All language subtitles for Professionals (Episode 03)

Previously, on Professionals.

Have a nice day, huh?

I need to find that dirtbag
who jacked my evidence.

Jane Swann. Her father Mr Swann.

I'd like her found ASAP.

You can hate me.
As long as you're okay.

Dr Geller, Panacea is in your hands.

Commencing launch sequence.

We've got engineers, physicists, they
all chalk it up to anomalous shock.

-You think they're wrong?
-I'm sure they're wrong.

So my billion dollar rocket
was taken out by a pot shot.

Competitors, rivals,
even his friends can't be trusted.

Maybe not even his family.

My kid sister Zora is sharpening
a knife with my name on it.

How do we address this
so Wall Street doesn't destroy us?

We need a replacement Panacea ASAP!

Until we know who we're up against
we need to freeze the next launch.

We need to seriously talk, Peter.

Not the best time right now.
Why don't you let me call you later.

At location. All quiet.

Will update shortly.

Yes, of course. But I really thought
that you would move on...

...I'm afraid Peter.
I'm being followed and...

Vincent!

-Stop!
-Stop him!

Stop!

Entrepreneur: One who seeks
opportunity in the face of risk.

In today's emerging markets,
fortune favors the bold.

For those daring few, opportunity
has never been more abundant.

And the risks never more challenging.

Wherever your vision takes you,
let Parallax lead the way.

Logistics and transport.
Infrastructure solutions.

Discreet force application.

Parallax can protect it all,
because we provide it all.

Parallax - you seek the opportunity,
let us handle the risk.

Parallax Global Solutions. A proud
subsidiary of The Swann Group.

Wow! Incredible!
And the music was amazing.

We got the guy... what's his name?
Did all the Star Wars.

He's teasing. People only mention
the score when the movie stinks.

Zora, please, there's so much
to unpack here. My head is spinning.

What's to unpack?
Swann Corp is acquiring my company.

"Is acquiring"
isn't the same as "has acquired".

Admit it, it's a perfect fit.

And why pay Luther
when we can pay ourselves?

Oh, I understand why,
from Luther's point of view

what murky mercenary army...

Sorry, I mean... What totally
legitimate executive security outfit

wouldn't want a cover
of a blue chip brand like Swann?

And I can see the appeal
for you too Zora.

What I don't see is how.

Maybe with the, what was it,
"discreet force application"

you got your father
to go along with...

No, there's no way
Peter signed off on this.

Let me guess, you need somebody
on the board to push the deal.

When Peter objects,
he gets voted out.

And he never knows that his own
sister was the one to arrange it all.

It's for Peter's own good.

Wall Street, our investors,
our competition.

They all need to see us
taking charge

before this satellite mess
drags down the whole house.

Sort of a "tough love" approach.

And knowing you Luther, I'm sure
it's more "tough" than "love".

Possibly I can find the votes.

You get your acquisition,
you get filthy rich

and I get... what?

Why make us guess
when you obviously know already?

It's reassuring to know that love
- or whatever you're doing -

hasn't dulled Luther's instincts.

Swann has another rocket launch
in a few weeks' time.

But if Peter is removed,

he no longer has control about
what is launched in that rocket.

And I know some very discreet people
with very discreet payload,

who are looking for
a boost into orbit.

So let them make an offer.

No, it's not like that. These people
are hopelessly old school.

You have to prove that you're serious
to them first.

I've dealt with this sort of thing
before. They want an offering, right?

A gift that demonstrates respect.

If you want our attention
then lavish us with tribute.

-And the gift is?
-In this case, something very ugly.

At ease.

Look at this lovely buffet!

Do these look like
armor piercing rounds to you?

Do these look like
armor piercing rounds to you?!

No sir. Regular rounds.

Load them again. Load them all again.

-Onto the main course.
-Sir...

Now that's a mouthful isn't it?

Oh, it's perfect!

Thank you sir!

If I wanted to cut down
a damn redwood! But I don't, do I?

-Do you know where I'm going?
-Yes, sir!

Do you know how I'm getting there?

Yes, sir.

And yet you thought that this
was a good idea?!

Sorry, sir!

You will be, after I carve moron
into your damn forehead!

When I ask for a compact chainsaw,
I'm not asking.

For the record, I like Peter.
Admire him even.

He's going to fight you
with everything he's got

and I'm not even sure
I want him to lose.

It's for the best. And look what
getting fired did for Steve Jobs.

Whatever helps you
sleep at night Zora.

Let's just dispense with the
"robot as slave" clichéd narrative.

Next-gen robotics
will be more like ideal parents.

Always there for you
when you need them.

Never obtrusive when you don't.

Infinitely knowledgeable,
patient, dependable.

Incapable of misinformation,
personal agendas, bad moods.

Best of all, you never have to listen
to them say, "Because I told you so!"

Thank you. I think that's my time.
You've been very kind.

Oh, stop!

Bro... You crushed it!

They just handed you the Nobel Prize.

Right, Nobel Prize for idiots maybe.
Jazz robots? Come on!

You mean you gave the lamest, most
self-worshiping Smart Talk since...

When did Bono give his?

Yeah, it was an experiment to test
the limits of mindless ass kissing.

That's the best kind.
What's the matter with you?

I dunno. I'm just not feeling it.

What's all this for?

Dude, you've just been single
too long. That's all.

Luckily, it's lady-geek
candyland in here!

All of them waiting for your apex
genius baby genes.

Let's hit it while the bar's jumping
and the progesterone's pumping.

You hit it for me. I'm gonna sit this
one out. It's not my scene anymore.

-Seriously man?
-You go ahead.

-Shake it off.
-Alright, I'll do that.

So how worried should you be?

As an epidemiologist, global warming
gravely concerns me.

Compared to climate collapse, how bad
can a mosquito bite really be?

Deaths caused by extreme weather:
600,000 during the last 20 years.

By malaria: one million
last year alone.

One million dead,
just from mosquitoes.

But still you know,
none of this keeps me up at night.

No, what keeps me up is you.

All of you evolved,
educated, nice people.

Because no matter
how many talks I give

I can't seem to break through your
polite, well-meaning complacency.

Because no matter what I say up here,
the threat always remains out there!

Abstract, far away.

Until today.

See?

Fly! Fly, my pretties!
Malaria! It's here right now.

Malaria! Yellow fever!
Sir, for you, especially.

I'm just kidding! They're harmless!

Just your luck.
Getting yellow fever at the hospital.

Well the upshot is, the best person
to treat it is in this room.

Ever tell you how Grace and I met?

Since I never died of boredom, no.

At my last Smart Talk. I can't
imagine why they never asked me back.

-Yeah, it's a mystery.
-It is.

I should go.
I'll see you back at Ajay's.

We'll be there.

-So how was it when you groped me?
-Hey, claws away!

-He saved your life.
-I know when I've been abused.

Having met your boyfriend,
I'm sure you do.

Alright, I'm gonna go. I need you
to stay here and watch her, okay?

Keep an eye on her all night
if you have to. Alright? Thanks.

Morning.

Ladies...

Hello, ladies.

-Hello, Wanita.
-Hello.

Hello ladies.

Oh...

Hello now. How did you get
through the x-ray machine?

Bang!

Good gag huh?

Still, doesn't make you feel good
about airport security though.

Anybody spare a dash
of fabric softener?

-Sorry.
-Sorry.

Oh.

Ah, come on! Damn it, Vincent,
respect me man!

You're poking the bear my friends!
And here she comes!

I told them to let you sleep!

It's good to know
they don't listen to you either.

Any chance
you can let the painter in at 10?

I can't. Catching the puddle jumper
back to Dublin.

Risk assessment with the client.

-What's with the hot water?
-The plumber's coming on Thursday.

My god! Is this our life?

Yeah.

We showed such great promise.

-We did.
-Yeah.

Fry up's in the Viking.
And wear your Kevlar please.

It's just a meeting.
Honey, it's just a meeting.

Of course I'll wear my Kevlar baby,
because I love you so much.

Charlie, where's my wig?!

Catch you back at the RMB
at 12:00 hours.

You're top T operatives, so I don't
need to explain why you're here.

Hell, no. It's crushing time.

-For the legalities.
-Vincent's word isn't good enough?

It would be if lawyers
didn't run the world.

They say you can't work
if not insured.

-Over here!
-And for that, you need?

-A fitness test.
-Doctor's exam. Here he comes.

Dhara will keep score.
Anybody want out?

Out? The lowest score buys the beer.

-Someone gave you credit?
-I'm gonna enjoy drinking his money.

-Name?
-Tyler Andre Raines.

-Jackson Smythe Jr.
-Romy Elizabeta Brandt.

-Place of birth?
-Gross Point in Michigan.

-Marbay, California.
-In a bus. Interstate 40, Tennessee.

No, really.

I'm gonna make it!

-Current residence?
-London. I married a barrister.

It's a PO box.
Do you need the number?

Here looks good.

Pick it up!

Come on soccer moms, let's go!

So what's next?

Military service?

Yes ma'am. Ten years.
US MC force reconnaissance.

Mostly war on terror.
Beyond that, it's classified.

Multiple deployments. Operation
Enduring Freedom and Iraqi Freedom.

-Combat experience?
-Booyah!

Assigned
16th military police brigade.

SRT.

Army Special Reaction Team?

Okay, okay!

Specializations
besides "crushing it"?

Guns basically. Snagging bad guys.

Oh and I drive some too.

-Specializations?
-Communications.

Jump instructor.
Heavy weapons instructor.

Scope weapons and
close combat instructor.

Edge weapons instructor...

Oh yeah, yoga instructor.

Well, hot yoga.

-Specializations?
-Yeah. No.

-Okay!
-That's good. Come on, one more!

-Areas deployed?
-Just put down everywhere.

Hacksaw!

-Psst, Trig, Romy...
-What?

-Any one of you spare some pee?
-Oh, God!

Not again, Jack!

The insurance company gods
have smiled upon you all.

You are now contracted
to Ajay Khan & Associates.

You're welcome
to sign your contracts.

You're gonna sign that
without reading it?

Are you really gonna cheat
an expert in small arms?

Good point!

"In case of death,
please name a beneficiary".

-You wanna spell Dhara for me?
-Alright. Client briefing in an hour.

Oh about the performance scores.

Big mouth buys the beer.

Now it's time
to put your game faces on.

Trig, I expect a clear,
concise threat assessment.

Dhara's passing around
my incident report.

It's brief. Not much meat
but a fair enough baseline.

I don't need to run down the evidence
as you all lived through it.

Conclusion:

the Panacea rocket was destroyed

by a sophisticated,
well organized act of sabotage.

Why, though?

Who'd wanna destroy
a medical satellite?

Task one, make a list
of who benefits. Ajay...

My data team
will come up with something.

Conclusion two: the sabotage
was likely abetted by

a person or persons unknown
inside the Swann organization itself.

Until that person is found,

the risk to all Swann assets and
interests remains critically high.

As does the personal risk
to Dr Davila and Mr Swann.

In fact, until we determine
the motives behind the attack,

we can't rule out
the whole Swann family is at risk.

Task two -
find the mole and/or moles.

Mr Swann.
Possibly we caught a break here.

The engineering report blamed
the explosion on a software anomaly.

If the attack was sabotage,
it follows that report is incorrect.

-Conclusion?
-Someone falsified the report data.

This is my company!
These are my people!

-Peter...
-Who would do this? My own people?

Mr Swann, you're paying us to protect
you. Even if it is from yourself.

-That's my phone.
-Which leads me to task three.

Stay calm. Our enemies will be
watching us. And they will test us.

This means, stay cool. It also means
going back to business as usual.

Dr Davila, I'm sure
you have rounds to make.

At the Foundation Clinics.
As always.

Romy, you're on Grace.

-I don't want a bodyguard.
-You're in charge of what you want.

I'm in charge of what you need.
Let's go.

Mr Swann, I'd like you to call
a meeting of all the scientists

who contributed
to the engineering report.

Thank them. Make them think you've
come around to their conclusion.

I'd like to make my opening remarks
in the form of a joke.

Does anyone know what an astronaut's
favorite meal of the day is?

Jeremy? No? It's launch of course!

So, look...

I get it.
It's nothing to do with pressure.

I'm not putting you
under any pressure...

-So what are we doing here?
-Trying to flush out the mole.

Isn't this your plan?

I mean what are we really doing here?

Out of nowhere I get a phone call,
a rush job.

When I arrive with the clothes
on my back I find Hacksaw and Romy

and a mission profile
I'd describe generously as... fuzzy.

Look, no beef with the money man.

I'd just like to know
what I'm really being paid for.

Dr Davila and I were... involved.

-Were involved? Past tense?
-Way past.

-And Swann knows?
-Probably only the bad parts.

Hell, they were all bad parts.
But, yeah, he knows.

Oh this is good.

My friend, you're lucky
my kids need braces.

Because if it wasn't you,
I'd walk right outta here.

-If it wasn't you I'd let you go.
-Yeah.

Thanks everyone,
we'll talk about this later.

If anybody had anything to say to me
or was lying to me, I couldn't tell.

We'll run background checks anyway.

Bigger question: who's missing?

Anybody absent,
conspicuously or otherwise?

Abe Geller, Launch Director.
Damn!

-Damn what?
-Well... He's been calling me a lot.

He sounds really anxious.
I haven't gotten back to him.

If he knows something he's in danger.

-Will you find him, bring him here.
-On it.

-I can practice wrong-side driving.
-Not in my car you don't.

-Pushtu?
-Kurdish.

Syrani to be exact. Ireland has been
very generous taking in so many,

but of course getting out of Syria
is just the beginning.

Is that where you met the boss?
Syria?

Iraq first and then in Syria, yes.

Okay, it's time for your medicine.
Ready?

You can take two. Doctor's orders.

Okay... She's perfect.
Thank you. Take care.

Come this way.

-The dentist is gonna raise hell?
-Not with me, I sign his paycheck.

So how about you? How did you
and Vincent cross paths?

Through work. Funny story.
I stabbed him.

Forget I asked. Doctor...

Okay help me.
Let's go and find a way...

But there are
so many people waiting...

Unit symbol perhaps?

That's what I think.

Ever seen this, sweetheart?

Terms of affection are
frowned upon by HR. She is HR.

Wendehorn.

The rune? Germanic obviously.
Well, proto-Germanic.

From the middle ages?

Thankfully she's got her mother's
brains. Total recall.

Incredible gift.

Curse. Wendehorn.

-Does it mean anything?
-Just the usual Nordic stuff.

Life and death entwined or entangled.

But as a vow or a blood promise,

commitment can only be broken
by dying. That's about it.

-What's the good news?
-Ask me something else.

Remember what happened in Prague?
Yeah.

Hang tight, I'll grab Swann.
We'll be right there.

You really gave this all up?
The buffet I mean.

All the choices, the options,
the opportunities...

You don't want something solid
in your life?

I prefer my woman soft.

School of Physics. There it is.

Ziokofsky's rocket equation provided
the breakthrough to the space age.

But the equation
hides a dirty secret.

Rockets...

suck.

They are expensive, resource
consuming and criminally inefficient.

The margin for error
is imperceptibly small.

One small spark and...

So is that why
the Swann rocket blew up?

Because they're saying all
over the internet it was sabotage.

Sorry, what?

Yes, I believe the empirical term
for that is 'fake news'.

You can be a scientist pursuing truth
or you can be...

a trained monkey forever
clicking through a cesspool of lies.

You can't be both.

Right, I think that's enough
masochism for one day.

On Thursday I shall return the favor
when we discuss Schrodinger's cat.

Class dismissed.

Professor Geller! Excuse me.

Professor Geller!
Excuse me, excuse me.

What do you know, he's bolted.

Maybe not.

Dr Geller?

Dr Geller!

-Dr Geller!
-Yes! Yes, what is it?

-May we have a word with you sir?
-Gladly.

During office hours.
Now privacy, please?

Peter Swann sent us to speak to you.
You haven't been answering his calls.

-Still there, Doc?
-Just a minute.

-What the hell?
-He's gonna off himself!

Why pick suicide
when homicide's an option?

-Grace!
-There she is.

It's fine. No worries.
Everything is fine.

-How bad is it?
-She got the worst of it.

Otherwise what you see - a lot of
confusion but nobody got hurt.

The truck was sitting up the hill
all morning until the brakes gave.

-Check the brake line?
-Totally intact.

That's the driver over there.

Doesn't really look like
the dirty tricks type.

Maybe you can give him a break.

I wish. It sucks,
but it has to be done.

Maybe you should do it?

Oh no, you're not using me
to weasel out of this.

I hate this part.

It feels much better, thank you.

Hey! Are you the driver?

You forgot to set your parking brake
and let the truck go down?

Are you stupid or just drunk?
What's wrong with you?

Did you leave your truck up there?
It went through all these kids

and all these people,
what the hell's wrong with you?

What are you doing? What an ugly and
pathetic thing to do. He's in shock.

I know. Poor guy. But it's better for
him too if they think we bought it.

-Bought what?
-The people who staged it all.

They're watching us right now. Don't
look around. Keep your eyes on me.

Okay? Now listen,
they see me talking to the cops

and maybe I'm saying that this
was a direct attack on Dr Davila.

But if I'm yelling at the driver
who forgot to set his parking brake,

then of course
I think this was an accident.

The uglier and more pathetic I treat
him, the more persuaded they will be.

Listen, until we know what we're
up against, we need to play dumb,

which is not hard
because I'm a natural.

If you could all just join me
in a relieved laugh...

Then everything's okay. Right?

Then they can call it a day.
You know what I'm saying?

-Because we're being watched?
-Yes.

-I mean do we high five or something?
-I'm just glad it all worked out.

-Happy I met this...
-What a relief huh?

This accident scene didn't turn out
to be so scary after all.

I gotta take this.
What's the good news?

You made sure Swann
texted Geller, right?

You made sure Swann
told Geller to expect us, right?

Course I did.

Geller really gave us the impression
he was caught off-guard.

Or else he was expecting
somebody very different.

What did he say?

Mostly his actions spoke louder
than his words.

Way louder!

Then he took off before
the police locked down campus.

Tell him about the you know...

We're on the hook for about
a thousand hours of police overtime.

And a new men's room.

I guess we know that's not
coming out of Jack's paycheck.

You guys get outta there,
I'll reacquire Geller.

Right now
he's burning panic and paranoia.

When he starts to crash,
he'll try to get to some place safe.

Alright, for the record
I did forget to tell him.

Guess we know
who's paying for the men's room.

Romy! You take Grace, I've got Swann.

Abe, it's Peter!

Abe!

Abe!

Maybe we can pick this?

-Brilliant, do it.
-Me?

Don't you have like those things
for a situation like this?

Do you have any idea how long
it takes to become a locksmith?

Apprenticeship is two years and every
country has its own certification.

Imagine trying to keep up with that.
Besides, I don't have time for fuss.

A little putty, it'll be fine.

Abe... Abe, it's me. You home?

Whoa!

-Who is that? Who is he?
-He's a friend. A friend of Grace's.

-Take it easy, we won't hurt you.
-Be careful I don't hurt you.

About that. Slide's open. You're dry.

That's what I am. Dry.

Dried up and dried out.

Here, take this obscenity
away from me.

Shame on the engineers
who brought it into the world.

Shame on me
for putting it in my own hand.

-I'm just gonna go make some tea.
-Okay.

-Here you go Doc.
-Thank you.

Abe, I owe you an apology.

You owe me?

No. No, Peter.

You reached out to me.

You must have had something
to tell me. I wasn't listening.

I'm listening now.

You saw me when the rocket exploded.

You saw my reaction.

So you must know
that I was as shocked as anyone.

I'm so sorry, Peter.

I still am.

And the report...

I was interviewed of course.

I turned over my files and hard
drives and then I went back to work.

I didn't expect to hear another word
until the report was released.

But that's not what happened.

Ladies and gentlemen, we at Ainsley's
have in fact kept the best till last.

I was in an auction house bidding
on a lot that I couldn't afford.

Wishful thinking.

One million euros at the front.
Are we all finished at one million...

At 1,300,000 at the back
of the room... Sold!

Not long after I had dropped out

I realized that one of the people
still bidding on the painting...

was your sister.

-Zora?
-I put it down to coincidence.

A physicist
who believes in coincidence.

Abe, how are you?

What a fraud I am.

At location. All quiet.

We chatted for a bit.

About art of course at first.

Then somehow she moved
the conversation onto the report.

The report is correct Zora.

She said that the data
wasn't adding up.

She seemed very worried
about you Peter.

She said you were
in a highly volatile state.

That any ambiguity in the report
would make things worse.

Not just for you,
but for the whole company.

That it might even kill Panacea.

So she asked you
to cook the data?

I'm not sure what I can do.

I can have a look at the report,
if you think it'll help?

And to ease
any pangs of conscience...

Yes, but I really thought that I was
helping. That you would move on.

But after what
almost happened in Guiana...

I'm afraid, Peter.
I'm being followed. And...

-On your knees right now!
-There's no need for this.

Until we sort this out,
put your hands behind your back

and lace your fingers.

Do it!

Put your hands behind your back now!

Cool tattoo bro.

Wendehorn is it?

Vincent!

Help your friend Peter!

Help him!

Don't move! Stay where you are!

-Don't come any closer.
-Stop him!

Where's Peter?

Oh, I'm fine. Thanks. Almost no
organ damage, so that's a win.

Please don't start.

This is who you are.
Peter's different. He doesn't...

-Thank god you're okay!
-Am I?

He won't say it, but I failed.

I could've done more to help Vincent.
I just let that creep get past us.

Peter, that man was a killer.
Tell him, Vincent.

We both got away lucky.
I wonder if anybody cut Geller free?

We did.

We're from Europol
and we have a few questions about...

Well, I'm sure you know
what it's about.

Nice to meet you,
I'm Dr Grace Davila. This is Mr...

Mr Swann. What an honor.

Kurt Neumann. Sorry, took a little
damage in the line of duty.

I think you know all about that.

Seems you took
a bit of damage yourself, Mr...

My friends call me Vincent.

You know, my son wants to be
just like you when he grows up.

Yeah, a billionaire?

A scientist.

I advise that
he gets better role models.

Ain't she a beaut?

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