All language subtitles for The Professionals - 1x05 - Heroes.

Freddie.

Should be a good night tonight, Freddie.

There are a couple of Arabs
in town who love to gamble.

Make sure we have some
pretty girls around to relax

their purse strings.
Right, Mr. Latimer. Blondes.

I like blondes.

I'm sorry, the club's closed. We
won't be open for another hour yet.

Mr. Latimer?

Yes?

I don't know you, do I?

You're not a member.

Out-of-town membership. All right, then.

Now, Mr... I don't think it's
wise that you know my name.

I come with high recommendations.

From a friend of yours.
Lives just south of Pasadena.

Johnny? Sammy.

Tall man with a blonde
moustache. Short, dark, and clean-shaven.

Drink?

Bourbon.

I don't like to waste time.

Neither do I. It's a straight-head job.

I hear you're the best man
in the country to arrange it.

I hear your fee comes as high as 100,000.

I'm offering 150,000.
Cash into a Swiss bank?

You just give me the account
number, and you're as good as paid.

Who's the contract for?

His name's John Jerry Patterson.

He's staying right here in London.

At the Holiday Inn.

Patterson?

Cowley, CI5.

For God's sake, if this is
your idea of some kind of joke,

I'm telling you here and now
that... No joke, Mr. Patterson.

Deadly serious. Accent in the deadly.

Mr. Patterson, you're a bigot, and I'm
not surprised someone wants you dead. What?

That's our information.
There's a contract out on you.

Now, Mr. Patterson, if
you are going to be hit,

I don't want it to happen
here while you're under my care.

I don't want you
bleeding all over my doorstep.

There are always threats, cranks.

But this comes from an
unimpeachable source.

That's why we're going to
escort you to the airport.

The airport?

You're returning to
America, Mr. Patterson.

You can't do that. I got
a permit to stay here.

Rescinded.

I have expressed
permission from your immigration.

Rescinded.

And I have a letter here
from your foreign office.

Rescinded. Shall we go, Mr. Patterson?

Shall we go?

I'll get someone to pick up your baggage.

We will. We will.

I'm your responsibility.

You admitted that. I know.

And I don't shirk my
responsibilities, Mr. Patterson.

Then get me on a plane.

Get me home.

I've got friends at home.

I can get protection at home.

We'll get you to that plane, but
don't you think they'll know that?

Don't you think they'll be waiting?

What are you going to do?

What size jacket do
you wear, Mr. Patterson?

Place your bets, please.

Yes, it was a foul-up, but your foul-up.

They found out about the contract.

Well, not from me.

Arguing the point will get us
nowhere. Now try and smuggle him out now.

Find out how and when,
and I'll deal with it.

Well, of course you can find out.

They'll have to inform your embassy.

Surely you know someone
there you can put the screws on.

The bullion is being
loaded aboard the plane direct.

You'll do the loading.

And once you're on that
plane, Mr. Patterson... I'm safe.

I hope so.

I've never set up a job
like this so quickly, Freddy.

Yeah, nevertheless, it's perfect.

There's already a roadworks here.

Georgie will narrow the traffic
down to one lane of vehicles.

They'll pour into it like a funnel.

Roadworks on a weekday.

What is it?

Roadworks.

What if they get the money out?

I don't know.

But if the man stays in the van?

They have a little door on
the side, like a coal hole.

The fellow in the back hands it through.

Oh, come on, come on!

Good boy, Boris.

All right, then.

Very nice.

Shall we let her in?

Well, I wish she'd do the same for me.

You never give up, do you?

But how does the man in the
back know when to give the money?

I don't know.

Why can't they mend their
lousy roads on a Sunday?

Bring the whole damn lot to a halt,
and then Georgie and the boys move in.

Leave it, Roy.

Now, don't be heroes,
any of you. Give me that

camera. Come on, give it to me, will you?

I don't believe it. Did you all see that?

I think about guns.

A lousy bit of film.

Scared people. We're lucky to have it.

Cortex?

Yes.

Cuts inwards like an implosion.

Burning detonator.

Bell battery, watch.

Gave him no chance? No.

That wasn't necessary.

Joe Public didn't think so
either. He's about to have a go.

Good for all the Joe public.

Yes.

The security guard? Killed outright.

Don't you ever read the
papers? Only my stars.

Bullion raid, according to
the press? That's right.

According to the press.
Then why the picture show?

Why should we be interested in
a bullion raid that went wrong?

Because it wasn't exactly a bullion
raid, and it didn't exactly go wrong.

On the M39 motorway this
afternoon, a security guard was killed.

Silver bullion worth
approximately a quarter of a million pounds

was left untouched as the
killers made good their escape.

See how easy it is to fool
the people, tell them lies?

The raid was foiled by
members of the public

who bravely disregarded their own safety.

Even that poor fool doesn't know.

What about these poor fools?

Ever heard the name
John Jerry Patterson? No.

Some loudmouthed American
politician. Loudmouthed,

rich, stupid, a hell-raiser, a firebrand.

Senator in one year, president in three,
was just one of his well-worn phrases.

A clown, a people's clown. But a
very important clown. Oh, yes.

And last week, against
all protests, this...

A very important people's clown
decided to visit the place of his ancestors,

decided to visit this country.

John Gerry Paterson and the people
was another of his favorite sayings.

I didn't know he was here.
You weren't supposed to.

Nobody was.

Only a handful of people did know.

A few government officials
and the men who did the hit.

There was an assassination threat
here on our soil, a straight threat,

a heavy threat, a promise threat,

made by the kind of jokers
who would blow an airliner out

of the sky for a good cause
and an even better payday.

So they had to get him
out fast in a security van

that was pretending to
be carrying bullion.

And instead it was carrying
dear old John Jerry Patterson

dressed as a security guard, is that it?

That's it.

Well, you don't think
about it at the time, do you?

Well, you have to have a go.

Sort of.

Well, it just seemed right, you know.

The right thing to do, you know.

And I suppose, well, thanks
to us, they didn't succeed.

John Jerry Patterson and the people.

And the killers, whoever
they are, are long gone.

No.

I'm only guessing, but I don't think so.

Every dock, every airport
was sewn up within five

minutes of the attack, and I mean sewn up.

Tighter than a Scotsman and Barnes night.

I'm betting, I'm gambling.

They're still here somewhere.

Okay, so they'll lie low.

They're pros, they'll just go to earth.

I intend bringing them
out of their boat hole.

A clear identification.

Oh, come on, that could have been anybody.

They don't know that.

The press are hungry for a
story, so I've given them one.

We have a clear ID on film.
Plenty of eyewitnesses to back it up.

What are we going to do about
him when we leave? He's seen us.

He's loose in the head.
He's even looser in the mouth.

That's what I mean. What
are we going to do about him?

He'll die of natural causes.

You guarantee that?

Yes, I can guarantee that.

He's got a very bad habit.

There's enough stuff in here to send him
out of his skull and then to the morgue.

Read this.

One positive identification.

A man is now being sought.

That's you, Charlie.

The mask wasn't up for
more than a few seconds.

I should have killed him. I
knew I should have killed him.

We'll all have to lie low. Evidence
on film doesn't stand up in court.

I read that somewhere.

Some judges won't even allow it.

They will.

When it's backed by eyewitnesses.

Keeping up with current affairs,
are we? Keeping up with the horse.

That wouldn't have been difficult.

You lose much?

Yeah, 50p.

Stupid, irresponsible. What's up?

Nearest one's Morland Street. Huh?
Morland Street, move it! Go to Cali.

Over.

Come in.

Have you read the papers? Over.

Yeah?

Yeah, well, they've
printed the name and address

of every one of the witnesses. Over.

What?

Who gave them permission to? Don't
they realise what they're doing?

Don't they know... Where are you?

We're on our way to
Morland Street. Ralph May lives

there. He's top of the list. Over and out.

Come on!

Over there.

Turner?

Yes, sir?

APB all units, bodyguard job.

I want the full works
for a dozen witnesses.

Mr. and Mrs. Bilston,
newlyweds, on honeymoon somewhere

in Surrey. Excuse me,
sir, where in Surrey?

If I knew where, I'd tell you.

George Smiley, truck driver,
works for the LMN company.

Ralph May... No, no, Doyle
and Bodie are handling that.

Use the path! My lawn! Think of my lawn!

Mr. May. Yes, now what are you
doing? Can we talk inside, sir?

Inside? What is all
this? Who are you? Inside?

Why can't we talk outside?

That's why we wanted you to go inside.

Much warmer, you know.

Rolf May, he's in the house and has a
crusty old coat, so you sit with him. Now,

the rest of you sew up this
area and sew it up tight.

They've had one go at him
already. Hey, and keep off his lawn.

That's one of them safely on the wraps.

Let's hope they're having as much
luck with the rest of the witnesses.

Turner, any news of those witnesses?

Not yet, sir. APB's out, and Tommy's
on his way to see the truck driver.

Right.

George Smiley?

He's not in yet.

He ought to be, but he
isn't. Probably stopped

off at Jock's Caf. He'll be here soon.

Popular today, our George.

Eh?

Some other fellows were
asking about him. When?

Five, ten minutes ago.

Coach Smiley?

That's me.

Tommy, come in.

Found the truck driver at
Jock's Cafe. Quiet, is it?

They will be when I catch up with them.

Catch up with who?

I don't know until I
catch up with them, do I?

The guys who wasted the truck driver.

They're heading north.

What?

Tommy! Be in touch.

Tommy, a guy!

Doyle.

Yeah, come in.

Get over to Jock's Cafe, Cornbrook. Over.

We're close to there now.

I know, and so is Mackay.

Tommy. He's in pursuit of raiders
heading north. Find him, help him, and report.

Tommy.

Find him, help him.

It means stop him.

Yeah, before it develops into a massacre.

McKay to Cowley.

The old brewery in the high street.

Doyle!

Get over to the old brewery at
Watford. Tommy needs to back up there.

Be cool with Tommy.

You know he's crazy.

Cowley wouldn't accept that. No one in
the Big A is crazy. Motivated, then.

His whole family was
wiped out by terrorists, you

know. Unlucky. Yeah.
They overlooked Tommy.

That's a lousy thing to say. Tommy's
a lousy thing to be. He's a killer.

And what makes you so different?

The difference is, Doyle, I
do it, but I don't enjoy it.

There he is.

Golly.

Shortcut to the supermarket. Shortcut
to hell unless you get out the light.

How many?

Three at least.

And they're very good.

What do they use for firepower?

Three-hand guns sawn off and
whatever else they've got stashed in there.

So?

So I think we'll take a walk.

No man's land.

Someone has to cross it.

If we're going to be home in time for tea.

Tommy, can I ask a question?

Yeah.

Why are we walking? That's a lot of
space. Walk or run, it'll make no difference.

Yeah, only no one's
giving me the choice, see?

Then make a choice.

Thanks.

¶¶ Thanks, Thomas.

All right, take care.

Come on, you can take
that thing off. I know you.

He couldn't kill
anybody, only himself, and he's

been doing that for
years. Dope. Worse than that.

How many times have I busted you?

Stoned out of his skull.

Who are you looking after, Tin Can?

A payday job? Yeah?

What do they do? Feed your head?

But not me belly.

I see. What about your
pockets? Do they feed your pockets?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Good baby. Come on.

How many of them?

Kotsko. Four. Where are
they now? I don't know.

Where did they come from?

Everywhere. They came from
everywhere, and they're too smart for you.

Which nationality were they?
White. How did they talk? White.

Where have they gone
now? I don't know, I don't

know. First minute, they're finished.

They make ready the split, and they run.

Next minute, they're
staying. They've got lots

of things to do. Important things, yeah.

Well, we can't win them all.

This isn't a game, Bodie.

No, sir.

At least he's still
alive. Thank God for that.

God and us, sir.

Aye.

But what about the others?

Lewis.

Well, we've got him staked out.

And I'm sending Tommy along as backup.

Sumner.

He's my best bet for target number
one. Well, they actually took the film,

didn't they? That's why I've
got eight men guarding his place.

They're the ones I'm really
worried about. The newlyweds.

Still haven't located them, so
they're out there somewhere, unaware.

I shouldn't think they're
out, sir. More likely in.

They're behind locked
doors and curtains drawn.

It's what newlyweds usually do, sir.
So I'm told. In the middle of the day,

don't judge everyone by
your own standards, Bodie.

So it's encouraging we haven't
found them, sir. If we can't find them,

how can they? Because they
had a head start over us.

They stayed one night in a London
hotel, then took off for the country.

We missed them by a few minutes.

But perhaps they didn't miss them.
Perhaps they're just a pace or two behind.

So we'll have... Cowley.

Yeah?

Right, well, tell them to move in. The
newlyweds, staying at the ship at El Dorking.

We left just a minute ago. We
walked that way, towards the river.

I heard. They're dead, aren't they?

The girl's all right, sir.

She's got a shoulder
wound, but she'll be okay.

Apart from that, the honeymoon was fine.

No, Doyle, let him have his
sick joke. Joke's an order.

Because the joke's on me.

I killed them. No.

No, no, no. The newspapers did that.

If they hadn't printed the names and
addresses... I should have anticipated that.

If I'm worth anything in this
job, it's because I have experience.

I'm supposed to have experience.

Look, sir, the press are the ones...

The press did their job
while I wasn't doing mine.

Tim Kern?

Yeah, yeah, maybe. When they
get the junk pumped out of him.

I wouldn't rely on it. He's our only link.

Exactly.

He worked with these men.

He must know something, anything.

Doyle.

Yeah, I'll handle it.

Bodie, if another witness
should die... Now, look, sir,

I know we've got our best
boys playing nursemaids,

but I thought I'd take
a look just in case.

Why don't you come along?

Hmm?

Might cheer them up.

You two.

The day I cheer my men up, I'll
know I'm ready for the scrap heap.

Well, for morale, then.

And who knows, along the way, I
might just buy you a pure malt scotch.

You're darn right you will.

It isn't going to make much difference.

He's in bad shape.

He's had too much.

Just about every organ is smashed up.

I knew a girl once, nursing
sister in Africa, purely platonically.

I used to speak to her
two or three times a week

when I went to pick up medical supplies.

Spend the time of day together,
that's all. I mean, that really was all.

She cut her wrists, went in one day,
and there she was, just lying there.

She was all right
eventually, you know, when I got help,

but all the time she kept blaming me,
saying I'd let her down, rejected her.

I mean, hell, all we did was
spend the time of day together.

I don't know, it wasn't my fault. I mean,

I couldn't be held responsible for
something outside of my control.

Look, what I'm trying to
say is that... I understand

what you're trying to
say, Bobby, and thank you.

But you see, I am responsible.

As Harry Truman put
it, the buck stops here.

Pull over now.

I want to see just how
good my security is.

How do I know there's a bodyguard
out there? Because you can't see him.

What are you talking about? Well,

there's no point in being
undercover out in the open, is there?

Oh, no, yeah. If I could see the car,
so could they. It'd frighten them away.

Then they'd only come back
some other time, wouldn't they?

Yes, right.

You want them to come.

It's like a trap, and I'm the bait.

You're okay, Mr Lewis.

Two good men outside,
and a better one inside.

You are now dead, Bane, and you are slack.

You're very... Well done, Wesley.

Very well done.

Told you you'd enjoy yourself, sir.

You mentioned a pure malt Scot.

Tin can.

Try a range to shot.

If you do that, Mr Doyle,
you can have the whole world.

Any one of my sisters, Rebecca, including
the ones that ain't even been born yet.

Don't want the world, Tin Can, just a
name. The name of the man who hired you.

I ain't nothing. I don't
know nothing. I ain't nothing.

All I did...

Clean up after those guys.
Yes, yes, yes. After those guys.

Somebody made the connection.

You've always been straight
and square with me, Mr. Doyle.

But I've got to have the shot.

You'll have it, but I've
got to have that name.

Oh, Mr. Huntley.

Huntley?

Hello, Doyle.

You know a header named Tin
Can? Everybody knows Tin Can.

He's all right.

Yeah.

I hear he was doing a
caretaking job for somebody.

Is that so?

Yeah.

Who for?

Don't know.

Don't give me that.

Kill him, Huntley.

Quit! He's a friend.

A friend? He sure as
hell ain't acting friendly.

Yeah, well, I just came
from looking at Tin Can.

Tin Can?

Won't be celebrating Christmas.

I fed his head.

H, it works.

Tinkan can't take junk
like that. That's right.

All I have to do to
Tinkan now is bury him.

They're white, Uncle Lee. Tinkan's black.

I don't know their names.

They flew in. Where from?

North.

North where? Germany, Sweden, or where?

Not North Pole north.

North of England north.

Staring us in the face.

What was?

You faked a positive ID, right?

So why didn't they just filter back
home? Why didn't they go back abroad?

We got mugshots, makes,
and a hundred killers.

Greeks, Arabs, Africans.
Does that bother them?

No. Why should it?

And they're safe at home
in their own backyard.

But these boys are bothered.

They need to get rid of those witnesses.

Because they need to go on working here.

That's right.

They won't rest while any of
our witnesses are still alive.

Because our killers are British.

British northerners, and
they've got nowhere else to run to.

As you so rightly said, Doyle, the man
who took the film must be target number one.

If you play ball... How do you mean, sir?

Someday, would you?

Would you agree to be the
tethered goat, the live bait?

Appreciate your concern, Mr Cowley, but I
think I can look after myself. You think?

Look, I spent five
years in the Royal Marines.

I stay fit.

I'm alert, and I have a couple of
Alsatian dogs. Then don't feed them.

Are you trying to
scare me? No, Mr. Sumner.

Should hope not.

To tell you the truth, the
only thing that gets me jittery

is having your men prowling
around through my shrubbery.

They're there for your
protection, Mr. Sumner.

I know. And I want to pull them off.

That's why I'm here, Mr.
Sumner, to talk a deal with

you. It's dangerous,
and it could be deadly.

But shouldn't be too much for an
ex-Marine who stays fit and alert.

He agreed. He's got to be
crazy. He's got to be brave.

Joe Public sticking his neck out for our
benefit. Now, don't you forget that, Bodie.

How do you filter it? That's your job.
Trail a few back streets, bruise a few bars.

But let it be known that
Sumner is an over-courageous,

pig-headed fool who insists that we
get rid of the guards in his house.

Outrage, citizen, police
state, big brother is watching

you, that kind of thing.
Suppose they don't bite.

Sumner's place is the easiest hit of all.

Isolated, remote.

They've got to bite.

What do you think?

Give it to me again.

Sumner's one of these ex-marine types.

Being nursemaid, he defends his machismo.

So they pulled them off, eh?

He insisted. I saw them go, Georgie.

Bert and I, we saw them go.

Yeah.

That's right.

It's got to be a setup.

A trap.

Okay.

We'll spring it.

But our way.

Two ways.

Doyle?

Yeah?

You forgot to bring any beer.

No, I didn't. I remembered. Did you?

Yeah, of course I did.

I remember not to bring any.

I'm like a fine piece of
machinery. I need lubrication.

Oh, well, too much lubrication
and that fine piece of machinery

might finish up with a
bullet up its crankcase.

Bodie, Doyle.

Yeah?

We are in position about half a mile east
of you. We are covering the approach road.

Nothing can get through
without us seeing it.

Keep your radio. I want to
hear anything and everything.

Okay.

By the way, Tommy is covering the river.

Oh, what the hell's the old man up to?

Tommy, he's got to be
stark staring mad. Oh, dear.

He sits out there a safe distance away
and sends in a psychopath to keep us company.

I tell you, Cowley
is... The radio is open.

But continue with your
interesting assessment.

Cowley is... Cowley would
like to know what Cowley is.

Would you believe warm and considerate?

What are you grinning at?

Oh, that's great, isn't
it? We're padding about

like Tonto in The Lone Ranger, and he...

Should have brought some beer.

I don't care who knows about it.

What?

Thought I heard a car.

Car? No. Listen.

It can't be a car.
There's no other road in.

Boats, get him under cover.

This is it. We're being hit.

Come on.

A cannon.

They've given the mad bastard
a cannon. A grenade launcher.

Well, I don't know who gave it to him,

but I must say I'm
inordinately happy about it.

Bodie, Doyle, what's
happening? Nothing's already happened.

Two dead raiders, one busted
boat, one very happy Tommy.

Apart from that, everything's okay.

I think introductions are in order.

He did not have to do that.
He saved our hides, didn't he?

You're going to talk when I
tell us who hired you. Aren't you?

Don't put him in the same wagon.

Not with him.

I'll buy you a drink.

Pure malt scotch?

Yes, I think you're
ready for the hard stuff.

Come on.

You need one too.

We've just passed a pub, sir.

You said a drink.

Aye, but I've got
something special in mind.

The survivor talked, he talked.

Toby who hired him.

Break open a bottle of
champagne, Freddy. Good news, Mr Latimer?

I've just received a cable
from my bank in Switzerland.

It seems I've come into another legacy.

Have you got a gun
taped under there, Latimer?

I'd just love you to pull it.

Win some, lose some.

Observe, Freddy.

Take note.

I'm unarmed.

Oh, yes.

That wasn't official brutality, Latimer.

That was from me.

On behalf of Joe Public.

Please.

You don't mind? We
promised ourselves a ring.