All language subtitles for The Professionals - 1x02 - The Female Factor1

Well, I'm not in the
government, you know. Not yet, anyway.

Just shadow minister in opposition.

But in my opinion, the
electorate of this country will

put us back into power
within the next 12 months.

Certainly you can quote me.

You're welcome, George.

Forgot you, sir.

Jessica?

Yes, sir, Charles?

I'm going back to London.

See you Monday.

Yes, sir.

And you haven't forgotten that the Prime
Minister is... No, I haven't forgotten.

I'll contact him this evening.

Don't go to me again, Peter.

I'm driving myself. Yes, sir.

Be quiet! Ow!

Anarchy, acts of terror,
crimes against the public.

To combat it, I've got special men.

Experts from the army, the
police, from every service.

These are the professionals.

Now, you're quite sure you're all right?

Fine, thank you. Only a
couple of bruises, that's all.

Now, there will be somebody
inside to look after you, won't there?

No, actually, the
house belongs to my uncle,

and he's away at the
moment, in the country.

Look, you've been so kind
bringing me home and everything.

You will come in and have a drink?

Aren't you a little young to be
offering a strange elderly gentleman drinks?

Well, it is after six.

All right, but I must make a phone call.

You know you're not a bit elderly.

You're only, what, 40, 45?

Stop flattering me, outrageously.

Hello? At last!

Sir Charles Milvan here.

Is he free to talk?

No, no, I won't be at home.

I'm dining out tonight.

Hello, Simon.

Oh, hello, Anne. You're up early.

How did you make out?

In the purse.

Was he generous?

He was a louse.

I don't want to have to
see him again, not ever.

And you can tell whence it's that from me.

Well, you can tell him
that yourself. He's coming

here in a minute to pick me up. Good.

Simon?

My dear, he was generous.

Simon, what are you doing here, anyway?

Clearing up. We used the place
for a badger job last night.

What was she like? Do
you know who this is?

I know she's got a great future. We
picked her up a month ago outside the station.

She looks very young.

Yes, it was a problem, but I solved it.

In your usual way?

Mm-hmm.

Got her hooked on me
first, then really hooked.

I should do anything for her daily fix.

Absolutely anything.

Give me a drink, will you?

Usual.

Shall I bring it in to you? Anne?

Anne?

Anne!

Wait, sirs! Sit down, Capastro.

Must have taken the back way.

No.

Eh?

She just ran out.

You didn't say anything to her,
just talking about this girl.

This girl?

This the girl you're using on
that badger job? That's right.

Why the hell didn't you show
me? Why the hell should I?

I found her. You found big trouble to
him. Now we'd better find Anne, and fast.

I beg your pardon?

Doyle.

Ray Doyle. Is he here?

Ray Doyle?

He moved away from here,
what, three years ago at least.

Moved?

Yeah, across the river.

Chelsea. Went up in the world.

Do you know where he is?

No.

I think I've got his
phone number somewhere.

Hang on.

There we are. Knew I had it somewhere.

What are you doing here?

I just thought I'd take
a walk. I need some air.

Good.

I approve.

Don't let her stop you.

You might have needed
air, but not that much.

No.

Oh, no! No!

Nice speech, the old man
made, eh? A filibuster.

Do you think he's noticed we've
slipped away nearly four hours ago?

He's probably still filthy.

PHONE RINGS PHONE RINGS
That could be important.

We are off duty. You're
right. You're absolutely right.

Definitely.

On the other hand, it could be wrong.

Hello?

Who?

Reeves.

Reeves who?

Yeah, yes, yes, now I remember.
Look, do you know what the time is?

What?

Well, she seemed
disturbed. She asked for you. Yeah,

and I told her you'd
moved away and went to

get your number, but
she'd run off. Run off?

What do you mean, run off? Well, that's
why I thought I ought to call you, Mr. Dog.

You see, there were
these men. Men? What men?

Maybe they were in a hurry,
or perhaps I imagined it,

but there were two men
in a big American car,

and they looked as if they were
chasing her. Yes, hang on a minute.

Did you get her name?

What does she look like?

And she just asked for me, eh? Yeah.

Yeah, no, no, that's fine. No,
it's all right. Thanks for calling.

Yeah, ciao.

Ray?

Ray!

Look, Sue, make us a
cup of coffee, will you?

Go on, then.

So what happened to
the party spirit, then?

Woman just turned up at the place
I used to live, looking for me.

Very upset.

And ever so slightly pregnant?

Look, when I was with
the drug squad, listen,

about a dozen people knew where I lived.

And they all had strict instructions
never to use that address unless it was very,

very important. Ray,
that's got to be at least

three years ago. Someone was chasing her.

Okay. Okay what?

Well, let's go and check it out.
That's what you want, isn't it?

What about the girls?

Leave it to me.

Tall, very beautiful, about 30, 35.

Anything else?

Well, got a very sexy voice, low. Oh,
yeah, and she was wearing a fur coat.

Looked like a real one, mink. What
about the men who were chasing her?

I didn't say they were
chasing her. I said I thought

they might be chasing
her. You see their faces?

No, but I think one of them was black.

Big young car? Yeah, sort
of gold colour. I wouldn't

know the mate. And they went that way?

Towards the river, yeah. Thanks anyway.

Okay, so where does this go to?

Chiswick.

That's miles away.

Look, she's been gone an hour.

Look, Ray, you've gone through the
motions, now just forget it, right?

All right, we go to Chiswick.

Nice sunny day, love to see it
glinting on those polluted waters.

So who do you think it is, Sherlock?

That stuff about the voice.

Yeah. I think it's somebody I
used to know, Anne Seyfried.

Mind you, that description
could be anybody, couldn't it? Yep.

Let's go and get some coffee.

Ray.

Suicide.

Yeah?

Why haven't we found the mink?

What happened to the fur coat?

She could have just
dropped her coat and she jumped.

Some joker happens
along, picks it up. Simple.

Yeah, what about the guys
chasing her then? What about them?

If they were chasing her.

Look, a big flash car
driven by a black guy.

Add them together and what have you got?

A black guy driving a flash car.

It adds up to a high-class
pimp for a high-class hooker.

That's what Ann Seaford
was. Oh, dear, Doyle.

What a full and
formative life you had, eh?

Pimps and high-class hookers. Wow.
That's the basis of police work, that is.

Yeah.

Contacts. Information.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Wow.

See? I was enjoying myself
while you were in the army.

Yeah, very nice.

Who did she hook, Croesus? If
he was a man, you can bet on it.

Security lock.

Ray, it's just a suicide.

Not even anything to do with us.

Cowley will eat you alive.

Yeah.

It's a great pity.

Yes, and not something special.

A real investment.

I mean that you allowed her
to see Sarah's photo there.

Foolishly allowed it. I
didn't know. It wasn't my fault.

Futuitously, then?

Would you say it was futuitous?

Well, no.

Foolishly, then.

You know, it was right the first time.

However, from what you tell
me, you handled it well enough.

Oh, yes.

A genuine suicide.

Well, hardly that. A fake suicide.

Sam?

Sam.

Uncle Sam, if you please.

Uncle Sam.

Do I get my prize now?

Prizes have to be won, my dear.

Prizes have to be earned.

Detective Superintendent Toulson, sir.

Ah, yes, it was you who called me.
Yeah, well, I felt I had to, sir.

Those two boys of yours, they're
running roughshod over my men.

Now, this is a common
suicide, possibly murder,

but right outside CI5's
jurisdiction. Nothing

is outside our
jurisdiction, Superintendent.

Wait outside.

Now.

As far as I can make out, a
call girl drowned herself.

This is personal, sir.

Nothing is personal, Doyle.

When you joined CI5, I made that perfectly

clear. The department owns you. I own you.

I can sell your body to science
if I want while it's still alive.

We are off duty, sir.

You are never off
duty. That is one thing we

do share with the
police, and the only thing.

Now I find you're sharing a common
suicide with them. I knew her. That's no answer.

You're C.I.5, both of you.

CI5 means special assignments only.

With authority to investigate any and
every incident. That's in the small print,

sir. Don't you quote
the small print at me.

For every sentence of small print
you produce, I can produce smaller.

This is a police matter. Leave it
to the police. Personal or not,

we don't pay you what we pay you to
get mixed up and soldered until suicide.

Chiltham?

Yes, sir? I want this apartment
sealed off. This is now a CI5 case.

We'll send in our own forensics men.

But... Don't back me!

Do you want to see the small
print on our authority? No, sir.

This phone number.

Do you recognise it? No.

I'd be alarmed if you did.

It's the Prime Minister's private line.

Why not? He is a man.

He's a good-looking woman.

No, that's out of the question.

Pleasure.

Well, he's one man who can't make any
kind of money without somebody noticing.

Police, special branch, security. So,
if he had been seeing Anne Seyfried,

we'd know about it, wouldn't we?

So it must be someone else.

Someone who knows his
private number. Can't be, Manny.

Oh, every cabinet minister, for a start.

I reckon she was knotted.

Help yourselves.

Thank you, sir.

Well, go on.

Well, she was a very nice girl.

Hookers are women, you
know. They can be nice.

Have a heart of gold, did
she? No, but she did have

a sort of code. Oh,
yeah, so long as you pay.

That's right.

But if it came to something really bad,
she was straight as a die. Like what?

Like girls underage.

That's how I met her. She helped me to
find this 14-year-old girl on the run.

It just wasn't the
suicide sort. Was it a pimp?

No, no, no, no. Not
three years ago, anyway.

Three years are like 30 in that trade.

Yes, your son will average three
tricks a day. That's 2,000 men,

not counting the trade fairs.

Yeah, well, I suppose she
does need a pimp by now.

I mean, someone to lean
on, you know, security.

Don't push your luck, Bodie.

If he exists, that pimp, I want him.

Charlie, come in.

All right.

Charlie, I thought you weren't coming.

Fancy a swim?

A swim?

I haven't got a costume.

I'm all ready for it.

Never mind. I laid out a pair
of Uncle Sam's for you up there.

First bedroom on the left.

Go on.

You can teach me to swim underwater.

Stand there.

Your uncle, you sure he doesn't...

I told you, he's away all day,
right until tomorrow morning.

I'll be in the pool.

He's upstairs changing.

Uncle Sam.

Uncle Sam.

Just one little sniff. I need it.

Look, if you want me to go
through with this, I've got to have it.

Just one.

More.

Much more. When you've done your job.

Come on in, Charlie.

It's wonderful.

Come on!

Right.

Right!

To us.

Serendipity.

Serendipity?

A happy accident.

Do you know what I usually do now?

After a swim, when my
body's still tingling and alive,

I usually go and lie down on the bed.

I'm a creature of habit.

Some habits are good.

Calvert? Yes. They're on their way up.

Scented cigarettes?

You don't even smoke. You have to find
a pimp, right? Yeah. Know thy subject.

Right, where are we going now,
Batman? We are going dancing.

Dancing in the afternoon?

Know thy subject, right.

What's this? Manor from heaven?

Or is it still ginger ale?

Is this a bust?

Nope. It's present time.

Ray Doyle, you're a treasure.

You're an unmitigated,
lousy, slimy, crummy bastard.

But you're a treasure, too.

Hello. The bees went by my
body, you know. I like your friend.

Has he taken the vow of silence?

He listens and observes.

He doesn't look like a voyeur.

I'm very expensive.

Boy, now I can tell.

By the Oliver Nestle suite.

You should have taken the vase.

I need a favor, Paula.

Get lost. Give me a favor.

Information.

Yeah.

What is it worth?

The favor you owe me.

Having trouble here? Mm-mm.

No trouble at all, thanks.

I got a bottle of champagne invested here.

Yeah, yeah, well, we'll
be finished in a minute.

Well, you heard what he said. Push on.

Champagne.

Magnum.

Ann Seaford.

He didn't even pay for the champagne.

Ann Seaford? Don't you read
the newspapers? She's dead.

She took a jump into the Thames
and did deep breathing exercises.

Maybe she didn't jump.

Well, maybe she didn't.
Anyway, she was out of

my class. Ritzy car,
owned flat. Owned film?

Maybe.

Name?

I don't know.

I don't know. Kids don't advertise.

Anyway, whoever he is, he
runs a very fine stage.

So, give me the name of another runner.

All right, Doyle. Try Joanna.
What's her number? 262-9138.

Is this absolutely necessary?

What's a pimp?

Lowest form of life? Yeah.

He's also a protector.

His girls are valuable merchandise.
Anything happens to one of his girls,

the pimp comes running. Come on.

It has to be a fortune.

Hello, Joanna.

Well, hello there. And who's this?

Yes, yes, I'm free.

Say in about an hour from now?

Of course.

I'll give you the address.

Well, hi there.

Yeah?

The muse, yeah, got it.

Yeah, I'll be there within the hour.

I'll be waiting. And just one
thing, who recommended you?

Well, it was a girl called Anne.

Anne Seaford.

Okay, bye.

You in business?

Yeah, 3.30.

Someone we know?

No, but okay. He knew Anne.

Anne Seaford?

Yeah.

Poor Anne.

I'll be in the next room.

You're staying? I thought
you were going to the club.

What, and leave you all alone?

What about a swim?

What about... Sir Charles Milvan?

Yes?

Sorry, Charlie.

Sir Charles.

You have been taking a
great interest in Sarah.

We, in turn, have been
taking a great interest in you.

Here. How are you
gonna play it? Uh, drunk.

Oh, damn, he's early.

But on your pretty smile, a
pretty smile's money the bank.

Joanna?

Yes, hello.

Up here, is it?

You're not quite as pretty as I
thought you were going to be. Oh.

That's all right, because
Anne... It's all right,

because Anne says
you're absolutely fantastic.

Good, isn't there?

Oh, it's nice. It's 50 quid.

Yeah, great. How about a little drink?

For half an hour? Sure.

Wences will have stuff.

Won't he?

Simon!

Yes, Wences always has stuff.

Are you sure you can afford me?

Yeah.

All credit you want. Take your pick.

Don't be funny. It's cash, or out you go.

Cash for what?

I like to see what I'm
buying, so get them off.

Look, you've been here
ten minutes already.

Time is money.

Give stamps as well.

What's going to happen to Charlie?

I need it, Simon.

I need it now.

Listen, I'll tell you the truth.

Love, I don't fancy you. Now, drink?

Terrific. But you?

Do you give steps?

Well, I'm not going to pay
you, so what are you going to do?

Take it out of your hide.

And when your hide's all used up,
I'm gonna take it out of your pockets.

Okay, okay, I'm throwing you out.

Eventually.

I lied.

You're pretty. And a drink's louder.

Inventive.

And physically, very impressive.

But I think we can agree,
Sir Charles, not pretty.

Not the sort of stuff
that votes are made of.

Would you like a drink?

What do you want?

How much?

That's difficult to measure, Sir Charles.

The total destruction of a fine
political career, a shattered marriage,

and the laughter. In a sense, the worst
of it all, the laughter and the disdain.

Difficult to measure in terms of
money, so let's not bother with it.

Let's just say a service rendered.

You're in a privileged
position, Sir Charles.

And we would like to share that privilege.

Share?

There is a file that shows
the economic and industrial

disposition of Europe in the event of war.

We know it exists.

We also know it has a high
security classification.

We know that a shadow
minister, you have access to it.

You know I don't carry stuff in the car.

And you know I need my stuff.

Simon, you promised me.

When we get back to my place.

I need it now.

Later. We've got to see Baker first.

Uncle Sam.

Uncle Sam has stuff.

Lots of it.

Everything we got from
Anne Seaford's flat.

Papers, letters.

Addresses?

Oh, addresses and phone
numbers. More than a thousand of them.

We've got a team checking them out
now. It's going to take a lot of time.

Is that all?

Oh, yes.

There's this.

A child.

Growing into a woman.

They were hidden away in a special place.

The baby's here.

With this.

I think so.

Have you checked?

There's this letter to Anne
Seaford, dated 18 years ago.

Dear Miss Seaford, you must
understand it would be quite

impossible for you to see
your daughter at any time.

We're now her legal
parents. She's our child now.

You will appreciate that
in view of your lifestyle,

There can be no question of
you ever meeting your daughter.

However, we are quite willing to send
you photographs of her from time to time.

By the way, we've
decided to call her Sarah.

Sir, that pimp.

We've got him.

Henry Aloysius Wences.

Sit down.

This isn't a regular bust.

You're not coppers. No, we're worse.

Much worse.

Sit down, Mr. Wences.

Please.

Now, tell me about Anne Seaford.

Anne who? I'm particularly
interested in her clientele, you see.

I've never heard of an Anne Seaford.
You would know all about them, of course,

in your capacity as her technical advisor.

Shall we call it that, eh?

Sounds much better, don't you
think? Look, I know my rights.

I've been busted before. Now you've
been busted again. And see further.

To hold me, you've got to charge me.

And with what?

Something to do with some Anne Seaford.

Well, I've told you, I don't know her.

And you've got to prove different.

You can't make out any link
between me and... Yes, Mr. Wences.

I know this girl, do you?

No.

No.

Oh, yes, you do. In fact, I'm sure you
do. Well, if he doesn't, I certainly do.

Saw him not less than
half an hour ago in a car.

Right outside your place.

Now, isn't that a coincidence, Mr. Wences?

I want a lawyer.

I'm saying nothing until I've
seen a lawyer. Saying nothing?

Oh, dear.

That would be most unhelpful, wouldn't it?

This is illegal.

You've got to charge me. This is illegal.

I'll tell you one thing.

It's not going to be fun.

Sir?

Who is she, that girl?

Anne Seaford's daughter. Her daughter?

The file?

The file?

I read the entire contents of
it three months ago in Moscow.

It is not the file we want.

It is him.

For the rest of his natural life.

The very moment he commits that
act of betrayal, he belongs to us.

A respected politician who will
one day figure in the government?

In our pocket, hmm?

Vasi si drovia.

Vasi si drovia.

Now wait here.

Simon, he's got stuff in there. I
know he has. Please. I'll ask him.

Wait here.

Hello, Carla.

Wences has been arrested.

I don't know why he's in that kind
of business when sis gets busted.

You should have known.

You were responsible.

I told you.

You've got to watch it.

But we don't know why. What's it
matter? He won't talk. What if he does?

What can he tell them?

He doesn't know any details of this. He
doesn't even know that you or I exist.

He could lead them to him.
Where does that get them?

One step closer to us.

That's ridiculous.

You don't think I would talk to
you? You can't honestly think that.

I'm in this up to my neck.

I killed Anne for you.
And Sarah, who found her?

Yes.

Where is the girl? She's
outside waiting in the car.

We are very grateful to you.

Mr. Calvert, we now have Sir
Charles Milvern in our pocket,

our own man inside the establishment,

and the greatest advantage of all
is that no one knows he exists.

Except sir and you.

I'll send the squad to clean
up here. Is he dead? Of course.

And now we have to kill the girl.

What was she looking for? Coke.

Cocaine.

Did she find it?

After the job was done,
I disposed of it all.

She didn't find it, so she still needs it.

Where?

She knows no one in the city?

Where will she go?

Culver's place.

The pimp talked.

And?

Simon Culver, procurer of girls. And
anything else you haven't a fancy?

Like setting up a badger job.

Blackmail.

That's the place. That's the car I
saw earlier. All right, check it.

No way.

My God, move! Move!

You're dealing with crows.

I know the fat one, Cherkov, KGB.

Right, go. 51, move.

This way! Hold it right there!

They're after the girl!

Ready? You all right?

Yeah! Gotta go!

Tchaikov.

He was a good man.

Yeah?

Well, there's a better man back there.

Doyle!

Are you all right?

All right, boy, all right.

At least I haven't got your problem.

It's gone right through.

Sir Charles, I have Mr Cowley outside.

Send him in, will you?

Mr Cowley?

CI5, isn't it?

What can I do for you?

I have an urgent document
requiring your signature, Sir Charles.

What kind of a document?

Is this some kind of joke?

If so, it's in very bad taste.

Then I'm to blame.

I drafted it myself. What's the meaning
of it? Oh, I thought it perfectly clear.

Ill health is forcing you to
retire from all public life.

Permanently.

Ill health?

What the devil do you mean? Ah, the devil.

Yes, I think the devil had
something to do with it.

You'll notice that the
document has been endorsed by

both the Prime Minister
and your own party leader.

Your retirement is official, Sir Charles.

I hope you'll enjoy it.

I'm very sorry.

Be a big plus with the
girls, that, you know?

The sticks. Yeah, you can
fabricate a bit, invent some story.

Say you got it ski jumping or something.

Or you can pretend you got it
doing something really dangerous.