All language subtitles for The Professionals - 1x06 - Where The Jungle Ends

Passport, visa, ticket to Istanbul.

One way.

Keller, there's a funny
notion that we English

are all fair play and scruples. Forget it.

If I ever see your face again, I'm
gonna blow it off its shoulders, okay?

Drink?

You buying? I'm buying.

I'm drinking.

Benny?

Benny?

Who's that? Thought it was someone I knew.

It couldn't have been.

What would Benny be
doing outside of a jungle?

I said that he was late,
and that's all. Yeah, well,

I don't like the way you said it.

You're late.

Dakar's a long way.

You know everyone here.

Hatab.

Benny.

The Pole.

Banki.

Hey, Krivas, with this
bunch, we could take Angola.

Right, where's the wall?

Here.

Right here, starting tomorrow,
if this lousy weather holds.

I still wish we had a man
on the roof. Well, we don't.

Someone like Bodie.

I saw him yesterday. Bodie?

At the airport. Someone called
my name. I swear it was Bodie.

The last I heard, he was rotting in a
Congo jail. Somebody told me he was dead. No.

He was at the airport.

It was Bodie. Who cares?

Dead or whatever.

Who cares?

I thought you did. I thought you
and Bodie had a score to settle.

We're almost there.

Come on, lads. Let's go.

Hold it right where you are!

You, get back! Shut up! Everybody freeze!

Charlie Victor IV and all units,

alarm sounding at the National
Bank corner of Greyston Avenue.

Let's go!

Thank you.

Victor V to Control, suit grey,
pick up truck, now turning south.

Victor IV to Control, Victor IV to
Control, I'm in pursuit heading west along...

...position blocking
North and High Street.

Victor 5 to control,
pursuing grey Air Force truck,

and turning into the crossroads...

Control to Victor 5. Come in,
Victor 5. Report your position. Over.

Victor 5 to Control. We're off
the road in Pemberton Street.

We came under machine gun fire.
We're okay, but the cars are right off.

This war. This bloody war.

Charlie, Victor Six to
Control, the truck heading towards...

We're being machine-gunned.

Control to Victor Six, are you all right?
Report your position. Come in, Victor Six.

They're driving through the mall.

Victor Six is off the road.
Truck has turned due south,

heading along Boreham
Drive towards the airfield.

The aircraft is a twin-engine
executive. Registration, golf.

Bravo, echo, mic, X-ray.

Lining up now to take off.

Well, it's obvious.

Get off your great fat... Victor 3
contacting RAF Strike Force at Binfield.

Well done. Victor 3.

Victor 3 to control.

The aircraft is now airborne, heading
due east and disappearing into cloud now.

Roger, Victor 3. We'll contact Binfield.

Due east, Holland?

Maybe.

085, over.

Red leader to control.
We'll make first pass

over the area in approximately 30 seconds.

Visibility deteriorating.
Descending to lower level now.

Over.

Red leader to control.
Established at 2,000 feet now. Dense cloud.

We're going lower, chaps.

Roger, Red Leader. Descend
through cloud and report

visual contact. Over. Red Leader will go.

I've got him controlled.

Directly below us.

Heading 090.

I'm going in for a closer look. Over.

Roger, Red Leader.

Flying directly behind him now.

We'll make a warning pass.

No response, and he's losing height.

Still losing height. He's
descending rapidly through cloud.

It doesn't respond.

Still losing height.

Angle of descent steepening now.

He's diving.

Red leader, red leader
to control, red leader to

control. Are you reading?
Red leader affirmative.

The damn fools dive
straight into the ground!

Report position and return to base.

No.

They were long gone.

They jumped. Shoot it out. That's
why they chose today. Cloud cover.

They're down somewhere.
Anywhere in the stretch.

Danny will maybe 100 miles if they jumped.

They jumped. He's pulled that one before.

He?

Crevice.

Right.

No bodies in the wreckage. Told you.

They jumped.

Somewhere along that 100-mile
stretch. Tell me more about this Crevas.

That's all we've got.

Enrico Crevas.

He's a jungle rat.

Once tried to kill me.

I should have known when I
saw Benny at the airport.

You didn't know it was him, then?

Yeah, well, I know now.

Benny and Crevice run in a pack.
Benny and Crevice and who else?

The witnesses said a fat man.

A big, powerful.

That'll be Tubb. Tubb Weston.

Ex-Marine.

They'll have a file on him.

Oh, and the bank clerk, she
couldn't be sure. They were all hooded,

but one of the men only
had one eye, a patch.

Frankie.

Francois Lepage. Great with a knife.

Sensational with a blade.

I don't know, maybe the
French authorities have

got something on him.
Try him. Anyone else?

Benny.

Yeah, it had to be him. Benny Marsh.

He's ex-army, too.

Paras, I think.

Why did he try to kill you?

Eh?

You and Kree was... Oh.

Well, there was this girl,
and... Get a face for everyone.

APB, I'm all units.

I said all units.

So, there was this girl.

Yeah. Yeah, always is. Yeah, well,
this girl was special, see? Beautiful.

I loved her.

Really loved her.

What happened?

Ah, Crevice had a crazy
notion it was his bird.

He killed her. 44 Magnum. At close range.

She was beautiful.

Personal involvement will spoil your aim.

It also gives you an edge, a cutting edge.

Where are we going?

Grievous got those chutes from
somewhere, and the guns and equipment,

and I've got an idea where.

Don't.

Cody.

Hello, Cusack. Long time, Rosie. Yeah.

Only nothing ever changes, does it?

Cusack believes in the weight
of caliber, don't you, Cusack?

That'll stop an elephant.

Not many elephants left in England.

That just shows how effective it is.

Yeah, nothing changes. It's Ray Doyle.

Yes, Cusack's an armourer, Ray.
Guns, ammo, army equipment. In fact,

anything you want. No,
I've given all that up.

Really?

Hello?

What's all this, then?

What do you want, Bertie? Crevice.

Are you telling me you haven't seen him?

Because if you are, and you have,
then I'd come back and take you apart.

Waiting?

I only supplied him
with... Don't lie to me!

I only supplied the ammo.

And parachutes.

Okay, what's he up to?

Come on, he must have said something.

Look, Bodie might owe you
something, but I don't.

What is he, your brother or something?

I don't know.

Honestly, I don't know.

He was up for him, flying
high. Optimistic, eh? Definitely.

Yeah, I know that mood, that
euphoria. Tell my friend what it means.

It means that someone's for it.

Or something big is on.

¶¶ Now, don't forget, darling, none
of that silly business of showing off,

spending too much
money. I want you to merge.

But I want you to be
top of your class, too.

Yes, Daddy.

And be happy.

Goodbye, Daddy.

OK, John.

Now, I've talked to
everybody we know, Mr. Sinclair.

They all deny having anything to do with
it, or even knowing anything about it.

For their sake, I hope so.

A bank in my area.

Nothing happens in my area.

Asparry doesn't cough, and I don't
know about it. Yes, Mr. Sinclair.

Worse than that, it happens to be my bank.

My deposit box went along with that haul.

I'm dangerously close to being a
laughing stock. Yes, Mr. St. Clair.

I want to know who, Charles. I want to
know now. I'm working on it, sir. Yes,

Charles, you'd better be.

Or pretty damn quick, you'll be
just plain aggro Charlie again.

Yes, sir.

It may be difficult, sir.

If these are amateurs, then... Amateurs,
smooth as silk and oiled as clockwork.

Professionals, Charles.
These were professionals.

The Americans.

No.

We have a deal.

If they pull a job here,
they always inform us first.

Yes.

Europe, then, that damn German.

Yes, what is it? Excuse me, sir,
there is a gentleman to see you.

I'm not home to anybody.
Well, he is very insistent, sir,

and he asked me to give you this.

Send him in.

Sir.

Mr. Smith, sir.

Right.

You look very healthy, Mr. Smith,

for a man who has possibly only
a very short time left to live.

Your deposit box is as it was.

We didn't even bust it.

Yes.

For that small consideration, I shall
probably send a wreath to your funeral.

No funerals, Mr. Sinclair.

Just celebrations.

Tell him to stay where he is.

Stay where you are, Charles.

The raid was just a demonstration
for your benefit, Mr. Sinclair.

A free demonstration.

You can have the rest of the hall.

It's no good to us. No good?

In new notes?

Consecutive numbers?

We can't fence the stuff, but you can.

You've been misinformed. I'm
a respectable businessman.

I understand you perfectly, Mr Sinclair.

Now you understand me.

I'm a pro.

I lead an army.

Trained, disciplined, and for hire.

We can tackle jobs your boys
wouldn't know how to start.

No percentages.

A flat fee paid straight
into a Swiss bank. And for

that, you get men,
muscle, firepower, know-how.

You get your own
private army, Mr. Sinclair.

Now, do we talk?

It's crazy, impossible.

Every cop, every security man in the
country has got those faces, but so far,

not a whisper. They left the country. No.

Ben, come on!

Tops.

Use a beer.

Grievous said no alcohol.
Well, he's not here, is he?

It's not his tongue drying up.
Far off and out of that village.

That's just what I was thinking.

Grievous said...
Grievous said, Grievous said.

He's not going to know, is he?
Unless you're thinking of telling him.

I won't be long.

You will never come to this house again.

You will never see or contact me again.

Charles will devise some
means of contact. And the payoff?

Mr Smith.

I've told you what I want
done, how you do it is up to you.

When you have done it, I
think your Swiss bank manager

will nod his gnomish
little head with delight.

Where are we going? Benny's.

Benny Marsh.

His old lady lives round here.

Won't be in records, cos he never
actually got round to marrying her.

There's a child, too. About three.

I can't see Benny passing up
the chance of seeing the kid.

You never told Cowley that?

No.

It makes sense.

You're getting slack.

And I said no alcohol!

We're moving.

Follow me.

They'll be on us in half an hour.

Frankie, false trail.

Take them north, then catch up with
us there, south, beyond the ridge.

Come on, let's move it.

Up there, second floor.

Touch your sensitive soul.

All fuzzy pigs.

Find a corpse floating
in the river, or a mad

axeman in a back
garden, who do they yell for?

Yeah, like the army.

Fascist authority, scum, until they want
someone to go out and get killed for them.

I fancy a beer. Hold for it, will you?

Yeah, you can get me a lager.

This will do.

Tomorrow we'll scout out,
find somewhere else to dig in.

Are we going to spend the whole
time with our backsides in the mud?

No.

Eventually we'll put our
backsides on a beach somewhere

with birds and booze and
as much money as we need.

But until then...

It's mud.

Any objections?

I want a guard.

Tub.

Four as on, four off.

You take the first four.

But first, the beer.

I said no alcohol.

That was my order.

Who broke it?

Somebody had to get it.

Who?

Yes, it was you.

You disobeyed my orders.

By specific orders.

We lost them, didn't we?

You pull that trigger,
Grievous, and we're found.

My orders, and from now
on, everyone obeys them.

I've got us a job, a job that
could set us all up for life.

I'll kill anyone.

You know, it's funny, a couple
of years ago, I was in Holland,

in a block like this, exactly like this.

Same kind of people, same jobs.

The only difference was their block
was clean, cared for, taken pride in.

You know, Britain's
become a funny bloody place.

Social revolution.

What's that got to do with dirt?

Growing up. I mean, all kids make
a mess when they're growing up.

Don't they?

Hello, Benny.

I said hello.

You're predictable, Benny.

I'll give you that.
Predictable. How's Crevice? Who's Crevice?

Well, let me put it another way.

How's Crevice?

The paper's been told to
lay off the bank raid, Benny.

Play it down.

Which means you don't exist, officially.

Which means you could
disappear for a long, long time.

Or permanently.

The choice is yours, Benny.

Rough or smooth.

Okay, okay.

But I came back.

It's my kid, Bodie. I
haven't seen him in three years.

Three years, Bodie.

Okay, I'll give you two minutes.

Now, we'll be waiting.

I trust you, Bennie.

Take the lift.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Benny.

Benny skipped.

Hasn't come back.

And if I had more men, he
would face a firing squad.

Come on, let's go.

You held out on me, Bodie.

Well, I thought that... I
am still speaking, Bodie.

Sir. And one more word and you're out of
this organization. Do you understand? Out!

Do you understand? Well, not if you do.

Enthusiasm lead you astray?

I don't deny there is a place for
enthusiasm here, but tempered with intelligence.

Didn't it occur to you
that if you'd let Benny Marsh

in and then followed him... You may speak.

Damn.

So?

Nothing but blasphemy.

How are you making out with Mart?

Doyle's sweating him, but he's tough.

Mind if I throw in my Topham's book?

Listen, all that crap about
holding me in Communicado forever,

even this mob can't do that.

You're going to have to let me
off the hook sooner or later.

You're off the hook, Marsh.

Insufficient evidence.
We're releasing you.

We're repatriating you, of course, back to

your last known address. That's only fair.

Ticket.

Doll and Bodhi will see you aboard.
The plane leaves for Angola at 2.30.

A last known address. Don't worry,
the government are paying the fare.

Listen, I'm British.

Not according to our information.

You took out Angolan
citizenship... Just papers of convenience.

Bode, you know the score.

You send me back to
Angola, they'll eat me alive.

That is a problem.

But not our problem. Have a nice trip.

All right.

There's not much I can tell you.

Try us.

Cleavis is planning another raid.

A big one.

Where?

I don't know.

Not good enough, Benny.

I don't know. I'll tell you. I swear it.

But I do know who for.

It is agreed, then.

We shall not meet again.

Only if you were to renege on the deal.

You deliver, we will pay.

I shall rely upon that.

Very quiet, Charles.
Something upsetting you?

I like dealing with our own kind.

Charles, racial prejudice.

Our own line of business, sir.

Money, Charles, money
is our line of business.

Our friend is backed by powerful men.

Wealthy men.

One must move with the times, Charles.

Go where the action is. Because
where the action is, so is the money.

Simon Sinclair.

Typical Crevice.

Start at the top with the untouchables.

Well, we all know it. Sinclair's behind
half the organised crime in this country.

And what have the police ever
nailed him with? A parking ticket?

I've had allegations of
brutality against both of you.

An anonymous phone call,
but it has to be checked out.

Brutality? It has to be checked out.

Meanwhile, you're both
suspended. Off the squad.

So whatever you do in this case
is outside my responsibility.

Governor?

Yes, what is it?

Look.

Get rid of the goon.

And him too.

Your daughter's outside, Mr. Sinclair.

Safe at the moment, but
this had better be quick,

because the guy with her is a psychopath.

You know, after this is over, I'll
have you hunted down and killed.

I'll deal with you personally.

How much?

Money. I'm not interested in money.

I want Crevice.

Crevice?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Look, this is an instant
snatch. No dangling you on a string.

Now your daughter's out there. Unless
you give me what I want now, right now,

I'm going to bring her into
this house a piece at a time.

Aren't you going to ravish me?

Well, what's wrong?

Aren't I pretty enough?

Oh, yes, yes, you're definitely pretty.

Well, then.

It's just I haven't been
feeling very well lately.

Oh, you don't believe me?

Okay, well, I hold up one finger,
and that's what you get. One finger.

No.

No, for God's sake!

Crevious.

I... Do you know what kind of man
is sitting out there with your kid?

He's a nut!

He enjoys pain. God knows what
he's doing to her right now.

I want Crevice.

I've been looking for him for
years, and now he's working for you.

How do you know that? Because
Crevice and me are in the same game.

Only in this case, two's a
crowd, and he's got to go.

Are you... You're not Law, then?

Law wouldn't snatch a kid, would they?

Lore wouldn't.

No.

I know Crevice, yes, but
I don't know where he is.

I can't contact him.

Give me the job, then. Tell me where
it is. I'll catch up with him there.

You really have to learn the hard
way, don't you? It's tomorrow night.

Barrows Bay. What, the nuclear
fission waste recycling plant? Tritonium.

I have a buyer for plutonium. You could
be giving me a bum steer. Convince me.

Crown plans, the whole place.

We'll leave your daughter
at the end of the drive.

We'll mount a full anti-strike
operation. Marksmen around the perimeter.

Handguns on the inside, eh?

Sledgehammer to crack a
nut. A very tough nut.

Oh, it must be.

Can't be more than four
or five of them at most.

We once held up a whole battalion for
nearly a day. Six men, exactly like these.

They're pros. With machine guns.

Hey!

Damn fool!

Oh, they've beaten us to it.

Crevice has pulled a fast
one. Moved a day early.

When? A couple of minutes ago.

That truck.

You okay?

Yeah. Call HQ. We want the area
cordoned off. Ten miles radius.

Twenty. Crevice moves fast.

Four three-tonner, yellow cab, grey
body. Heading north, we are in pursuit.

Establish roadblocks.

Approach with caution. Four
or five armed men. Hold it!

Motorbikes.

Looks like it's on
foot from here, huh, sir?

Well, I've got feet, haven't I?

Cowley to HQ. Coming, Cowley.

Location approximately 200 yards
off the main north road, a sidetrack.

Raiders escaped on
motorbikes. We are pursuing. Out.

Typical.

Well, downstream he'll be in the town.

What is it?

Why did he ditch him? Noise.

Even I can follow four motorbikes.

Anyway, Crevice would feel more at
home on his own two feet, wouldn't he?

There's a trail back here
heading towards the road.

You two go on ahead.

I'll stay on here for a bit.

Local fuzz move fast.

They must have struck off that way.

Local fuzz don't move that fast.

They don't know you and
me from all in the ground.

Why haven't they challenged us?

Frankie, great with a knife.

Well, they'll be well on
the way by now, won't they?

Something's bothering you. Truck bikes.

Why use bikes when you
ditch them after a mile or so?

And this, a clear breakthrough point.
And why didn't they drive it off the road?

We've been sockered. Right.

They're still back there somewhere.

Dug in.

Any ideas?

Close to where they dumped
the bikes? Cowley. Cowley.

Bodhi?

Screech owl. Screech owl? What are you,
Boney, a bird-watching freak? Our call.

Their call. Come to me, it means. Danger.

The man down there.

I took him. Good. No, no, I
took him, but he was quick.

Very quick.

He's still alive, I think. You fool!

Go to Earth! Those were my orders!

He was in the way. He saw me.

You deal with the cops.

Okay.

Go down and deal with this one.

But quietly!

Fan up! There may be others.

Yeah.

Drop it!

Drop it!

Cowley!

Yeah?

Cowley, you okay?

Yes, yes, I'm okay.

And it's Mr. Cowley!

You are okay, aren't you?

You know what to do.

Bodie! Keep out of this!

I may not be as good a
shot as you, Crevice.

I might miss a couple of times.

You know, hit a kneecap,
or a gut shot, or lower.

Bodie, you're no better than he is!

I don't think that's true, do you?

Only one way to find out.

I'm not breaking the law, just bending it.

Where's Woody? He's living old time, sir.

With Crevice? Well, that
should be all right then.

Bodhi can look after himself,
if he abides by my teaching.

He should see the other fella.

Ha ha ha!