All language subtitles for The Professionals - 3x07 - Runner

No, the pill's there.
It's open. Wrong currency.

No, no, no! Take him! Take him! Take him!

Howdy!

Alert.

Speak to me.

Dawkins Gun Shop,
Reynolds Avenue. Cody Tiffles.

Raid.

Out.

Roger.

4-5 to 3-7, proceeding to gunshot. Out.

Take the back.

That's Doyle.

Who's the other one?

Not a CI5 gorilla, but Doyle's the one.

He's the one I want.

Yeah, well, as long as it
does the trick, gets them at it.

Hardly the stuff for
the local cadet corps.

I thought there was supposed to be
a limit on stocking these things.

There is.

Yeah, it's a coded call.

Went straight to C-11
at the yard. Usual way.

There must have been someone who
knows the organisation's tactics.

They're moving forces again.

Maybe.

Obviously.

Maybe.

That's all we need to get seen
here. The game's up. Shut up!

Come on, what is it?

We have them going in all directions.

Might even wake up some of
our own sleeping beauties.

And Mr. Albee might remember that
actions speak louder than words. Mr.

Albee's too fat to get out of his chair.

Oldtons don't want to know any more.

Rather go on television and
talk about political initiative.

What does that get
you, apart from the fee?

They'll be behind the
barricades before long.

And they won't know what's in them.

All right, there's a gun robbery. All
right, someone uses their tip-off code.

But that's not enough.

There's no reason why
they would be operative now.

They took six 12-gauge, five
7.62s, eight Parker Hales,

an M1 carbine and ammo to Matt.

It's got to be them.

I mean, that's not pawn shop
traffic, you know. This is a pro-raid.

These guys wanted guns for an
armory. And why didn't they take the lot?

Maybe they were disturbed.

Eyewitnesses?

We've been through this sort of run
enough times to know they're at it.

It's exactly their style,
everything fits. I mean, even the tip-off,

descent in the ranks, we've had that 50
times before. But not in the last year.

Why now?

Look, but if this does
mean they're active,

are we going to stand around till
someone gets their head blown off?

No.

Go and prove it.

Find out if this is
the start of a campaign.

Right.

But step on anyone's toes and
next week you'll be pain pushing.

Relax, Morgan. We're old pals.

I'm not flying the flag.

Nothing sacred anymore.

See if that coffee's ready, will you?

You must be doing well when
you can afford an au pair.

No, you've got it all wrong.

All this free time's just one of
the perks of being unemployed.

Plenty of time to think, eh?

I spend most of my time forgetting.

Yeah, don't blame me.
I'd do the same myself.

What does that mean? Like I said.

If I got wrapped over the
knuckles for something I didn't do,

I'd spend most of my time
trying not to feel sorry for myself.

What do you want?

Question and answer time.

I'm not on the payroll anymore.

Coffee's up.

I'll settle for a
drink, if you don't mind.

Go on, Ruggery.

Feed the cats, will you?

Ironic.

Two years ago, I'm
everybody's darling because my wife's

people have connections
with the organisation.

Then Cowley puts me in as a
sleeper, and I'm risking life and limb.

Then everything goes wrong,
and I'm left carrying the can.

Somebody blew the whistle on us.

A man got killed, you were
the only common denominator.

You think I got drunk and talked?

No.

You put yourself in Cowley's shoes.

So, er...

After being dishonorably discharged,

CI5 would now like some information
regarding the organization's activities.

Yeah.

Well, number one, I don't have
the connections I used to have,

not even the wife I used to have.

And number two, even if I knew the old
crowd were organising the Third World War,

I wouldn't give it to you.

You working?

Bit of lorry driving, lots of names.

That poker session last Christmas.

Still have you.

Look, I can't stay in here all
day. I've got a job to get back to.

Gun shop robbery,
shotguns, 22s and a coded tip-off.

Thanks for the coffee.

I doubt if I see you tonight, I'll
probably do the late shift at the club.

What was all that about gunshots?

They think something started.

How? You could find out at a club.

You're not a copper anymore, and there's
a certain kind of client I don't mix with.

Keep your ear to the ground.

What are you doing?

In person.

What's happened?

Been reduced to the ranks?

Got you out looking
for truants, have they?

She's got the Morgan
good looks, hasn't she?

It's a boy.

One of eight.

How's, um... Holly.

Holly.

Ask her yourself. She's over there
doing an assault course for four-year-olds.

That's Holly? I haven't seen
her since her christening.

No.

And you were noticeably
absent when this one came along.

Ran into your old man.

I gather he's noticeably absent as well.

Holly, get down off there! A little
horror. He doesn't know the meaning of fear.

Yes, he's gone too.

When your lot broke in,
he couldn't face facts,

so he ran off with that little
bitch from the pineapple club.

What happened to you when it all blew
up? Any bother from the organisation?

If you're asking out of
concern, it's a bit late now.

We knew you were all right.

Then why ask?

Just wondered if there
were any after effects.

God, you lot don't give up, do you?

I'm well out of it.

Are you out of it?

We came here for a breath of fresh air.

Now there's a distinct smell in the
air. Holly, come on, we're going!

Some people say it might
be about to start up again.

And I say I'm well out of it.

There was an arms raid. It had all the
hallmarks of the old days. Now, what was it?

Young bucks looking for new weapons?

I wouldn't know.

Don't come looking for me again, Ray. The
past is the past, as far as I'm concerned.

Take care, Alice.

I will.

Anyone we know?

I was calling Claridge's,
but they're fully booked.

The past is the past, eh?

Hello?

Who is it?

Hello?

Only Glover.

You sure there's been no
movements? I've been four hours here.

Some old geezer came out
to tinker with his car.

Two tasty-looking ladies
did their daily shopping, and

Glover did his. That's
it. Ah, Duffy's in there.

I'd stake my life on it.

Come on, we'll try it.

Who is it?

Gas meter.

Never trust gas meter men.

Now then, where's Duffy? I don't
know what you're talking about.

Play games and you're dead.

Duffy's with you. He's
been seen. No, it's me.

Silly to try that one, big boy.
Because you've been seeing both of you.

Now, what happened?

Splitting the ranks up north, was it?

So Duffy decides to try the big city, eh?

Where is he?

Callie!

Why Callie?

He got fed up, so he wanted to get away.

Sure that's not just a
little bedtime story? I swear it.

Then who did the gun robbery? I
don't know what you're talking about.

Cali's the best place for Duffy,
since Mr Albie's interested in him.

Maybe you should join him in Cali.

Albie's looking for you. They must know.
Just let's get out of here, all right?

All right, let's go.

Gone to roost in your
natural habitat, Philo?

Come on, son.

Right.

I'm a reasonable fella. Not
gonna ask your names and addresses.

I just want some strategic movements.

Like, why is the
organization active again?

Right! Separate the
lovebirds and seal the seams first!

This kind of victimization is against
the law. You won't get away with this.

Let him go.

Now!

I was just beginning.

Are you mad?

Half a dozen armed men
crashing into a shop in

broad daylight to pull
in two Toy Town bandits?

Philo and Davis are top men. Philo did
18 months for possession. Six years ago.

Look, I warned you. Stir them
up. Get the old boys going.

We'll have a major war on our hands.

And this is just the kind
of bravado that'll start it.

So what do we do? Advertise in the papers?

No.

You use your head, Bodhi.

Like Doyle here.

Okay, Professor. So what do we do?

Well, we know where they drink, don't we?

Great. That's the alternative.

Brilliant.

Going around drinking in backstreet pubs.

Very enlightening,
wasn't it? Really? Yeah.

A pub crawl in broad daylight.

The firm's expense.

And not the whiter, of
course. Sticks up with new jokes.

Not worth repeating. A
company smoker, mate.

Why don't you go and check out
that Bird of Morgan's pineapple club?

All right.

You come with me and we don't want to
break up the party spirit. No, no, no.

She's already seen my smiling face.
She'll go and see what you think. What, of her?

Of it.

Her, if you've got time. It's the kind of
place where boys might hang out, isn't it?

Not less drinking in the daytime.

Oh, no.

I shall never be able to look a
ginger beer in the face again.

See you.

Hey, what have you got
that's potent but legal?

You're over 21, aren't you?

Lemonade.

Care to join me?

Sorry, busy. 30 pence.

With a little of that.

Where do I find someone
to fill in my accountant?

Whose side are you on?

Yeah, the last time I was
here, this place was raided.

Really? The club's
license hadn't been renewed?

Something like that.

Well, who's the heavy boys around here?

Ask me about the heavy girls,
and you might be able to tell.

Enjoy your lemonade.

Hello, Mr. Albie. Sylvie!

I don't recognize him.

I usually remember new faces,
but we've been so understaffed.

We were told he was here.

Well, maybe he was. Maybe one
of the other girls saw him.

Are you captain of the
ship at the moment, Sylvie?

Good girl.

Look, this is pretty important. If you
do see him, that's where you can get me.

And, uh, that's for your trouble.

Waste of time. Maybe. Sooner or
later, it'll show up at Glover's.

You keep a watch on it.

Someone's been asking for you.

Who?

Outside.

Look after this a minute.

Who was it?

Regular customer.

Who? Mr. Albee, you know him?

You tell him I was here?

We see nothing, hear
nothing. That's the policy here.

That's extremely generous, I think.

If you're in some sort of
trouble, it's not very safe.

Some of the other girls
might say they've seen you.

Not in any trouble. Nice boy like me.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Thanks.

Bodie, CI5. He pulled Davis and Filo.

On our territory?

Well, we can't have them
living on our doorstep.

The CI5 know the rules.

He hit Davis, we hit him.

Call for Bodie. Coded prefix.

Yep.

Bodie?

Listening.

We want to meet. Ridge Farm, you know it?

Yeah. When?

Half an hour.

What about Toy Town Bandits?

Alpha plus, Professor.

Nice rendezvous.

Plenty of cover.

They wouldn't dare.

There are two of them.

It's all right.

Davis can take them both.

That means come to mummy, doesn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, what about them?

Roger.

Young couple saw the van.

Then they read about the
raid and the descriptions.

Dumped.

Hardly looks like
stockpiling for an armory, does it?

You know, Davis, that Toy Town
bandit you unleashed on the unsuspecting

public yesterday tried to
rearrange my physique with an armolite.

Tit for tat.

Hugo Davis. And he tries
to blow my kneecap. And

the story goes on and
on, and we learn nothing.

Well, we know it is some
kind of active campaign.

That's about it.

All accounted for. Minus one.
They'll keep checking the lake.

What, dump straight after the raid?
Yeah, looks like it. It makes no sense.

Unless someone's playing a game and
making dirt for the organization.

Well, like who?

Bust up in the ranks.

Could have a runner.

Thanks, John.

Where you going? Somewhere nice? Nope.

Back to the depot. I only get
the duff jokes. New boy, eh?

Yeah, I don't drink with the right people.

Have one with me, brother. Touch of that.

Yeah, wrong lodge.

Friend of mine had a drink in your
girlfriend's club the other day. Oh, yeah? Yeah.

Next thing, somebody tries
to make him walk different.

Wrong lodge, you think? No.

He was looking at that
little matter I asked you about.

Yeah, well, now you know why
I didn't want to know, okay?

There's money in it.

Pin money.

No, no, no. It's useful bread.

Come on, you obviously need
it. There's Alice and the kids.

And that new girlfriend of yours,
she must take some holding on to.

She's all right.

She comes home to roost.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sure she does.

Guy called Harry.

We're booked up.

After hours' work. I was told you're
strongly recommended. Depends on the offer.

Not expecting me, were
you? Forgot about it.

I'm sorry.

This is... Jack, nice to meet you.

This is Steve.

Sylvia's been giving us
all the native gossip.

No one around here, are
you? Not natives, no.

Well, nice meeting you.

You want to stay for another drink?

Thanks anyway.

See you again.

Who's he?

Didn't I tell you about him?

Some fellow I met the other night.
Involved with the organisation or something.

They're active at the moment, aren't they?

Well, come on, I'm just
asking. Yes, yes, he said they were.

There's a robbery being
set up, some gaming club.

Which is neither your
nor my business, right?

Anyway, whatever they're up to,

this place is boiling over with
question and answer men just now.

Poor Doyle.

On his hands and knees for a break.

Yeah, well, you just
keep your nose out of it.

And you keep away from that
knock, all right? We know the layout.

We know the catch will still be there.

The manager sleeps on the premises.

We'll give you covering fire if necessary.

Are we allowed to know that this
money is going to be donated to?

Just deliver it, as arranged.

They're all set. Great. Let's move.
Keep an eye on them, but keep safe.

Um, Bodie, wake up.

Tip-off.

It's 9 a.m. This is obscene.

I'm sure that's key.

You ought to be more careful.

Good night.

Good night.

Thank you.

I'll get it.

Sorry I had to come round. They
gave me your address at the club.

Do you know where he is? Duffing.

Well, how would I know?
There's been a bit of

a problem. CI5 all over the flat. He quit.

What is it?

I'm looking for Duffy. Yeah,
but he's not in the right room.

This is my flat, so if you
don't mind... Are you insane?

If Duffy's involved in an organisation
build-up, you'll end up with no kneecaps.

What's that?

Old loyalty's talking.

I'm on no one's side.

I owe them nothing, remember that.

Yeah, how did it go?

Duffy?

It was a right mess. I got rumbled.

I told you to keep out of the way.

Yeah, well, look, there's only
one way to start the war again,

and you know what that is.

What about Doyle?

I'm not interested in
Doyle. He's your problem.

Listen, Glover, I'll help you if you
help me. We'll blow the place sky high.

That's a promise. But first, I want Doyle.

John Alby, 50.

Source service in
Berlin. Your old stamping

ground, the Congo. It's a mercenary crew.

He runs a travel agency now.

Which, of course, has
suddenly closed down.

As everywhere else seems to be.
We've had tags on him before.

He's been operational with the
organisation for a while. Top cat, eh?

Yeah. You've had his
family, friends? Nothing.

What about the three boys
who did the raid? Third party.

They do the hit, get a few quid for
their pains. They don't see anybody.

The organisation gets its
funds. And what about the tip-off,

Morgan? I don't know.
Get a stake out in him.

Find out who he drinks,
eats and sleeps with.

If he knows what's going on, that
might lead us to us. 24 hours a day.

And find Albie.

Sure.

Duffy.

They'll think it was us.

When the C.I.5 get their teeth in,
they won't let go. We don't want a war,

and we can't lie low forever.

What'll we do?

Fix another meet, and this
time we'll talk to Carly.

It's all been a mistake.

The organization isn't operative.

This is a good time for us.

Things are politically favorable. A
gun robbery, an ambush, and a funds hit.

I know. I read the papers.

Look, take my word for it.

Stop your boy's nosing.

Put a denotice on the press.

It's better for
everyone if it's played down.

Otherwise, everyone gets
hysterical. My men, your men, and the public.

If it's not you, who is it, then?

Our business.

All I can say is...

You won't have any more trouble.

Take my word on that.
Let me tell you something.

One more smell of your lot,

and every organization man from here to
Inverness spends Christmas on the neck.

Cheers.

No, I'm not in a
particularly generous mood.

It's just something I learned from a
conversation with someone I hardly know.

Can we meet?

If you want the information, it's yours.

All right.

Quite a change of heart.

I just want to see someone who deserves
to be pushed aside, get what's coming.

Right.

See you then.

3-7. Come in 3-7. 3-7.

That's from the stakeout in Morgan.

Negative.

Negative.

That's a lady
collecting for the town hall.

She's familiar.

Yeah, it's his girlfriend, Sylvie.

She works at that drinking club.

Yeah.

Seems OK. I checked her out.
There's nothing nasty on file, anyway.

Well, nothing on CRO? No.

Negative.

Negative.

Negative.

Yesterday I told you to put a
24-hour watch on Morgan. Why didn't you?

We did. Negative.

And he gave us the slip like
the old pro that he is. Was.

Negative.

You know, maybe Morgan
was Albie's vendetta.

I know this face.

Negative. Well, if you
do, criminal records don't.

Hello, Alice.

Barrages again?

No, Harrods. I was right out of Caviar.

I'm having a bit of a
problem with this one.

Know the face, can't quite place the name.

Why not get it blown up and
put outside all the cop shops?

Wanted.

What for?

Don't know, just for the hell of it.

That's how it's getting
now, isn't it? The big boss.

You know him, don't you?

I used to know you. I don't anymore.

Hardly knew him.

There is nothing else I can tell you.

Please, I want to go. I
don't know where Duffy is.

You're a big girl now, Sylvie.

You work in the club, and
you know who dabbles in what.

You also know how the organization works.

Duffy was in the
organization up north in another group.

Then there was a split.

He didn't see eye to eye
with our political policies,

and he wanted a war that we didn't.

He still wants it.

And the longer he remains
doing what he wants to do,

The more chance he has of
creating a very dangerous situation.

Nobody wants that kind
of civil war, Sylvie.

Help us, though, Duffy.

You want to jump in?

You must make a lot of
friends at that club.

That was Albie's friend's
place you just came out of.

Is Albie a friend of yours as well?

Said how Morgan got his
information through you, from Albie.

None of this is any of my
business. Leave me alone.

Do you know this man?

Is Albie your best friend as well?

Don't know him. I
don't know either of them.

My relationships are
my own business. If you

want to know about Morgan, go and ask him!

Can't be too careful. We
don't know who you were.

Sure you won't follow?

No, I'm well practised.

We've done it!

We've started the war on our own.
Now, for this, nothing will stop it.

CI5 will want their blood sacrificed,

and every organisation man
will be armed and active.

We won!

And Doyle's out there, at the front.

Every time they move, he moves.

Which is what we want, huh?

More than anything.

Ray Doyle.

Are they gonna come gunning
for us after this? Our own mob?

They'll be too busy ducking the crossfire.

You've been a good mate, Glover.

When the organisation
wouldn't fight my fight, you did.

Yeah, well, we've got
different views, you know that.

I believe the boys should be operative.

The ideal spot for that bomb.

The government office is Daryl Lane.

He goes off at 6 o'clock.
I call the squad at 5-2.

You plant it.

And bring Sylvie to me.

I don't trust her after mortgage.

She'll only be dead weight.

Don't argue. Bring her!

Please.

Like a mate.

Set it for six.

Ballistics say Morgan was shot with a
bullet from the one unrecovered gun.

You wanted help from Morgan,
and he decided to give some.

He was going to blow the whistle on
someone, and that someone killed him.

Logically, it was the same
someone who hit that gun shop.

And who the organisations say had
nothing to do with him. And who do we believe?

Maybe these boys are
laughing up their sleeves at us.

Maybe this is a start of a build-up.

Well, you know my feelings. Start hitting
back now before it gets into full swing.

Give it 24 hours, keep
up the stakeouts, wait.

Oh, listen, that... Once we
start moving, it's a war.

This city can't afford that war.

Nothing wants to see you.

I've been looking for him. My
phone is flat again and again.

Yeah, well, he had to leave.
Can you come now? He wants you.

All right.

Come on, I'll take you.

Where is he?

Wait, I'll get changed. Come on.

Apologies for the regal splendor the
butler's on holiday. Let's have a drink.

She said it. Yeah.

Great.

Try to fool you.

You know obviously
everyone's looking for you.

I'll be talking to me.
Somebody saw me at the club with you.

And CI5.

CI5. Well, they didn't pull you in.

A man called Doyle was tailing me. Doyle.

You said Doyle.

You didn't tell me Morgan was ex-CI5. You
said ex-police. So they knew each other.

Well, they pulled you in.

Check. For God's sake,
check. We weren't followed.

What are you telling?
Come on, what did you say?

You're hurting me!

I told him nothing!

He had a photograph!

He has me.

You told him nothing? How could I?

Forty minutes.

That's Doyle. Doyle did that.

Five years ago, a bank job.

My brother got a bullet in the brain.

You, get him here.

Nope.

You know, it's funny,
it's taken me all this

time to find out who pulled the trigger.

And then a friend, some
poor old son like Morgan,

who was once on the
inside, said, Ray Doyle.

And you know what the organization said
when I told them who did it? They said,

too bad. And I said, blow the men apart.

You get him here. Get her
out. Ring him. Code it.

No, let her ring.

Tell him... Tell him you
know Morgan's informant.

Tell him you want to meet.

That's crazy. The bomb's
enough. He's not looking

for the bomb, is he? He's looking for me.

What if he doesn't go there?

No, you get him here. You get him here.

4-5. 4-5. A call for you.

Public telephone. A
woman. Won't give her name.

Switch her through. Mr Doyle?

That's right.

I thought I should phone you,
you being a friend of Morgan's,

and after you talked to me, well, you
wanted to know who Morgan's been talking to.

And do you want to speak to me?

Can we meet?

Sure, where?

Sylvie!

Sylvie!

What's this? Squatters' Haven?

Yeah.

Our friends who stay here.

Look, I'm going to tell you something.
If you're scared of grass and anybody,

don't be, because what happened to
Morgan was a million to one chance.

He knew anyway. What do you mean?

What? What happened to him?

You do know he's dead, don't you?

Sure.

Who?

Run! No! Run! Get up!

Duffy!

Come on, Duffy! We're way ahead of you!

Do you think you can get an
organization war started on a grudge fight?

Come on!

The game's up, Duffy!

We've been through these
runs before, you know.

Your boys and ours. It's a waste of time.

Yeah, Duffy, old pal.

Bomb?

What bomb? Is that a bomb?

Bomb where?

Six o'clock.

Where?

Government offices, Daryl Lane, Cop Hawk.

Okay, now you stay here. I'll get going.

4-5-3-7, over. 4-5-3-7, over.

Boney!

Get it all out. Bomb squad,
they're locked. General warning.

They're bombing Darrow Lane
government building's car park.

Set to six. Got it?

Darrow Lane, on my way. General call.

Aniston, any luck? I
hope your grass is right.

Stop! Here.

Goes at six.

Jelly, standard, worldwide.

Get back!

I heard the call. Duffy?

Yeah.

Double vendetta.

Getting me and the
organisation. Clever boy.

He's got to have brought
this city down round our ears.

Yeah.