All language subtitles for The Professionals - 2x02 - The Rack

You what?

Yeah, okay, will do.

All right, it's a meet. Sounds
like good. Do you want to come along?

Where is it?

Usual.

You weren't followed.

Come on, Parker.

Who's he?

Never you mind.

What have you got?

The goods.

The real McCoy.

The Coogans.

Big John and Paul, if you
want them. If you want them.

You got them.

When?

This evening.

That's a big drop, maybe
ten pounds of uncut heroin.

Coogan's chancing that under his
own roof. Oh, that's the nice part.

The offer came suddenly. The
original buyer got busted,

leaving £10 of uncut
floating, so Coogan's moved in.

Has to be their house. There
wasn't time to arrange anything else.

I've wanted the Coogan brothers for a
long time. Well, now you've got them.

Well, the gang's all here.
It's more like a CI-5 outing.

I mean, a big drug drop like
this, not a drug squad man in sight.

This isn't just about drugs, Danny.

No? Anyway, it's nothing to do
with them. It was our tip-off.

So I hope you've eaten plenty of spinach.

Right, let's go.

We haven't found anything
yet, but we will. You will.

Don't say anything, Pauline.

Oh, I'd say that one
down there. Hey, John!

All right, otherwise!

You should see the mess they made inside.

I sent for you, Mr.
Merlin, because... Well,

because John always said to
send for you if there was trouble.

You did the right thing, Frank.

They've obviously gone.
They left half an hour ago.

They didn't find anything.

Nothing.

Nothing?

What a damn thing. Went
over the place with a

fine tooth comb. Twice.
With two tooth combs.

We even got infrared
equipment and sniffer dogs.

Parker gave us a bump
stairs. He's been reliable before.

Given you some hot tips. Yeah.

I reckon somebody outbid
the Coogans, you know.

Well, I mean, ten pounds
of uncut going floating.

Somebody got there first.

We never found it because it was
never there in the first place to find.

So where does that leave us, up the
creek without a paddle? Not quite.

We've still got the Coogans.

Let's have a quiet
chat with them, shall we?

Which one's gonna do the hitting?

Not you.

Not enough weight.

And you?

You'd break your hand on me.

It's not glass, this.

And this?

I'll just rock.

Like your brother works
out on it some mornings.

53 bouts when I was in the
ring and no one ever put me out.

If this is the best you could do,
Mr. Cowley, it's no good enough.

You shouldn't believe
every rumor you hear, Coogan.

There's going to be no hitting.

Huh?

Someone might have heard that.

And it's your word against mine, isn't it?

Sit down, Cobham.

Sit down!

See to it.

You've been working him over, haven't you?

Yeah, now it's my turn.

Well, you won't find
me any easier than him.

John can take it, and so can I.

I don't think you're ready to play in the
big league yet, so just be a good boy, eh?

When we're ready for
you, we'll call for you.

I'm ready now.

Of course you are.

Don't push your luck.

He did warn you.

Living in the shadow of
his big brother. I know.

Where's he off to? He's had
to go and see the minister.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

Come in.

Shut the door, George.

You're up early, Minister.

And I dislike being up
early, but it was imperative.

Imperative?

David Merlin. Merlin? That
shyster. He lives up to his namesake.

He's a legal wizard, has friends at
court, and represents the Coogan brothers.

Represents? What does their
dirty business, you mean?

David Merlin is a highly respected lawyer.

Not by me, he isn't.

Nor by me.

But he's raising an awful stink.

He's alleging damage to private property,
search without warrant. Without warrant?

You know the terms of
my brief. Yes, George.

And it is that brief that is
endangered at this moment.

I know what you do and why.

But finally, ultimately, we must
answer to the government of this country,

and they in turn, to the voters.

Can you hold the
Coogans? Do you have a case?

Not at the moment, no, but
given a few hours' interrogation...

Then you must release them immediately.

Oh, I'm sorry, John.

John Coogan is a thug.

Drugs, extortion, prostitution.
In the eyes of the British public,

John Coogan is a revered athlete.

And he's up for an OBE.

Until you can prove otherwise.

George, I'm not asking you.

I'm telling you, if you
can't hold the Coogans,

then release them. Get
them away from here.

And maybe I can hold the cork on a fizz
bottle which is very close to bursting.

George.

Yes, sir, yes, Minister, right away.

I knew you couldn't hold me.

Miss Poole?

I'll go and get him now.

Okay, the cage is open. You can fly away.

Come on, sonny.

Here we go.

This guy's dead.

I want them, Merlin. I want them all.

Cowley, his organisation,
whoever killed Paulie. It's

going to be very expensive, John.

Very?

Look, just get them out from
behind their badge or whatever.

Break them.

Make them ordinary people again.

You take care of that, and then
one night, down some dark street,

I'll take care of them my way.

Got a solid case, haven't we?

Not in the conventional sense.

It ain't busting it. It took me and
Paulie without a warrant. The CI5.

Special brief.

Part of the government.

And you can't sue the government per se.

So what do we do?

There's another way.

Just as good.

A court of inquiry?

Afraid so, George.
Questions and answers in the open.

The strength of this
organisation is its anonymity.

Many people are saying
it has too much strength.

Here.

It's been agreed, George, at a
higher level than even I can back.

The court of inquiry convenes on Thursday.

Who will you want as counsel to present
your side of the affair? Counsel? My God,

I funded this
organization. I'll answer for it.

I thought you'd say that, and I agree.

But you understand, George,

you won't just be defending the
rights and wrongs of the Coogan issue,

but the continued existence of
the whole department. I understand.

You'll be up against
some very tough opposition.

David Merlin, he'll
mastermind it, I'm sure of that.

But the actual inquiry...

He'll want someone beyond reproach.

Someone utterly
sincere, utterly committed.

I think you'll be up
against Geraldine Mather.

Well?

It's revolting.

Unbelievable.

It must be exposed and stopped.

Yes, Mr. Merlin, I
will prosecute this case.

A court of inquiry, Miss Waver.
There will be no actual prosecution.

Oh, there will be, the
way I intend handling it.

Are there any actual ground rules as
to where the inquiry will be held?

A room in some convenient location.

That's what I thought.

So, let's play our first ace.

She wants to hold the inquiry here. In
the room in which Paul Coogan died? Oh,

for pity's sake. Her argument is
it will save time if the court

of inquiry should wish to
visit the scene of the crime.

I've already agreed to her
demand, George. Oh, you have, have you?

If we don't, she'll only
make further capital out of it.

And if we do, she's already ten
points ahead on sheer emotional appeal.

Oh, let her have the room.
She doesn't frighten me.

No, she should. A good
healthy respect, at least.

She's out to break. See, I
five, George, and you with it.

Lord God.

Holy and mighty, holy and
immortal, holy and most merciful saviour,

deliver us from the
bitter pains of eternal death.

You know the secrets of our hearts.

In your mercy, hear our prayer.

Forgive us our sins.

And at our last hour, let
us not fall away from you.

We have entrusted our brother, Paul
Martin Coogan, to God's merciful keeping,

and we now commit his
body to the ground, earth

to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

It doesn't seem right, keeping
Paul's friends away. Whose friends?

Friends of Charlie, and Osher, and Harry.

Huggling mugs, staring
out of some newspaper.

We've got to do nothing of these things.

We've got to be respectable.

Anyway, they didn't forget him.

Amen.

I checked the cards, and if anyone
did forget him, they're here from me.

I'm not going to let them cover this up.

They're covering my brother with
earth, and he's only 29 years old.

Cut down.

Are you suggesting it
was deliberately done?

I know it was.

And I mean to prove it.

Well, have you any idea who might
have done it, Mr Coogan? I mean,

did your brother have any enemies?

Didn't ever do it, did I?

Just right.

I'm bothered, Frankie.

Yeah? When they bust in,
right time, right place.

So who tipped them off? I want to know.

Ray?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I thought you'd be up by now, eh?

Organic food in the
belly, working out. What for?

What for? I said working out. What for?
So I can rupture somebody else's spleen.

That was an accident. Yes,
right. He ran right onto my fist.

Now, look, Ray.

I was there, right?

He came at you. You turned and belted
him. I mean, it could have happened anywhere.

Pod brawl anywhere. It could have
happened to anyone. It didn't happen to anyone,

did it? It happened to me.

He only hit you once. I see.
Oh, well, that's all right, then.

You mean if I'd hit him twice,
I could have killed him twice.

You know what they're
made of me, don't you?

Do you know what they're made of us?

Eh?

Well, it frightens me to death, Bodie.

Yeah, well, I've only come to tell you
that Carly's got a job for us. Not me, mate.

I'm suspended, remember? Yeah, me too.

Material witness now, you know.

I saw you beat that innocent young
man to death. Don't make jokes, Bodhi.

I'm telling you, I
don't make jokes. Yeah, but

it's the only way I can
get through, isn't it?

Now, come on, Ray. The old man needs us.

Look, he's fighting for
his life out there. I've

never seen him like this. We owe him one.

Listen to him, we.

What happened to the look after the
number one credo then? Yeah, well,

don't do as I say, do as I do.

Yeah. Okay, well, I'll leave you
to wallow in your own self-pity.

I'll handle it myself. Since when did
you ever handle anything on your own?

Yeah, well, since when did you?

So why us if we're both
suspended? Because Parker's my pigeon.

Our pigeon.

And he's dropped out of sight. Well,
wouldn't you with a coogan on the loose? Yeah,

well, he's the man who
started this rolling.

Macaulay wants to speak to him.

Stop that.

You are Mr Cowley?

Yes.

Miss Mather?

I'm glad you stopped by. I thought you
might try to do something like this.

Do what?

Remove or destroy this evidence.

What?

I must insist that this
room remains exactly as it is.

I was just trying to
make it more habitable.

You do not regard it as
habitable at this moment?

Well... Yet quite habitable enough for
you to conduct your interrogations in.

Very well, but you won't mind
standing for a whole day, then?

Maybe you could sit on my knee.

Oh, I anticipate the inquiry
will take several days, Mr. Cowley.

Of course there must be
chairs, but this kind of chair.

I want the board of
inquiry to know the kind of

comfort you offer your
unfortunate prisoners.

I want them really to feel it.

Let's go.

Fool.

No, Carly is many
things, but a fool he is not.

Right, last one, and then
we go on, right, Dale? Dale.

Hey, look at this. I can
see it. Hello, darling.

Dad?

Parker.

Parker.

Parker.

Parker.

Henry Parker. He's a little
fella. Pug Slim, do you know?

I don't know anyone called Parker.

What makes you think I should
know someone called Parker?

Well, he digs your sort of
sand, you know, don't you?

Who are you, anyway?

Just friends.

What's going on?

I'll look it up.

They say they're looking
for someone called Parker.

There's only one thing you should
be looking for when you call here.

All the time you're standing there,
you're keeping away the real trade. So go, eh?

Disappear!

All right.

They can't destroy us.

They can.

They might.

What am I really up against
tomorrow? Geraldine Mather.

Oh, I know about her. I'll take my
chances with her, meter fact for fact.

She doesn't scare me even.

Well, not much.

But what else? The inquiry board? Well,
there's Stenard. Now, he's a fair man.

He's got a mind, too.

He won't be swayed by pure emotion.

The inquiry will be presided over
by Judge Hall. No problem there.

He'll only be interested in
the pure facts of the matter.

Then there's Mackay.

Oh, yes, Harold Mackay. The man
who's opposed CI5 since its inception.

He'll be seeking to make
political capital out of this.

And he'll try to make it
over your broken back.

Cheers.

Everything okay?

She could prosecute me any time.

I'll see you in court, over there.

Good morning.

I am Judge Hall, and I shall be presiding.

My colleagues, Mr. Stannard and Mr. McKay.

Before we begin, may I point out
to members of the press that they

are here as a matter of
courtesy and not as a matter of right.

It may well be that certain testimony
will be subject to the Official Secrets Act,

and that this Court will instruct
that such testimony may not be printed.

I reserve the right to question and
protest any such instruction, Mr. President.

Miss Mather, may I point
out to you that this is not

the sort of court to
which you are accustomed.

Ultimately, we have no judicial powers.

We can merely make
findings and recommendations.

I'm aware, Mr. President,
that this is not a court of law.

But I hope we shall find
that it is a court of justice.

We shouldn't be sitting here. We
should be out after you-know-who.

We start again at five.
Yeah, do you earn at five?

Seven hours.

I'd like to begin my
address with an apology.

These surroundings are
far from comfortable,

but it was my suggestion
that the inquiry be held here.

I wanted you all to
sample the kind of hospitality

offered by CI5 to their
unfortunate suspects.

To try and imagine What
it would be like to be

held in Communicado, in a place like this.

What would run through your mind?

Miss Maida, I think we have
all taken your point. Now,

perhaps if you would remain
in the body of the court.

CI5, Criminal Intelligence.

Secret organization, a dangerously
omnipotent organization, answerable, it seems,

to no one but its own controller.

Mr. President, I must object.

We are not here to inquire into CI5.

Aren't we?

The object of the inquiry is to look
into the death of Paul Martin Coogan.

Very well, I concede.

We will confine ourselves to
the murder of Paul Coogan.

Mr. President. Yes, yes, yes, I agree.

Miss Mather, I know you to
be a very skillful counsel,

but really these cheap
tactics do you no credit, you know,

especially when they
appear to be aimed at the press

when it is here that this
case is being conducted.

The death of Paul Martin Coogan
while held in the custody of CI5.

You've seen the official
photographs and the autopsy report.

Coogan died as the result of one blow or
several blows that ruptured his spleen.

The blow or blows
delivered by a clenched fist.

Mr. Carl, you admit that
you launched what amounted

to a full-scale assault
on Mr. Coogan's house?

I ordered a squad operation, yes.

Ten men?

Eleven, including myself.

Most of them are.

All of them run.

So my full-scale attack sounds more
accurate than your squad operation.

You ran the car in the driveway,
you broke down the front door,

and then you and your men
proceeded to rampage through his house.

We searched it.

Searched it?

Carpets ripped up?

Furniture torn apart,
wallpaper stripped away.

We were looking for
something small. Drugs.

Something small?

Ten pounds of heroin?

They could have split it up,
concealed it in a dozen places.

But they hadn't, had they, Mr Cowley? The
fact is that you found absolutely nothing.

No.

Would you speak up, please, Mr Cowley?

No, we found nothing.

Furniture, carpets, all in all,

damage estimated at several
thousand pounds for nothing,

and without a search warrant.

I don't need a warrant.

Oh, I see. You don't need a warrant.
You are outside the laws of this country.

It's within my brief.

You have a license to
pillage, to assault and kill.

Desperate men call for desperate measures.

Desperate men?

Paul Martin Coogan, two convictions for
drunkenness, one for dangerous driving.

John Peter Coogan, one
arrest for causing an affray.

No conviction.

These are your desperate men, Mr Cowley.

They're clever.

Keep their noses clean. Get
others to do their dirty work.

Paul Coogan wasn't very clever, was he?

He ended up here dead in this
room, the result of a beating.

It was just one punch.

Oh, I see. So you admit the assault.
You admit Paul Coogan was punched.

In self-defense.

Oh, Mr. Cowley, we have all of
us heard that excuse before.

No more questions at this time.

He attacked my men.

No more questions. Now,
you'll fling out accusations.

You will have an opportunity
of putting your case later.

I would like to call my first witness.

John Kurgan, come in, please.

Yes, they held me in a
room just along the corridor.

Were you handcuffed?

Yes, all the time.

And tied to. My hands swelled
up for quite a while afterwards.

How many men were in the room with you?

Three.

Three against one? Why?

Did you resist in any way?

All I kept doing was asking for my lawyer.

Which they denied you.

Yes.

They denied you the legal and
fundamental right of every citizen.

We'd made no charge against him.

Which, in my view, makes
it even more despicable.

Mr. Coogan, did they
offer violence to you?

Well, they tried. Oh, he's lying.

Never at any point... Three of
them, a chair got broken, a scuffle,

but even with three of
them, they couldn't hurt me.

Because you are a
powerful man, Mr. Coogan, but

your brother, Paul, he
lacked your physique.

Paul, he was... he was just a kid.

A kid.

Got a lead on Parker. Where?
Battersea. Want me to ring him in?

No, a stranger will scare him
off. If he goes underground again,

they'll never find him. Yeah,
that's right. Just keep an eye on him.

We'll pick him up later.
Right. 42 Fennell Street. Got it.

You're next.

Frank Williams, please.

Keep your guard up and boss clever.

It was like a war had started.

I came running round the
side of the house and saw them.

A number of armed men?

Yes.

Doing what?

Going mad, I thought.

It smashed down the front door.

Then what did you do?

I ran forward.

Then?

One of them hit me.

Here.

Why?

I don't know. Just hit me, that's all.

Mr. Williams, isn't it a fact
that you were armed yourself?

Weren't you carrying a shotgun?

Well...

Yes, sir?

Mr. Williams, why were
you carrying a shotgun?

It was a fox about.

Mr. Coogan told me to try and get it.

Do you have a legal
permit to own a shotgun?

Yes.

And you were in the boundaries
of Mr. Coogan's private property,

or what should have been considered Mr.
Coogan's private property, except that Mr.

Cowley and the CI5 do not, it
seems, respect a man's personal privacy.

I think that answers the point you
raised, except for one thing, Mr. Cowley.

Williams here was carrying a shotgun
when he was struck down by one of your men.

Yes.

Struck down in self-defense, no doubt.

Of course.

Another possibly desperate man.

Yes.

Why then wasn't he arrested? Why
wasn't he brought in for questioning?

We were after the Coogan.

You were after?

As a huntsman tracks down game, after
them with a sense of purpose, perhaps,

after them with a sense of vengeance.

No, no, you don't understand.

Oh, but you certainly got one of
them, didn't you? You got Paul Coogan.

Miss May, it is just
the facts that we want.

No further questions.

Mr. Cowley, do you wish to cross-examine?

No, no question.

Well, George, are you sure? No point.

He'll lie through his teeth
and only clown the issue more.

Well, in that case, I
think this would be a

convenient moment to adjourn for the day.

They're finished, for the time being.

Let's go.

You let him see you.

Sorry. Oh, where's he gone?

Look, as soon as I knew he'd rumbled
me, I moved in. There's a back door.

I'm sorry. You're sorry. What now?

Ask him.

I'm terribly sorry.

Just when we needed a break.

You were there.

Eh?

Today in the courtroom
when John hit Williams.

Do you remember when we
first brought Poogan in?

How flashy he was,
patting his stomach, saying,

my brother works out in
this sometimes. Said something

like that, didn't he?
Yeah, something like that.

So what?

I was there when you hit Paul
Coogan. I mean, good punch, economical,

but it wasn't going to
split doors or spleens either.

Come on, Bodie, the autopsy
report. Yes, it a punch, but why yours?

John Coogan?

Why not? He's an
ex-pro, light heavyweight.

I can see him working out with
Paul, saying, come on, Paulie boy,

hit me as hard as you like.

Then Paul trying to live up to Big
Brother, you know, says, right, hit me back.

John does? Yeah, like Williams today.

No.

Big John's a pro. He's not going to start
throwing punches at people, is he? Yeah,

even if he pulls them, he's
still going to hurt a lot,

and they'll do a lot of damage. No, no.

Thanks a lot, mate, but no.
Why not? Well, for a start,

Paul didn't show any signs of pain when
we brought him in. Ah, would he, though?

Eh? Admit his brothers hurts him.
It'll be a sign of weakness in this book.

Better admit it's possible.

Yeah, it's possible.

How did we find out? I don't know.

You know, Coogan's got
a bird at his house.

Hi.

Hi.

I don't think you should be
here. This is private property.

Yeah, we know.

Yeah, we're fans, you
know. Yeah, boxing fans.

We were hoping for a
glimpse of Big John Coogan.

He hasn't boxed in years.

Ah, yeah, but when he did, eh? Great,
wasn't he? Fantastic. He's our hero.

And he still keeps fit, doesn't he?

Oh, yes.

Yeah.

Works out every morning.

Yeah, that's what we
heard with his brother Paul.

Poor Paulie.

Yeah, yeah, it was tough.

But they did work out together, eh?

Sometimes.

I mean, exchange
punches, that kind of thing.

Oh, yes.

He hurt him once.

Well, John hurt Paul.

No, no, Paul hurt John.

It was just the other day, in fact, the
last time they ever sparred together.

Paul really hurt Big John.

I've tried as much as anything.

Mind you, John hurt him back.

What?

Yeah! Nice talking to you.

You fools, you damn fools!

To go there to that house now? Look, it
was a hunch, and I think it's paid off.

Do you know what that mail-in
woman will make of it? Look,

the girl said they sparred together.

It could let Ray off the
hook. He needs off the hook.

Don't you think Coogan is aware of
that? Look, it's subpoena the girl.

What girl?

She was on a flight to Spain
one hour after you spoke to her.

Anything she may have said to you
is just Just hearsay, inadmissible.

Sorry, sir.

We were just trying to... I know what
you were trying to do, and I'm grateful,

but the fact of the
matter is it hasn't helped.

Not one bit. It's helped me.

There's a doubt. Now there's a
chance I didn't kill Paul Coogan.

See you in court.

Oh, come on.

In view of this flagrant
breach, we ask that Mr.

Cowley be directed to
ensure that there are

no further attempts to
harass our witnesses.

Is that true, Cowley?

Did you men go out to Coogan's house?

It's true.

Well, then? It was our misunderstanding,

and I give a firm
undertaking it will not happen again.

We accept that.

But the incident will
be recorded. Thank you.

We're way ahead on points.

Call Raymond Doyle.

Raymond Doyle.

Good luck.

Quite an impressive record, Doyle.

With the police, you
became a boxing champion,

a Class A marksman with
both rifle and handgun.

You were interested in kendo and karate
and sufficiently interested, in fact,

to have actually started a sports
club dedicated to those skills.

Yes, mainly for the black kids.

Obviously, you are
obsessed with physical violence.

No.

Boxing, karate, shooting.

I do other things as well.

We know that.

We are here to inquire into one
of those other things you do,

like brutalizing helpless prisoners.

Oh, I must protest. And
I must too, Miss Maida.

Mr. Doyle, isn't it
part of your CI5 training

to learn to fight with your bare hands?

Yeah, that's standard practice.

Aren't you taught to break a bone at
a blow, to disembowel at a stroke?

Aren't you taught pressure points,
places to hit, to disable, maim, and kill?

A normal self-defense course, such as any
commando, any infantryman would be taught.

Commandos and infantrymen are
prepared for a state of war.

I was not aware that a state
of war existed in Britain.

It was you who struck
Paul Coogan, wasn't it?

He came at me.

You struck him, you punched him.

Yeah, well, what else was I... You struck
him so hard that you ruptured his spleen.

You killed Paul Coogan, didn't you?

I don't know.

Come on, we've had
evidence that... I hit him,

yes, whether I...
Actually, I killed him, I...

Well, he played sparring games
with his brother. Maybe he hits him.

No more questions.

Look, Jimmy, I want to kill him.

Life's important, any
life. I believe that.

No more questions.

Mr. Doyle.

John.

What?

Is it possible?

Me?

Kill Paulie, my own brother? You didn't
spar with him. Sometimes we used to spar.

You never sparred with him.

You never played games with him.

You never laid hands on him.

Understood?

How'd you get on? Lousy.

She made a monkey out of me.
Well, you did give her a head start.

She's a dragon.

She's a woman. Good-looking, too.

Well, it'll be your turn soon.

Don't worry, I'm not monkey material.

Besides, I've never yet met
a woman I couldn't handle.

I'll just fix her with my famous smile.

Mr. Bode, please.

William Andrew Philip Bode.

Yeah, all the princes are
such a regal-looking baby.

You left school at 14?

Yeah, there was nothing more they
could teach me. Just answer the questions,

Mr Bodie. Yes, sir. Sorry,
I'm just naturally jocular.

It's my Liverpool Irish background.

You joined the Merchant Navy?

And then you jumped ship
three years later at Dachau.

Yes, I had an
altercation with the skipper.

His girl, you see, his girl
took a shot into me and...

Your machismo is of no
interest to us, Mr. Bodie.

Just your violent background.

You've been a bouncer in an African club.

You've been gun-running for
both sides during the Congo wars.

A mercenary soldier in Angola,
Biafra, some dubious activities in Jordan,

and then you came back
here to join the army,

where you became a sergeant with the
paras, then you were seconded to the SAS,

and now you were the CI-5.

It appears that you hire out your
body for any nefarious activity,

provided the price is right.

Mr. President.

I'll rephrase that.

You hire out your
experience, is that right, Mr. Bodie?

Yeah, that'll do.

And your chief talent is
dealing with death, violence, mayhem.

How many men have you killed, Mr. Bodie?

I can't remember.

You can't remember? Do you hear that?

This is a member of the
CI5, and he can't remember.

Look, when you throw a
grenade in the bush, I mean,

how do you know how many
guys you kill? In the jungle.

Oh, jungle. Yes, Mr. Bodie.

I think that is where you belong.

You were a member of the squad
that attacked Mr. Coogan's house.

Yeah.

You were the man that
struck down Frank Williams.

Yes, he had a gun.

Yes, you had a gun too, and
you were ready to fire it.

Look, the informer told us it was
heroin. People kill for heroin.

Informer?

Did you set up this whole disgusting
affair on the word of a common informer?

It frequently brings results.

I want to hear.

I want to question this informer.

I want to see how he measures up
against the respectable image of John Coogan.

What is his name, Mr. Cowley?

Mr. President, this is
restricted information.

Mr. President, I insist.

Of course, if you want to be party
to a cover-up... One moment, please.

Now, look, I think you've said it before.

To name him in open court, it
could put him at grave risk.

It would be irresponsible.

Nevertheless, Mr
Cowley... We insist upon it.

Cowley, this court is
ordering you to name the informer.

Parker.

Henry Parker.

God help him.

How'd you get on?

What happened to the smile then?

Parker.

Nosy Parker.

Sorry, sir. Flirted it out.

Flirted what out?

About Parker.

Oh, right.

Where'd they go?

Stay close, but stay clear, too.

Don't give that woman another opportunity.

He's doing his inquiries. Yeah.

Well, with his contacts, he's got a
better chance of finding Parker than we have.

Come on, now! Not you.
You grossed on me, Parker.

On me! Give me that.

Oh, no.

Coogan's pursued his inquiries.

I'll get an ambulance.

Where are they?

I don't know, sir. I haven't
heard a word. Location? Yes, right.

And let's hope they'll not
be called to give evidence.

The court is now in session. Yeah, I know.

Can we see him now? Out of
the question. Can he be moved?

The man is severely injured.
Doctor, can he be moved? Look,

why don't you just simply
take a statement? Oh, come on.

We have all heard a great deal
of argument from Miss Mather.

Emotional argument.

But backed in the main by hard facts.

Hard facts.

Yes, they are hard.

And they are facts.

That's the tragedy of it.

She's used me as a whipping
boy because I founded CI5.

But I didn't.

You did.

Society did. This society did.

If there were no fires, you
wouldn't need firemen. And in God's name,

and I invoke him
sincerely, I wish you would

make my job, my organization, redundant.

I wish you would make
the streets clean again.

I wish you would give
every man, whatever his color

or creed, the right to
be, to feel safe again.

But that's not to be.

Not yet.

And so, you need me. Like
it or not, you need CI5.

That's why I'm asking you, pleading with
you, don't destroy us, don't cut us down.

Not until you've got
something better to put in our place.

Miss Mather has seized
upon the word jungle.

Ah, in the popular vernacular,
that's where it's at, a jungle,

with mad beasts crawling
through it, and we are the hunters.

That was your argument, too. Did I
set out to hunt Coogan down? Well,

the answer is yes, and
it will always be yes,

as long as there are beasts
like Coogan left to hunt.

You showed us photos.

Carpets ripped up, cars
dented, but what about these?

Faces grown old before
they were ever young.

Destroyed and racked by drug addiction.

Girls scarcely out of their
teens selling their bodies,

their experience to
the highest bidder. Not

for the same purpose
as Bodie, Miss Mather.

Not for the same purpose at all.

Respectable businessmen, beaten up
because they bucked the price of

extortion and bully boys. These
are the streets we have to walk.

Not the bright streets, the mean
ones, devoid of hope and all humanity.

We walk them, and we brush aside some of
the dirt. Not much, just some of the dirt.

So that there's less to
offend when you come along.

And now, you're trying to take
away whatever teeth we've got left.

Why?

Why? Because someone got hurt?

Because a man died? And I...

I regret that.

I didn't want that. A man died.

And you want to close
down the whole hospital,

because like it or
not, that's what we are.

The surgeons.

A messy, sometimes bloody job,
and oh yes, our knives are sharp.

And we have to operate
fast and quickly, even

clumsily on occasion,
to cut out the disease.

The disease hurts, but so
does a surgeon's knife.

Which would you prefer? It's your choice.

Mr Cowley, it would be
untrue, patently untrue,

if I was to say to you I
wasn't moved by your final plea,

a passionate plea from the heart,

and made even more
poignant because I know that

you really believe everything you said.

Misguided as it is, you believe
in your own twisted argument.

You believe in your own
right and your own omnipotence,

and that is the danger that is
here, and it's a very real danger.

A young, innocent man has
already lost his life. Miss Mather!

You wanted an informer.

Henry Parker, your witness.

That was pure Perry Mason, that
last-minute witness. Whatever, it worked.

Partially. We didn't get Kogan.

Yeah, well, we will.

Anyway, we survived. By
the skin of our teeth.

The inquiry didn't exactly
exonerate us with a non-proven verdict.

But we did survive. To fight another day.

Fancy a beer and that?
Yeah, great. Great. Tired?

No. No, thanks. I'm tired. I
think I'll have an early night.

Now, leave him, buddy.

I suppose you'll get over it soon.

No, never.

But you'll learn to come to terms with it.

Come on, the beer's on me.

You're wrong.

And the scotch will be on you.