(elegant upbeat music) (music increases) (slow poignant music) (car doors slam) (speaking French) (mysterious music) (footsteps treading) (suspenseful music) (object knocked) (speaking French) (statute thumps) - Hey!

(speaking French) (guns fire) (bullet whizzes) (shattered glass clatters) (gravel crunches) (engine revs) (somber music) - Pass me that webbing stretche.

- Listen to this.

(stretcher thuds) "Last week another chateau in northern France was sold.

The Japanese Yansee Corporation paid 10 million francs for what will become their European headquarters.

The value was substantially reduced after thieves had stripped the house shortly before the auction sale."

- Japanese could afford it.

- Well, I know that, Lovejoy, but that's not the point.

- What is the point?

- The point is, are we ready?

It says in here that 1992 is gonna be a time of great opportunity for companies who are ready.

- Yeah?

- Well, are we ready?

- Oh, I think so.

Don't you?

- "Britain is no longer an isla.

It is part of the European stat, and companies who want to survi2 must start making executive decisions right now."

- They're right, Eric.

And my number one executive decision will be whose turn is it to make the te?

- Tsk.

That's typical of you two.

Can't take anything seriously.

Well, don't look at me.

I've made it for the last three.

It's your turn, Lovejoy.

(Lovejoy sighs) (object clatters) (light chamber music) - Architectural theft.

In plain lingo, that's nicking anything from fireplaces to statues.

This is the worst kind of steal, taking the art and craftsmanship that's taken centuries to build.

The cultural heritage of a nati.

I mean, once it's gone, you can't get it back.

Can you imagine a Victorian fireplace in a Tokyo apartment, a Louis XV table in a California beach house.

No, it just ain't the same.

And these people, they tear the sinews and heart out of the nation.

They strip it of its national w. And what have we got left in End if not our past?

(phone rings) - Lovejoy Associates.

Yes, Eric Catchpole is one of our field agents.

He called on you?

And now you'd like Mr. Lovejoy .

Um, where and when?

- Carlton Grange, three o'clock this afternoon?

I, I didn't catch the name.

Madeleine Gil... (phone clatters) (bell rings) Madeleine Gilbert.

- Who was that?

(sweeping romantic music) Uh, where are you going?

- To get changed, of course.

- What's with him?

- I don't know.

He was fine until that phone ca.

- [Eric] Ha!

Stone the crows.

Tinker.

- All set?

- Who is this woman?

- Woman?

Madeleine Gilbert is a motion pr of premier magnitude.

- Madeleine, who?

- I don't expect you to have heard of her, Eric.

But Lovejoy, frankly, I'm shock.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Madeleine Gilbert, "Waterloo Bound," "Midnight in " - Oh, not to mention the "Lady " (romantic music) and the unforgettable "Goddess of Sahara."

- A bit before our time, Tink.

- Ah, Lovejoy.

Even now, there are those who would give their right arm (music increases) to meet Madeleine Gilbert.

And by jingo, (door slams) I'm one of them.

Drive on.

(car rumbling) (music crescendos) (car doors slam) Remember, Lovejoy, we are aboutt one of the greatest stars of th.

- Just you remember, Tinker, that we are here in a professional capacity to discuss antiques.

(Tinker raps door) - But I must get her autograph.

- (muttering) Oh.

- When the time is right.

(latch opens) - [Tinker] Good afternoon.

We have an appointment with the lady at the house.

- Miss Gilbert is expecting you.

(door creaks) (door slams) (footsteps echo) - Good morning.

- Good afternoon.

- Ah, I knew Miss Gilbert would be a lady of exquisite ta.

(footsteps resonate) (latch opens) - They're here, madame.

- Mr. Lovejoy and Mr. Dill.

(romantic music) - Oh, this is an honor, mum.

You stole my heart when I was very, very young and have kept it ever since.

- Oh, h-h-how sad.

Um, Michael, do you think we could have the tea for our guests?

- Certainly, madame.

- When you announced your retir, it was a black day for this cou.

The British film industry has yet to recover, to have lost the finest actress of her generation, the most beautiful, the brightet star of the silver screen.

- Oh, please stop.

I finished with all that sort of thing a long time ago.

- Time will run back and fetch the age of gold.

- Oh.

Are you familiar with Milton, M. - No, I was under the impression I was here to talk about antiqus - Yes.

Uh, of course.

And do please stop calling me m. I'm not royalty, you know.

- I'm sorry, mum.

- Michael will explain my predi.

I find it all rather upsetting.

- Madame has had a recent bereat and now faces considerable deat.

- Oh, my deep sympathies.

Was it your husband?

- Oh no, no, no, no.

He died years ago.

No, it was, um, Jojo.

- Jojo?

- The late master's pet chimpan.

- Oh, I see.

- To avoid death duties.

My husband many years ago made over a deed of gift to Jojo.

Unfortunately, he omitted to tell the authorities that John Joseph, as he called him, was, um, a chimpanzee.

- The authorities are now awares and are claiming not only the original death duties, but substantial penalty payments and interest.

- They say the deed is invalid.

It's all too embarrassing.

- Your associate, Mr. Catchpole, recommended you most highly.

But I'm afraid past experience has taught us that someone in madame's positin can so easily be taken advantag.

So, you wouldn't mind a little confirmation of my own.

Mr. Catchpole informed us that , what is known in the trade, as .

- [Lovejoy] Mm hmm.

- So, you wouldn't have any troe telling us which of these is ren and which is the genuine articl.

To help you, this one is- - Michael, just give it to me, .

(tea pouring) Silver plate, leaden pitch infi, early 19th century, British, moderate quality, value about 8,000 pounds.

(candlestick clatters) (Lovejoy sighs) Ah, yeah, this is stunning, isn?

Paul de Lamerie, about 1730, solid silver, cast.

It's magnificent workmanship.

Value, 50 grand and up.

Any more game?

- Oh.

(mildly chuckling) - (chuckling) No more games, Mr. You passed my test as soon as you entered the room.

One can tell everything about a man by his deportment, if one knows how to look.

- That's quite a compliment coming from you, lady of your standing.

I have a question.

- Oh, by all means, Mr. Lovejoy.

- Why me?

Why not Sotheby's, for example?

- Many years ago, I managed to step out of the spotlight, and I have no intention of stepping back in.

- We quite understand, mum, and guarantee you absolute disc.

- So, will you help me with the?

- How could we refuse the request of a beautiful lady?

(gentle music) (engine revs) (brakes squeal) (brake handle ratchets) (birds chirping) - You're right, Tink.

She's a lovely lady.

20 years ago, I'd have fancied .

- Life is nothing but an endless process of decay.

My usual, thank you.

- Aren't you due back in the shop window by now?

- Eric, you have no class.

- Yeah, well if it means dressin' like that, I'm glad that I haven't.

- Eric, old chum, you'll be pleased to know that all those days spent knocking on doors, come rain, come shine, have not been in vain.

- If it's money you're to Lovejoy, forget it.

- Ah, you remember the time you walked selflessly up that endless, twisting path to Carlton Grange?

- No.

- And then met one of England's greatest screen goddesses.

- No, and I think I'd remember a screen goddess.

- Madeleine Gilbert.

(glasses tink) - Oh, Madeleine Gilbert, that o.

No, I never met her.

Bloke wouldn't let me in, but I left him one of our cards.

- There are some real gems here.

- As one would expect.

It's criminal she has to sell a.

- Well, we'll see what we can d. - I dunno what you two are gettin' so sentimental about.

Think of all the commission on .

- Eric, antiques are not just any old commodity.

They have a special relationship with their owners, and we have a special relationship with them.

- Sorry, Lovejoy.

- I mean, how would you feel if you found some stranger picky through your Led Zeppelin colle?

- Yeah, I see what you mean.

- There are more important things in life than money, Eric.

We're dealing with a lady of unique sensibilities.

- Exactly.

Now, I'm gonna leave you two here to finish off.

What about a sales room, Tink?

- She doesn't want any publicit.

But this little lot will attract the best dealers.

We need a sale room with discreet London connections.

- Got it.

Old Sam Barnes at Dels We'll use the Cambridge sale rom - Old Sam Barnes is dead, Sam B.

But Delauney's is perfect.

(footsteps stomping) - Can I help you?

- Oh, hello.

Yeah, I'm Lovejoy.

I'm looking for Mel Ford, the a.

Is you around?

I, I spoke to his secretary, made an appointment.

- You spoke to me, and I'm not his secretary.

- I'm sorry.

No offense.

Ah, just tell him I called and I'd appreciate rescheduling the appointment.

- Mr. Lovejoy.

I'm Mel Ford, Melanie Ford, the auctioneer.

- Well.

Things are looking up.

I though- - You thought wrong.

What can I do for you?

- Well, I've got a client who has got numerous items to s. I was going to put them in your, but I'm sure there's lots of other auctioneers who'd appreciate the business.

I'm sorry.

- Mr. Lovejoy.

I'm sorry, but I get sick and tired of people assuming that because I'm a woman, I cannot possibly be an auctioneer.

Please.

Delauney's will be glad to handle your business.

Do you have an inventory?

- Preliminary evaluation.

(paper rustles) - This looks promising.

George II satinwood games table.

What condition?

- My client is a lady of impecc, but I think you should view the items with me tomorrow after I take you to lunch.

- Mr. Lovejoy.

- No, mister, just Lovejoy.

- Lovejoy, if I had been a man as you expe, would you be asking me out to l?

- (chuckles) Certainly not.

- I'll pick up the tab.

(light jazz music) Bill please.

- [Waiter] Certainly.

- Well, thank you very much.

I enjoyed that.

- So did I.

- So, tell me more about how you became an auctioneer.

- Well, as I said, I read classics at Cambridge, and then I applied to all the major auction houses.

The ones who bothered to reply suggested I was overqualified.

So they advised me to take a secretarial course.

That's why I snapped your head off yesterday.

Anyway, I went in as sale room t and worked my way up.

- Where next?

- London, head office, or maybe even the international.

It's not the money.

It's where the major pieces cir.

- Where the major players are.

- Well, yes, but they don't interest me so much.

But what about you?

Well, it's clear you've got the talent for this business.

What happened?

- What do you mean, what happen?

- Well, you obviously have a gre and the reputation as a divvy, and you like beautiful things.

- Oh, I do, I do.

- Perhaps (speaking French) is your problem.

Or, as I suspect in your case, ?

- Didn't say you studied languages as well.

- I'm French.

Well, half.

- [Lovejoy] Good job.

- My mother comes from Bordeaux.

- [Lovejoy] Your father?

- My father, he's English.

- What's he do.

- Uh, not much, actually.

He's from a titled family with .

I'm afraid he's one of those pee who grew up accustomed to not w. (dramatic music) (car door slams) - Ah, Michel.

I know you'll find this one worthwhile, Michel.

Then after that, that's it.

We .

- Are we, again?

- That's what I thought we said.

(dramatic music) - Where is the owner?

- She's in her room packing.

She's staying the night with fr.

This kind of thing can be very traumatic, you know?

And she couldn't bear the thought of seeing her lifetime turn into an inventory.

- There's some beautiful things.

How much can we include in the ?

- I wanna keep it to a minimum.

- Death duties or tax?

- Death duties.

How'd you know?

- It's usually one or the other.

- Just remember, Mel, the client is a very special lady, and I want everything to go as y and as smoothly as possible.

- You have my word.

Now, why can't you tell me who ?

I'm going to find out anyway.

- Oh, all in good time.

Tell me, do you get a buzz out of running an auction?

- Oh, the first time I was terr.

You have to be very fun with some of the dealers, especially the Germans.

One sign of weakness, and they're all over you.

- Do you think it helps being a?

- Oh, I thought of one or two tricks to heat up the bidding.

- Oh, I bet you have.

(engine turns over) Eric?

- Problem?

- It won't start, Lovejoy.

She's never done this before.

British, you see.

Reliable as a.

- Just about as ugly.

Jump in.

I'll give you a lift home.

(engine starts) - Where do you think you're goi?

- I'm comin' with you, aren't I?

- No, you're not.

- You'll think of something, Er.

(car door slams) (whimsical music) (swimmer splashes) I didn't realize you meant your.

- It's not.

Actually, this is where my fath.

- Thought daddy had no money.

- Not a bean.

He's house sittin.

The owner is abroad.

- Yes, nice work if you can get.

- I hope you didn't get the wrong impression.

(water splashes) I didn't know the house was emp.

Anyway, I fancied a swim.

(birds chirping) (lips smack softly) - If you wanted your wicked way, you should have said so.

Then I needn't have got wet?

(Melanie moans) (phone chirps) - Hello.

Dad.

Fine.

I'm with a friend.

(lips smack gently) Okay, goodbye.

(antenna clicks closed) - How is she?

- Says she's missing you.

(Michel speaking French) Look, you don't really need me on this trip, do you?

Oh, yes, sir.

I do.

(radio static crackles) (speaking French) (radio static crackles) (engine starts) (engine rumbles) (mellow romantic music) - Some days, life takes on a whole new meaning.

The green grass, the birds on t, the whole wondrous nature of the planet Earth becomes a perfect mystic fusion.

Well, for me, anyway.

Thank you, darling.

(cork pops) Tink.

Yes, put a bottle on my tab for you and Eric, would you?

Sounds if you're getting your oats, Lovejoy.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, I'm just phone to see how M. (whispers) It's my car.

- How you getting on, Eric?

- Give us a chance.

She's only been here a week.

- No, I mean Lovejoy's car.

- Oh, it's still a bit of a non.

- It's still a bit, it's not ready yet, Lovejoy.

- (whispering) Gotta keep at it.

(mellow romantic music) (lips smack softly) - Come along, Scotty.

(Michael groans) Ooh, there we are.

There's a Lucy.

Sit.

Sit, darling, sit.

(car door slams) There's a good girl.

There we are.

(elegant harpsichord music) (music bell dings) (speaking French) (engine rumbles) (mellow romantic music) (Melanie sighs) - I once thought of becoming an auctioneer.

- You don't seem to have done too well as a deer.

- Well, you know me.

Easy come, easy go.

- Oh?

Does that apply to your women t?

- Mm hmm.

- Conceited bastard.

(couple giggles) (Lovejoy sighs) (door squeaks open) (objects clatter) (suspenseful music) (footsteps crunch gravel) (speaking French) (hammer pounding) - [Man] Go!

(Michel speaking French) (speaking French) - Yes.

(mellow romantic music) (tires crunching gravel) - Michael, what do you think can have happened?

- I'll investigate, madame.

(car door slams) (police radio chatters) (whispering) Good god.

Madame must not see this.

It'll break her heart.

(police radio chatters) - Lovejoy.

Something terrible's happened, and they won't tell me.

- Ah, Lovejoy.

You saved us a journey.

In here.

(foot steps echoing) - Oh my god!

- Detective Sergeant Armstrong.

The butler was saying how you were organizing a sale of the house contents.

- Yeah, I was.

- It's like someone beat you to.

- The whole house?

- Paneling, even some of the fl.

(footsteps stomping) (floor creaks) - Unbelievable.

I was here yesterday taking sto.

- Taking what?

Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.

- Oh yeah.

- Where were you for the rest oe after you were taking stock?

- I was with a friend.

What, you don't think I had anyg to do with this, do you?

- What kind of friend?

- It's a lady friend.

- Mind if I talk to her?

- Not at all.

Lovejoy was with me.

We never left each other's sigh.

You see, officer, we spent most of the time in be, making love.

- I see.

- Anything else?

- Not for the moment.

- (whispers) Thank you.

- What?

It's not possible!

- Madame.

- Did you have to tell him ever?

I mean, put it quite soon blunt.

- I only told him the truth.

And you didn't tell me everythi.

- Hmm?

You didn't tell me this was Madeleine Gilbert's house.

- Oh, no!

(Madeleine's body crashes) (footsteps clomping) - (whispering) Madame.

- [Lovejoy] (whispering) Is she?

(Madeleine groans) - [Lovejoy] (whispering) Come on then, come on.

S-so silly of me to faint.

It was such a shock.

- Oh, Madeleine.

Everything will be all right, h?

Police'll soon catch these vills and I'll help you sort out the .

- I'm, I'm afraid I don't have any insurance.

- But you must have.

- My husband didn't think we ne.

He said we couldn't afford the .

I guess that puts me in a bit of a pickle, huh?

- Well, it could be worse.

- No, it couldn't.

- You gotta hand it to those blokes, though.

I mean nicking a painting's one, but a staircase.

I mean how would you move a bloody great thing like that?

Let alone sell it.

- You gotta point there, Eric.

Where the hell do you sell a staircase like that?

Hello, Mel?

Yeah, thank you for backing me up this morning.

I owe you one.

How about you come over tonight and I'll open up a can of one of my Brazilian specialties.

Well, tomorrow night.

Well, another night.

Well- yeah, but I- Oh, I'm sorry, too.

(receiver clatters) - She blown you out, Lovejoy.

- No, it's just that.

Well, as a matter of fact, I think she has.

- Well that's women for you, yo.

Totally irrational.

- How to shift a staircase.

That's the key to all this.

- Yeah, but it's not our problem, though, is it?

The police are dealing with it.

Anyway, I think the butler did .

(Eric snickers) No, seriously, though.

He is a bit odd though, isn't h?

- Well, he knew the house was e. - Not a chance, Lovejoy.

He's been with her for 40 years.

He was her dresser at Gainsborough Pictures.

Besides, if she drops off, he cops the lot.

- Who do we know in architectural salvage, Tink?

- What, the kind of quality those characters thieved?

Three or four yards in the whole of London.

- How's Miriam, Eric.

- [Eric] Never been better.

- Think she'll get me to London.

- London?

Ah, well, ah, maybe.

- Check her out.

Hello.

Yes, you might be able to help .

I have a client who wishes- - [Eric] I dunno why he's doing.

Why doesn't he just let the police deal with it?

- There are two things in life Lovejoy holds dear.

- Women and antiques.

- Exactly.

And right now both have been taken away from him.

(engine turns over) - I told your little corky-pie on the phone, what you're looking for isn't h. But I may be able to get me hands on some of it for you.

- Look, money's no object, but it is urgent.

You know what the aristocracy's.

We're here merely to serve them- - Yeah, tossers.

If you are prepared to do a joint deal on this for cash commission, I might be able to move things along pretty quick.

- Yeah, I don't see why not.

(car engine revs) (car rumbles) He's given me the name of a Major Sullivan.

Apparently, he's a bit of a sno, talks like he's got a mouthful , ex-SAS and hard as a rock, but I shouldn't let that put me.

He's got a boat moored down nea.

(jazzy suspenseful music) (gravel crunches) - Hello.

Ahoy!

Ha!

Major Sullivan.

I was told that you could help e with certain things that I reque ahem, for a client.

- Who gave you my name?

- Let's say he's a cross between a landscape gardener and an interior designer.

- Yes, well, I think you've got the wrong person.

- Perhaps you should see my list of requirements.

- I'm not a dealer.

Mr. - Oh, Hyatt.

Roger Hyatt, Hyatt and Hyatt Antique Servicing.

- Yes, as I said before, Mr. Hyatt, I'm not a dealer.

In my spare time I occasionallye architectural antiques for discerning buyers with means and imagination.

- Of course.

- Do you have a card?

- Left them in the Porsche.

- Good day, Mr. Hyatt.

(airplane engine rumbles) (grass rustles) (gravel crunches) - Lovejoy.

Get in!

(gravel grinding) What the hell are you doing her?

Do you know who you've just been talking to?

- I thought so, but no doubt, you'll tell me anyway.

What are you doing here?

This isn't your patch - The man you've just harassed, apart from being a Falkland's ho and a veteran of Northern Irelad is also a security advisor to Scotland Yard and Interpol.

So, why were you disturbing his very precious and extremely limited leisure t. - Wanted to sell some of his me.

- Stop the car.

Another wisecrack like that and I'll dump you in the bleedi.

We had a tip-off.

The gang that pulled the raid at Carlton Grange are planning something in this .

- Surely, no.

- Coincidence you're here too.

This is Adjutant Alain Bernard of the brigade (speaking French) French gendarmerie.

He believes this gang has been operating in France for several years where they're wanted for numerous crimes, including murdering a policeman.

- Can I have a word with you, M?

(car doors slam) (Lovejoy sighs) Do you know what this is, Mr. L. - Oh, sweet.

But, uh, afraid I don't speak m. (speaking French) - With this document, I can interview any British subject.

- Well, bonne chance, mon brave, but I think with me, vous-etes floggin' a dead horse.

- (speaking French) - What's it gotta do with me?

- Perhaps nothing, Mr. Lovejoy.

This is where I'm staying.

- If I hear anything, I'll give you a ring.

- The girl, Melanie, ask her about Michel Le Mor.

Right?

- Police or no police, Sullivan.

Stick to him and he'll lead us to Le Mor and the rest.

- That's all very well, Lovejoy.

But if this Frenchy fellow has killed a policeman, he's not gonna lose any sleep over bumping us off.

- Don't worry, Tinker.

I'll look after you.

- That's what I'm afraid of.

- Sullivan's boat is moored here, all right?

And it's called Ocean Roamer II?

Right.

Off you go.

- What, now?

- Hm, now.

- Lovejoy, it's the middle of t. - Exactly.

Sullivan's not gonna leave in the middle of the night, is ?

But he might leave first thing in the morning.

Remember, Eric.

It is the early bird that catches the worm.

- And what are you gonna be doig while we are at riskin' our necks with cop killers.

- Well, I've gotta pop into Delauney's tomorrow morning and, uh, then I'll get over to .

- Oh yeah.

Make sure the bird's all right.

- Yes, but if you need me, you can ring me there.

- Come on, Eric.

We'll get further refreshment o.

- Last supper, more like.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

- Long time, no see.

- This isn't easy for me, Lovej.

Please don't make it any harder.

I said all I had to say on the .

- I was speaking to a French policeman yesterday.

He said I should ask you about Michel Le Mor.

- He's just somebody I knew.

- Oh, he's somebody you knew.

- Yeah, we met in Bordeaux, and- - And uh?

- He was charming and sophistic.

I fell for him in a big way.

I didn't know at the time he was a criminal.

What's worse, even when I did, I kept on seeing him.

- This French cop thinks he turned over Carlton Grange.

And, once more, he thinks me, you or both of us tipped him off.

Now, I didn't.

Did you?

- Of course not.

Why, it's a coincidence.

It mus.

If you think I would tell him anything voluntarily, you're very wrong.

- Who are you protecting, Mel?

Won't help in the long run.

You know that, don't you?

- He said it would be the last time, Lovejoy.

But you're right.

It never will.

It's my father.

I suppose I introduced them.

My father owes him a lot of mon.

(sighing) I'm sorry, Lovejoy.

I didn't want you to get caught up in this.

- Where's the next raid gonna b?

- I don't know.

It could be anywhere.

- I want a list of Delauney's current clients and anyone else you can think of that you mentioned to your fath.

(engine starts) (radio plays rock music) - I have over 30 possibles here.

We can't check them all.

(phone rings) - Well, we can call and see if any are empty.

- Morning.

Yes.

- Hello.

- Sorry, Lovejoy.

We've blown i.

He's gone.

- What do you mean, gone?

- Sullivan.

He's taken the boat and everything.

Can't have been more than half an hour ago.

Ah, well, um, he went to get so.

- Ah.

You want something doing, do it yourself.

- Hello?

Lovejoy?

Lovejoy?

- These houses are on the water, aren't they?

- Water?

- Yeah, you know, rivers, canal.

- Yes, why?

Because that's how they had to shift the stuff.

Carleton Grange is on the water.

The French Chateau they raided,.

Sullivan, water.

That's how they move it.

They float it down the rivers.

(Tinker sighs) - We've really blown it this ti.

- How did a thing that big get ?

- Oh, that's right.

Blame it on.

Least I was out here.

- I suppose Lovejoy is not too pleased, eh?

- Well, you could say that.

- This one's down to us, Eric.

(whimsical music) Go, go.

When I said hire a boat, I meant hire a boat with an eng.

- This is all they had left.

We've got it for the rest of th.

- The rate you're going, we'll need it for the rest of t. - I'll soon get the hang of thi.

Oh!

(water splashes) - [Tinker] You landlubber!

Look.

(water lapping) - Nothing quite as ambitious as a staircase, I hope.

- No.

Plenty of furniture, fireplaces, and a rather nice statue sitting in the garden.

- How will you move it?

- I'll make her fly.

(whimsical music) (music flourishes) (water splashes) - Antique dealer came to my boat yesterday.

- Did he give a name?

- Hyatt, Roger Hyatt.

Does it mean anything?

- No.

What did he want?

- I'm not sure.

Architectural antiques, I think.

(metal sliding) (hatch squeaks) (steps creaking) (whiskey dribbles) (metal sliding) (hatch squeaks) (water splashing) (Tinker chuckles) (phone beeps) - We've narrowed it down to eig.

Maybe we should call the police.

(phone rings) Delauney's.

Yes.

It's Tinker.

- Yeah.

What?

- The raid.

That's where it's gonna be.

Today.

- How do you know?

- I haven't got time to explain now, Lovejoy.

Uh, there's pictures of Carlton.

I'm on Sullivan's boat.

(feet tread on deck) (suspenseful music) (bottle tinks) - Tink?

Tinker, how... (suspenseful music) Broad daylight, eh?

Yes.

I wanna speak to Adjutant Alain Bernard, please.

Well, I wanna leave an urgent m. Yeah.

Michel Le Mor will be at Higham Hall, Walgrave, PM today.

Be there.

Lovejoy.

(receiver slams) (water lapping) (engine chugging) (horn blows) (water lapping) (engine chugging) (whimsical dirge music) (water splashes) (hatch creaks) (whimsical music) (water splashes) (whimsical dirge music) (suspenseful music) (water splashing) (oars clatter) (Eric gasping) (suspenseful music) (shoes squishing) - Tinker.

Tinker.

(Eric groans) - Eric.

- Where is Tinker?

- Well, search me.

How did you get here?

- Courtesy of Nigel Mansell her.

He called me from the boat.

- Well then he must still be on.

(engine chugging) (blinds creak) (hatch raps sharply) (steps clatter) - 25,000 pounds.

(paper rustles) A bit better than your pension,?

(papers rustling) (blinds creak) - Oh, I'm freezing.

And any chance me nippin' off for a change of clothes, Lovejo?

- Not at the moment, Eric.

(birds chirping) - Oh, here we are.

(door slams) - Huh.

Fancy a big house like this bein' on mail order.

My mum does that.

It's probably the same firm.

Well, mind you, it's more likely to be a member of staff, isn't it, really.

Cook, or somethin' like that, o.

- (in unison) Shut up, Eric.

(gravel grinding) They're not comin', Lovejoy.

I knew they wouldn't.

(helicopter rumbles) (helicopter rumbles louder) (suspenseful music) (helicopter rumbles) (helicopter rumbles louder) (Lovejoy whistles) (ladders clatter) (speaking French) (objects clatter) - Oh, no.

(foot steps clomping) (helicopter rumbles) (speaking French) (suspenseful music) (helicopter rumbling loudly) - Cheeky devils.

Hope Bernard got my message.

(gravel crunching) Two 18th century chiffonier.

- 18th century chiffon- - Three, four, yeah make that four, Bergama rugs.

- Berg who?

- Bergama.

(helicopter rumbling) (suspenseful music) - Where the hell is Bernard.

(helicopter rumbles) (suspenseful music) - Geneva stoneware vase.

- That's gen, gen. Four half a white dining chairs.

(suspenseful music) (helicopter rumbles) - Hey, hey.

- It's about time.

(engine rumbles) (sirens wailing) Okay, come on.

(gravel grinding) (sirens wailing) (men shouting) (suspenseful music) - [Lovejoy] Bernard!

Finally made it, eh?

- Yeah.

(police radio chatters) - What is it?

- It's my father.

- [Policeman] Get in this way.

(suspenseful jazzy music) - [Alain] (speaking French) - Stay with him.

(suspenseful music) (engine rumbles) (latch opens) (hatch creaks) (suspenseful music) (engine chugging) (hammer clanging) (engine winds down) (engine turning over) (dramatic music) (engine rumbling) (motor starts) (motor revs) (gun fires) (gun fires) (boat scrapes shore) (speaking French) (gun fires) (window shatters) (gun fires) (music ends) - Help!

Help!

Lovejoy, help.

- Hello, Tink.

- It's all right.

We can manage.

(disappointing music) (hat slaps water) - Lovejoy, it's marvelous.

I can't thank you enough.

And in order to show my appreci, there's something I want you to.

- No, no, I couldn't possibly accept that Madeleine.

- Lovejoy, I insist.

- Well, thank you.

I don't know what to say.

- Without you and darling Tinker, I would have nothing.

- You sure that's not the original Paul de Lamerie.

- Of course not, it's a copy.

(Madeleine chuckles) Darling Tinker, now what can I ?

- Could I have your autograph?

- Oh?

(laughing) ♪ La de da, la de da, la de da.♪ ♪ Mm mm mm mm mm ♪ ♪ Here we go.

Here we go.

♪ (fire crackling) (Lovejoy sips) (switch clicks) (Lovejoy sighs) (upbeat light classical music) (Lovejoy groans) - Magic.

(Lovejoy sighs) (light classical music) Hello.

- (sighing) Lovejoy.

It's my father's bail.

It's ridiculous.

They want an enormous amount of, and I'm short of about 8,000.

I'm sorry, Lovejoy.

I tried everywhere.

You know, if there's any other .

- Easy come, easy, go.

(candles blown out) We'll get him out (candle blown out) in the morning.

(light classical music) (upbeat music) (upbeat music) (upbeat music) (upbeat music) (dramatic musical flourish)