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Get out of it!

- He's pulled the pin out! - Drop it!

- Come on! - Get out!

February the 9th,

the executive jet that was spotted taking off from a German racetrack

leaving behind a cargo of small arms dumped on the tarmac.

Well, May the 9th, Greek coaster tied up in Shoreham Harbour, Sussex,

fire in the hold.

Skipper swore black and blue he didn't know he was carrying cordite.

And now our boatload of Scotch, plus extras.

The chief is convinced and I am convinced

that all three incidents are linked, part of a pattern.

So I want to see the file.

I take it we do have a file?

I see. If there ever was a file, you've lost it.

It's just that, in the last few days before Jim left the Bureau,

there was a bit of a rush.

- Saying goodbye to everyone, you know. - No, I don't know, Pettit.

I don't know how you and Lomas and Bergerac could lose an important file.

That's his last worksheets, the month of July.

- What's this? - Sir?

"Investigating a disturbance at the yacht club?

"Break-in at the tennis club in St Lawrence?"

Did he think I was born yesterday?

No, sir. It's just that after all his years with the Bureau...

So what?

He did have a lot of people to say goodbye to.

There's no mention of it here. Files signed in. Files signed out.

Otherwise, nothing.

Right. I want this missing file of his.

And we stick with our cargo of Scotch even if it takes all year, understood?

Yes, sir.

Jim!

- Jim? - Yeah!

Lunch.

- When are these going to be ready? - Father has a mysterious way of knowing.

- Don't you ever stop? - I like this work.

It will get harder when the picking starts.

That suits me.

You don't miss being a policeman?

What do you think? Come here.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Good friends, we're gathered here today

to say happy birthday to young Roderick here.

Margaret and I are very happy to announce that he has just achieved

an A-level distinction in computer studies.

And in the autumn,

he will be moving on to university to study business management

with the aim, of course, of entering the family business...

And become a real wally like his father.

...and taking his place beside me...

...in the company boardroom.

It is not often, nowadays, that a father can say

that he welcomes the chance of working alongside his son.

All the child needs is the love of a bad woman.

Well, Roderick's got a girlfriend, actually, Sarah.

And it is for that reason, ladies and gentlemen,

that I ask you to raise your glasses

and drink a toast to Roderick Hazelton.

To Roderick.

- To Roderick. - Aye. To Roderick.

- Well? - Tomorrow, maybe the next day.

The problem is not the grapes but the pickers.

Every bottle of wine that leaves this château has my name on it?

A family's name.

And every year, the family come down to help with the grape harvest.

But not this year, no.

Family of ten.

They go their own way.

And what am I left with? Students. English students.

Excuse me, will you?

Well, young Roderick, this is a nice little shindig you've got here.

Get a few presents, did you?

Yes, sir. Lots of bits and pieces for my computer.

Computer?

- Anyone for a refill? - Yeah, aye. Thanks, Arthur, very much.

I've just been hearing about your young man.

I hope he's going out on the town this evening, celebrating.

No, I don't think so. He tells me he's working.

- On his birthday? - I'm saving money to go off to France.

And he's got this bee in his bonnet about paying for it all himself.

You must be so proud.

- It's all right for some, innit? - Yeah.

- Did I hear right? - What's that?

There's no picking today or tomorrow, either.

Well, it doesn't look like it, does it?

Do we get paid for hanging around and doing nothing?

- Paid in advance, like. - There's no payment in advance.

- That's that then, innit? - We've got enough for a couple of beers.

- How much you got there? - Fiver.

- So what we gonna eat tonight? - Grapes.

So what's happening here, then?

They're turning it into some kind of foreign exchange or something.

Come on, Roderick. All this lot's gotta go.

A little pressie I got for my birthday.

Seems like we're through to the international market.

I think we're on to something here.

Cable network. Everyone on it shares the same software and database.

It's quite an achievement, really, getting through their security system.

Of course, if it was one of the big high street banks,

it would be impossible.

Roderick, is all of this legal?

No, but it's interesting.

- Pair of kings. - Two jacks.

Full house.

- This is the life. - You're not wrong.

Yeah, it's just like being on holiday.

- Don't say that. - Why not?

Holidays with my old man, he goes to Spain, gets all uptight.

Keeps office hours on the beach.

Only way he knows he's on holiday, he's got the trots.

What we in for now, then, Deggs?

It is...

65 francs.

- What we got left? - Not enough.

Bad news?

Listen, this is froggyland,

pay at the end after you've finished drinking.

You're on, my man.

Busy in Tokyo, isn't it? Wonder if anyone would miss a few quid.

Of course they would.

Roderick, stop this.

I could shift that decimal point and nobody'd ever know.

They'd put it down to computer error.

Only joking, Chris.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

There's four missing.

I'll get it.

Hello?

- Yes. Stay there. - They're inside.

Calm down! Break it up. Break it up.

Come on. Come on.

- What's all this about? - They drink, they have no money.

Just working up a tab.

Calm it, fellas.

Come on, you. Out. Out. Go on, out.

- How much is this gonna cost? - 200 franc for drinks.

But how many thousand for all this?

- Yeah, I see. - No, you do not see, Mr Bergerac.

Other villages, they have problems,

but we do not expect it here in St Armand.

And not from the Château Leufroid.

This is a small community. Jean-Pierre is an old friend.

I come out of this affair very badly, Jim.

- Sorry, Albert. I did my best. - But that is not enough.

- The students must go. - All four?

Well, the three who started the fight leave first thing in the morning.

Without pay.

He thinks it's my fault.

Jim!

Jim, téléphone, le Bureau.

Baz, finish it off?

Do us a favour, Ben, that was a long time ago.

Come on, it's only a couple of months.

Look, I'm talking about arms shipments, Jim.

Possibly involving an executive jet.

- Jim? - Hang on, I'm thinking.

There's a couple of colourful characters in there.

- John, John, um... Yeah. - Yeah.

John Ripley Gascoigne was the fellow, who only got his residency last May.

The interesting thing about him was that

until a few years ago, he'd been an arms dealer.

- Are you sure? - It's legal, Ben. Quite legal.

There are these respectable firms that make guns,

sell them to governments, and they go off bang.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, how colourful?

Well, the word was that he had a very

pleasant way of dealing with people who upset him.

- Are you sure you've got enough money? - Yes, Dad.

Your father's only trying to help, darling.

We'll be miles away in the Canaries, out of reach.

Enough to cover all your expenses?

Yes, well, I thought I'd get some casual work down there.

Fruit picking. Grape picking.

And you think that's going to teach you a lot, do you?

- Bye-bye. - Bye-bye, darling. Take care.

Bye-bye.

We can hold off for one day only.

Perhaps I can get some help from Gerard.

No, you can't. He's in the same position as you.

- Look, no more students. - Papa, we are three people short.

The long range forecast-storms!

And there you go.

- Sandra? - Richard.

Better make it Ricky.

How's about that, then?

Merci.

£17,000?

You just program me the computer

to pick up the last transaction coming out of Tokyo.

- It's simple. - Simple?

It's there for the picking.

Talking of picking,

- some casual work would be a good idea. - But...

Blend in with other kids, cover our tracks.

"John Ripley Gascoigne, born 1947, arms dealer."

- All legitimate? - So Jim said, yeah.

He worked as a salesman for Bofors, 1972 to '78,

and then moved to ArmaLite.

That could be useful, couldn't it? Building up his outside contacts.

Doesn't mean a thing.

He must be worth checking out there, surely.

- Is that it? - No, not quite. No.

- Well, what's the last reference? - 1984.

Gascoigne was linked with a man called Abdul Kadash, Libya.

Now, Kadash was indicted in New York on 17 charges,

but there's nothing definite on Gascoigne for the past six months.

Not since he came to Jersey. Only hearsay.

Albert's got to make his mind up.

Either he wants the grapes picked or he doesn't.

The mighty midget.

Come down here to help us out, have you? Do the heavy work?

- I've worked before. - Yeah? What at?

On my first day, they made me Chancellor of the Exchequer.

Turn the lights off when you've finished, okay?

- Will do. Thanks. - Sleep well.

- Morning, Gascoigne. - Morning.

Nice little motor.

Well, I thought we'd have breakfast in the garden.

- Lovely view. - Well, you can see it all down there.

Through here.

Where's Ricky?

- You don't mind, do you? - No, no, help yourself.

Thanks a lot.

- You a biker, are you? - Yeah.

Okay, then. Show us a wheelie.

Back home I have to lift him around on my scooter.

Now remember, these grapes have the name of the château on them.

The name of the wine? So we treat them carefully.

See, I've been reading up on the money market.

The international money market where profits are instant.

- Quite so, old love. - The global money.

Billions of dollars going around the world in a few seconds.

One of the chaps, I was reading, he said that the sky up there

used to be full of Dickie birds, now it's full of Deutschmarks.

Dollars and yen moving in and out of shares.

- And currencies and commodities. - Exactly, dealing.

No longer producing things like lawn mowers, garden furniture,

but making money out of money.

Tricky business, Charlie. Information is the key.

Exactly.

So that's why I thought we would have this little chat.

- What's all this? - I don't know, I just...

- And why aren't you wearing your hat? - I can handle it.

Yeah, sure you can. Come on, into the shade.

- And stick that on your head. - You sound just like my father.

- That bad? - Yeah.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

- How long you going to stay here? - I don't know.

You're off to University in a couple of weeks, yeah?

Yeah.

- You don't sound too keen. - No, I'm not even sure I'll turn up.

- Well, won't that upset a few people? - Maybe.

But I've got plans.

Yeah, well, so have I, for you.

Five minutes, I want you back out there, okay?

Thank you.

Could be quite a good time for a little transaction out of Tokyo.

- Hit Wall Street just before dawn. - Yes?

And buy against the dollar market. Dollar falls, you pick up.

Yeah, if it falls.

Rumours on Wall Street, interest rates are rising.

- Well... - Fat fellow in a suit told me.

Get him to make it the last transaction out of Tokyo.

Would you make it the last transaction out of Tokyo?

Why the last transaction out of Tokyo, exactly?

Just a little wrinkle.

Didn't want too many dealers seeing it up on the screen.

Inside information, Charlie.

All you have to do is keep quiet about it, old love.

Hey! Come on.

Hi. Well, as Wall Street's just opened,

I thought I'd quite like to hear the result of my little transaction.

Look,

it was hard enough getting the old man to take you on in the first place.

One more trick like that and you are finished. Got it?

But damn it, I stood here this morning when he gave me a receipt for £40,000.

Quite so, sir.

But as you can see, here.

There's been a mistake. A mistake in your computer somewhere.

So what are you gonna do about it?

Well, of course, we'll ring head office right away.

Aye, so I should think.

- No, hang on a minute. - Sir?

Well, it's bound to sort itself out, isn't it? Yes?

No need to panic.

You have my number. I'll wait till I hear from you.

Keep coming.

Back, back, back, back, back, back, stop.

There for the picking.

Only one thing it could be, computer hacking.

Hey, come on, Charlie, the bank's covering up.

They've got somebody who can't work a keyboard,

some little girl with her mind on other things, and who can blame her?

- What do you mean? - The bank has made a balls-up.

You gave them the money, they gave you a receipt.

If you keep quiet about the insider trading,

in a couple of days they'll come across.

That name means anything to you?

Well, it means much to me at the moment.

He runs something called Galna Financial Services.

And he travels about a lot.

- Lester, this has got to be kept... - Sure, Willy. Schtum.

What I need from you is an account of the tickets he's bought,

scheduled flights he's taken, where to, how long for...

Well, that's easy. None.

- What? - He's got his own private plane.

Executive jet.

- Files his own flight plans. - Yeah?

We store old ones for three months.

Does what's filed on a flight plan square with what actually happens?

Well, generally speaking, yes. Why you so interested?

Good day?

Papa! I thought you were pleased.

- They were 12. - All except two.

Let me check.

Five hundred L1 automatic rifles.

50,000 rounds of ammunition, can do.

Also, 1009-millimetre pistols.

And the Semtex explosive?

Don't need to look at the file for that one, old love.

- Absolutely not available. - Why is that, please?

The answer's quite simple.

Semtex is made in Czechoslovakia.

Since the demise of the Berlin Wall,

they promised not to sell to organisations like yours.

And in return, we've promised to sell them

Access cards, piña coladas, and Kylie Minogue.

- This is your little joke, yes? - No. I'm dead serious.

Only thing I can get hold of is gelignite.

You remember gelignite, do you?

I can get you any colour you like. As long as it's grey.

- Have you got the toothpaste? - Yeah, sure.

Merci.

This is burnt. What a mess.

Gelignite?

Yes.

Not easy to get hold of.

There's a bauxite man in France, somewhere near Montpellier.

We had a bit of a contratemps with the man last time.

- Monsieur Laborde. - Well, he is basically dishonest.

But I can handle Laborde.

No, they don't want us.

- What do you think to it? - Very good.

- Classy, isn't he? - Certainly is.

- And he has got plans, hasn't he? - Plans, definitely.

But not the same ones his father's got for him.

His father's a businessman.

Ricky says big business is ruining the world.

What?

It's stopping people doing things about the real problems,

the greenhouse effect, the ozone layer.

- You can smile. - No, no, I'm not...

- Go on, Ricky, tell them. - Yes, please.

It's simple.

The world we live in is 4,600 million years old.

- Well, that's a big number, isn't it? - Easy number.

Forty-six with a lot of noughts after it.

So, take away the noughts, just think of the world as being 46 years old.

- Okay. - And out of those 46 years,

it's only in the last minute

the businessmen have turned the world into a rubbish tip.

What are you gonna do about it?

Ricky's gonna tell the world the truth.

And to do that he's gonna make money out of big business, a lot of money.

Shut up.

That your bag, is it?

Go on, get out.

What's all this?

Nearly 17,000 quid's worth there.

There's another 36 grand there.

I'm not a mind reader, Charlie.

You'll have to tell me what you're thinking.

I'm beginning to thing I got in with the wrong sort of fellow.

Like who?

A chap called Gascoigne, John Gascoigne.

- I know him. - You know him? How?

Blooming Ada, it's not a police matter, is it?

Look, Charlie, is this just social chit-chat?

You're trying to tell me something?

I think I'm in trouble, Jim. And I'm down £36,000.

- Laborde. - Yes?

You're not going to like this.

Five hundred kilos of gelignite, grade A?

How could he ask for that kind of money?

That's got to be a coincidence, isn't it, Charlie?

How did he get to you, anyway?

By train from St Malo.

- Boats from Jersey dock at St Malo. - Yeah, but so do boats from Portsmouth.

- Look, I'll have it out with him, okay? - Yeah, well...

Yes, Charlie. I'll see you.

What's that?

- It's... - It's what?

- Ricky. - It's my father's.

There's a guy down here selling a factory site,

he said he wanted it all kept quiet.

Big business, all that kind of stuff?

Look, this is my rucksack, and you've got no right.

- I'll call the police. - No.

- Pa... - No. No police.

I'm trying to harvest my grapes, if the police come...

I cannot afford to lose any more workers, or any more time.

But the money?

Well, I'm not sure about the money, if he stole it or not.

- He stole the motorbike. - Yeah, well, I said he could use that.

That old bike, I was going to throw it out.

No police, then?

No. No.

Do you know, this is the first time

I've ever been anywhere like this.

- Really? - In my whole life.

Just somewhere to talk. Only room available, I'm sorry.

Don't apologise, Superintendent. I'm intrigued.

- I'm hoping you can help us. - With your inquiries?

Well, yes.

You see, I'm interested in anyone who owns or flies

a private aeroplane using Jersey Airport.

Thank you, Julie.

Not very elegant, Mr Gascoigne, but it's hardly the Ritz, is it?

- The plane I fly. - That, too.

I'm not sure how I can help you.

I'll tell you what it is.

A maverick executive jet has been spotted

making some odd unauthorised take-offs and landings,

mostly at night, in out of the way places,

in France, Germany, and the UK.

You wouldn't have any idea who that might be, would you?

I'm sorry, I haven't a clue.

No, well, doesn't matter. But for form's sake...

- Tea all right? - Fine, thanks.

Good.

For form's sake, we're going through all the flight plans of any private aircraft

using Jersey Airport to see if we can find a pattern.

Anything that doesn't look right.

I wish you luck, Superintendent.

This maverick pilot, what's he been up to?

Little sealed packages, is it?

Could be.

I hope you catch him.

We will.

I'm not sure it was all that smart.

Look, I'll drop it back tonight after dark.

It's not as if we're stealing anything.

Yes, we are. Money.

When we talked about it, no one got hurt.

We were hitting the right people, big business people.

- And what? - And it was clever. You were clever.

It's not just numbers up on a screen.

It's pieces of paper insured by more pieces of paper.

You're missing out what money means, what anything means.

What?

You don't understand, do you?

I understand.

- Let's just speed things up. - Yeah.

I rather think I don't quite like Superintendent Crozier.

- Do you reckon they're on to us? - I don't think so.

I think it's probably dope smugglers they're after.

What's next on the agenda?

Laborde.

Well, if Laborde's the only one we've got to play with,

we have to have him on the team. Be a good lad and pay the man.

Got any five franc pieces?

Not sure we'll make the Tokyo exchange, they're just about to shut up shop.

- A couple of minutes left. - Come on, give it a try.

Just made it.

Nothing goes right this year. Nothing.

- You got a spare? - It's not dependable.

I'll go into town and get a new one.

Best thing in the end for everyone. Okay?

That's not exactly what you meant, is it?

Yes, it is. I'm gonna buy a new tyre.

What's the problem?

Our friend, Laborde, he's not coming through with the gelignite.

- What? - Claims the money's not enough.

- Not nearly enough. - All right, get him on the phone.

I've tried that.

The problem, old love,

how do we deliver this stuff in a couple of days to a very important customer?

Get the plane fuel led up, we'll go down and sort out that Frenchman.

With Superintendent Crozier watching?

Now, well, I'm chasing up this computer hacking business.

I've just booked myself a ticket to Marseilles,

I think I may have a lead down there.

I thought you two would like to know.

- We may see you down there. - Where, in Marseilles?

Montpellier. Going out today in my plane.

Put in a little water skiing along the coast.

Well, you wouldn't fancy giving me a lift as well, would you?

I mean, I could always un-book my ticket.

Why not? Glad to have you along.

We take off at 5..00.

Well, thanks very much.

My pleasure, Charlie. Bye.

We can be quite open about this trip.

Charlie Hungerford's on the Law and Order Committee.

Mr Killick, City chum of ours.

How do you do?

Jersey ground.

Golf, Bravo, Juliet, India, Romeo.

Golf, India, Romeo. Jersey patrol clearing you for take-off.

Maybe we know some of the same people. What firm are you in?

Meredith, Fripp and Fripp.

- And what do you do for them? - I'm on the door.

Technical term, Charlie. To do with unit trusts.

- Why don't you stretch out over there? - All right.

You left in a bit of a hurry, didn't you?

- If it's the bike... - I'm not worried about the bike.

Shouldn't this be somewhere safe?

He's not collecting for la musique, he's sticking it in his arm.

- How do you know? - I used to be a policeman.

- Have you ever been this fast before? - Hold tight!

- Come on. - You have to be joking.

I think I'm getting the hang of this.

Look, it isn't me you want, it's them.

Golf, India, Romeo, control here.

Please turn off the main runway on exit D for Delta

and approach customs area.

If you fancy a flight back in a couple of days, Charlie,

why don't you give us your number?

Thanks very much. I might take you up on that.

Here we are.

- Château? - Leufroid. It's at St Armand.

Well, thanks again. I've enjoyed every minute of it.

- Bon voyage. - Thank you.

Charlie, how nice to see you. Come in.

Sorry I'm a bit late, my dear.

It's wonderful to be back again.

Where's Jim?

He's gone missing since this morning when he went off with the pickup truck.

And not even a phone call.

Probably got himself arrested for speeding?

Cheers.

- Santé. Santé. - Santé.

Laborde.

Thank you, Alan.

- Guv. - Yes?

- Request from the French police in Aix. - Yes. What?

Can we confirm that Jim Bergerac used to work here?

That he's a man of good character and highest integrity.

I don't know. Can we confirm that?

I mean, if we can't, he might be in a spot of trouble, mightn't he?

We have witnesses.

Young people who saw you handle the boy roughly, causing him to panic.

- It wasn't like that. - No?

No.

- What about the rucksack? - Yes.

The one you say he was carrying.

- Well, didn't you pick him up? - No. He disappeared.

But the contents of the rucksack,

over half a million francs.

- Really, monsieur? - Check on it.

Ring the Château Leufroid in St Armand.

He's on his own.

Morning, old love.

I've been in touch with the Château Leufroid.

- Good. - But nobody there has seen a rucksack.

I must ask you, Inspector, who did you speak to?

- Does it matter? - Yes, it does.

Monsieur Leufroid.

Albert and his precious grape picking. No police.

We sent you 45,000 pounds sterling

from our Tokyo account.

Five hundred kilos to await collection, the rest to be forwarded on.

And yet, according to this, you received peanuts.

Not enough to buy a second-hand car.

You have been at it, haven't you?

- But it's the truth. - I don't believe you.

And I can't afford to spend all day arguing the toss.

So, what I suggest is this.

You hand over the first lot of gelignite,

lend us one of your vans to transport it.

I drive back here tomorrow, sort out the money.

- Word of a gentleman. - No.

- Takes you back. - Mind yourself.

Put that one in the car.

John Ripley Gascoigne. When did he take off?

Yesterday, 17:00.

- No hold-ups? - Nope.

Good. It tallies with the flight plan he filed.

Tallies exactly. Except that this time there was one extra in the party.

- A friend of yours. - Well, yes. Who?

Charlie Hungerford.

Then I doubt if there'll be anything to report this time.

- I saw that film. - What film?

The one with the lorry load of explosives. Where it went up.

That was nitroglycerin, this is gelignite.

Why do you think they've been using gelignite for years and years?

Because it's safe. Trust me.

Can't he hurry it up?

♪ Summertime and the living is easy

♪ The fish is jumping

What a lousy road.

Come on. Come on.

♪ Hold me, baby, don't go ♪

Let me drive.

Poor old Killick.

Let's get out of here.

What am I going to tell the Kraut?

Well, there was some confusion.

Yeah, with Monsieur Albert?

I believe his daughter managed to retrieve the situation.

- Jim, are you all right? - Yeah, sure.

- And Ricky? - Mademoiselle,

there must be five million students just like him in this city.

Excuse me.

What was all that?

An explosion on the road near Montpellier. A car and a lorry involved.

Was anyone hurt?

The driver of the car had an injured hand.

But he got away. Didn't ask for help.

- Hello, Charlie. - Jim! Just the fella!

Come on. Come on in.

I'm gonna have a cup of tea. Do you want one?

Yeah. Now, look, Jim, I'm pretty sure I'm on to something.

- About this money business. - Look, Charlie, forget it.

Chalk it up to experience, will you?

But Jim, it's that blasted kid.

I don't want to hear about it.

Jim, you're not being very kind. Charlie's flown all this way.

- Well, he wasted his money. - I didn't pay.

A friend of mine flew me down. John Gascoigne.

That friend.

Do you know the last job I had before I left the Bureau

was to investigate that man?

What, some smart little deal on the stock exchange, was it?

No. He deals in arms, explosives.

Nothing was ever proved, of course.

Well, all I can tell you is

he gave me a free lift down to Montpellier in his private plane.

- To Montpellier? - Aye.

Leave that.

What happens to gelignite

that's past its sell-by date, if it's stored too long?

It separates.

Becomes weeping gelignite.

And highly volatile.

Laborde.

What the hell is going on?

Louis. How much you got, then?

- No, leave that one. - What for?

I need it for evidence. We know how to handle it.

I can't believe it!

That Frenchman trying to blow me to kingdom come.

Okay.

Now, let's hear your side of it.

- What do you mean, my side? - The money.

I've got Laborde's receipt. Where's ours?

You went through the Tokyo exchange?

We've got to get out. Finish with it.

- But it means me going back. - What?

I've got to take the disc out of the computer.

Destroy the evidence.

Well, your parents are still away.

There's a train in three hours.

- Charlie. - What about him?

Well, he burbled on about computer hacking.

I told him not to be so daft. And what did we do?

Kissed him goodbye at the airport and put him in a taxi.

- But he left his address. - It's in my coat.

Yeah, but damn it, Jim, surely you can give me a bit of help?

No, Charlie.

Jim, I have not behaved well.

I mean, you did not come back from the town and I had no tractor tyre.

Okay, Albert. Do you want a hand now?

This should interest you, Charlie. The amount you drink.

The only thing that interests me is getting results out of this trip.

And you say you can't help me 'cause you're no longer a policeman.

What's the matter with you, for God's sake?

There it is.

Old love.

Well, that good friend of yours?

Charlie, we were just passing.

Well, it's very nice to see you again.

- This is Jim Bergerac. - Haven't we met before?

Don't think so, I'm in the wine trade here.

I hope it's not inconvenient.

Just wanted a little word. Business, you know.

But damn it, we'll both be in trouble.

Just leave it to me. I'll sort it out.

- Well, shouldn't we go to the police? - Charlie, it's got to be fast.

Well, you can't just breeze in here and breeze out again.

- I mean, it's my money, too, you know. - I'll give you a call, okay?

Nice to meet you, Mr Bergerac.

- That was a bit quick, wasn't it? - Aye, it was.

Gascoigne sent 45 grand through the Tokyo exchange

and got four and a half grand out the other end.

Ten percent, same as me.

- Ricky? - Aye, you're dead right.

- What else did you tell him? - Well, only what you told me,

that Ricky had this magic box thing

and he could have come over on the boat from Jersey.

- Nothing else? - Well, no.

Except he seemed to have taken up with these hippies in town.

Well, what's up now?

- Did you see the back of their car? - No.

There was an explosion.

Gascoigne was setting up some kind of arms deal

and Ricky screwed it up. Come on.

Train ticket. Boat ticket.

- I'm worried. - There's nothing to worry about.

- Leaving you here. - Only for an hour.

I'll be in Paris by 9:00, wait for you there.

It's too risky for both of us to go back.

I suppose you're right.

I know that girl.

Hey.

They know.

- They know what. - He's gone.

Back to Jersey.

The money's no problem. The bank will pay out on insurance.

Killick blown to bits and it should have been me.

Justice I'm after. Poetic justice.

So you see, Danielle, I have to go.

- Bureau... - Hello.

Jim.

Willy, listen, could you do us a favour?

I don't know why you ever left.

Yeah, what is it?

Could you get yourself along to the docks, 9:00 tomorrow morning?

I suppose I could make some excuse.

Right, you get yourself down there, and you haul off a young lad

who'll be on the St Malo ferry, okay? His name is Richard Greyling, Ricky.

How am I going to recognise him?

He's tall, skinny, he's got curly black hair.

He's a scruffy sort of kid.

Would passengers travelling with vehicles

please make their way to the car decks now?

Would passengers travelling with vehicles

please make their way to the car deck now?

Excuse me, I'm looking for the bureau de change.

- Do you know where it is? - Yeah.

It's just through there on the right.

- Through these double doors? - Through the double doors...

Double doors, turn right.

- Thank you very much. Much obliged. - You're welcome.

- They found gelignite. - Who?

French police.

A case of it in a ruined house.

It's old stuff. Volatile.

And they suspect some of it may still be missing.

Charlie.

- I've gotta make a phone call. - All right.

- No, he said the Ricky kid didn't show. - He didn't?

- Wasn't on the boat. - What about Gascoigne?

Can you find out if he's back in the island?

Yeah, sure.

We both know what I'm talking about, computer hacking.

Who could have had access, and how?

This could become a police matter.

Are you a policeman, sir?

No.

If the police contact us, we'll answer questions.

You've called quite a few times today.

- Barney, I need help fast. - Do you?

That's the international money market, you see.

They had to take over an extra floor.

Filing cabinets, discs, lots of heavy stuff up there?

Well, the bank employees wouldn't have shifted it.

Television screens, computers.

They'd have had to get in casual workers.

- Students? - Aye.

And where would they get them?

Chris, Roderick.

Listen, how good's your chemistry?

- Is that is? - Yeah.

I don't know.

First I thought somebody'd slipped it in my bag

and get it through customs, drugs or something.

Doesn't look like drugs, though.

- Well? - Hang about.

- It's, um... - What?

- I reckon it's gelignite. - Gelignite?

It's harmless. It can't go off without a detonator.

Without a detonator, you could play football with it.

Or bash it about all day with a bat.

Come on.

Must be separating or something.

Hey!

Get down, Charlie.

Come on, fast. Come on.

There we are. There. You okay?

Come on.

You all right, then?

God.

- Do you know a man called Gascoigne? - No.

He just tried to blow you to pieces.

You took his money.

And now, I want you to put it back.

- What? - On that computer thing of yours.

I'll give you 15 minutes.

Fifteen minutes while I hold the squad cars off, okay?

And can you trace other transactions for me?

- On dates I'll give you. February? May? - Yeah, I think so.

I think it'll do you good in court, then.

There are a lot of policemen out there who would like to catch Mr Gascoigne.

Well, go on.

- What is all this? - Volatile gelignite.

It produces a clear liquid,

if you expose it to air, it turns into a gas.

And if you put it close to a spark in an enclosed space...

Well, the forecast was wrong.

Made it through to the end of the picking.

It's traditional, Charlie. The last of the grapes.

Trois, deux, un!

That's traditional, too.