Bergerac

'It's an odd contrast, isn't it?

'When I was there, the whole country was teeming with fanatics.'

I remember a battle in Pyongyang, Hill 41,

where hundreds of them were killed

for no military purpose.

It was quite senseless.

But it was typical... typical.

There will be a film documentary here, after the book.

You'd know more about that. I just want the bloody thing published.

Are the films helping? Eh? The films?

Oh, yes, very good for jogging the old memory.

Don't forget to keep looking for more personal photos.

The book will need plenty. Right.

Oh, incidentally, I've had a good idea for the title. Oh, yes?

How about "The Village"? No...

It hasn't got enough... punch. You know?

But we'll think of something. Don't worry. No, no.

Er... yes.

Edith... EDITH?

Oh, are you going, Mr Morton? He's had enough for one day.

I was going to offer you tea. Thanks, but I like to get away.

Make notes. Let's talk about Kinthly tomorrow.

Fill me in on his character. Fine, fine.

Look... I'll drive you into town.

Oh, I enjoy the bus, thanks.

Gives me a chance to look at your island.

Usual time in the morning?

No, a bit later. 9.30.

The morning tide's just right for a spot of fishing.

Unless you'd like to join me? No, thanks, Major. I'll chat Edith up.

Find out about you behind your back.

Mrs Furneaux.

I don't know if I trust that young man.

The publishers think he's reliable.

How reliable are they?! Don't start again, Edith! It's boring!

What are you doing? Who are you?

You sent for us. Sgt Bergerac.

You've no business just walking in. He's critically ill.

Yeah, I can see that.

What happened? He was found on the rocks, unconscious.

He's had a severe blow on the back of his head. Don't touch him.

Do you know who he is? No.

Why call in the Bureau, not the local police?

This was the only thing we found on him.

Hotel key. That makes him a visitor, wouldn't you think?

You missed your vocation, sister.

Perhaps we ought to swap jobs, Jim.

Don't you recognise me? We were at school together. St Mark's.

Nancy Phillips? As was.

Good God! Ooh, sorry!

What will happen now?

I'll chase this up. What are his chances?

Can't tell. Depends how long he's like this.

Let me know if there's any change. Yes.

Nice to see you again... Nancy.

Bye.

He's Australian, I think. Lives in London somewhere.

We'll have his address downstairs.

Name's Morton, Stanley Morton.

Doesn't look as though he's here on holiday. I don't think he is.

He goes out at 8.00 every morning. Comes back at 6.30.

Has a few drinks, dinner, then sits up typing half the night.

Typing? Mmm. Perhaps he's a salesman, typing out orders.

No idea. He doesn't use the basket.

You like to play cop, too? Well, the staff have been mystified.

They know he types, because of complaints.

He presumably puts it all in his briefcase. His what?

He's never without it. He was when they found him.

Have you checked Fleet Street? He's not on the papers?

What does he write, then?

What sort of books?

Yeah, if you would, please.

I don't know. Anything...

I said, ANYTHING you can find! We haven't anything here.

Thanks!

Frankie? Good morning. Have you been here all night?

What a waste! What? I said, what a waste.

You could have been in bed with me. They need this urgently.

I'll get coffee.

I think they could hear your phone call in Guernsey. London, bad line.

You have to shout at foreigners, or they don't understand!

Pardon?

Isn't it finished? No. I'm not happy with the nose.

Looks OK to me. I have to finish it today in his office.

Why the rush? It's for a presentation tonight. He's retiring.

Do you have to be there? No. I'll see you at the barge? I'll try.

Listen, can you see if the library have any books by Stanley Morton?

What? Stanley Morton...

Have you got any charcoal?

Stanley... Jim!

I don't know if I'll have time.

Come on, the office is next door to the library!

If I can. Thanks.

Where's Stanley?

He's not here yet.

Mullet. The best I could do.

Well cooked, best there is. Thought you might have met him somewhere.

How could I? I've been fishing. You don't always do what you say.

You heard me last night. I said 9.30 quite clearly.

Ah, yes. I... I'd like to speak to Mr Morton, please.

Stanley Morton.

I'm afraid Mr Morton's in hospital.

He was attacked last night in town.

Whoever uses it smokes, a light strawberry jam.

Doesn't clean it and has none too gentle a touch.

Sorry. Oh, hello, Joe. Hello.

Oh, the ribbon will tell you more. It's quite new.

It's been typed over, but you can read the occasional letter or word.

Where?

K-O-R-E-A, for starters.

I can't see that. Years of training.

Oh, yeah. Is there anything else?

"Guns", "Attack"... Oh, and a name.

It could be "Furnell", though I'm not certain.

I hope nobody reads my ribbons!

What would they find, love? Never you mind!

He's still unconscious. It could be days!

Gerald, you'll give up the book now.

Of course not. Worst case, we'll get a new ghost writer, or whatever.

It's no good looking like that.

Edith, I've got a contract and a date to meet.

If you were sensible... Oh, darling, have a cup of tea and take a Valium.

As there's no work to do, I'll go out for an hour or so.

Is the water hot? Not very.

Could it be "Furneaux"?

Is it an "F" there? Yes, "F"...

"U"... "U"...

"R"... "N", there.

"U"... There's a Major Furneaux, Mayan Cottage, Portlet Bay.

It's oriental, isn't it? Yes.

It's Gerald's. Where did he get it?

Korea? Well, yes, I... I think he did.

I wanted to talk to him about Stanley Morton.

Oh. You don't know him, do you?

Oh, I'm... I'm terribly bad at names, I'm afraid.

He seemed to know yours quite well.

Well enough to type it, Mrs Furneaux.

Ach, greenfly! Hmm?

Ah, yes, I think Gerald did mention his name, yes.

Where can I find the Major?

..Mrs Furneaux?

You might find him at the yacht club. Thank you very much.

Twin screws, diesel. The more horsepower, the happier I feel.

I never was a canvas man.

Yes, but there's less skill involved, Hungerford.

More time to drink scotch, though!

There's a small parcel at reception, sir. Just delivered.

For me? Yes, sir.

Lucky fellow, nobody leaves me any parcels!

I'd better see what it's about.

£1.20, sir. Er... yes.

Yes, yes.

All right, Harry. Put it on my bill. Thank you, sir.

'I have destroyed all your tapes and notes your friend made.

'Let's hope that's the end of it, Furneaux.'

Evening, Major.

Hello... Hi.

Who let you in then?

Just mentioned your name, Charlie. Opens all doors.

You were with a Major Furneaux. The Major?

Aye, he's just gone off to reception to collect something.

Is he a friend?

Well, he buys me a drink, if I pay for it myself.

Hope he doesn't buy me one. He's not in trouble?

That kind of thing drags the club down.

But YOU'RE a member. On the committee.

That's what I mean. Eh?

See you, Charlie.

Good morning, sir.

Oh, God!

You can walk through the tunnel. It's...

You have a room for Mr Hedley Cross. I am he.

Book me a table somewhere when I can get a decent meal.

Not here, I think.

I shall... er... be in the bar.

What's Mr Morton doing in Jersey? We're writing a book together.

What sort of book? Well, it's a war story.

Soldiers in Korea.

Based on your experiences? Yes.

Yes, he's a... ghost writer. You know he was attacked?

Yes. We had an appointment. When he didn't turn up, I phoned the hotel.

We think he had his briefcase stolen. Any idea what was in it?

No, none at all.

Did you see him yesterday? What? He left the cottage about 5.30.

With the case? Yes.

And you were working all day yesterday? We were.

So, he must have had his notes with him. Presumably, yes.

Look, I've got to go now, the wife will be wondering. She worries.

Does Morton carry a lot of cash?

How the hell should I know?

And your relationship was purely professional? Of course it was!

That's a bloody strange question.

It's a strange business, Major. Yes, yes.

Yes, well, I've got to go now.

It's impossible. Mr Morton is still unconscious.

How much longer? It's unpredictable.

Another grey area of medical science.

I'm staying at the Hotel Pontac.

Please inform me when the unpredictable occurs.

Hello, sailor!