Bergerac (1981–1991): Season 5, Episode 3 - Root and Branch - full transcript

WOMAN ON PA: Will Mrs Deborah Bergerac
please come to Customer Services?

- Deborah Bergerac.
- OPERATOR: Hold the line, please.

Hello? Hello?

I'm sorry, Mrs Bergerac,
the caller seems to have rung off.

- Did they give a name?
- I'm sorry.

- Is anything wrong, madam?
- Yes, my shopping trolley, it's gone.

- Gone?
- Yes. I left it here,

and when I got back,
it seemed to have been moved.

You're quite sure it was here
you left it?

Well, of course I'm sure.

Well, presumably
the goods hadn't been paid for.



Well, of course not,
but that's not the point, is it?

Look, I know it sounds ridiculous.

There was this phone call for me,

and when I got there,
the caller had rung off,

and when I came back,
the trolley had vanished.

It was here!

Well, perhaps if madam
would like to choose again...

No, madam would not
like to choose again.

Madam has spent
the last half hour choosing.

It was here! Somebody must've...

Are you all right, madam?

Ah, Jim.
Just the fellow I wanted to see.

Hello, Charlie, what can I do fo you?

- Hello, Charles.
- Oh, hello, Peggy.



- How are we, then?
- Oh, mustn't complain.

- Anyway, nobody'd listen to me if I did.
- Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Oh, wouldn't you?

(CHUCKLING)

First name terms, now, are you? Charles?

Well, she has hidden depths,
you know, has that woman.

- Have you been exploing, Charlie?
- Certainly not.

(LAUGHING)

Anyway, have you got a minute
to spare, have you?

- No, I don't. Look.
- Only, you see, it's sort of a...

- family matter, really.
- Oh, okay, then. Let's go outside.

- What wrong with Debbie?
- Well, that's the $64,000 one, isn't it?

But I'm sure you'll agree with me
that over the past couple of years,

ou Deborah has, what you might call,
well, broken out a bit.

Yeah. Making up for lost time
is my distinct impression, Charlie.

Well, be that as it may,
but I must say I'm beginning to wonder.

- Wonder what?
- Wonder whether or not our Debbie has,

not to put too fine a point on it,
gone a bit...

Well, you know, doolally.

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, my God. I just don't believe this.
I do not believe it.

Are you listening to me, madam?

- Are you listening?
- What?

Oh, Mum, for God's sake!

This time last week,
this room was like a new pin.

You're back three days
and it's like a bloody pigsty again!

- Come on.
- Come on yourself! I'm not having it.

- Do you hear me? Well, do you?
- Yes.

Don't you dare so much as step outside
that door until that room's done!

- Right?
- Right!

- You got problems?
- Nothing that need bother you.

Picked a bad moment, have I?

Now whatever could
have given you that idea?

Hey, it's a bit early for that,
isn't it?

Must be opening time somewhere.

Besides, you are telling me that?

She getting through to you, is she?

Don't let it worry you.
You're well out of it.

You and the lovely Susan.

(GROANS)

How's you love life, then, eh?

It isn't, actually.
Not that it's any business of yours.

Any more than mine is yours, right?

Here, give me that.

You always did have
a way with ice cubes.

Practice made perfect.

Look, can I give you a bit of advice
about that stuff, as one who knows?

Oh, please spare me that.
I wrote the book, remember?

Charlie tells me you've been getting
some funny phone calls. Is that right?

Is this an official visit, then?

Heavy breathing in any of these calls?

As a matter of fact,
they weren't, actually.

The phone rings, I answer it.
Nothing for a couple of seconds.

Then they just ring off.

How long has this been going on?

- Couple of weeks.
- Have you had the phones checked?

Of course. But, then, it isn't just here
that it's been happening, is it?

The shop assistant obviously thought

I was two bricks short
of a load or something.

Well, I mean, she would, wouldn't she?

If you're gonna nick
somebody's shopping,

you do it the other side of the tills.

- Hi.
- Oh, hello, there. Going riding?

You detectives.
No, I'm going wind-surfing.

- Have you come to see me?
- Well, no, actually,

- I've come to see your mum.
- How boring.

- Well, in that case, I'm gonna...
- You've done you oom, have you?

Yes, Mother!

Um...

- Would it help if I had a word?
- Be my guest. It won't, though.

Oh, there's a good boy. Come on.

- How long have you had this one, then?
- Only a couple of days.

Granddad got him for me.

Keep me out of mischief
during the holidays.

She told you
about the phone calls, then?

Oh, eavesdropping, were we?

It's really weird.

They usually are, I mean,
people who go in for that sort of thing.

- Yeah, well...
- What do you mean, "Yeah, well"?

Well, nobody's ever around
when she gets these calls, are they?

Well, what about the one
down at the supermarket?

Yeah, well, she was on her own
there as well, wasn't she? Obviously.

You think she's making
the whole thing up, do you?

I don't know.

You can never tell
with people who drink a lot, can you?

(RINGING)

Hello?

MAN: It's the police,
calling on behalf of your husband.

Who?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Kim?

(SCREAMING)

(CLUCKING)

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

(SCREAMS)

(PHONE RINGING)

- Bureau des ?trangers.
- MAN: Sergeant Bergerac?

- Speaking.
- It's about your wife.

There's been an accident.

Oh, there you are, and about time, too.

I got here as soon as I could.
What is going on?

It's all right,
there's no need to panic.

- How is she?
- Lucky to be alive, if you ask me.

But apart from a few cuts and bruises...

Well, they're putting her to bed
at the moment.

It's all right, it's just a precaution.
She's obviously suffering from shock.

They want to keep her overnight
for observation.

Where's Kim? I thought you said Kim...

She's here,
she'll be with us in a minute.

- I don't like this.
- What?

The feeling
my family's being got at, you know?

What the hell was she doing
up there on a cliff, anyway?

Well, looking for you two, actually.
At least that's her story.

Look, I got this call
saying there'd been an accident.

Kim had fallen off her horse
and was up at High View Farm,

waiting for an ambulance.

This caller being a man, right?

A policeman. He said...
He said you asked him to let me know

because you'd dashed straight up there.

So, naturally, I just jumped in the car
and did the same thing.

- And then you went inside.
- I thought that's where they had her.

- And then I found your hat.
- My hat?

- You riding hat. It was on the stairs.
- But, Mum, I've had it all the time.

I tell you, there was a hat.

- The keys are still here.
- You see? What did I tell you?

Yes.

- I'll drive it back for her.
- Mmm.

No, I'm afraid the whole thing is
just a figment of her imagination.

I'm sorry, Jim. I should never have
involved you in the first place.

You know, I think it's a psychiatrist
she needs, not the police.

- It's locked.
- You see? I told you.

She's dreamed the whole thing up.

Yeah. It's dead easy to open,
though, isn't it?

No, after you.

(GROANS)

Blooming place is a pigsty.

Oh, heck!

Doesn't look
as if anybody's lived here for years.

Now, look, I tell you,
first of all she says

that the keys were taken out of her car,
and yet you found them in the ignition.

Then she says
she walked straight into the house,

but we found it all locked up.

Back door's open.

And Debs isn't the first one
who's been in here recently.

- You can see. Look at the floor.
- All right.

But she also says
that she found Kim's riding hat

on that window sill up there,
and there isn't a sign of it.

I don't know
what Deborah is up to at all.

Nope, nor do I.

But I don't think
it's just a figment of her imagination.

- By God, she was blooming lucky.
- Very.

Vandals, do you think?

Well, whatever it was,
it wasn't blown down by the wind.

Well?

Well, whatever else
she might have imagined,

she certainly didn't make up
that call in the supermarket.

The girl on the switchboard
remembers the incident clearly.

- And the name.
- So?

Eh? Look,

if that bit was true, it's reasonable
to assume the rest of it probably was.

Who on earth would want to start
persecuting her like that?

Well, for starters, someone who thinks
I'm still married to her.

- Why do you say that?
- Well, the bloke who rang me up

to tell me about the accident
said my wife was involved.

For a moment, I thought he meant you.

- Has she still kept the name Bergerac?
- Yeah, she surely has.

What do you make of that?

That was pushed
through Debbie's letterbox

just before she got the telephone calls.

Just some religious freaks
drumming up trade.

- They'll be all over the island.
- Oh, yeah.

- You had one?
- No.

No, I'm sorry, Jim.
I can't just drop everything.

I mean, I know
you look down your nose at it,

but I have got
very important work to do.

If you care at all about your daughter,

you'll get her
off this island right now.

Look, aren't you overdoing
this persecution stuff just a bit?

You asked me to help because you said
Debbie was going, what, doolally?

Was that the word you used?
Well, I'm telling you she's not.

But there is someone
at the end of a telephone line

trying to drive her that way.

Well, why on earth
should anyone want to do that?

I have no idea yet.

But I don't know, I...

I think that, somehow or other,
I'm the cause of all this.

And I think the further away Debbie is
from me at the moment, the better.

Well, if you say so.

I suppose I could take her
off to my place in Brittany.

Would that be far enough away for you?

Well, that's perfect.

And she's a bit nervy at the minute, so
let's play this whole thing down, okay?

- How do you mean?
- You tell her it's for her own good.

Complete change, rest, recuperation.

There's no point in terrifying her
with my theories.

And they ae only theoies
at the minute.

Are you sure?
She's not a child, you know.

I'm certain. Look, Charlie, believe me,
I know best, okay?

Brittany?

Aye, that house I bought there
last summer.

Well, it's quiet,
it's handy for the hydrofoil,

and if you get bored, you can always
give me a hand in the garden.

You know how I hate weeding.
Bung those in the boot, would you?

- Give you a hand?
- I'll be coming with you, of course.

I mean, I need a bit of a break.

- Was this your idea?
- Come on, get in.

Oh, well, take care, dear.

Give us a ring as soon as you get there,
will you?

- Make sure you've arrived safely.
- Okay, Jim.

Come on, Deborah!

- I won't get in the way, will I?
- How do you mean?

- Moving in with you and Susan.
- Oh!

As soon as it happens,
I'll let you know, all right?

(CHUCKLING) Okay.

(SHIP'S HORN BLOWING)

MAN ON PA: May I have
your attention please.

The 1600 hydrofoil to Guernsey

has been cancelled
due to operational reasons.

Passengers will now be travelling
on the 1700 hydrofoil. Thank you.

Hi.

Dad.

Carry it yourself, you lazy little tyke.

God.

Give that bag to your dad. Why aren't
you carrying it, Jim? Come on.

You think it might be someone
trying to get at you through her, then?

Well, it is a possibility,
don't you think?

Jim, there's a phone call for you.

Bit out of touch, though,
if they think you two are still married.

Suggests somebody who's been
out of circulation for a bit, don't it?

Or someone you put
out of circulation, perhaps?

- MAN: Excuse me, sir.
- Thank you.

Hello?

MAN: Hello, Jim?

- Who is this, please?
- Crafty one, that, Jim.

Getting her off the island.
Very smart.

But, then, you always were smat.

Who am I talking to?

Never you mind.

"God takes a text
and preacheth patience."

And that's something
that I've learnt to be, is that.

Patient.

She'll come back.

And in the meantime,

"Where one falls..."

Eh?

(CHUCKLES)

(RINGING)

- Hello?
- JIM: Hi, Susan?

Oh, hi.

- You all right?
- Of course. Why?

No, I dropped her off
just a few minutes ago.

- Where?
- Well, she's gone riding.

On her own?

(DOOR LOSES)

(RINGING)

Dandy?

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(HONKING)

(SCREAMING)

(HONKING)

(KIM SCREAMING)

Kim!

(KIM SCREAMING)

All right, all right, all right.
Okay, okay. You're all right, now.

(SOBBING)

Did you say LSD?

Yeah. Enough, apparently,
to blow the horse into orbit. Bastard.

How is she, Doctor?

Oh, she'll be all right.
I've given her a sedative.

If you're still worried about her
in the morning,

just pop round to the surgery.

Right, we'll do that. This way.

(RINGING)

I'll get that.

- Hello?
- MAN: Sergeant Bergerac?

- Yes, hold on.
- It's about your wife.

Yeah?

Well, in the nick of time, eh, Jim?

Now, listen, you.
Just leave them alone, all right?

Getting to you, am I, Jim?

- Now, listen...
- No! You listen!

"An eye for an eye," right?

"Hand for hand, foot for foot.

"Burning for burning, wound for wound."

"Root and branch."

Now what the hell
could he have meant by that?

- What?
- That was him, wasn't it?

Hey, come on, love,
you're supposed to be in bed.

- Wasn't it?
- Come on, darling, it's all right.

Come on, come on.
Let you dad take care of it.

(HORN BLOWING)

Now Granddad'll be there to meet you,
all right?

- Yeah, okay.
- Now, as soon as you get there...

- I'll ring.
- Yeah, well, don't forget.

- Okay? All right.
- I won't.

- Bye.
- Take care.

Bye.

Excuse me, please.

JIM: It's as if someone's
trying to tell me something.

I mean, there's this bit.

"And he looked for judgement
and beheld oppression."

What did you say?

"Woe unto them that call good evil
and evil good."

I don't know,
it's all about oppression, revenge...

Well, he certainly knows his Bible,
whoever he is.

Assuming it's the same man
who wrote these.

No, I mean what he said on the telephone
about "An eye fo an eye,

- "a tooth for a tooth."
- Well, everyone knows that.

Yes, but how many people
know the rest of it?

This bit about,
"Wound for wound, burning for burning."

Let's see those daily bulletins.

- Sydney Sterrat.
- Sydney Sterrat?

Yep. Put him away about six years ago
for arson, would you believe.

- Arson?
- Yeah, apparently the business he was in

was going bust,
so he decided to put a match to it

and cop for the insurance.

Very uncleverly, as I remember.

- Lamont Street?
- That's the one.

I remember him.
Why do you think he's our man?

Well, he may not be, of course,
but according to that,

he was released two weeks ago.

- What, and came back to Jersey?
- Yeah, looks like it.

And before he became
an unsuccessful businessman,

our Sydney studied for the priesthood.

He was thrown out
because he was unsuitable.

When he got his sentence,
he called down everything on everybody,

from hellfire and damnation
to the original plague of the frogs.

I'll deal with it.

Hey, hang on.

- Are you serious?
- Very.

Well, if it is Sterrat,
it was my collar,

and it is my family
which has been threatened, right?

Exactly, which makes you just about the
last person on the force to handle it,

so I'll deal with it.

(PHONE RINGING)

Bergerac.

- Jim?
- Hello, Charlie.

Just guess who me and Deborah
have brought back.

Oh, thank God for that. No problems?

No, no, it was all
quite straightforward,

- Careful!
- Oh!

(CHUCKLING)

Well, no, they'e a bit busy
at the moment, you see,

unloading the car.

Don't waste any time, do you, Charlie,
whipping the workers to work, eh?

Well, I mean, there's no point
in having offspring

and barking yourself, is there?

I'll get them to ring you later, Jim.

- Yeah, do that, thanks.
- Bye.

Bye, Charlie.

Bloody hell.

- Hello, Barry.
- Hi.

- Are you off duty?
- Yeah, thank God.

No, you're not.

- Well, where are we off to?
- Just to visit someone from my past.

Sterrat had gone into business
for himself, you see.

Computers, software, the whole bit.

The right sort of racket to be in,
even six years ago.

Yeah, if you had the capital,
if you were fast on your feet

and if you knew what you were doing.

Which, presumably, he didn't.

Oh, he knew his way around
the practical side, all right.

But pretty soon he was right in it,
right over his head.

That was when he had the bright idea
of setting fire to the place

and settling for the insurance.

That's when I came on the scene.

Young cop, like you.
Bit over-keen, you know,

anxious to make an impression.

Look, I'm not sure
if I should be doing this.

It needs to look a bit official,
all right?

Yeah, but you could lose
you warrant card.

Well, I hope you never
have to make that choice.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

- Ah, Mrs Sterrat?
- Yes.

- We are police officers.
- Yes?

Well, it seems a shame to give
the neighbours a treat. Can we come in?

Thank you.

JIM: "My son, if sinners entice thee,
consent thou not."

Where is Sydney, Mrs Sterrat?

I don't know.

- But he does live here now, doesn't he?
- Yes.

And you wouldn't know where he's gone?

He comes and goes as he pleases.
I don't mind.

What about her?

- His wife, where's she?
- She died.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know that.

Three months after you took him away.

An overdose, they said.

Not everyone can cope.

How do you mean, cope?

With them talking about you
all the time, pointing at you.

In the shops, at the hairdressers.

She couldn't.

But, of course,

when she found
she was carrying his child as well,

she just couldn't cope.

Give me talk-through with Delta One.

There, sir.

(SIGHS)

Thanks, Peggy.
Well, that's it for tonight.

Would you tell Goddard
to stick his head in before he goes?

Oh, I'm afraid he's out, sir.

He went off with Sergeant Bergerac
an hour or so ago.

- Did he say where he was going?
- No.

Something to do with the Sterrat missus,
I think. Good night, sir.

Good night, Peggy.

(PHONE RINGING)

Crozier speaking.

What?

- Oh, good night, Peg.
- Night.

Oh, Barry, Chief Inspector
wanted to see you.

Wonder what he wants.

- On you way, Barry.
- What?

Well, you're off duty, remember?
I'll deal with Barney.

- Oh, Jim.
- It's none of your business, all right?

Oh, hello, are you still here?

Don't you ever do that again,
do you hear? Not ever.

- What are you talking about?
- You know what I'm talking about.

Who the hell do you think you are,
Dirty Harry or something?

You think
I'm not taking this case seriously?

I spent all morning organising
a watch on Sterrat's house

and you come charging in here
and screw it up in two minutes.

Oh, come on, we all know
that Sterrat would never go back there.

Oh, you're a mind reader as well,
are you?

Look, I'm warning you.

When I tell you you're not
handling a case, I mean it, all right?

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes, sir.

Bergerac.

No, no, he's off until tomorrow
about 9:00, all right?

(PHONE RINGING)

- Bergerac.
- MAN: Hello, Jim? Remember me?

Now, listen, Sterrat.
It is Sterrat, isn't it?

Oh, clever Jim.

- Listen, I said.
- No, you listen.

Because I've got somebody here
that wants to talk to you.

Come on.

- Go on.
- Dad?

Kim? Where are you?

STERRAT: It's flesh of your flesh, Jim.

Would you like a word
with the lovely Debbie as well?

And good old cheerful Charlie?

What do you want?

Be sure you sins will find you out.

I want you over here with us, Jim.

One big, happy family.

And quickly.

- All right, I'll come.
- And alone, And unarmed.

- Yeah, all right.
- Because if you're not,

guess who gets it first?

Yeah, all right, I'll come.
I've got a problem. Transport.

I won't be able to make it till noon
at the earliest. Is that all right?

All right. We'll see you then.

Oh, Jim,

just one moe thing before you ring off.

Hello?

(SCREAMING)

What was that?

Sterrat!

Now that's what Kim gets, Jim,
if you try and trick me.

The Lord will chastise you
with scorpions.

- Something wrong?
- Oh, no.

- I thought you shouted.
- Me? No, no.

Yes, well, see you tomorrow.

- Good night.
- Yeah, good night.

(DOOR LOSES)

- I'm coming with you.
- No, you certainly are not.

Look, Jim, once, just once,
you cannot do this by yourself.

Susan, what use would you be?

Listen, listen.

This man is a dangerous psychopath.
There's no telling what he might do.

Exactly.
That's why you can't do it alone.

Have you thought about
the French police? Alert them.

Of course I thought
of the French police, obviously.

But if they surround him,
he'll start shooting at everything,

- including himself.
- And you if they don't.

I told him
I will be there tomorrow morning

and that I will be on my own
and that is exactly what I will be.

- It's just bloody irresponsible!
- Don't tell me what it is or is not!

- They're my family.
- For God's sake!

Look, shouting at each other's
not going to solve it, is it?

I'm going to do this
and I'm going to do it on my own.

End of argument.

You always do.

Here.

- Can I ask you something?
- You can ask.

Why us?

What is it the Bible says?
"An eye fo an eye."

In this case, it's a wife for a wife.

Except she's not his wife, is she?
Not any more.

No, I realised that once I'd started.

Still, seeing as you're here...

So where the hell is he?

I'm afraid I don't know, sir.

After your efforts yesterday,
I'm not sure I believe that.

He's gone chasing
after that Sterrat again, hasn't he?

A bloody fool he is sometimes.

Peggy? Get me Susan Young on the phone,
will you?

Time to put some pressure on.

I'm all right,
I just need some fresh air.

I'm all right.

She used to go like that.

- What?
- Rachel. My wife.

It's how we first realised
that she was pregnant.

We were out walking
on the cliffs one day.

Suddenly, she just came over faint.

Just like you did in there.

I can't tell you how desperate we were
to have a baby.

We tried and tried.

At first we thought it was my fault.

Then it just happened.

There she was, pregnant.

We made a deal.

She would have he choice of names
if it was a girl,

me if it was a boy.

I think that was the worst part of it.

You know, not knowing
what it would've been, a boy or a girl.

I feel sorry for you.

Yes.

I believe perhaps you do.

At least, I think you understand

the hurt that your husband
has caused us.

We both share that, you and I.

We share it.

I'll be all right, now, thank you.

Oh, good.

Susan, you're not helping him, you know.

I don't know what you're talking about.

- By trying to cover for him.
- I'm not!

Look, I know he doesn't think anybody
else is capable of dealing with this,

but I can assure you,
they are and they will.

- Look, he's not trying...
- Listen, Susan,

quite apart from flagrantly
disobeying my orders,

he could be in real danger,
so just tell me where he is!

Believe me,
I tried to persuade him not to go.

Go? Go where?

He caught the early-morning ferry
for St Malo.

So you're telling me he's in France.

Look, please, can I go to the bathroom?

You wouldn't be thinking
of trying anything heroic, would you?

Who, me?

All right. Come on.

Oh, and do be here, both of you,
when I get back, won't you?

Otherwise it's "Goodbye, Charlie."

(DOOR LOSES)

- You've got two minutes.
- Thank you very much.

Leave the door open.

(TOILET FLUSHING)

(INAUDIBLE)

STERRAT: Hurry up.

Just coming.

(GROANING)

Dad! Dad, what's the matter?

God, I don't...
I don't know, it's a pain, I...

- What's the matter with him?
- Can't you see?

He's obviously having
some sort of heart attack!

- I'm warning you, no tricks!
- Oh, for God's sake, man!

All right!

(GASPS)

(SOBBING)

Oh, very clever, Jim.
Now, get over here.

On you knees!

Move.

Look, this is just between us two,
isn't it? You and me, right?

No, you're wrong, Jim.

"Root and branch." Remember?

But they haven't done anything to you.

Had my wife and child
done anything to you?

You still killed them!

- I killed them?
- You.

You and that bastard judge
that sent me down for six years. Six!

It was my first offence for God's sake!

And the others. The jury.

And the suppliers
who let me get in over my head

and then chopped me off at the ankles!
Oh, there's a list of them, Jim.

I actually made a list.
Do you know that?

And I'm going to get around to them,
each and every one of them.

And where are you on that list, Sydney?

Right at the top in pride of place
where you belong, eh?

Oh, you're forgetting, Jim.
I'm the victim!

I'm forgetting nothing, mate.
If you were sent down,

it was nobody's fault but your own.
It's your own bloody fault!

Rubbish.

I was the investigating officer,
remember?

I saw the books. They were a joke!

- Jim!
- I remember thinking at the time,

"It must be some kind of idiot
to get in this deep this quickly."

Did you have a good laugh
about it, Jim, eh? At my expense?

Let me tell you something.
They crucified me.

They sold me all this stuff, right?

Thousands of pounds worth
of the very latest stuff.

Only what they didn't tell me was
that this latest stuff

in six months' time wasn't going to be
the latest stuff any more!

It was going to be obsolete! Useless!
Out of date!

And do you know what they did, Jim?
They laughed at me.

Just like you lot!

So what did you do,
set a match to it, yeah?

To hell with it all, let it burn, right?

And then collect the insurance?

What the hell would you have done?

Well, whatever it was, Sydney,

it'd have been a bloody sight cleverer
than what you did.

I mean, let's face it.

- DEBORAH: Jim...
- A raw recruit

straight out of
the Cheltenham Charm School

would have sussed
that that fire was no accident.

Sydney, you just can't make it,
can you, eh?

You can't make it as a businessman,
you can't make it as a villain,

- you can't even make it as a husband...
- Jim, please.

- ...can you?
- That's a bloody lie!

Well, it's the truth,
it wasn't my fault she died.

It wasn't the judge's fault,
it wasn't even the suppliers' fault.

It was your own bloody,
stupid fault, Sydney.

- No.
- Yes.

Because if you hadn't cocked it up
the way you did,

you'd never have been sent down,
would you?

And if you hadn't been sent down,

she wouldn't have ended up
killing herself, would she?

And your child.

It wasn't me that killed them, Sydney.
It was you.

You bastard!

(GROANING)

(DEBORAH SOBBING)

SYDNEY: Shoot.

Shoot me.

Because I am telling you,
as God is my judge,

if you don't, I will.

- Are you all right, Deb?
- No thanks to you.

You must've been bloody mad
working him up like that.

- I was trying to draw his fire.
- I could have been killed in there!

Oh, come on, Deb, it's only a nick.

Bloody stupid thing to do!

You come over here with no weapon,
no proper backup...

Now where have I heard that before, eh?

It's not funny, Jim.

You see, your poblem is
nothing matters to you.

Nothing and nobody
so long as Jim Bergerac gets his man.

She's quite right, you know, Jim.
You must have been out of your mind.

- Oh, thank you, Charlie.
- Out of the way, Dad.

What is this?

That's my resignation.

You disappoint me, Jim.
I really didn't think you were the type.

- Type for what?
- To feel sorry for yourself.

(SCOFFS)

- Is that what I'm doing, is it?
- Well, isn't it?

Look, I save the whole damn lot of them
from being blown to kingdom come,

I risk my job to do it,
not to mention my life,

and what happens?

My ex-wife says she's staying off Jersey
for good, treats me like a leper.

The other two are nealy as bad,
and then Susan

almost breaks a leg running to you
to tell you where it is I am.

I mean, what do you expect?

Well, I can ask you the same question.
What do you expect?

The George Medal for bravery?

A full-page commendation
in The Police Gazette?

Look, you broke the rules again,

practically every bloody rule
in the book this time.

Okay, so it worked out for you,
you were lucky,

but you still broke the rules.

And, for the record, Susan did not
come running to me, actually.

I more or less had to drag it out of her
with thumbscrews.

Not that it took Sexton Blake
to work out where you'd gone.

You owe us both an apology.

Well, you've got it, haven't you?

I mean, it's there in front of you.
All you have to do is to accept it.

Don't tempt me.

Do me a favour, Sergeant.
Take your bleeding heart out of here

and go and cry all over somebody else,
all right?