All language subtitles for Professionals.S01E02.1080p.WEB.H264-STRONTiUM_Track04

Previously on Professionals...

I can't wait to see Tariq go down
for racketeering and murder.

-Have a nice day.
-I'm going to find you.

-No evidence, no case.
-Work for me.

We're done here.

-I could use your help with Tariq.
-He's not your friend.

Panacea will track the outbreak
of infectious diseases.

Dr. Geller, Panacea is in your hands.

Commencing launch sequence.

-Peter Swann.
-What do you want?

-Your help.
-Grace told me

about your and her time together.

-You're an authority on...
-Blowing stuff up.

What the heck blew up my rocket?

The only way I can help is to go
to French Guiana and see what I see.

These are the only people
you two can trust right now.

Dad did manage to coax a certain
Goth goddess out of her crypt.

Hello, father figure.

That girl is genetically wired
to pop my brain!

Cops aren't welcome.

Cool. Not a fan myself.

I'm looking for this girl.
She needs a doctor.

You go, or you'll need the doctor.

It's all right.
It's okay, he'll be all right.

What's happening is your Adam's apple
is blocking your trachea.

I can pop it back if you want,
but that's entirely up to you.

You know this guy they call Vial?

Tell me where he is in this circus,

or you'll die
in front of these clowns.

Can you be slightly more specific?

Thank you.

-I'm gonna kill you.
-Get in line.

Going in. Be ready to come in hot.

You see how he pointed a gun on me?
Would he shoot me?

-Really?
-Isn't it nice we'll never find out?

Hey, what's up?

-Bad time?
-Nah. Gimme a sec.

Hey, cover me. I gotta take this.

Is this the call
I've been dreaming of?

Depends. Have you been dreaming
of dying in French Guiana?

I knew you'd get back on the circuit.

Seriously though, a tug boat?

It's a yacht.

Job's only a couple of days.
An old friend needs a favor.

Since when are you doing favors?
Since when do you have any friends?

Can you be there in 24 hours?

Yeah.

Don't move. Hands in the air!

Better make that 36.

Hi.

-Who's the client?
-Some billionaire named Swann.

The rocket guy?

Yeah. That's why we're going
to French Guiana.

That's where the rocket site is.
Gotta flush out who blew it up.

We have any intel?
Or is this a snipe hunt?

Do you really have to ask?
You in or out?

From where I'm sitting?
Sounds like a vacation.

Great, I'll send you the deets.

-You got a six on Romy?
-Yeah.

Hey, Romy. How's Hollywood?
You famous yet?

As glamorous as you think it is.
Whatever you're calling about...

-count me in.
-Great.

Blood and guts I can handle,
but dog pee? It's a no-go.

Hey there, ponytail. It's dad.

Listen, if you hear anything
about me in the news, I'm fine.

Grace is fine.

But I need you to call me back.

Right? Send me a text or...

smoke signal.

Yeah

You're listening to Vial

You already know

Vial, baby

Knock knock, it's the big, bad wolf
Standing at your front door

Huffing, puffing
Eat you like a muffin

Creamy stuffing

Sorry, homie
There ain't nothing you can do

When I come at you like Pooh Bear
Steal your honey

But I don't need your money
Cos in case you haven't heard,

I'm a gangster millionaire
Throw that money in the air

Sorry. It's my father.

That phone is a golden leash,
and he yanks it whenever he wants.

You know what? Everybody take five!

I gotta show this bitch
who her real daddy is.

I've been meaning to ask, Dr. Davila.

Souvenir from the in-country?

No, it's just a reminder
to always wear my seat belt.

-Right, Vincent?
-Vincent? Come here.

Duty calls.

Hi. I'm leaving my fourth message.

I got this one in a bar fight.

Get back to me. I love you.

Just... talking
to my daughter's voicemail.

Her phone is actually grafted
to her hand.

Until I call.

Yeah.

Hey...

To the two most powerful words
in the English language.

Thank you.

No thank you.

No? There's beer if you...

This drinking with your client thing.
I'm sure you understand.

Oh, right.

Same goes for the crew too, huh?

With all the weapons on board,
it's good to keep Jack to one bottle.

-So I'm still a client?
-Until we get you home safely, yes.

There's nothing safe
about where we're going.

Father and my kid sister Zora
are lying in wait

right now, sharpening a knife
with my name on it.

But you know, it's hard to tell...

the difference
of when business drama ends

and family drama starts.

Are you asking me for my advice?

If it's free. No, I'm kidding. Well...

I'm asking you to stay on.

Listen...

I'm scared, Vincent.

And not for myself,
not for anything I own, but...

I'm concerned about Grace.
I have to have her safe.

Even if that means dragging you
back into her life.

I mean, I say this knowing
what we have in common.

So...

You know, don't answer now.
Think about it and get back to me.

Decorum, please.

Let's begin.

Mr. Basari!

Are you surprised
the case was dismissed?

Will you file a suit against Europol?

A lot of people say a person who
looks like me will never get justice

in a place like this,
but to them I said no.

We must have faith in the value
of our free society.

The system works,
and it did work for me.

So I bear no ill will
towards Europol or anyone

who accuses me
of these terrible crimes.

In fact, my chief inquisitor,
Agent Neumann, is here.

I'd like to state publicly...

I will take no legal action
against him for his harassment

of myself and my family.

Instead...

let us embrace...

in the name of justice served.

Next time, I'll take personal care
of you and your family.

Show me! Try now! Kill me!

Let me go!

Grace, they are sending us
more patients to pick up.

Are they coming
from the clinic, or...?

I don't know. I will call
headquarters to find out.

I can't feel my legs.

Moussa!

Remind me to stay on your good side.

Huh?

I said...

remind me to stay
on your good side.

-I didn't have my seat belt on.
-Oh, always wear your seat belt.

That'll leave a mark.

Hi.

Hi. I'm Vincent.

What's your name?

Grace.

Grace?

Grace, wake up. We're here.

-Where's here?
-It's my dad's place.

Peter!

-Peter, are you okay?
-We're good.

-Really?
-Yeah.

-Okay.
-Thank God you got out.

Thank them.

Has Jane called you?

-Have you heard from her?
-No, but maybe dad has.

He's been glued to the news,

like everybody else.
Half the world thinks you're dead!

-The other half wants me dead.
-It's been absolute hysteria.

-Wasn't that Luther?
-Yeah.

-The plot thickens.
-Not for me. I'm done.

Whoa. This place
has its own zip code!

Try not to get lost.

These are not
your typical servants' quarters.

-Yeah, I could get used to this.
-Well, don't.

Grab a shower, stow your gear.

Be ready to leave
the second that we get paid.

Boots off when you get to your room.
Jack, your socks too.

-Nothing from Jane?
-No.

Why can't she over-share
on social media

like every other
normal 20-something year old girl?

Oh, yeah.

Who is it?

It's me.

Gimme a second.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Can I come in?
-Your virgin eyes are safe.

What brings you
to the servants' quarters?

-Hoping maybe we could talk.
-About?

Settling up.

Services rendered and...
and all that.

Feels wrong taking money from you.
Not from Peter, but from you.

Now we're even.

I guess you're all in a big rush
to get home.

Romy lives out of a tennis bag.

Trig is hiding from his kids,

and I'm pretty sure Jack
hasn't figured out the shower yet.

And you, Vincent?
Are you in a big rush?

I'm not asking for me.

What Peter's trying to do,
it's so important.

But he needs help.

The kind even a billionaire
can't buy.

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

Maybe not even his family.

-He seems close with his sister.
-Half-sister, for what it's worth.

Reginald dumped her mother
when Zora was nine years old.

I'm doing what I can,
but I can't do what you do.

But if we work together...

Believe me,
it's for the good of the whole world.

But Peter can't work on Panacea
when he has all these worries.

And now he needs help
finding his daughter Jane.

Do you think it's easy for me
seeing you with him?

Vincent, you decent?

-So what's going on?
-Settling up.

I figured I'd take care of this
while you were in the shower.

I'll pack up and hit the road.

Before you do,
there's one more favor

I have to ask of you
if you're willing.

-Lead the way.
-After you.

Peter! Hey!

Not funny!

How could you be so selfish?

-So reckless?
-We're being selfish?

For almost being murdered?

For putting yourselves in danger
in the first place!

The only danger now
is ignoring the truth.

Please.

Who would destroy a satellite
tracking diseases, of all things?

-Wait, isn't that...?
-Yeah.

Luther! What the hell is this?

We caught these three smuggling
weapons hidden in these baskets.

I see baskets, I see bodies,
I see figs.

What I don't see are guns.

-Do you see this one?
-Do you see that one?

Get out of here, kid.

How many's that? Ten? Twelve?

-Or is it too many to count?
-Seventeen.

What do you think we're doing?
Making friends?

Get your ass up!

Kick his ass.

He started it. He can finish it.

Get your ass up.

You touch me again, and you're fired!

Too late. I quit.

Vincent.

Would you please tell my obstinate
and narrow-minded family

that what happened in Guiana
was not a failed kidnapping attempt!

Why should I listen to him
any more than you?

Because he is Vincent Corbo.

Mr. Corbo's a legend
in the security industry.

First rate operator
known all over the world.

Not sure if he recalls, but he and I
worked together briefly, in Iraq.

I was just thinking about that.

But I heard you retired.

You heard right.

Mr. Swann and Dr. Davila asked me
to run their private security.

They offered me a contract
that was so generous

my own team would have fragged me
had I passed it up.

Well, now that's settled,
whatever it was,

can we please get clear
on next steps?

Until we know what
or who we're up against,

I think we need to freeze
the next launch.

Regardless of the hit
on our market value.

No, it's not happening.
Tell them, Grace.

Modeling is ongoing,

but multiple vectors are converging
along the Congolese border.

Meaning what?

Meaning a pandemic not seen since
Spanish flu killed 80 million people.

That was before super saver airlines.

The next window launch
is in seven weeks.

We need to get a new Panacea
online as soon as possible.

You just told us
that the last one was sabotaged.

Now you want to blunder on
and risk another rocket?

Children, focus!

We all know how the markets love
instability and chaos.

Like a genius, alleged genius,
putting himself in harm's way.

How do we address this today

so Wall Street
doesn't destroy us tomorrow?

You two. Overpaid risk assessors.

Any advice?

You want to restore confidence?

You need to project calm,
control and...

positivity.

I concur.
You need to lie your butts off.

Reggie!

Let's regroup at dinner.

After my Vinyasa flow.

Can you do us a favor and make sure
your downward dog stays down?

Yeah, we have too many
stepmothers already.

-We should start on the media plan.
-I'll be right through.

And you!

I don't know what I said or did
that got him to change his mind,

but if you do change your mind back
the other way,

I will sue your ass!

Come on.

-Hugging?
-Yeah.

-Yeah.
-Okay.

That wasn't as bad
as I thought it would be. Jeez...

Wait. Please let that be my kid.

No, it's not my daughter. Abe Geller.

Abe! How's Dublin?

You been watching all the craziness?

Remember... positivity.

Well, what can I say?

What about your team?

Will they sign on
and help us find Peter's daughter?

You made them an offer
they won't refuse.

Peter.

We need to talk about the launch.

Seriously talk, Peter.

Which launch are you talking about?
The last one or the next one?

It's imprudent

to say too much on the phone.

Better talk when you get back.
Face to face.

Abe, are you okay?

Peter...

I'm so thankful you're all right.

Hello?

Here it comes.

Hey!

That's the best part.

When I caved in his nose job?
God, that felt good.

Out of respect
for your many past honors,

past honors, Agent Neumann,

Judge Petain has generously agreed
to forgo criminal charges.

In return, you will retire
from law enforcement,

take your pension and disappear.

Preferably far from Europe.

That's a problem, see?

When cops retire too early,
they get bored, so they drink.

When they drink, they talk,
and sometimes

they talk about the wrong people.

Like the judge who makes a call
when her son is pinched for dealing.

Now, for a mother's love,
maybe that can slide.

But then there's the agency big shot

who uses Europol money
to party in Dubai.

Or maybe the minister whose comrades

at the Russian Embassy leave him bags
of Euros here and there.

Is that enough?

Because I can go on and on

and on and on and on and on.

How bad?

Touch and go, but eventually
they saw things my way.

And Basari?

Officially, the case is closed.
We're back to working major crimes.

And unofficially?

I don't need to chase Basari
to catch him.

I just need to find that dirtbag
who jacked my evidence.

He's the key
to lock Basari away forever.

Vincent Corbo. Still in a hurry
to get... where, exactly?

-Ever figure it out?
-Away from you is a good start.

Maybe stay away.
Let me worry about Peter Swann.

-Like you worried about his rocket?
-Things happen. Even to billionaires.

The real mystery is,
why do you care?

You wanna help,
send me his threats file.

Do you one better.

Swann's daughter Jane,
who's not answering his calls?

She's holed up in Dublin
with a rapper full of facial tattoos.

-Did you tell Swann?
-I'm telling you.

See? There's no reason
we can't be friends.

Actually, I have 17 reasons.
And every night that I can't sleep,

I count them like 17 sheep
on the way to the slaughter.

Another sake will hit the spot.

You'll hit the ground.
What the hell, guys?

I told you
not to get too comfortable.

Check out the Jacuzzi. Salt water.

Swann has it shipped over
special from the Dead Sea.

It's got minerals!

Seventy-two hours danger pay
plus travel,

plus expenses, and over my objections
Dr. Davila doubled your bonuses.

And in American.
Classy lady, the doc.

Contract is fulfilled. You are free
to explore other opportunities.

For example...

I'm putting together
a security team for Swann.

I'm looking for
the most badass operators out there.

Until I find them,
I'll take you guys.

-What's the commitment?
-Three months. Options thereafter.

Pension, health,
bonuses to be determined.

-All danger pay?
-Are you worth all danger pay?

No, not hardly,
but if Swann's signing the checks...

Decide fast.
We're leaving for Ireland.

-More rocket drama?
-Family this time.

Swann's daughter's MIA.

Would he sue me, really?

Isn't it nice we'll never find out?

How concerned should I be?

I've sent them off scrambling
for your niece.

You do what you do best.
Let me do what I do best.

And what is that, exactly?

Aviva!

-How should I know where Jane is?
-Oh, I don't know.

-Because you gave birth to her.
-I remember.

Every time I sneeze
and my bladder leaks.

-No sign of Jane in the hospitals.
-Jails are a wash too.

Ask her about that rapper.

Do you know this...
Did she mention some rapper guy?

-Baby, I'm doing two shows a night.
-With facial tattoos?

Wait.

She sent me his album.

-Vial, he's called.
-Vial?

Another white kid embarrassing
himself with gang signs.

One minute, Aviva.

-Vial.
-Are we done? My fans won't wait.

Your fans can't wait,
or they'll drop dead of old age.

Listen... Have you given
any thought to my proposal?

A proposal is for getting married.

To get divorced you make an offer.
That better include you-know-what.

Never gonna happen.

Then, my never-to-be ex-husband,
it's till death do us part.

That went well.

Mr. Swann!

Isn't my wife torture enough?

Hard to be positive when I hate this.

Trust me, all you have to do
is smile. Follow me.

Mr. Swann!

Still smiling.

That wasn't so bad.

Mr. Swann! Were you in danger?

-Ajay, great job on short notice.
-No notice, but thank you.

Ajay Khan of Khan & Associates.

"Associates" means
his friends and family.

Most of whom are running interference
for us outside.

Ajay will be providing
our ground team,

and unless he's lost a step,
he has a line on Jane already.

Apologies, Mr. Swann.
My head tech and offspring Dhara

commandeered one
of your conference spaces.

-Why did you do all this?
-I told you to trust me.

Peter!

-No one told me you were back.
-It was a last-minute kind of thing.

Can we talk?

Not the best time right now.
Let me call you later.

Tariq sends his best.

If that's his best,
he's in worse shape than I thought.

We have history, Danny Boy,
but don't be stupid.

You pick my turf to steal from?
I told you I hate stupid.

I wanna crush it right out
of the world like a bug!

If you can't get your brother
to work for me,

then stay away from stealing
expensive cars on my turf!

Our next reunion
will not be this fun.

I promise you.

Jane Swann, 20. No one's seen her
for four or five days.

At least no one who cares about her.

Her father, Mr. Swann,
would like her found as soon

and as discreetly as possible.

Ajay.

The good news is
we might know how to find her.

The bad news is she's likely
to be with her boyfriend.

Dhara, if you please?

This, ladies and gentlemen,
is Stanley Fripp.

His nom de rap is,
accurately enough, Vial.

It suits him.
Multiple arrests for assault.

I've got a question for all you
wannabe rappers out there.

I know this guy.

They say his music's so awful
it stops bees from, you know...

mating.

Well, thank you for that, Hacksaw.

Despite, or perhaps because
of a manifest lack of musical talent,

Mr. Fripp's fan base can only
be described as legit.

Not worried about a few posers.

Not after they get an earful
of some heavy metal.

It's a public grab, so no weapons.

We'll extract Jane tonight,

from an old ballroom
where Vial's putting on a show.

Translation, he couldn't score
a real venue.

It works for us. No police presence.

You know what to do.

You go, or you'll need the doctor.

I'm going in.
Be ready to come in hot.

Vincent, you may have blown
the element of surprise!

Let me worry about that.

Dhara, how's my tracker?

All good. Your tracker is clear,

and I have a lock
on Jane's cell signal.

Same floor, looks like three rooms
beyond the stage.

Access to the back room via
a discreet entrance left of stage.

-Peter, you in position?
-We're standing by.

-Grace, you got that?
-Yeah, I'm going to the hospital now.

-The next doorway past the dunny.
-The what?

She means the toilet. The door after.

Best use simple words for him.

Also, best to switch channels
if you're gonna drag me.

Hey, what if
this boyfriend guy interferes?

-We're counting on it.
-What?

So the body bag option's
just off the table?

You'll have to ask Dr. Davila.
It was entirely her idea.

Security. Sorry to bother you.
I need to make my rounds.

Hurry up and get out.

Twenty yards ahead.

Make another right.

You're almost there.

I'm with Jane now.
She's semi-conscious.

-Her skin is cold and pale.
-What?

We're going!
We're going now! Let's go!

Mr. Swann, sit down!

Vincent, can you check her pulse?

Get off me, you creep!

Pulse is strong.

Okay. I'll see you at the hospital.

She's vital.

Vincent's got this.

Okay.

Can we go?

Jane, I'm a friend. I'm here to help.

Hey, yo.
What the hell's going on here?

Easy, Vial.
We need to get her to a doctor.

Yeah, well, how about
we stomp you instead?

I know my rights.
I'm not going anyplace with you.

Let's bring him with us.

Baby, what's wrong?

Does anybody else smell egg rolls?

Oh my God.

Stanley!

-What did you do to him?
-Oh God, I think Vial is OD'ing!

-Call the paramedics then, fool!
-I'm on it.

Let's roll.

Let's go, guys. Double time.
Before security gets here.

-They'll get her, Mr. Swann.
-Thank you very much.

Move, move, move!

-Sorry Miss, we've gotta go.
-Not without me.

That's the spirit, Miss.
You stand by your man.

All right, sir. Lead the way.

There he is!

Get her out of here.
Don't let him go till I get back.

Excuse me.

Dhara, if you copy,
I could use a path outta here.

-But you're headed nowhere!
-Story of my life. Any guidance?

Turning place ahead for the enceinte.

Simple, remember.

Toward the wall. You'll see
a passageway at two o'clock.

Okay.

-Go through it.
-I got it.

Keep moving forward
through the door across the hall.

Straight up
the old ballroom staircase.

Through the Zwinger
and onto the roof.

What exactly is a Zwinger?

It's kinda like a corridor
to channel your enemies into a...

How can I describe it?

-Kill zone.
-Precisely!

Don't you guys have books to burn?

Dead man. You're a dead man!

-Are you still with me?
-We're en route.

Egress through the door on the right,
straight to the roof.

-Then where?
-Nowhere. You jump.

He's getting pounded.

-How much longer?
-We're seconds away.

I see you.

I'm coming to you!

Stop fooling around and get in here!

-How's the boyfriend?
-Recovering. Maybe.

Heads up.

-Everybody all right?
-Everybody but you.

Ajay's gonna set you up with bunks.
We start early in the morning.

So no detours to the pub.

But beer's an ass-kicking
anti-inflammatory.

Yeah, every time you drink it,
you get your ass kicked.

Yeah, yeah...

Dhara, that was some first rate,
top-tier war zone improv.

But next time, let's keep
the vocabulary under 25 words.

Got it.

How's Jane?

She's stable.

-Grace is with her right now.
-And you're down here.

Yeah.

-You got kids, Vincent?
-I have a little brother.

And believe me, that's plenty.

What am I missing? What is she
not getting that I'm not giving her?

Ever shown her how you feel?

Detox, rehab,

more rehab, interventions,
best doctors in the world,

-spiritual advisors...
-I mean, have you ever shown her?

I got an idea.

-Yo, what's going on, man?
-Stanley D. Fripp.

-We haven't been properly introduced.
-I know who you are.

Yeah, you're that billionaire tool,
Peter Swann.

I know you know who I am.
But I'm not that guy tonight.

Tonight I'm just Jane's dad.

Also, I'm a music fan.

I bought your contract from the
record label. So you work for me now.

So buckle up. Should be a good ride.
Enjoy it.

Don't do this man, this is wrong!
This is wrong!

I expect a runaway success!

I don't know how I feel
about doing that.

You should feel lousy, sick
to your stomach, wracked with guilt.

Still, needed to be done.

Hey, it's cool, it's a hospital!

Don't worry, you'll survive.

You can be mad. You can hate me.

As long as you're okay,
I can live with that.

Subtitles: Aleksander Kerr
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