daylight from a hotel room.
What's this island's police force coming to?
Well, a good shaking up
is what they're about to get.
I've just been co-opted onto
a new States Committee Law and Order.
I'd like to see Jim's face
when he hears about that.
- Her ex-husband, Jim Bergerac.
- Detective Sergeant.
- I know him. He's handling my case.
- Oh, is that why you wanted advice?
No, it's a really crazy situation.
You see, the man that I came to Jersey to see
has a private phone number.
And now that I've lost my book,
I've got no phone number and no address.
His name is Howard Bailey.
Our very own globetrotter.
- These days, the hermit of Huguenot Valley.
- Hmm?
CHARLIE: Well, that's where he lives.
Oh.
- Yes.
- Delivery from de Gruchy, Mr Bailey.
- Your garden furniture.
- Oh, good. I'll open the gates.
- Drive round to the front of the house.
- Right, sir.
- What the hell's this? Who are you?
- Hi.
I'm sorry, Mr Bailey,
she slipped in behind me.
You don't remember me, do you? Oh, well.
All my ID's been stolen.
But you can check with a Sergeant Bergerac
that I am who I say I am.
- And that is?
- Arlene Roskin.
- I told you on the phone, nothing doing.
- Sure, I know.
And I apologise for gate-crashing
but I kind of figured
you might want to keep the drawbridge up.
You were right.
A waste of your fare from New York.
We are really hot for you to do this interview.
That's up to you. As far as I'm concerned,
the answer is Just the same, Miss Roskin.
Arlene, please. Hey, can't we discuss this
over a cup of coffee or something?
I don't like to seem inhospitable,
Miss Roskin.
Charm used to be your strong suit.
Don't tell me you've lost it.
Would you speak to
my housekeeper, Mrs Wallace?
- She'll show you where I want the furniture.
- All right, Mr Bailey.
Oh, this is beautiful!
No wonder you retired early.
- Hi, Steve.
- Hello, Jim.
- Oh, hello. Off to the holiday camp?
- All that running must have tired him out.
Has Goddard got the paper work?
Yeah, there's a pep talk on.
Crozier's blessing the new office.
Anyway, we're all here in one piece,
even if some of our old friends,
desks and people, didn't quite survive the move.
Well, there's no difficulty there,
we have plenty of new furniture,
new equipment and new technology.
Also being Just out of town like this,
at least we don't have to call in a tow truck
any more to get ourselves a parking space.
Yes, I know some of you don't like
the switch, but it's flattering.
The Bureau's success rate was too good,
that's why we're back
in the mainstream of the force.
Well, we still have our identity.
So, good luck, back to work
and thank you, everyone.
Oh, one other thing.
For those of you who haven't met
my new secretary, her name is Peggy,
and she's living proof
that rank has its privileges.
Thank you, Chief Inspector.
(ALL APPLAUDING)
- Chief Inspector?
- Yeah, you missed the announcement.
He's been given other responsibilities
besides the Bureau.
All that was just bullshit then, was it?
Oh, I get it.
A proposal of marriage,
Barney accepts and gets promoted,
and brings along a demoted Bureau
as part of his dowry.
- I suppose so.
- Just about his mark, I'd say.
If he's been made up to CI,
who is going to move up
to take his place, I wonder?
Possibly no one.
He's still the Bureau boss.
- I got the file you asked for on Howard Bailey.
- Thanks.
- Yes, I'd heard.
- It's extremely unfortunate.
I'm sure Jim is doing his best.
I thought it unwise to ring him personally,
now that you and I can speak direct
about police matters, if you see what I mean.
- Your committee is purely advisory.
- Oh, of course, of course, point taken.
But I Just wanted to make sure that Miss Roskin,
as an important American visitor,
will receive full attention.
Well, well. Tonight's the night.
Out of pub-land, into club-land.
- Wonder how much she got for The Royal Barge.
- Oh, we had an invitation.
Though, quite honestly
my husband thought it looked a bit disreputable.
Yes, we've closed that den down twice.
I hope Lil doesn't have
the same clientele as the last owner.
I wouldn't be too sure.
Don't bother to bring handcuffs and truncheons,
we have all those sort of things in the cabaret.
Look, I've just had
Charlie Hungerford on the phone.
- What are we doing about the hotel robbery?
- What's that to him?
Miss Roskin's a friend of his, apparently.
Now that Charlie's
on the Law and Order Committee...
Charlie?
My God, two shock appointments in one day.
Hmm?
Oh, well done on your step up, Barney.
You really are in the fast lane,
aren't you?
You're the only one I talk to, Howard.
You've been a stand-up guy.
You're the only guy in the world now
who knows whete I am.
What do you say? Some show, huh?
I hope you get this tape okay.
It's a piece of dynamite.
Be careful how you handle it.
For God's sake, watch your step,
old buddy.
Keep it to yourself.
I'm waiting to hear from you.
It's all right,
there's been complete security.
The only people that know about it are me
and two senior guys at the network.
- That's as may be. More coffee?
- No, thanks.
- Well?
- No, it's no good. I can't do it.
I feel sorry for Aberlini,
in as much as one can feel sorry
for an ex-Mafioso.
But, no, you'll have to forget me.
I've left all this sort of thing behind.
After President Jamala?
Yes.
I swore after Jamala, no more interviews.
That's the way it's been,
that's the way it's going to stay.
Living here in peace and quiet
has meant a lot to me.
I'm a changed man.
Kept out of the rat race.
And above all, I'm sane.
Once I had thought I was going mad,
until I realised it was
the rest of the world that was going mad.
You haven't lost your touch.
- I miss it.
- Not half so much as the viewers miss you.
- You should have been an interviewer yourself.
- Thanks.
I'll bear that in mind
next time there's a revolution at the network
and I'm looking for a new career.
- Same old power game, eh?
- Worse.
- Shall I take these things now?
- Thank you, Mrs Wallace.
- I'll keep this, if I may, for the memoirs.
- Sure. You writing a book?
- Well, I'm not totally idle.
- Yeah, well, it's your tape.
Maybe playing it again
will make you change your mind, huh?
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
You tried your best.
You can tell them that in New York.
You couldn't persuade me,
Aberlini couldn't persuade me,
so you'll have to get someone else.
Who's going to tell us where Aberlini is? You?
Certainly not.
Come on, Howard.
Everybody at the network wants you to do it.
Look, think about your fee.
Half in cash, this minute.
These are my games now.
- Some collection.
- Hmm.
And there are always new,
or rather I should say older, ones turning up.
That's Escalado,
originally 19th century French.
- Faites vos jeux, mesdames, messieurs.
- And this one?
Oh, that's the palm tree game from Ancient Egypt,
a sort of primitive snakes and ladders.
- That's the dice you're holding.
- It's beautiful.
Hey, look before I go back,
let me take you out to dinner.
You're that much of a recluse, are you?
I have a better idea.
(DISTANT SHOUTING)
(GRUNTING)
(INTERCOM BUZZING)
- Yes?
- Detective Sergeant Bergerac.
I was half expecting you, Sergeant.
Arlene Roskin's just left.
- She found you then, did she?
- (CHUCKLING) Oh, yes.
These New York ladies, you know,
who make it to the top, they're very persistent.
♪ If you can make it there
You'll make it anywhere ♪
They sing it to themselves
every morning in the bath.
- So, you're investigating the theft?
- At least the tape wasn't taken.
- She told you about this?
- No, but I listened to it Just the same.
- You mean you...
- Does it matter?
I'm a police officer.
I'm trying to piece this thing together.
I see.
Do you suppose she could have been robbed
because of the tape?
It may be Just a routine crime,
but we have reason to believe
that she was followed from the airport.
- Which could mean from even further afield.
- Mafia?
And if it is,
both she and you could be in danger.
It seems hard to imagine here, doesn't it?
How did they get on to her so fast?
Aberlini put the finger on some
of their really top people, didn't he?
I'll say he did.
It started when his son Alberto
was killed in Vegas. A double-cross.
His son meant everything to him,
so when he decided on revenge,
he didn't just sing, he gave them an opera.
Reverberated all over the States.
He named names, Mafia bosses
the rackets in all the major cities.
The FBI made the biggest roundup
they'd had in years.
The ripples spread far and wide.
Sicily, Italy.
Oh, yes, he's a number one target.
- Will you interview him again?
- Oh, no.
Not even for the crock of gold they're offering.
I'm having nothing to do with it.
I sent Miss Roskin and her network packing.
I just hope there's some other explanation
for what happened to her.
We had a look in our files.
When you left London to come over here,
we were advised by Scotland Yard
that there had been a threat on you life.
Oh!
TV personalities, you know,
they get hate mail.
Do you really?
The file said the threat was connected
with a programme you'd made
about an African dictator?
That was my last interview.
It was never shown.
I don't see what this has to do with
Aberlini's message or a local hotel theft.
Just routine, you know, check up.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
PEGGY: Could I speak to
Sergeant Bergerac, please?
- It's for you.
- Bergerac.
Peggy Masters here, Sergeant.
Chief Inspector Crozier thought you ought to know
the American woman's property
has been recovered.
Three copies of these, please, Peggy.
Dumped on a beach. They're all empty,
of course, but they'll need identifying.
Hello.
- Would you put this in the safe, please?
- Shall I get you a receipt, madam?
Yes that would be nice. There's £100,000 there.
Go ahead, count it if you want to.
You'll need police protection
with an amount like that.
- Hello, Sergeant.
- Here I am, worried about a mortgage,
and you can raise that amount of cash
without even an identity card.
I phoned New York and had the money wired,
along with my description.
And now, I guess with the curiosity of a true cop,
you're gonna want to know what it's for.
Jersey is very discreet about bank notes.
It's got to be.
I'll get the manager to check this
and issue an official receipt, madam.
Thank you.
- I've got a receipt for you.
- Yeah?
Over here.
- You got my things back?
- Not quite. They're all empty, but they are yours?
Yeah, sure they are.
- We've go to hold on to them for forensic tests.
- Okay.
- Did you get the son of a bitch that hurt the kid?
- Not yet, no.
- Skipped the island, huh?
- Somehow I doubt that.
How did you figure that out?
Well, let's start with the money
in the safe, shall we?
- Every man has his price, right?
- What the hell are you talking about?
- Getting Howard Bailey to make a comeback.
- That's hardly police business.
He threw you out,
and I hardly think the money will tempt him.
What are you, working for a rival network?
- You could get yourself killed, do you know that?
- How?
I listened to the Aberlini tape here
before you went to Bailey's.
- You bastard that's not legal.
- Very probably.
But I'm warning you as I warned him,
this could be more than a simple theft.
There could be Mafia money in it.
Now you get this straight, Sergeant.
I'm trying to pull off the biggest deal of my career
and I am not gonna lose it because
of the crazy suspicions of a bunch of hick cops.
So you just stick to your routine job
and stay out of my business.
SUSAN: The kitchen needs a bit of work.
It's quite roomy, though.
JIM: It's twice as big as the one I've got.
The rest is in fairly good decorative order.
It's a very sunny flat.
- How far would the vendor come down?
- Ooh, couple of thousand, maybe.
- It's still a bit out of my reach.
- You could try an offer.
- You won't get a better view for the price.
- Yeah, I'm sure.
Well, it's the nicest of the ones you showed me.
It's a pity it's so expensive, isn't it?
Might've been different,
if they'd made me inspector.
We've still got a couple of others to see.
- Working late, aren't you?
- Oh, I don't mind.
Hard to please, aren't I?
I tell you what.
Why don't we skip viewing for tonight?
How do you fancy a champagne supper?
(PLAYING LOUNGE MUSIC)
- Then you are, Charlie. For you a special vintage.
- Oh, bless you, Lil. Oh, bless you.
Well, now, this little do
must be setting you back a bit, eh?
Not so much me as my backer.
Oh, aye. Alain Lambert, right? That little
froggy fellow who runs Brittany Casinos Group?
There's a rumour the Jersey gambling laws
might change one day soon.
If so, we'll turn this into the first casino.
Hope you're not trying to bribe me,
as a member of our Parliament.
Now, would I do a thing like that, Charlie?
- Oh, Jim. I'm so glad you could make it.
- Hello, Lil.
- This is Susan Young.
- Hello, Susan. Let me find you a table.
- New girlfriend? She's pretty.
- New boyfriend? He's pretty.
- Who was that?
- Mmm? Oh, it was Deborah, my ex-wife.
Oh, strong whiff of money
coming from that direction.
- Estate agents can tell, can they?
- In fact, the whole place reeks of it.
Do you remember Howard Bailey? He's over there.
We sold his house to him last year.
- Oh, we are in good company, aren't we?
- He bought it on the nod, contents, everything.
(ALL APPLAUDING)
(PLAYING FANFARE)
Ladies and gentlemen,
I hope you're all enjoing yourselves.
(CROWD CHEERING)
There's going to be no speeches tonight.
(CROWD GROANING)
Except to say thank you for coming,
and it's lovely to see so many well-known faces.
Well-known at The Royal Barge, I mean.
And now it's cabaret time.
And I'd like to introduce you to the first of
several fine artists we have to entetain you.
Would you please give a big welcome
to the local girl with a silver voice,
Harriet Jeune.
♪ Memories
♪ Like the corners of my mind
♪ Misty water-coloured memories
♪ Of the way we were
♪ Scattered pictures
♪ Of the smiles we left behind
♪ Smiles we gave to one another
♪ Of the way we were
♪ Could it be that it was all so simple then?
♪ Or has time rewritten every line?
♪ And if we had the chance to do it all again
Damn! I might've known
that gadget would play up.
- Good old Lil, I bet she got it cheap!
- Shh!
♪ Memories
♪ May be beautiful and yet
♪ What's too painful to remember
♪ We simply choose to forget
♪ But it's the laughter
♪ We will remember
♪ Whenever we remember
♪ The way we were
♪ Remember ♪
(CROWD MURMURING)
Good night, Miss Roskin.
- Is that all you have to say?
- Those were stills from the Jamala film.
It was supposed to have been destroyed
with the film completely.
Your company swore they'd done it.
Howard, I am just as shocked as you are,
believe me.
Who could've known we'd be in that club?
- Maybe Bergerac's right. We're being watched.
- And I'm being worked on.
Their idea of a warning.
Well, there's only one way to fix that.
There's no possible chance of the interview.
Time for you to leave the island.
What am I supposed to do?
Call up the Mafia and tell them not to worry?
I don't care what the hell you do,
just leave me alone. Go back to New York.
We're nowhere on all this.
You say Bailey refuses to help any more?
Well, he's scared.
He came to Jersey to get away from it all.
First the American woman, now it seems
he's being leaned on from another direction.
- Yes, we'll put a discreet watch on the house.
- Right.
With the Bureau's new set up here,
we have to be even more on our toes.
Yes, sir.
Chief Inspector, sir.
Jim, I checked Arlene Roskin's flight,
the 11:10 from Gatwick.
There she is on the seat plan next to Hungerford.
There was another American on the flight,
name of Percotti, sat there.
- That's clutching at straws, isn't it?
- Well, maybe, but I got the airline computer
to take us even further back
on transatlantic flights, and guess what?
This guy Percotti sat right next Miss Roskin
all the way from New York to London.
Their bookings were made by
the same Manhattan travel agents.
Bailey's scared, Joe,
and he's not interested in the money.
- I always said the guy was weird.
- All right, ease up.
We need some of this money
to pay our French friends for this gin palace.
Why hire a boat?
'Cause as soon as we're through,
we're clean off the island.
Dino's heavy-handed methods
have made that necessary if nothing else.
- Look, I do what you told me, nothing else.
- Dumb creep.
- Look, nobody calls me that!
- Oh, yeah?
All right, all right, all right!
Cool it. We got work to do.
Let's figure it out. Howard Bailey won't do
the interview, he won't take the money.
He won't contact Aberlini. But we know how
to get to Mr Bailey with that African film.
Now it's different tactics.
Vin, time for an encore, I think.
- You want I should do another Aberlini tape?
- No. Not this time.
The theft of her credentials
was obviously rigged.
I phoned the American TV company
and apparently they've never heard
of Miss Arlene Roskin.
Well, I know nothing about that, you understand.
Yet yesterday she drew £100000 from your bank.
- Correct.
- So where did it come from?
We have to be ultra discreet
about the sources of foreign money.
No, you don't. Not if they're criminal sources.
The funds were made available
from the New York account of a trading company,
- Alpha International of Brooklyn.
- That sounds more like it.
- Like what?
- Mafia money.
- Really? Money is just money to us.
- Oh, I'm sure.
However, there is one thing I can tell you,
you've got her name wrong. Well, slightly.
She did produce her passport.
But the name wasn't Roskin, it was Roscone.
That's Italian, isn't it?
She was Mafia all the time,
is that what you're saying?
I'm saying that the whole thing
was a ploy to fool Howard Bailey.
- And us. What about the Aberlini tape message?
- My guess is that was a fake as well.
But Bailey knows where Aberlini is
and that is what they wanted.
(INTERCOM BUZZES)
PEGGY: Excuse me, sir,
constable Goddard is reporting in.
- Crozier here.
- Car drew up a moment ago.
- Three blokes and a woman. Over.
- Describe them. Over.
I can only see one of them clearly.
(INTERCOM BUZZING)
Yes?
I am Monsieur Mercier.
I rang earlier concerning an antique.
The carousel. Yes of course.
I don't know what was said,
but Bailey's letting them in. Over.
Could be Roscone and her burglar friend.
By the sound of those descriptions,
it could be almost anyone.
I don't think Bailey would thank us
for bursting in on the meeting
of the Jersey Book Club.
Stay on watch. Sergeant Bergerac's on his way.
- What's this?
- Mr Bailey, we should talk.
Howard, this is Joe Conte,
Dino Percotti and Vinnie Marchetta.
- No need to explain who they are. And you?
- Afraid so.
Congratulations, very convincing.
Not too hard.
I used to work for one of the networks.
You see, Mr Bailey,
if you'd just agreed to do the interview,
- you'd have taken us to Tony Aberlini.
- Hmm.
Now, we must try and persuade you
some other way.
Wait! Hey, watch it!
- You won't find Aberlini through me.
- Too many scruples, Howard, that's your trouble.
Very nice.
- Very dinky.
- Mind how you play with that, it's fragile.
- Where did you get this meathead?
- MRS WALLACE: Mr Bailey!
Mr Bailey, will you need me
first thing tomorrow because I...
It's all right, Mrs Wallace.
This is my housekeeper.
She just has to collect her children.
- Oh, I think not. Which way?
- Along there.
- Sit down, please. Make yourselves comfortable.
- Thanks very much.
Be sensible. Does it really matter to you
whether we get Aberlini or not?
- I'm not gonna shop him.
- He shopped his own kind.
He's a brave man.
Is he dying, by the way?
Howard, he is just as ruthless
as anyone else in the brotherhood.
Bravery means a lot to you, Mr Bailey, huh?
I mean, you wouldn't want the world to know
the truth about you, right?
I hear you really sweated
when Dino ran the trailer for this at the club.
Why don't we enJoy the rest
of the nauseating story? Put it on.
- No change?
- Nobody in or out.
That's Bailey, the housekeeper
and four unidentified guests.
Yeah.
- Shin over the wall?
- Hardly.
He's got an alarm system
and that fence is electrified.
(MAN GROANING ON TV)
He set up that firing squad for you, didn't he?
You did nothing to stop it.
- How could I?
- Oh, you didn't even try.
You didn't even order your cameraman to stop.
Our television hero. Man of the people.
Too scared for his own skin.
There you are. Take a good look.
Two young mercenaries put to death
for your entertainment.
(SCREAMING ON TV)
MAN ON TV: Squad, right turn! Marshal.
The parents of one of those white boys
threatened to kill you, is that right?
Stop it, will you?
Tell us where to find Tony Aberlini
and the film is yours.
Otherwise, there's plenty
of muckrakers who'd love to have it.
They'd make it a lot more public than last night.
Why, even your Queen, who gave you that OBE,
she might see it.
Do what he says.
No. You can do what you like with the film.
In that case, you leave us no alternative
but to use other methods.
(BUZZING)
You. Answer it.
Be natural.
- Yes?
- Sergeant Bergerac to see Mr Bailey, please.
Make him go away.
I'm afraid that's not possible.
- Tell him I just want to ask...
- He's not here. He's gone out.
- Perhaps I could wait?
- I'm sorry. I'm not allowed to let anyone in.
Is there a message?
No, just tell him I called by,
would you?
Look, I'm not convinced
this is a hostage situation.
Well, even if it isn't,
what have we got to lose?
You've got more to lose than I have,
of course.
Look, just be discreet in here.
We don't want every Tom, Dick and Harry
knowing what we're looking for, do we?
SUSAN: This is the orangery.
This is the front elevation taken from the lawn.
That's facing south.
That's the new extension.
That's on the southeast corner.
Now, the back, there's a very large courtyard.
Hey, hold it there. Wind it back.
That's it. Now play.
Yeah, hold that frame.
- What's that? Is that a door?
- It leads into the boiler room.
Can you get from there
up to the rest of the house?
Yes, if I remember rightly...
Yes, through the wine cellar,
up the stairs
and you're into the hall.
Can we get one of the boys from the security firm
to open the gate?
And we go in like gangbusters
to find a bible-reading circle?
I can imagine what your ex-father-in-law
would make of that, not to mention the press.
(RADIO BEEPING)
Crozier.
PEGGY: DC Goddard reports
hearing shots, sir. Over.
Right, we're on our way.
- Jesus, Joe, why don't you just hang out a sign?
- Just getting Howard's attention.
Go get the housekeeper.
- Now wait a goddamn minute!
- I said, get the housekeeper.
- You're gonna get a real kick out of this, Howard.
- He means it!
Oh, Howard knows that, don't you, Howard?
He's gonna give it some real serious thought.
- What's wrong?
- Bloody thing's locked, isn't it?
Quietly.
- No!
- Stop it, stop it! Make him stop it!
Tell us what we wanna know and it's over.
And this time you can do it
without any risk to yourself at all.
- MRS WALLACE: Oh, no. No!
- Dino, shoot her.
(SCREAMING)
Wait! I thought I heard something.
Vinnie, go check.
(WHISPERING) Quietly.
(GLASS SHATTERING)
Oh, terrific. All right, and together.
- There's a team of cops outside!
- Everybody, upstairs! Come on move!
Police, drop your guns! Don't!
I'm walking out of here with her.
You shoot, she gets it first.
Excuse me.
- You okay?
- Fine.
Well, thanks for your help.
That was a very brave move you made.
Thank you, Sergeant.
Two, three years, huh?
It's gone quick.
I haven't seen your mug
on the TV screen lately, either.
I guess you know the don't run programmes
like yours on the local station here,
just news, all the crapp old cop shows
and even crappier movies.
Listen, Howard,
I'm sending this tape to you at the network.
Let me give it to you straight.
I'm ding.
I got the big C.
Ironic, don't you think?
My old friends would kill me
if they knew where I was
and who I was nowadays.
Here I am,
I'll save them the bother, right?
Anyhow, that's why I want this favour.
One last interview with the best in the business.
You know, deathbed confession, kind of.
Howard Bailey cross-examines Tony Arbelini again.
The final curtain.
(SIGHING ON TAPE)
You're the only one I talk to, Howard.
You've been a stand-up guy.
You're the only guy in the world now
who knows where I am.
What do you say? Some show, huh?
Some show, yeah.
- Some curtain.
- Hmm.
This'll have to be handled
very carefully, Joe.
- You can handle it.
- Howard Bailey will take a lot of persuading.
He's said no to every television network
for over a year.
(ALL LAUGHING)
This will persuade him.
This plus the biggest fee he's ever been offered.
He's a millionaire.
That won't make any difference.
Half his money upfront, in cash?
Even a millionaire would find that hard to resist.
I thought Bailey had gone to ground
for his own reasons, like Aberlini.
- You know where he is?
- Mmm-hmm. Jersey.
- New Jersey? That close?
- No, no, no.
This is the place that gave it its name.
It's an island in the English Channel.
Barry, he's Just turned into the market.
- Yeah, I got him, Jim.
- Don't rush him.
He's got the stuff in his briefcase.
I saw him make the pick-up.
- Everybody else in position?
- Yes.
- Right, I've got the Beresford Street exit.
- Yeah.
Could be a while before he starts trading.
He's having breakfast.
Not so long ago there was only
a trickle of Americans coming into Jersey,
but now most of your big banks
have got offices on the island.
Offshore, tax-free money has a greater pull
on US banks than the force of gravity.
That's not what you're here for is it?
No, no, quite different business.
I'm a few blocks away from Wall Street.
- I work for one of the major TV networks.
- Wait a minute, don't tell me. Let me guess.
You're coming over to see
one of our resident film stars.
Or maybe our best-selling author, eh?
- Close but it's a bit hush-hush.
- Ah, course, course, course.
Listen, if I can be of any help
- the name is Hungerford. Charlie Hungerford.
- Thanks.
Deputy Charles Hungerford.
- As in sheriff?
- No, no, as in politician.
Well, I mean,
it's not quite Washington, I'm afraid.
The Parliament of Jersey, actually.
Still, I'm hoping to become
a senator quite soon.
- My. Well, glad to meet you, Charlie.
- (CHUCKLING) How do you do?
Most of our customers come inside.
If you're a customer.
- Well, I can't come in. Not right now.
- Why not?
- Well I'm supposed to be watching the market.
- Watching?
We're trying to trap a drug pusher.
Got a man on each exit.
- I'm a police officer.
- Oh.
Yeah, while I was lounging outside your window,
I saw a property for sale that's just right for me.
- The flat in Grouville.
- Oh, I'm sorry. We sold that flat five minutes ago.
And I've been hanging about here
for over an hour.
Well, that's life, isn't it?
Look, you can still watch the market from inside,
while I take you details Mr...?
Sergeant Jim Bergerac.
Yeah, all right.
Thanks for the lift, Charlie. I didn't expect it.
I could've got a cab.
Nonsense, my dear,
it were on my way home.
- Take your luggage, sir?
- No, I'm not staying.
Cab driver, drive on, will you?
MAN ON TV: The house stands in four acres
set to mature trees,
rolling lawns and fine herbaceous borders.
The gravel drive is some quarter
of a mile long,
and the house itself cannot be seen
from any of the public highways.
- Bet you don't video my sort of place.
- No, you get shown over personally.
- Let's see. Where do you live at the moment?
- Down Queen's Valley.
- Where they're flooding for the new reservoir?
- So they tell us, yeah.
The flat in the window was £38000.
What's your ceiling?
Uh, 30.
Well, I would've tried
to beat you down, wouldn't I?
(RADIO CRACKLING)
- GODDARD: Jim?
- Yeah, hang on.
What's happening, Barry?
I think he may be about
to do a little business at last.
- Damn!
- JIM: What Is It?
I think I may have been spotted.
Yeah, they've sussed me.
Caulfield's heading straight for your exit.
- Sorry, emergency.
- But you haven't given me your phone number.
(POLICE SIREN BLARING)
Office number, 31821, extension 2.
Home number, 2291.
Thanks. I take it you'd like
a nice quiet area.
Everything all right, Miss Roskin?
Just fine. I'm going to take a walk.
I'll be back in about half an hour,
- if there are any calls.
- Okay.
- I'm sorry, you've just missed her.
- Oh, that's okay.
- Would you see that she gets this please?
- Certainly, sir.
Thank you.
(CHATTERING)
Harry!
Old trick. Empty envelope
with your name on it.
- He gets my room number.
- And he knows you're out.
Hotel theft's a way of life in New York.
It was pretty damn stupid
for me to leave my purse behind.
- But I was only taking a walk.
- And everything's missing but the clothes, huh?
Oh, everything.
Passport, cheque book, credit cards,
my briefcase with all my papers,
including my air ticket.
- Money?
- Not a lot.
$300, plus around £50 in sterling.
Well, whoever he was, he certainly
had you singled out, didn't he, Miss Roskin?
Well, obviously!
- Who knew you were coming to Jersey?
- Naturally, the hotel had my reservation,
but nobody else actually knows I'm here,
except my office in New York.
- You're certain of that?
- Sure.
Did you talk to anyone on the plane?
Yeah. My neighbour on the flight from London.
And he very kindly gave me a lift
when we arrived.
- There you are, easy.
- Yeah.
But he wouldn't want to rob me.
He's a millionaire. He told me so.
- Hmm? Who?
- Mr Hungerford.
- Charlie?
- You know him?
- Like one of the family.
- So, would he break into a hotel room?
Probably not.
So, a very busy TV executive
flies into Jersey.
- Isn't a holiday, is it?
- Correct.
And that's where you can help me,
Sergeant Bergerac.
- Help you?
- I expect you know Howard Bailey.
- Well, caught glimpses of him, yes.
- I don't mean on television.
No, nor did I.
He's given that up, hasn't he?
- Shut himself away from the world?
- Well, he's the man I came here to see.
Only I don't know exactly where
to find him on this island.
All the way from New York without his address?
Well, I have... or rather I had his phone number.
And you want me to lead you to his door?
Well, I'm afraid I can't do that.
I'm a police officer.
Well, thanks for your help.
Sergeant.
I said to Harry not to go back upstairs on his own.
He should have got the manager.
He didn't say where
he'd seen the man before, did he?
No.
Oh, hello, nurse.
Yeah. Yes, I'm still here.
Oh, he's been discharged? Oh...
Yeah, right, thank you. He's okay.
- Terrible for the hotel.
- Well, it's not too good for Miss Roskin, is it?
- One hour on the island she loses everything.
- Almost everything.
- I've still got her tape in the safe.
- A tape?
My old friends would kill me
If they knew where I was
and who I was nowadays.
Here I am,
I'll save them the bother, right?
- Anyhow...
- Haven't you heard enough?
This is strictly against the rules you know.
One last inteview with the best in the business.
You know, deathbed confession, kind of.
Howard Bailey cross-examines Tony Arbelini again.
The finaL curtain.
The manager would murder me.
Who is Tony Aberlini?
A Mafia gangster. He really murdered people.
Hi, Harry. You all right?
- Bit of a headache, Mr Bergerac.
- Yeah.
Do you feel up to a few questions?
- Can we sit down?
- Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure.
The man who broke into room 27,
what made you suspicious of him?
- I knew he wasn't a guest.
- How come?
I saw him outside the hotel in a taxi,
but he never got out.
That was earlier. The same time as
the American lady turned up in the Roller.
It sounds like he followed her from the airport.
Did you get the name of the taxi firm?
Afraid not.
Well, if it was from the airport rank,
it shouldn't be too hard to find the driver.
- He'd remember a Yank. They usually over-tip.
- Oh, he was an American too, was he?
I think he had the accent
and he called the driver "cab driver".
Well, that's a giveaway, isn't it?
Well, the receptionist
didn't notice he was American.
He'd have to be wearing a cowboy hat
and riding a horse before she'd notice anything.
She's a nice girl, but...
Well, it were the least we could do, my dear.
Now if you'd phoned a bit earlier,
you could have joined us for dinner.
Oh, it was really very nice of you to invite me over.
Nonsense, my dear.
Now, come inside and meet the family.
Arlene, this is my daughter, Deborah.
- How do you do?
- And this is Martin O'Brien.
Arlene Roskin. Now what would you like to drink?
- Oh, a very tiny Scotch, please.
- Do sit down. Sit down.
How awful to have all your things stolen.
In broad daylight from a hotel room.
What's this island's police force coming to?
Well, a good shaking up
is what they're about to get.
I've just been co-opted onto
a new States Committee Law and Order.
I'd like to see Jim's face
when he hears about that.
- Her ex-husband, Jim Bergerac.
- Detective Sergeant.
- I know him. He's handling my case.
- Oh, is that why you wanted advice?
No, it's a really crazy situation.
You see, the man that I came to Jersey to see
has a private phone number.
And now that I've lost my book,
I've got no phone number and no address.
His name is Howard Bailey.
Our very own globetrotter.
- These days, the hermit of Huguenot Valley.
- Hmm?
CHARLIE: Well, that's where he lives.
Oh.
- Yes.
- Delivery from de Gruchy, Mr Bailey.
- Your garden furniture.
- Oh, good. I'll open the gates.
- Drive round to the front of the house.
- Right, sir.
- What the hell's this? Who are you?
- Hi.
I'm sorry, Mr Bailey,
she slipped in behind me.
You don't remember me, do you? Oh, well.
All my ID's been stolen.
But you can check with a Sergeant Bergerac
that I am who I say I am.
- And that is?
- Arlene Roskin.
- I told you on the phone, nothing doing.
- Sure, I know.
And I apologise for gate-crashing
but I kind of figured
you might want to keep the drawbridge up.
You were right.
A waste of your fare from New York.
We are really hot for you to do this interview.
That's up to you. As far as I'm concerned,
the answer is Just the same, Miss Roskin.
Arlene, please. Hey, can't we discuss this
over a cup of coffee or something?
I don't like to seem inhospitable,
Miss Roskin.
Charm used to be your strong suit.
Don't tell me you've lost it.
Would you speak to
my housekeeper, Mrs Wallace?
- She'll show you where I want the furniture.
- All right, Mr Bailey.
Oh, this is beautiful!
No wonder you retired early.
- Hi, Steve.
- Hello, Jim.
- Oh, hello. Off to the holiday camp?
- All that running must have tired him out.
Has Goddard got the paper work?
Yeah, there's a pep talk on.
Crozier's blessing the new office.
Anyway, we're all here in one piece,
even if some of our old friends,
desks and people, didn't quite survive the move.
Well, there's no difficulty there,
we have plenty of new furniture,
new equipment and new technology.
Also being Just out of town like this,
at least we don't have to call in a tow truck
any more to get ourselves a parking space.
Yes, I know some of you don't like
the switch, but it's flattering.
The Bureau's success rate was too good,
that's why we're back
in the mainstream of the force.
Well, we still have our identity.
So, good luck, back to work
and thank you, everyone.
Oh, one other thing.
For those of you who haven't met
my new secretary, her name is Peggy,
and she's living proof
that rank has its privileges.
Thank you, Chief Inspector.
(ALL APPLAUDING)
- Chief Inspector?
- Yeah, you missed the announcement.
He's been given other responsibilities
besides the Bureau.
All that was just bullshit then, was it?
Oh, I get it.
A proposal of marriage,
Barney accepts and gets promoted,
and brings along a demoted Bureau
as part of his dowry.
- I suppose so.
- Just about his mark, I'd say.
If he's been made up to CI,
who is going to move up
to take his place, I wonder?
Possibly no one.
He's still the Bureau boss.
- I got the file you asked for on Howard Bailey.
- Thanks.
- Yes, I'd heard.
- It's extremely unfortunate.
I'm sure Jim is doing his best.
I thought it unwise to ring him personally,
now that you and I can speak direct
about police matters, if you see what I mean.
- Your committee is purely advisory.
- Oh, of course, of course, point taken.
But I Just wanted to make sure that Miss Roskin,
as an important American visitor,
will receive full attention.
Well, well. Tonight's the night.
Out of pub-land, into club-land.
- Wonder how much she got for The Royal Barge.
- Oh, we had an invitation.
Though, quite honestly
my husband thought it looked a bit disreputable.
Yes, we've closed that den down twice.
I hope Lil doesn't have
the same clientele as the last owner.
I wouldn't be too sure.
Don't bother to bring handcuffs and truncheons,
we have all those sort of things in the cabaret.
Look, I've just had
Charlie Hungerford on the phone.
- What are we doing about the hotel robbery?
- What's that to him?
Miss Roskin's a friend of his, apparently.
Now that Charlie's
on the Law and Order Committee...
Charlie?
My God, two shock appointments in one day.
Hmm?
Oh, well done on your step up, Barney.
You really are in the fast lane,
aren't you?
You're the only one I talk to, Howard.
You've been a stand-up guy.
You're the only guy in the world now
who knows whete I am.
What do you say? Some show, huh?
I hope you get this tape okay.
It's a piece of dynamite.
Be careful how you handle it.
For God's sake, watch your step,
old buddy.
Keep it to yourself.
I'm waiting to hear from you.
It's all right,
there's been complete security.
The only people that know about it are me
and two senior guys at the network.
- That's as may be. More coffee?
- No, thanks.
- Well?
- No, it's no good. I can't do it.
I feel sorry for Aberlini,
in as much as one can feel sorry
for an ex-Mafioso.
But, no, you'll have to forget me.
I've left all this sort of thing behind.
After President Jamala?
Yes.
I swore after Jamala, no more interviews.
That's the way it's been,
that's the way it's going to stay.
Living here in peace and quiet
has meant a lot to me.
I'm a changed man.
Kept out of the rat race.
And above all, I'm sane.
Once I had thought I was going mad,
until I realised it was
the rest of the world that was going mad.
You haven't lost your touch.
- I miss it.
- Not half so much as the viewers miss you.
- You should have been an interviewer yourself.
- Thanks.
I'll bear that in mind
next time there's a revolution at the network
and I'm looking for a new career.
- Same old power game, eh?
- Worse.
- Shall I take these things now?
- Thank you, Mrs Wallace.
- I'll keep this, if I may, for the memoirs.
- Sure. You writing a book?
- Well, I'm not totally idle.
- Yeah, well, it's your tape.
Maybe playing it again
will make you change your mind, huh?
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
You tried your best.
You can tell them that in New York.
You couldn't persuade me,
Aberlini couldn't persuade me,
so you'll have to get someone else.
Who's going to tell us where Aberlini is? You?
Certainly not.
Come on, Howard.
Everybody at the network wants you to do it.
Look, think about your fee.
Half in cash, this minute.
These are my games now.
- Some collection.
- Hmm.
And there are always new,
or rather I should say older, ones turning up.
That's Escalado,
originally 19th century French.
- Faites vos jeux, mesdames, messieurs.
- And this one?
Oh, that's the palm tree game from Ancient Egypt,
a sort of primitive snakes and ladders.
- That's the dice you're holding.
- It's beautiful.
Hey, look before I go back,
let me take you out to dinner.
You're that much of a recluse, are you?
I have a better idea.
(DISTANT SHOUTING)
(GRUNTING)
(INTERCOM BUZZING)
- Yes?
- Detective Sergeant Bergerac.
I was half expecting you, Sergeant.
Arlene Roskin's just left.
- She found you then, did she?
- (CHUCKLING) Oh, yes.
These New York ladies, you know,
who make it to the top, they're very persistent.
♪ If you can make it there
You'll make it anywhere ♪
They sing it to themselves
every morning in the bath.
- So, you're investigating the theft?
- At least the tape wasn't taken.
- She told you about this?
- No, but I listened to it Just the same.
- You mean you...
- Does it matter?
I'm a police officer.
I'm trying to piece this thing together.
I see.
Do you suppose she could have been robbed
because of the tape?
It may be Just a routine crime,
but we have reason to believe
that she was followed from the airport.
- Which could mean from even further afield.
- Mafia?
And if it is,
both she and you could be in danger.
It seems hard to imagine here, doesn't it?
How did they get on to her so fast?
Aberlini put the finger on some
of their really top people, didn't he?
I'll say he did.
It started when his son Alberto
was killed in Vegas. A double-cross.
His son meant everything to him,
so when he decided on revenge,
he didn't just sing, he gave them an opera.
Reverberated all over the States.
He named names, Mafia bosses
the rackets in all the major cities.
The FBI made the biggest roundup
they'd had in years.
The ripples spread far and wide.
Sicily, Italy.
Oh, yes, he's a number one target.
- Will you interview him again?
- Oh, no.
Not even for the crock of gold they're offering.
I'm having nothing to do with it.
I sent Miss Roskin and her network packing.
I just hope there's some other explanation
for what happened to her.
We had a look in our files.
When you left London to come over here,
we were advised by Scotland Yard
that there had been a threat on you life.
Oh!
TV personalities, you know,
they get hate mail.
Do you really?
The file said the threat was connected
with a programme you'd made
about an African dictator?
That was my last interview.
It was never shown.
I don't see what this has to do with
Aberlini's message or a local hotel theft.
Just routine, you know, check up.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
PEGGY: Could I speak to
Sergeant Bergerac, please?
- It's for you.
- Bergerac.
Peggy Masters here, Sergeant.
Chief Inspector Crozier thought you ought to know
the American woman's property
has been recovered.
Three copies of these, please, Peggy.
Dumped on a beach. They're all empty,
of course, but they'll need identifying.
Hello.
- Would you put this in the safe, please?
- Shall I get you a receipt, madam?
Yes that would be nice. There's £100,000 there.
Go ahead, count it if you want to.
You'll need police protection
with an amount like that.
- Hello, Sergeant.
- Here I am, worried about a mortgage,
and you can raise that amount of cash
without even an identity card.
I phoned New York and had the money wired,
along with my description.
And now, I guess with the curiosity of a true cop,
you're gonna want to know what it's for.
Jersey is very discreet about bank notes.
It's got to be.
I'll get the manager to check this
and issue an official receipt, madam.
Thank you.
- I've got a receipt for you.
- Yeah?
Over here.
- You got my things back?
- Not quite. They're all empty, but they are yours?
Yeah, sure they are.
- We've go to hold on to them for forensic tests.
- Okay.
- Did you get the son of a bitch that hurt the kid?
- Not yet, no.
- Skipped the island, huh?
- Somehow I doubt that.
How did you figure that out?
Well, let's start with the money
in the safe, shall we?
- Every man has his price, right?
- What the hell are you talking about?
- Getting Howard Bailey to make a comeback.
- That's hardly police business.
He threw you out,
and I hardly think the money will tempt him.
What are you, working for a rival network?
- You could get yourself killed, do you know that?
- How?
I listened to the Aberlini tape here
before you went to Bailey's.
- You bastard that's not legal.
- Very probably.
But I'm warning you as I warned him,
this could be more than a simple theft.
There could be Mafia money in it.
Now you get this straight, Sergeant.
I'm trying to pull off the biggest deal of my career
and I am not gonna lose it because
of the crazy suspicions of a bunch of hick cops.
So you just stick to your routine job
and stay out of my business.
SUSAN: The kitchen needs a bit of work.
It's quite roomy, though.
JIM: It's twice as big as the one I've got.
The rest is in fairly good decorative order.
It's a very sunny flat.
- How far would the vendor come down?
- Ooh, couple of thousand, maybe.
- It's still a bit out of my reach.
- You could try an offer.
- You won't get a better view for the price.
- Yeah, I'm sure.
Well, it's the nicest of the ones you showed me.
It's a pity it's so expensive, isn't it?
Might've been different,
if they'd made me inspector.
We've still got a couple of others to see.
- Working late, aren't you?
- Oh, I don't mind.
Hard to please, aren't I?
I tell you what.
Why don't we skip viewing for tonight?
How do you fancy a champagne supper?
(PLAYING LOUNGE MUSIC)
- Then you are, Charlie. For you a special vintage.
- Oh, bless you, Lil. Oh, bless you.
Well, now, this little do
must be setting you back a bit, eh?
Not so much me as my backer.
Oh, aye. Alain Lambert, right? That little
froggy fellow who runs Brittany Casinos Group?
There's a rumour the Jersey gambling laws
might change one day soon.
If so, we'll turn this into the first casino.
Hope you're not trying to bribe me,
as a member of our Parliament.
Now, would I do a thing like that, Charlie?
- Oh, Jim. I'm so glad you could make it.
- Hello, Lil.
- This is Susan Young.
- Hello, Susan. Let me find you a table.
- New girlfriend? She's pretty.
- New boyfriend? He's pretty.
- Who was that?
- Mmm? Oh, it was Deborah, my ex-wife.
Oh, strong whiff of money
coming from that direction.
- Estate agents can tell, can they?
- In fact, the whole place reeks of it.
Do you remember Howard Bailey? He's over there.
We sold his house to him last year.
- Oh, we are in good company, aren't we?
- He bought it on the nod, contents, everything.
(ALL APPLAUDING)
(PLAYING FANFARE)
Ladies and gentlemen,
I hope you're all enjoing yourselves.
(CROWD CHEERING)
There's going to be no speeches tonight.
(CROWD GROANING)
Except to say thank you for coming,
and it's lovely to see so many well-known faces.
Well-known at The Royal Barge, I mean.
And now it's cabaret time.
And I'd like to introduce you to the first of
several fine artists we have to entetain you.
Would you please give a big welcome
to the local girl with a silver voice,
Harriet Jeune.
♪ Memories
♪ Like the corners of my mind
♪ Misty water-coloured memories
♪ Of the way we were
♪ Scattered pictures
♪ Of the smiles we left behind
♪ Smiles we gave to one another
♪ Of the way we were
♪ Could it be that it was all so simple then?
♪ Or has time rewritten every line?
♪ And if we had the chance to do it all again
Damn! I might've known
that gadget would play up.
- Good old Lil, I bet she got it cheap!
- Shh!
♪ Memories
♪ May be beautiful and yet
♪ What's too painful to remember
♪ We simply choose to forget
♪ But it's the laughter
♪ We will remember
♪ Whenever we remember
♪ The way we were
♪ Remember ♪
(CROWD MURMURING)
Good night, Miss Roskin.
- Is that all you have to say?
- Those were stills from the Jamala film.
It was supposed to have been destroyed
with the film completely.
Your company swore they'd done it.
Howard, I am just as shocked as you are,
believe me.
Who could've known we'd be in that club?
- Maybe Bergerac's right. We're being watched.
- And I'm being worked on.
Their idea of a warning.
Well, there's only one way to fix that.
There's no possible chance of the interview.
Time for you to leave the island.
What am I supposed to do?
Call up the Mafia and tell them not to worry?
I don't care what the hell you do,
just leave me alone. Go back to New York.
We're nowhere on all this.
You say Bailey refuses to help any more?
Well, he's scared.
He came to Jersey to get away from it all.
First the American woman, now it seems
he's being leaned on from another direction.
- Yes, we'll put a discreet watch on the house.
- Right.
With the Bureau's new set up here,
we have to be even more on our toes.
Yes, sir.
Chief Inspector, sir.
Jim, I checked Arlene Roskin's flight,
the 11:10 from Gatwick.
There she is on the seat plan next to Hungerford.
There was another American on the flight,
name of Percotti, sat there.
- That's clutching at straws, isn't it?
- Well, maybe, but I got the airline computer
to take us even further back
on transatlantic flights, and guess what?
This guy Percotti sat right next Miss Roskin
all the way from New York to London.
Their bookings were made by
the same Manhattan travel agents.
Bailey's scared, Joe,
and he's not interested in the money.
- I always said the guy was weird.
- All right, ease up.
We need some of this money
to pay our French friends for this gin palace.
Why hire a boat?
'Cause as soon as we're through,
we're clean off the island.
Dino's heavy-handed methods
have made that necessary if nothing else.
- Look, I do what you told me, nothing else.
- Dumb creep.
- Look, nobody calls me that!
- Oh, yeah?
All right, all right, all right!
Cool it. We got work to do.
Let's figure it out. Howard Bailey won't do
the interview, he won't take the money.
He won't contact Aberlini. But we know how
to get to Mr Bailey with that African film.
Now it's different tactics.
Vin, time for an encore, I think.
- You want I should do another Aberlini tape?
- No. Not this time.
The theft of her credentials
was obviously rigged.
I phoned the American TV company
and apparently they've never heard
of Miss Arlene Roskin.
Well, I know nothing about that, you understand.
Yet yesterday she drew £100000 from your bank.
- Correct.
- So where did it come from?
We have to be ultra discreet
about the sources of foreign money.
No, you don't. Not if they're criminal sources.
The funds were made available
from the New York account of a trading company,
- Alpha International of Brooklyn.
- That sounds more like it.
- Like what?
- Mafia money.
- Really? Money is just money to us.
- Oh, I'm sure.
However, there is one thing I can tell you,
you've got her name wrong. Well, slightly.
She did produce her passport.
But the name wasn't Roskin, it was Roscone.
That's Italian, isn't it?
She was Mafia all the time,
is that what you're saying?
I'm saying that the whole thing
was a ploy to fool Howard Bailey.
- And us. What about the Aberlini tape message?
- My guess is that was a fake as well.
But Bailey knows where Aberlini is
and that is what they wanted.
(INTERCOM BUZZES)
PEGGY: Excuse me, sir,
constable Goddard is reporting in.
- Crozier here.
- Car drew up a moment ago.
- Three blokes and a woman. Over.
- Describe them. Over.
I can only see one of them clearly.
(INTERCOM BUZZING)
Yes?
I am Monsieur Mercier.
I rang earlier concerning an antique.
The carousel. Yes of course.
I don't know what was said,
but Bailey's letting them in. Over.
Could be Roscone and her burglar friend.
By the sound of those descriptions,
it could be almost anyone.
I don't think Bailey would thank us
for bursting in on the meeting
of the Jersey Book Club.
Stay on watch. Sergeant Bergerac's on his way.
- What's this?
- Mr Bailey, we should talk.
Howard, this is Joe Conte,
Dino Percotti and Vinnie Marchetta.
- No need to explain who they are. And you?
- Afraid so.
Congratulations, very convincing.
Not too hard.
I used to work for one of the networks.
You see, Mr Bailey,
if you'd just agreed to do the interview,
- you'd have taken us to Tony Aberlini.
- Hmm.
Now, we must try and persuade you
some other way.
Wait! Hey, watch it!
- You won't find Aberlini through me.
- Too many scruples, Howard, that's your trouble.
Very nice.
- Very dinky.
- Mind how you play with that, it's fragile.
- Where did you get this meathead?
- MRS WALLACE: Mr Bailey!
Mr Bailey, will you need me
first thing tomorrow because I...
It's all right, Mrs Wallace.
This is my housekeeper.
She just has to collect her children.
- Oh, I think not. Which way?
- Along there.
- Sit down, please. Make yourselves comfortable.
- Thanks very much.
Be sensible. Does it really matter to you
whether we get Aberlini or not?
- I'm not gonna shop him.
- He shopped his own kind.
He's a brave man.
Is he dying, by the way?
Howard, he is just as ruthless
as anyone else in the brotherhood.
Bravery means a lot to you, Mr Bailey, huh?
I mean, you wouldn't want the world to know
the truth about you, right?
I hear you really sweated
when Dino ran the trailer for this at the club.
Why don't we enJoy the rest
of the nauseating story? Put it on.
- No change?
- Nobody in or out.
That's Bailey, the housekeeper
and four unidentified guests.
Yeah.
- Shin over the wall?
- Hardly.
He's got an alarm system
and that fence is electrified.
(MAN GROANING ON TV)
He set up that firing squad for you, didn't he?
You did nothing to stop it.
- How could I?
- Oh, you didn't even try.
You didn't even order your cameraman to stop.
Our television hero. Man of the people.
Too scared for his own skin.
There you are. Take a good look.
Two young mercenaries put to death
for your entertainment.
(SCREAMING ON TV)
MAN ON TV: Squad, right turn! Marshal.
The parents of one of those white boys
threatened to kill you, is that right?
Stop it, will you?
Tell us where to find Tony Aberlini
and the film is yours.
Otherwise, there's plenty
of muckrakers who'd love to have it.
They'd make it a lot more public than last night.
Why, even your Queen, who gave you that OBE,
she might see it.
Do what he says.
No. You can do what you like with the film.
In that case, you leave us no alternative
but to use other methods.
(BUZZING)
You. Answer it.
Be natural.
- Yes?
- Sergeant Bergerac to see Mr Bailey, please.
Make him go away.
I'm afraid that's not possible.
- Tell him I just want to ask...
- He's not here. He's gone out.
- Perhaps I could wait?
- I'm sorry. I'm not allowed to let anyone in.
Is there a message?
No, just tell him I called by,
would you?
Look, I'm not convinced
this is a hostage situation.
Well, even if it isn't,
what have we got to lose?
You've got more to lose than I have,
of course.
Look, just be discreet in here.
We don't want every Tom, Dick and Harry
knowing what we're looking for, do we?
SUSAN: This is the orangery.
This is the front elevation taken from the lawn.
That's facing south.
That's the new extension.
That's on the southeast corner.
Now, the back, there's a very large courtyard.
Hey, hold it there. Wind it back.
That's it. Now play.
Yeah, hold that frame.
- What's that? Is that a door?
- It leads into the boiler room.
Can you get from there
up to the rest of the house?
Yes, if I remember rightly...
Yes, through the wine cellar,
up the stairs
and you're into the hall.
Can we get one of the boys from the security firm
to open the gate?
And we go in like gangbusters
to find a bible-reading circle?
I can imagine what your ex-father-in-law
would make of that, not to mention the press.
(RADIO BEEPING)
Crozier.
PEGGY: DC Goddard reports
hearing shots, sir. Over.
Right, we're on our way.
- Jesus, Joe, why don't you just hang out a sign?
- Just getting Howard's attention.
Go get the housekeeper.
- Now wait a goddamn minute!
- I said, get the housekeeper.
- You're gonna get a real kick out of this, Howard.
- He means it!
Oh, Howard knows that, don't you, Howard?
He's gonna give it some real serious thought.
- What's wrong?
- Bloody thing's locked, isn't it?
Quietly.
- No!
- Stop it, stop it! Make him stop it!
Tell us what we wanna know and it's over.
And this time you can do it
without any risk to yourself at all.
- MRS WALLACE: Oh, no. No!
- Dino, shoot her.
(SCREAMING)
Wait! I thought I heard something.
Vinnie, go check.
(WHISPERING) Quietly.
(GLASS SHATTERING)
Oh, terrific. All right, and together.
- There's a team of cops outside!
- Everybody, upstairs! Come on move!
Police, drop your guns! Don't!
I'm walking out of here with her.
You shoot, she gets it first.
Excuse me.
- You okay?
- Fine.
Well, thanks for your help.
That was a very brave move you made.
Thank you, Sergeant.