All language subtitles for The Professionals - 1x03 - Old Dog With New Tricks

Gardener's looking lovely, Henry.

We're taking care of it for you.

Got a gardener in today, especially.

Frank called in the other
night. Asked after you.

Everybody sends their love.

Mum's going to Spain again this year.

Same villa she had last year.

Said she prefers that to an hotel.

Being around boss-like.

And Henry, she wishes
you could be with us.

Well, we all do.

Things aren't too bad in here, are they?

I'm greasing enough palms.

I want out, Charlie. Henry.

Out, Charlie, out!

How is he, Charlie?

Still running the show in there, is he?

Still got the screws jumping?

He's not going to make it.

His eyes, I know that look.

We've got to get him out.

But Charlie, he's top
security. I mean, there's no chance.

Not the old way, no.

But they do things different these days.

Like this.

What do you think?

Right, let's be having you.

We did it.

By God, we pulled it off.

Get down.

Over there, and face the wall.

Vaudet!

Doyle!

Something that might interest us.

Then it must be death or
disaster. It's certainly death.

And as it's tied into an arms
robbery, it could be disaster.

Gentlemen, it's George Cowley.

And it isn't even St Valentine's Day.

I know this one.

Thomas Patrick Murphy, Liverpool Irish.

Been looking for him.

Yeah, but someone found him first.

Yeah, didn't they, though?

So?

I looked it over.

Well, that won't tell us much, will
it? You get the plans of the place?

Yeah.

Charlie, it'll take an army.

That's what we've got, haven't we?

An army.

What do we know?

Six Webleys, caliber 44, 20
Armalite rifles with ammunition to match,

and wait for it, two boxes of grenades.

Sixteen to a box, and
every one a big bang.

Great.

Nice clear view of the
street, nothing overlooking.

It's lovely.

What about the police
uniforms? They're arranged.

Mugs.

You were in Belfast, weren't you?

Yep.

But if you think you're gonna
draw me in on that one, forget it.

Trickly keeping the peace.

Whose peace?

And a head on my shoulders.

Grenades.

Grenades.

Jesus.

Billy.

Billy!

He's getting deaf as well as simple.

Friday, then.

And a hand-picked squad.

We'll swap ideas on that.

Later tonight.

The CI5, criminal intelligence, the
action squad, the big A, the squad.

All right, so we may have half a
dozen names, but only one job.

To see that no one messes on our doorstep.

And that means preventive
detection, preventive action.

To detect, determine, prevent,

and or take suitable action and or
actions against those transgressors

against the law outside the
norm of criminal activity.

To contain and render ineffective
such by whatever means necessary.

That's our official
brief, by any means necessary.

That's our loophole.

Now I'll tell you my interpretation.

I'll tell you what it's
really going to be like.

You'll be paired off, and from
then on you're the Bisto kids.

The slightest quiff of
anything and you move in.

Shake him down, crush him before they
even start to grow like an alley fight.

And that's what this is, an alley fight.

So kick him and the ghoulies first.

Do unto others now what
they are still thinking about.

Oh, there'll be squeals.

And once in a while,
you'll turn a law-abiding

citizen into an
authority-hating anarchist.

There'll be squeals and letters to MPs.

But that's the price they have,

and we have to pay to keep
this island clean and smelling,

even if ever so faintly,
of roses and lavender.

Now, you make a mistake like
that, and I'll back you to the hoots.

But make the other kind of mistake,

the kind that ends up with innocent
people bleeding all over the high street,

and the only backing you'll get is with
my boot and right out of this organization.

Any questions?

Now, Frank, sir.

Eh?

If we are to be paired off, obviously
one of us has to be senior to the other.

Obviously? Why obviously?

Two fellas on the roof arguing
who's in charge. They'll both get shot.

You're a team, like
footballers are a team.

They don't have conferences
in front of goal, do they?

Too bloody right they don't.
First one there kicks the ball.

Have anything to discuss, then
do it before or after the game.

Preferably after.

Anything else?

Right.

See you all back here after lunch.

Enjoy the lecture? Oh, we always do, sir.

But what, Bodie?

Oh, a bit heavy, sir.

Fascist overtones.

Fascist?

What do you know about...

Fight fire with fire.

Where do you think he got that leg?

Spain.

It'll very important,
you know my feelings.

Our place of work is out on the street.

Any man standing around
here isn't doing his job.

I think it's quite important.

Grenades.

Another day over. Yeah, glad
that's over. Bye-bye. Bye.

Well, do you think you might see
me there, then? Yeah, I hope so.

I might be meeting Phyllis. Good idea.

Oh, really?

I might ask Peter. Yeah. I might
read. It should be a good evening.

Well, if you could come
along before. All right,

yeah, I'll meet you
there, shall I? Bye-bye.

Bye. Bye. Bye.

No, I'm pumping for the bank raid.

Why not another terrorist group?

Because the Irish group
knocked over the army base.

And less than a couple of hours
later, they got knocked over themselves.

Now, you're not telling
me that another terrorist

group knocked over the Irish long ago.

Yes, Doyle, that's how I'd see it. Look,
someone knew about the army raid, right?

They knew enough to be
sitting there waiting for

the Irish lot when they
arrived with the loot.

They knew, and we didn't.

And who sometimes knows more than we do?
Criminals. They're setting up a bank raid.

It's the guns they were after.

The grenades were just
an unexpected bonus.

That's comforting.

If it's true.

Cowley.

Yes?

Where?

Right.

Darting for hospital. One of
your grenades has just turned up.

Bodie, this is Doyle.

Where is he?

There.

Yeah, could be our man.

...is holding a Webley 44,
along with... ...a 38B cup.

You want?

Yeah, have a look at that. There's
wandering hands with a vengeance for you.

Oh, nice.

What about those buildings up
there? Can we get above him?

Well, we've tried that.
He's too good a shot.

What do we know?

William Turner. He was a
patient here two years ago.

What'd they do? Take
out the wrong appendix.

Who's the girl?

A nurse, Emma Boulding.
Does she know him? Nope.

Ah, that's bad.

I don't know.

She might keep him talking
anyway. I wouldn't rely on it.

A hand grenade down her bra can
be a new experience for a girl.

What does he want?

To see Dr. Brooke, his psychiatrist.

We've sent for him. Does he know that?

Well, there seems no point.

You keep him talking, you keep
him interested, that's the point.

Turner!

Turner!

Is that his name? I told you. Is that
the name he answers to? I don't know.

Someone said Billy.

Billy, right. Billy!

Billy Turner!

Just want to tell you
we're doing everything we can.

We've sent for Dr. Brook, and he's
on his way. Do you understand, Billy?

Old bloody roadshow, he's the
star, and he doesn't want to answer.

So he's not a show-off.

No, no, he's introverted.

And a pound gets you a penny who's
being treated at this place for depression.

Depressive to get suicidal.

Dr. Brooks here.

William Turner.

Billy. Yes, I remember him well.

It was about two years ago he was sent to
me by his probation officer. A depressive.

I remember him very well indeed.

Why?

Two years ago, he must have seen four
or five hundred patients since then.

What's different about him?

It's because he tried to kill me.

It's unusual. I mean,
frequently the link between

a patient and a
psychiatrist is a sublime one.

They form an
attachment. But not with Billy.

Yes, but in the wholly negative
sense, he blamed me for his being here.

So why does he want to see you now?

I couldn't say. I could guess.

Doctor, he's got a
grenade shoved down a nurse's

cleavage and a loaded gun
on her head. It's a guess.

Could he still want you dead?

That's very possible, yes.

I mean, Billy's mind is
a... No, but if that's

what he's demanding, then I must see him.

No, Doctor.

But if those are his terms,
what are you going to do?

Do you ever wear a white coat?

Has Billy ever seen you in a white coat?

I guess a few times, conducting
physical examinations, I might have worn one.

So he might associate it
with you. Yes, he might,

but I don't see what
that's got to do with it.

If you see that rubbish skip by the wall,

get your boys to hump it as
close to Billy as they can. Right.

Thank you.

All I need now is a wig.

Billy!

Billy!

Dr. Brook is here. In just a few minutes,
he's coming over to speak to you, Billy.

He's coming right over there
to talk to you face to face.

Listen, it's a stalemate, right? Now,
you give him what he wants, and then what?

He'll shoot Brooke and blow
himself up. We don't know that. Yeah,

we don't not know that,
do we? The right technique

is to keep him talking,
play him, tire him out.

I suppose his left hand tires first.

Go on.

We've got about four pounds pressure to
keep a hand grenade lever clamped down.

Not much, just four pounds, but
after an hour it feels like eight.

And then twelve, and then
cramp sets in. And then

suddenly it's raining.
Nurse Emma Boulding.

All right.

Billy?

Billy!

Dr. Brook is here.

He's right here beside me, Billy.

He's coming over to see you.

He's coming over all on
his own, Billy, to see you.

You'll know him as soon as you see him.

You'll know him by his white coat.

Listen, as soon as I get out there,
get their heads down and keep them down.

If that grenade's one of
ours, it's an X-4A, 10

seconds fuse, if it's
primed right. Yeah, if.

Samuel Beckett would like that.

Life in a word, if.

Don't know how far he's going
to let me get before he twigs.

Can you take him? Can you bloody take him?

Yeah, I can bloody take him.

No, you can't. It just gives a man
confidence to have it confirmed.

Billy!

Dr. Brooke is coming out now!

All right. Okay.

It's your lucky day, Nurse
Boulding. It doesn't often do that.

Henry.

Henry!

I'm springing you, Henry.

Do you hear me?

I'm getting you out of here.

Just in time for the weekend. You'll
be out on your way to somewhere sunny.

You don't have to do a thing. Just sit
there and wait for them to open the gates.

Mum sends her love.

And now from your local news desk...

I don't think he believed me. Still, it
gave him a bit of a boost. Move. Move!

Mothers.

We'll have to keep out of the
way till Friday. That Billy.

That bloody Billy. They
won't time him with us.

Not right away.

But they will when
they start sweating him.

I bet your eyes fell out on
your cheeks, didn't they?

I told you, it was
impersonal, like doctor and patient.

Oh, how many doctors have you known?

Impersonal.

Listen, I shacked up with a doctor in
East Africa, and she was an absolute raver.

Every time I did it, she took my pulse.

See if you're still alive.

See how soon I'll be ready to do it again.

She said I was a
perfect physical specimen.

Oh, well, you know, I mean, East Africa.

She was probably comparing
you to the red-arse baboon.

Doyle, level with me.

You know these art classes you
used to go to? The life classes.

You mean to say it didn't
disturb you anywhere at all?

You'd have to be crotchless.

No.

No, it was impersonal.

They were just models.

Better if a bird posed nude with
an apple you painted the apple.

No, they were nice girls. All girls are
nice girls. As long as they're under 50,

still warm and come across.

William Turner.

A lot of small form,
but mainly DBH to order.

Ah, heavy boy for hire. Doctor's
certificate. He's fit for interrogation,

but lay off that shoulder.

Sir.

Doctor's signature.

Looks very like your writing, sir.

That's the file copy,
and lay off that shoulder.

I want a lawyer.

Why, son? Do you want to make a will?

He copped.

If you mean he talked, then say so.

He talked, sir.

Well?

Been doing our jobs for the
Turcles. The Turcle? Yeah, Charlie

and Henry Turcle. Scourge of the East End.

Terrible twins. Oh, yes. The
grenade? Oh, he nicked it.

Stole it from Turkle's place.

You've told the local police
they're going to turn it over?

They are going to search the place,
yes, sir. Oh, don't fence with me, Doyle.

I'm too old and this leg
of mine is killing me.

God's sake, have a drink,
both of you. Thank you, sir.

Do you have to lean on him?

Just go.

All we did was stimulate
his imagination a bit.

Anything... Anything... Oh, thanks.

You should have it out, sir.

That bullet in your leg.

Oh, they can do that, all right,

but they can't guarantee that they
won't have to take the leg with it.

What would you do, eh?

Me, sir?

I'd have another drink, sir.

So Turkle's up to something, yeah?

Did he say what?

No, Billy's too far down the ladder
to know that. But whatever it is,

it's planned for Friday,
and, uh, concerns the top cop.

Eh?

He said the top cop.

Mixed up in it in some way.

Mixed up?

A bell cop?

Maybe.

The top cop?

That's what he said, yes, sir.

Sounds like the chief
commissioner. Don't be so damn ridiculous.

And don't you repeat
that outside this office.

Oh, get out, bugger! Go on! Yes, sir.

You'll check him out all the same, sir?

Bodie.

You did well today.

Even if you did break all the rules.

Rules, sir?

Broke the rules. Ah, you
know the form. Dog eat dog.

Oh, that's okay. As
long as you're not a dog.

Check the house. It's all Mother Hubbard.

Charlie Turkle's skipped.

You got papers or anything?

Oh, there's papers, all right.
I've got my men working on them now.

They might be finished by next Christmas.

But they won't be anything.

Charlie's a wily bird.

Oh, you know him well, do you?

It helps to stay friendly.
Helps watch your bank balance.

Now, hold on. Helps
with criminal information.

That's what you meant to say, isn't it?

You see I advise boys to give
their cats whiskers, don't you?

Or at least we're at
the right end of the cat.

Oh, come on, we're all on
the same side, remember?

Go on, Sergeant.

Well, it's only a small
thing. That's the rumor.

Ignore him what? Found
this in the kitchen.

Not from one of my boys.

Police button.

A top cop.

And always assuming you admit there
could be such a thing, a bent top cop.

Charles Turgle.

Charles Turgle, you're under arrest.

Bet you never thought I'd put
my hand on your collar, Charlie.

How do I look, eh?

A good joke, Dapper.

The real thing.

Good job.

Breakfast.

But I didn't order... You would
have done if you'd thought of it.

Oh, you're a good girl, Betty.

Yeah, just careful. You
should have got some sleep.

Ah, today's Friday.

I'll get some sleep when it's Saturday.

Computer, spewer, something else?

No, just the crime sheets on the Turkle
brothers. They're both as bad as each other.

Makes you wonder why
there's only one of them inside.

Betty, it's been staring me in the face.

Am I not bending the bell?

Sorry, sir.

Sir?

You must be blind or something.

No, just diplomatic. Bodhi!

Hey, wait a minute! Bodhi!

Get out! Come on. Come
on, handsome. Good morning.

You might have phoned, you
know. Yeah, I could have phoned,

but I thought you'd prefer the
deluxe personal service. Work.

You must be Betty.

He told me a lot about you.

You...

You must be Betty.

Well, I had to say something. Not that,
not her. Her name's Claire. Yes, I know.

I was doing you a favour. Huh?

Well, I've added an extra spice
of jealousy to your relationship.

I was getting enough spice without that.

I was.

Where are we going? See the old man.

I think Turkle's going
to spring his brother.

Attack the prison. That would be
hopeless, even with grenades. He's in top security.

Oh, he's going to be more subtle than
that. He's learned some new tricks.

If I'm right, this is an
exchange job. Snatching the swap.

Who?

A top cop.

The top cop.

The commissioner? No, who's
above him? Who's our boss?

The Home Secretary.

I've lowered the boom. A complete
change of itinerary for him. Which was what?

He was due to make a
personal commendation.

Lunch at the Guildhall, meeting
with the PM, visit to his barber.

I've squashed them all, and we're
going to trace the whole route.

Personal commendation?

A little bit of internal PR.

The local copper was more guts than
good sense, commended for bravery.

The HM thought it would be a
nice gesture if he personally...

Went along to the station
to make the presentation.

Found this at Turkle's house.

Get back in.

Come on. Right up the edge.

Looks all right. Yeah, it looks.

Hold it.

All right.

That's fine, miss.

Um, as I've given you my driving license,
doesn't one of us have to sign something?

Oh, uh, yes.

If you sign there, miss,
I'll fill in the details later.

That's fine, miss.

Doesn't look as if
there's anything wrong there.

It'd have to look good, wouldn't it?

I mean, let's assume that
they've got the proper uniforms.

The timing's dead right. Timing?

Yeah, it's right between shifts.

What time does the HM do that?

Well, about ten minutes from now.

Yeah, it's dead right.
There'd only be, what,

ten or twenty people in there at the
most. They could lock those up in the cells.

You're just guessing?

Yes, sir.

Just the same ten, twenty people in
there? Well, that's a guess, too.

There'd be the station
staff, duty officer...

Radio room?

Well, that's a simple thing, isn't it?

Just call up the radio room.

What would you say with a
rifle pressed against your head?

Yeah, apart from that.

Describe the Home Secretary to me.

The man we all work
for. What's he look like?

Doyle.

Well, he's about 50, 55.

Moody?

Yeah, like Ray says, you
know, average age, build, height.

Just another politician?

Yeah.

A bit like me, would you say?

Well, not twins.

They're not unalike either, eh?

And if you're expecting
them... They'd arrive

in a car pretty much
like this, wouldn't they?

Well, if you don't know
them, why should they?

I'll either make a damn fool of
myself or we'll know, won't we?

About A, they'll expect
him, me, to have a bodyguard.

Oh, you can't go in looking like that.

You'd better go and buy
us something respectable.

Or your handgun. You'll
find that right away.

But perhaps...

Ask me what it feels like to be a screw.

If we're not out in two
minutes... Send the balloon up.

No, if we're not out, it means we're
hostages along with ten or twenty others.

And we're not dealing with a
terrorist, no brave cause.

He's dealing with a criminal mind, and
that means single-minded. I don't like it.

You follow my
instructions to a T. On your way.

There's a car pulling in.

It's him.

It's got to be him.

All right, it's all systems go.

This way, Mr. Secretary.

You're going to read a special news flash.

Doyle to HQ.

Doyle to HQ.

Loud and clear.

All units.

Attention all units, attention all units.

Here is a matter of grave importance.

This is the Home Secretary. I'm being
held hostage in Wood Lane Police Station.

The station has been locked and barred.

Kill the siren. Look, I
want that end blocked up.

And shut that lamp off.

So far, no one has been harmed,
but there are 19 hostages here.

Nineteen. Do you hear that?

Nineteen.

And at the top of the
pile is the Home Secretary.

And nobody gets hurt. And as
long as you play ball, nobody will.

Yeah, we're here. What do you want?

A plane, an escort, and Henry Turkle.

That's going to take time.

You've got one hour.

One. I hope you know what you're doing.

You managed to raise the prison.
Yeah. They're not happy. Happy?

I didn't expect them to be happy.

Have a cast, anybody
collect turkle, will you? Hmm.

Doyle?

Sir, you're Doyle.

Yes.

You issued orders to seal
off this area. Yes, sir.

With nobody watching the
police station. That's right.

Well, what the hell is...
George Cowley's express orders.

Cowley's being held. That's right, so he
can't countermand my orders, can he, sir?

What rank are you?

Don't have rank in CIF. What
rank were you? Detective Constable.

I'm taking over. No.

You just care to read the
small print on my authority, sir.

Sorry, sir, but you're not.

Henry Turtle's on his way.

Right.

Any advice would be
welcome, sir. Excuse me.

Charlie, there's nothing
moving out here, Charlie.

Yeah, being sensible.

No.

I mean nothing at all.

It's a new system, Charlie.

Eh?

To avoid panicking the public, new system.

Seal off the area, tell them a gas
main's blown, something like that.

Go upstairs, see whether you
can see anything from up there.

Hmph.

He did it.

He did it!

He got one on all of you!

No, no, leave him cuffed.

Tully.

Come on.

Come on.

You all like to know all about
the Official Secrets Act, I hope.

Doyle?

Anything we can do to help?

No.

Thank you, sir.

There's nothing moving nowhere, Charlie.

I'm tired. Any objections?

I don't like it, Charlie.

There's nobody.

We'll have another talk on the radio.

Charlie!

Charlie Turkle!

Charlie, I've got your brother.

Henry's out.

You see?

Hey, where's the
escort? What about the plane?

Here.

There won't be any.

That's part of the new
system, too. No compromise.

Hey.

Hey.

Let's see him.

Bring him out where I can see him.

Come on, then. Bring him
out and let me see him.

That's why the area's clear.

No one within half a
mile, no press, no public.

In fact, nobody knows
what's happening here,

nor will we ever know
exactly what happened here. Oh,

we'll make a press release
eventually, given the bones of the story.

You demanding your
brother's release, a double cross.

And poor Henry Turkle got his
head blown clean off his shoulders.

And what about the death of the home
cemetery? What'll they say about that?

I'm not the Home Secretary, Charlie.

Just someone doing a job.

Charlie!

I'm waiting, Charlie!

I'm still waiting, Charlie.

And my finger's getting tired.

We've still got hostages.

One gunshot and he's dead, Charlie.
Your brother's dead. Bodie, a good man.

Moves like a cat. He's armed. Actually,

he's got a fair chance of holding your
mob off from the cells for long enough. Oh,

yes, you could blast them out eventually.

But one shot, and your brother
won't have anywhere to put his hat.

And the first shot
won't be the last, Charlie.

The whole squad's going to move in. And
there aren't going to be any survivors.

You've got to believe that, Charlie.

All of you better believe it!

We're coming out.

Coming out.

Right, right, come on.

Permission to be admiringly insolent, sir?

You're brave, old bastard.
Permission denied. Anyway, it's inaccurate.

I'm not brave.

I'm surprised he didn't tell
you to take that suit back.

He did.

That's where we're going.