All language subtitles for The Thin Blue Line - S02E06 - Road Rage

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Good evening, everybody.

You know, sometimes police
officers are called upon

To restrain activities of
which they personally approve.

At such times,

Stern duty must be our master.

Because above all, the
police must obey orders.

Even if some orders, as we shall see,

Are like the instructions for the timer

Of an eight-day video recorder...

Extremely difficult to follow.

( theme music playing )

( door bangs )

( sighs heavily )

Well, I'm off then.

I said, I'm off then!

I said...

I'm off then.

Patricia, you are demeaning

The good name of Gasforth police force.

I don't give a donkey's doo-dah
for the Gasforth police force.

You do give a donkey's doo-dah.

I don't give a donkey's
doo-dah, and I'm going!

Patricia, I forbid you to go.

Please, Raymond, don't forbid me.

I'm a bit late and I
just haven't got time

To roll around on the floor
laughing till I'm physically sick.

- But you are a policewoman.
- No, I'm not.

I'm an anarchist. For
the next two weeks,

I am a crazy, wild-eyed
child of the forest.

I am dedicating
my life-

Your holiday.

My holiday to the
traveling road protesters

Known as the dongas.

And my name is not Patricia,

It's Squirrel.

- Squirrel Baggins.
- Heavens and horlicks, Patricia.

Gasforth needs a bypass.

And you won't stop it by
frolicking about in the woods

Calling yourself troll or gonk

Or nutkin the sweet
little tree-dwelling imp.

We do not inherit the
earth from our parents,

We borrow it from our children.

We don't have any children.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

But the fact that you
are a one-bonk-a-year man

Does not relieve me of my responsibility

To preserve the environment
for future generations.

Well done.

Carry on, carry on.

Now as I'm sure you're all aware,

The whole town is agog with
talk of this new bypass.

From road rage to road protest,

Anything to do with cars seems
to provoke people's passions

In a quite extraordinary manner.

I'll find him, I swear I'll find him.

I've seen some criminal
swine in my years as a copper,

I have witnessed some
vile and horrendous deeds,

But this- this has
left me sad and sickened.

Good heavens, Grim,
what on earth happened?

Some maniac has dinged my car.

Not the Nissan micra with the
go-faster kleenexes on the back shelf?

Yes, yes!

I think he scratched the paint.

I can't tell till I get a magnifying
glass out and have a proper look.

But we were both
pulling up at the lights,

And the vile, despicable criminal

Scraped along my side.

Perhaps you were in his lane.

Perhaps you scraped him.

What did you say?

Well, I was just-

I am a superb driver.

Did you get his number?

How could I? I was retuning
the radio when it happened.

I'll tell you though,

If I hadn't had a cup of
coffee in the other hand,

I'd have given chase.

There's security cameras all over town,

- Perhaps your dinger's been caught on video.
- Well done, Boyle!

Requisition all tapes countywide.

So as I was saying,

Roads and cars are areas
where passions run deep.

And there can be no deeper passions

Than amongst the environmentalists
of the donga tribe.

Sergeant Dawkins has joined
them for her holiday, hasn't she?

I think it's great.

Yes, me too.

I wonder if she's had
her nipples pierced yet?

Be quiet, Goody!

It's not compulsory, is it?

- Oh no, no.
- Okay.

It's just when they're cavorting
naked in a haze of marijuana,

It gives them somewhere
to hang their keys.

Yes, well...

Nipples aside-

I mean, nip and- I
nip- ( stammering )

I don't know what I mean, actually.

Where were we?

Preparing to police the
destruction of the planet, sir.

Ah yes- really,
constable!

I do tire of this leftist hectoring.

Have you read the police code
of common purpose recently?

Of course, sir. Every
day, can't put it down.

Then you'll be aware that it says
that our job is to enforce the law,

Not to enforce the law if we
happen to think it's a nice one.

These environmentalists may
have admirable intentions,

But being decent and fair and honest

Doesn't necessarily make
a person right, Habib.

If it did, Rolf Harris
would be prime minister.

Now, in order to prepare ourselves
for the tactics of these dongas,

I intend to employ a
role-playing technique.

We will create a scenario
and act out the parts.

( gasps ) acting, how exciting!

Does that mean I can call you "darling"?

Only if you wish to spend
the rest of your career

Putting out traffic
cones on the M25, laddie.

Now then, since you seem
so eager to act, Goody,

We are going to role-play
a protestor tied to a tree.

Goody, you take that part.

Thank you, sir. I am
brilliant at acting.

- What are you doing, Goody?
- I'm doing what you told me, I'm being the tree.

I meant be the protestor.

Besides which, you don't
look a bit like a tree.

I thought you said you could act.

You look like a plank.

Where's your willowy bendiness?

I want to be able to picture
your gnarled old trunk.

I beg your pardon, sir!

I can do an impression
of a plum tree, sir,

But it means taking my trousers off.

No, Gladstone.

No, Gladstone, thank you.

I will be the tree. I will be the tree.

Now, I've just got to get my focus,

And...

Are you doing it now, sir?

- Yes, of course I'm doing it now, Habib.
- You look like a moose.

Well, I feel like a tree.

- Well, it's very interesting, sir.
- Thank you, Habib.

A talking tree, you
don't get many of them.

Cleverness is unattractive
in a police officer, Habib.

I've got an idea, sir.

Why don't you hold my apple?

My mom gives me one every day

But I never eat it
because I prefer sweets.

Thank you. If you think it'll work.

How about stuffing my pot plant

In your jacket, sir?

Ah, good. Give you a bit of foliage.

Yes, perhaps. Thank you, Gladstone.

I was accrington brownies'
origami champion, sir.

Look, a swallow!

Ah, good. Excellent, excellent.

There you go, tweet, tweet.

Role-playing is the key to modern
training and props are important.

So, I am now a totally convincing tree.

Totally, sir. If I was
a dog, I'd lift my leg.

Yes, thank you, Habib. Thank you.

Now, Goody, you be an angry protestor.

I won't! I don't want to.
I hate you, I hate you!

Goody, I didn't mean
protest about just anything.

- Oh, okay.
- Now, get hold of that rope

And pretend to tie yourself to me.

And remember you are an
environmental protestor.

- Yes, yes.
- Come on.

My womb is the earth...

My breast milk its rivers.

I am the she-goddess lesbos!

Goody, what in satan's sausage
sandwich are you saying?

I am being a protestor, sir.

When I was a cadet, we
policed a no-nuke demo

And a gang of women sang
that at us for 15 hours.

We're not gonna sing it
here. Get back to your desk.

Shall I pretend to untie the
pretend knot I just pretended to tie?

- Just go.
- I was just trying to make it more real.

- My arms are aching. - Idea, sir-
pretend it's autumn, drop the apple.

For heaven's sake, we are about to
police a serious public disorder.

I have created a brilliant evocation
of a mighty and towering oak tree-

- Apple tree. - A mighty
and towering apple tree-

- With one apple.
- I've had a heavy windfall.

I'm sorry, sir.

It's just more common for the protestors

To remain up the tree
in their dwellings.

Really, Kevin should be
nestling in your foliage.

Perhaps if he was to
sit on your shoulders,

Then Frank and I can
try and get him down.

Hmmm, yes, you may
be right there, Habib.

Certainly worth a try. Constable
Goody, get up on my desk please.

- Yes, yes.
- Feet apart, come on.

Yes, can't constable Habib do this?

I'm not sticking my
head in there, Kevin.

- No, you get your leg over inspector Fowler.
- Goody!

Constable Habib is a
woman of the opposite sex.

If I'm going to get between anybody's
legs, it's going to be a man's.

Come on, boy. Spread your haunches.

Okay. Don't bend my Curly Wurly, please.

- Oh, oh, oh!
- Good.

- Mind out for my love blobs.
- Oh, be quiet, Goody!

Be quiet. Now, Goody is the protestor,

I am the tree,

Habib and Gladstone, how are you,
the police, going to get him down?

I'll come down, I'll come down!

When our next door neighbor
cat gets stranded in a tree,

The old man always put a
saucer of milk at the bottom

To tempt it down.

I see. And you think the
same technique might work

With committed environmental activists?

Well, maybe if we add some biscuits?

- I could make some fudge.
- You're going quite bald-

Really, this is quite
absurd! None of you are able

To respond at all to the simplest
of role-playing techniques.

I'm going to put you
back on your desk, Goody.

Okay, mind my gonks.

I can't keep you up all day.

Actually, you know the feeling of
someone's ears on your inner thighs

Isn't entirely unpleasant.

So that's the trick then, is it, sir?

Just wait around till
the tree gets tired?

Smarty pants gets no thanks, Habib.

Clever clogs get scragged in the bogs.

We learnt in training

That the only way to get
these tree-dwellers down

Is to attach a locked line to them

And gently tease them down.

Right. In that case, I will
be the tree-dweller this time.

Gladstone, will you kindly be a tree?

- Oh yes, sir.
- Not your plum tree!

Not your plum tree! Just
come here and hoist me up.

- Oh, okay, sir.
- Come along, come along.

Now, somebody get hold
of one end of the rope.

Hand it up to me. Thank you. Goody,
you get hold of the other end.

- Yes, yes.
- Now, pull it,

And gently tease me.

- Excuse me?
- I can't stay up here all day, laddie!

I've got a large constable between
my legs. Tease me, tease me!

All right, okay. Umm...

Okay, what's the difference
between inspector Fowler

- And the canteen cabbage?
- What?

The cabbage once had
a bit of life in it.

( laughing )

I'm afraid I can't take
credit for that one, sir.

- It was constable Habib's.
- Thanks a lot, Kevin!

- Goody!
- Here's one Gary Boyle made up.

- No, I didn't.
- What's the difference

Between the manager of
Barclays having a fight

And inspector Fowler
having a conversation?

One's a warring banker,

- The other one's a boring-
- right, let me down!

- Let me down!
- ( cackling )

It worked, he's coming down!

Goody, I meant tease
as in "pull the rope"!

Not tease as in "run a very
serious risk of being charged."

Honestly, I've done my best for you lot.

You began this briefing
totally and utterly unprepared,

And you complete it

Slightly less prepared than that.

Dismissed.

Tools of the road lobby,
that's what we are.

Don't be so soft. We need this bypass.

Blimey, if I weren't a copper and
allowed to park on the pavement

And drive up one-way streets, I
don't think I'd bother owning a car.

The way to reduce traffic

Is to get people to share their cars.

I'm not sharing my car with anyone,

Especially veggie environmentalists.

I don't want some bean-eating greenie

Blowing off into my leatherette.

What are you lurking about for, Kevin?

- Oh, nothing.
- Well, get on the bus then.

Well, actually,

I've got something under my jacket
that I'd quite like to show you.

But I think I'll wait until
the swelling goes down.

- I should speak to your mother!
- God no! Don't, she'd kill me!

You see, the thing is...

I've got a new belly button.

- A new belly button?
- As good as.

I've had it pierced.

- No!
- Yes!

I was very influenced
by these road protestors.

See, no more mr. nice guy, no, no.

I'm young, I'm virile,

And I've got a bright red
swollen belly button to prove it.

- Didn't it hurt?
- Well, yes,

I did feel a bit of a prick.

But it will be worth it if
you're so impressed with it

That you drag me back to your place

And you give me a right
flipping seeing to.

Kevin, you could staple your
belly button to a double-decker bus

And I still wouldn't
give you a seeing to.

So you'll think about it then?

Look, Kevin,

You really should forget about me.

There's lots of nice
girls out there, you know?

Good-looking bloke like you,

Swollen belly button,

You could take your pick.

Get out there, lean on people,

Call in favors, bend
the rules if necessary.

And watch yourselves.

What we had hoped was a simple ding

Has now been confirmed as a scratch.

We are dealing with a scratcher.

A vicious, immoral, imbalanced maniac.

Inspector Grim, can
I have a word, please?

- Be quick, don't fanny about.
- Of course.

I have no time for
fannying, about or otherwise.

Fanny about on someone else's time,
not mine, 'cause I haven't got any.

Find someone who's got time to fanny
about, and fanny about with them.

I haven't, mate, so fannying
about with me is out.

Look, Derek, you're clearly late for
your lobotomy. I'll come back later.

Very funny, Raymond, tres drolly.

Listen, I've had a letter
from the chief constable

Warning us of an MI5 undercover
operation in this area.

Apparently they're infiltrating
these road protestors.

Hardly James Bond is it? From
dinner jackets and kalashnikovs,

To anoraks and jam
jars full of cold urine.

I haven't got time, Raymond.

I am involved in serious police work.

If you get in the way, I'm responsible.

Your cock up, my ass.

Oh, I'm sorry, Grim, I
thought you might be interested

In the fact that parliament is
allowing the authority of the police

To be usurped by secret and
unaccountable organizations.

You're not listening to me, Fowler.

Let me spell it out.
Someone has dinged my motor!

Inspector Grim, kindly keep your
personal emotions under control.

"my personal emotions"? Oh my.

I'm not the one whose bird
would rather spend the night

With a bunch of
flea-bitten criminal hippies

Than sleep with her bloke.

If you're referring to sergeant Dawkins,

She is not sleeping with me

In order to preserve the planet!

Blimey!

She must be desperate

To come up with an excuse like that.

My Tina just says she's got a headache.

Man: Come here! Come here, you!

- All going well, inspector?
- I don't know, I haven't found her yet.

Woman: ♪ you can't kill the spirit ♪

♪ she goes on and on and on ♪

♪ you can't kill
the spirit- ♪

All right, miss, move
along now, move along.

How can I move along, pig?

Yes, of course,

Hello, mr. Thickie.

Unhand this tree, you eco-nazis!

Excuse me. Stop, stop! I'll handle this.

My name's Elf.

Elf, it's a beautiful name.

My name's Kevin.

Patricia, come down this instant.

I will not. The earth needs me.

Why are you doing this, Kevin?

Did you join the police
to fight for justice

Or to strut about in a nice uniform?

It was a bit of both really.

Then join us, Kevin,
chain yourself to me.

Help me protect our children.

You're making an absolute
fool of yourself, Patricia.

My name is Squirrel Baggins.

Giving an alias to the police
is an extremely serious matter.

It is not a criminal offense
to take an assumed name.

It is if it's Squirrel Baggins.

♪ you can't kill the spirit ♪

♪ she's like a mountain... ♪

Now...

I'm going to attach
this rope to you-

Get back, get back, you fascist!

- Ow!
- Patricia, are you all right?

Police brutality! Police brutality!

Man: Hey!

Stand back, pig!

Aren't there any burglars
and muggers out there?

Or does the public pay
you to defend it from

Beautiful, wounded woodland nymphs?

Gosh.

( grunts )

- Ha!
- Whoa!

Let me down! Let me down at once!

If you don't, you will leave
me no choice but to arrest you.

Right, that's it. You are under arrest.

Come along with me.

♪ she goes on and
on and on and- ♪

Kevin!

- What do you think you're doing?
- My name's not Kevin.

It's Pixie.

And I'm protecting the planet.

And I think I might be on here.

Dereliction of duty
is an offense, Pixie,

Even in the magic forest.

I thought you lot were supposed to be
against the exploitation of dumb creatures.

Mmm, yes, you.

I don't even know your name.

That's right, Patricia, get
the swine's name. Well done.

What are names? I'm known by my deeds.

I'm the green avenger,

The one the bypass builders fear most.

They'll have to build a bypass
just to get round his head.

Most people call me...

Stallion.

My name is Squirrel Baggins.

- Squirrel?
- Yes, Stallion?

I came here to protect
things of great beauty,

But I never dreamed I would end
up protecting something as...

- Beautiful as you.
- Oh, please!

I have a woodland hideaway
perfect for a squirrel.

You can rest and perhaps
nibble on my nuts.

( gasps )

( grunts )

- ( Stallion grunts )
- ( Patricia squeals )

Ours is not to reason why, Habib,

Ours is but to do and, um...

Get suspended from a tree by the dongas?

Well, you've all done very well today

And acted with great restraint.

What we must remember

Is that these people
are deeply frustrated.

Yes, I know how they feel.

Some crusty called me a fascist.

Me! I said, "listen mate,

I've had skinheads shove dog
doo through my letterbox."

Well said, constable.

And did he slink away suitably cowed?

No. He said he hadn't
called me a racist,

He'd called me a fascist,

Which is an authoritarian opposed
to democracy and liberalism.

Ah, and what did you say to that?

Well, I was a bit
stumped, quite frankly.

So I said, "shut your
mouth, you pompous git!"

And I nicked him.

Ah, those years at Accrington school

Debating society not
entirely wasted then.

I remember skinheads putting
dog doo through our letterbox.

One day I heard it
happening, so I open my window

And I empty a full baby's potty on him.

- Did he ever come back again?
- He had to.

It was the postman.

( scoffs ) what a world, eh?

Sometimes I wish I could just
go and live somewhere on Radio 4.

Oh well, I'll be wending
my sad, lonely, weary way.

Dismissed.

Good night, everyone.

I think you should be very
proud of sergeant Dawkins, sir.

She's standing up for what she believes,

Suffering discomfort and cold.

It'll be horrible out
there in the woods tonight.

Yes, that's true, isn't it?

Thank you, Habib,

You've made me see things differently.

A night or two shivering in a forest
and she'll soon come running back.

Well, I'm going home for
a nice cup of horlicks.

I rather doubt Patricia'll get

Anything warm and satisfying
inside her tonight.

Oh- ( panting )
what am I doing?

This is terrible.

Squirrel...

We're wood folk,

Free spirits. We aren't
chained by society.

We reject their roads and
we reject their conventions.

They can't make us small
and guilty like them.

That's a sort of nice way of
asking for a bonk, isn't it?

Squirrel, I am nature-

A savage, an earth creature. Are you?

Well, I am a member
of the national trust.

Then act like a member
of the national trust.

Provide me with unhindered
access to your areas

Of outstanding natural beauty.

( thunder crashes )

Patricia!

Come on, squirrel.

You've been avoiding earth
moving equipment all day.

I've got one set of
earth moving equipment

You won't want to protest about.

We must destroy the destroyer!

( cheers )

I'll show you how to make bombs.

We can burn their death machines!

( crowd cheering )

This time, when they come with
their security men and their pigs,

- We'll be ready!
- All: Yeah!

You can't do that, you bloody idiot!

They'll bring in tear-gas,

Riot police! What will you do then?

- I can get guns if you want them.
- ( cheering )

Mr. Stallion, I am a police officer.

( crowd boos, hisses )

And you are under arrest for
incitement to riot and violence.

Dream on, babes.

- No pig'll ever take me.
- ( groans )

- ( crowd cheers )
- Will you follow me?!

All: Yes!

If you do, you'll be following
him to jail, I'm afraid.

- You, sir, are under arrest.
- Ha!

Now be careful. I've been trained.

Thanks. We'll drink it later.

Ha!

All right, then,

Come on. Come on.

( karate yells )

So you finally bonked me,
babes. I knew you would.

I brought your breakfast, Patricia.

He was so wild, so strong.

He cares about the future, and
he'll go to prison for his beliefs.

I fear not, Patricia.

Mr. Stallion is free.

- Thank you, Habib.
- Yes, sir.

On the grounds that he, like us,

Is in the employ of her majesty.

What?!

Carlton, MI5...

Babes.

A secret agent?!

One of britain's elite.

Britain's elite? Ha!

Throughout the cold war,
you were run by the KGB...

As a sort of gay,
sexualist dating agency

For grumpy alcoholics.

Burgess, Maclean, Philby,

Blunt, the fifth man, the sixth man,

The eighth man from the left.

If you told them the time
of the last coach to Croyden

They'd have flogged it to
Moscow for a bottle of scotch

And a copy of "zipper."

Go on, clear off.

No, I want to know what he was doing.

Agent provocateur, babes,

Infiltrate the protestors.

Penetrate them, if possible.

Identify the hotheads

And provoke them into violent action.

- What about people's beliefs?
- Is this chick for real?

You're nothing but an oily little sneak,

And a coward.

My boyfriend Raymond

Is twice the man you'll ever be.

And what's more,

Not having sex with him

Is 10 times nicer than
not having sex with you!

Yes, well...

Least said, soonest mended, perhaps.

Go on, clear off.

Go and listen to somebody's phone calls.

Ha!

- Has he gone?
- Yes.

Shame, I'd like to have met him.

I must say, it's quite a treat,

Having a real live spy in the station.

Very special breed of men,

Tough, ruthless,

No fannying about.

I'm sorry I missed him,

I think we might have bonded.

Whose is the Nissan
Micra in the car park?

- Who are you?
- Carlton, MI5.

Oh, it's mine as it happens.

Grim, C.I.D. it's a lovely
motor, don't you think?

- You fancy a spin?
- You dinged my Aston!

Do you drive an Aston Martin?

A dinged Aston Martin. Dinged by you.

- You dinged me!
- I did not!

- You dinged me!
- No way, mate!

- You dinged me!
- Learn to drive, why don't you?

- You learn to drive!
- Get some glasses!

Get- a hearing aid!

Right.

Ha!

Look...

Maybe we should just
exchange names and addresses.

( theme music playing )