All language subtitles for The Professionals - 4x06 - Take Away1

Message received, Unit 3. Over and out.

OK.

Let's go.

Come on, come on!

What time is it?

What is it?

Buzz.

Yeah.

Coming here?

Oh, Christ! Keep the door
shut, as long as you can.

Get out! Get out of here!

Get off, you filthy cow!

All units, we've lost him.

He's in a bunk.

It's all right, Skip.

Relax.

We can see him.

Good.

The search of the premises is continuing.

The remainder of the force is on its way
back, so, uh, the canteen about, will you?

Nice sunshine over
there. Over and, uh, whatnot.

Drug squad are going in with the dogs.

Yes, well, the best are British.

The impossible takes longer.

Well, what have you got?

A diary stashed by one
Johnny Chong in flight.

And full of chinky-chonky, huh?

It's not surprising.

Oh, a name in English.

Ray Doyle.

You know him? No. Well, find him pronto.

I want to have a long
chat with Mr Ray Doyle.

Thank you.

Hi.

Gilroy.

Get around, eh?

Don't I?

Not when I left.

Yeah, I've been here
about, what, six weeks.

Doesn't time fly when you're having fun?

Where you been? See the Queen?

No.

Boston.

Oh, yeah.

Food's good, isn't it?

You lost something.

American chick called Lisa.

She's still around.

I mean, was she here when you came?

Why are you so evasive, eh?

That's a good word. I like that.

Amazing. Don't patronise me.

Just cos I don't conform, it
doesn't mean I'm a cretin. Yeah, well,

it's all gonna change, innit?

Bank insurance,
companies, multinational rip-offs.

It's just what the world
needs, another revolutionary.

Look, Lisa.

Yeah.

Well, if you know something, tell me.

You know, this bird of
yours, was she into drug?

All the way.

When I say drugs, man, you know?

Yeah, skag, smack, mainlining.

She couldn't be more into it than that.

And no-one's told you anything?

Told me what, for Christ's sake?

Listen, between you and
her, what was the scene?

Just tell me, or I'll bust
your bleeding skull open.

Sonny, I'm the newsreader. You
don't like the news, don't kick.

Sorry.

Why don't you just tell me, please?

She's dead.

How?

Overdose. When?

Three weeks, maybe less.

I don't believe you.

Look, she knew too much.

Don't.

She knew how to cut
it, she knew how to cook

it, she knew how to...
Found her one morning.

Spike still in her thigh, pure uncut
age, 90% would have killed a horse.

If you don't believe me, I saw local cops.

So what happened to her... you know, body?

Her father came over.
He was a Yankee Doodle.

Found a little crumpled man in a
grey suit, asked a lot of questions,

didn't understand the
answers, and then he split.

Doesn't happen in Seattle, you
see. It just doesn't happen.

Yeah, well, she said she'd wait.

They don't bloody care, do they?

Bastards.

Where is this?

Car park near Tempelhof, in Berlin.

I know where Tempelhof is.

Who's the German?

His name's Brennick, Sergeant.

Helmut Brennick.

Form?

Clean as a whistle.

I am sorry about the heat.

Would you like to take your
jacket off, George? No, no.

Not quite the way the yard
would have played it, eh, George?

Not quite.

Cathy Pacific, they don't
fly into London, do they?

No nearer than the Persian Gulf.

What's the writing say?

Beware of falsification.

The elephant is used as a seal on all
drugs parcels, isn't that right, Sergeant?

Bitten by the elephant
means addicted to heroin.

Unfortunately, it has lots
of attractive-sounding names.

Red chicken, white dragon pearl...

What the hell's wrong with
the temperature in here?

It's preset to keep the computers happy.

Miserable for people, but, oh,
boy, do the machines love it.

How about a window?

They're not made to open in
case the natives turn ugly.

Three pounds, four ounces of heroin. So
each packet's what? 1,500,000 US. That's it.

Number four. Four.

Well, number three is brown
sugar, smoking heroin, 44% pure.

Number four is 99%
pure, used for injecting.

There's more to it than that, Sergeant.

If that had been made up for the European
market, it would have been brown sugar.

This was for American addicts. When you
say Americans, exactly who do you mean?

The GIs in Germany?

Or 185,000 of them? We
don't crack this, George.

We could be in for a potential hiccup in
the great Anglo-American relationship.

Why else do you think CI5's involved?

Bensi, check sign! Bensi!

What's all that about?

Oh, personal info. Date
of birth, place, etc.

Anything known on him? Only
that he has a thriving business.

No record, no debts.

And he's not saying anything.

The triad.

Are you sure about that?

All the signs. Too scared to say anything
because it won't be done to his family.

Couple of things. This heroine
comes from the Golden Triangle.

Shan State, into Hong Kong via Bangkok.

Why not ship direct to Germany?

Well, 50,000 Chinese in London.
That means 50,000 potential couriers.

There's no comparable
Chinese community in Germany.

Yeah, that's probably right.

It's an attempt to create
trouble between Britain and America,

and that special rapport so
beloved by the politicians.

An attempt by whom?

The Germans.

East Germans.

Dieter Kroh was in London last month.

And he didn't just come to eat
noodles and bean sprouts, right?

Right.

Enjoying your secondment, Sergeant?

Very much, thank you.

Alpha to 24. Yes, sir?

DS requests information about Ray Doyle.

Let him know where 45 can
be found, will you? 45, sir.

Thank you.

Five, 50, 50, 100.

God bless you, darling. Yes, sir, you
want some fruit? Yeah. What do you want?

I don't know.

Well, we've got Cape apples, we've
got French grapes, Moroccan oranges,

all homegrown. Got any
peaches, mate? Yeah, ten

pieces. Yeah, I'll get
us a couple, will you?

All right, two pieces for the last of
the big spenders. Don't go away, darling.

I'll be right with you as soon as
I've served. See to this, gentlemen.

Buys everything like Noah in two.

Twenty pieces.

You got any progress? Not
as soon as you'd notice.

A boy named Jimmy's girl
OD'd a couple of weeks ago.

Very uptight. Know
anything? I'll find out when I am.

Listen, these bitches are bruised.

Trouble with you, sailor.
Don't know your own strength.

You all right, Noel?

See you, mate. OK, see
you tomorrow. Yeah. Ta-ra.

Take care. And you.

He's on his way up, Skip.

Bruce Lee, I presume.

What do you want?

A chat.

Who am I chatting to?

Game, set, and match.

So what's with you and the Chinese, Ray?

Not enough of your own
sort? Yeah, too many.

Too, too many.

Now, we just love them, don't we, Charlie?

Love them. We just lap
them up, don't we, Charlie?

Like cats with cream.

Who's your friend, little Mr. Echo?

You know, Charlie, I
reckon he's taking the Michael.

Oh, I don't think so, Sarge.

Wouldn't do a thing
like that, would you, son?

I suppose you've got a warrant.
But of course we've got a warrant.

Haven't we, Charlie?

Of course.

Let's have a look.

I think you must have it, Skip.

No, no, I remember you had it.

Oh, no, no, no, Sarge.

Sorry.

Don't seem to have brought it.

Bit fast on the law, Skip.

You know, for an innocent
punter. Got a bit of form, have we?

Touch of the flesh of Gordon's breast.

You haven't told me yet
what you're here for. Yours?

Yeah, it's ginseng.

Then you'll have mine if I
keep on having tested, will you?

What if I do?

I beg your pardon?

A couple of hours ago, sunshine, we
nicked one of your Chinese friends.

One Johnny Chong. You know Johnny Chong?

Never heard of him.

He knows you. Tough.

He could well be.

He had this little book on him.

Just like Chairman Mao, remember?
This one was full of gin about junk.

You know, drugs.

Announce, dates, meeting places, names.

But all the names were in
Chinese. All except one, that is.

Yours.

Ray Doyle.

I'm not the only right door in London. No,

but you are the only
right door at this address.

So where's Anna May Wong, then?

Working.

Oh.

You got it on the game, have you?

Good price of chinks.

I still don't think this
lit course of the polly.

Lit?

That means literature, Charlie.

Oh.

Very erudite fellow, huh, Mr. Dewell?

Mind you, touch a moat
Arthur will come in handy

when she's down the typhoon
shelter in Aberdeen, Ray.

You know Hong Kong, Ray?

No, no, I don't.

Well, you should. That
would be Dean's choice.

20,000 yellow peril
living like rats on junks.

Some of them no bigger than
floating orange boxes. Get to it.

You're a cheeky soul, don't you?

Get on with it!

This is your warning.

Big Brother's got his beady wand trained.

Maybe next time we'll come in with dogs.

Woof, woof!

And maybe next time we'll
find more than ginseng.

All right, Chas, bring the car out.

Do you see Jack?

Yes, Goldie.

Your card is Mark, my son.

Hi, Joey.

Oh, nothing like the smell
of a nicked sausage, eh?

How do you know they're nicked?

Oh, you got them on your
account at Fortnum's, did you?

No, you're right.

About Lisa?

Yeah.

Cremated.

Dad took her ash his own last week.

Stupid dick.

If he hadn't been such a
clunkhead, he'd still have a daughter,

instead of a couple of sticks of charcoal.

The question is, what are
you going to do about it?

What can I do?

I thought you were a one-man revolution.
Stand up, be counted, give your neck, etc.

The time to hide the hole, Jim, is
when you've got something to say.

Yes, it was my bird. They're gone.

No, it doesn't matter.

No, come on, say it.

I hate people who start
something and don't finish.

No, what I mean is, if it was
me, I'd want the creeps nailed.

Crucify them. Who?

The pushers.

Suppliers.

That Junctio Deidon's got
to come from somewhere.

Someone hadn't done their homework, mate.

Or had. Meaning?

These hotheads, man, they're
freaks. They're really sick.

They get a charge out of
dealing out fatal fixes, you know,

and it's perfect murder every time.

So I come up with a face, right?

Take it out of the frame.

Next day, there's another one
there. It's just like fungus. Listen.

You've got to give what you know
to the people who can use it best.

The fuzz. Why not?

Look, I'm not a grass.
Ah, the big bad fuzz, eh?

Fascist tools of capitalist
barons. Yeah, well, it's true.

Been my bird, mate. I want blood.

I'd want to see the
holes where the nails went,

even if it meant shouting in the ear
of the commissioner of police himself.

Uh, you speak English?

I'd like to see Mr. Nong Hong, please.

He's away.

Oh, uh, when will he be back?

He's in Hong Kong, on
business. He's in a Berlin

jail, waiting trial, on a drugs charge.

You want to buy some jade, ivory, thai
silk, a necklace? If nobody talks, Chiling,

nothing ever gets done. He jests
at scars who never felt a wound.

You see, I have Western
culture to fight you with.

Western police methods,
too. That's even better.

Two years ago, My uncle, father, and
eldest brother all worked in the business.

First, my uncle.

He was attacked in the foyer of
the Odin Cinema, Leicester Square.

Slashed with a meat cleaver.

Hacked almost to death.

There were hundreds of witnesses.

All looking the wrong way.

He'll never work again.

Last February, my
brother drowned in Amsterdam.

He fell into a canal.

Oh, the Dutch police said he was drunk.

Strange. For a teetotaler.

Last week was my father's turn.

So much for your Western police methods.

They have enough crime of their
own without worrying about us.

We're a minority nuisance.

That's not true.

No clout power.

No Chinese MPs,
councillors, union officials.

A sitting target.

Ray!

Mmm. Mmm.

Melon seeds.

Thuy phumey.

Lightly chilled, yes?

Why not?

What are we celebrating?

The fire that gutted Jackman's wine bar.

It's a nil win.

Yeah, that's what Jackman says still.
Never mind. It's not our problem, is it?

Missed the last bit.

I said it's not our problem.

Sorry about the fire,
Jaime. Shut up, Moshe, you fool.

It's not until tomorrow night.

It's nothing to talk about.

Traditional Western joke, you know.

Traditional is an inscrutability.

Oh, I see.

Bobby thinks you might be on to something.

Yeah?

Yeah, definitely.

Meet a man named Colin.

Yeah, briefly.

Yamsi?

If you're Cantonese.

And if you're not?

Then it's different.

For instance?

Pangbei.

What's that?

Mandarin.

I'll give up.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Mmm.

It was an ill win, wasn't it? I like
that. Do you have wine in Hong Kong?

Of course we have wine, cheeky devil.
You think it's all coolies and sandpans?

Yeah, well, it's a long
way from France, isn't it?

It is.

Not far from Australia, though.

You can't count Aussie wine.

Philistine.

Listen, a couple of sheilas,
Craterfosters, who needs faggot grape juice?

Listen, listen.

What?

Peninsula Hotel, Hong Kong, right?

Eight brown Rolls Royces
lined up outside to throw

the guests to the
airport or around the island.

Biggest single order of roses ever placed.

Well, good Lord, you can't
argue with that, can you?

I suppose you did see Cowley.

At the American embassy,
they showed me the cassette.

What did you think?

Fear.

Yeah.

Well, the Jerrys could put
him away for life, you know.

It won't make any difference.

Triad.

I saw his daughter,
London-educated, smart as paint.

And?

Nothing.

Leave us alone.

She's as bad as the mafia, isn't she?

Worse.

Haven't shaved three seven.

Better stand downwind of me, too.

You seen him this morning?

I left him overnight to sweat on it.

Who's you think I am?

A man from the Ministry.

How did we meet?

Er... Yeah?

Well, I said I did a bit of work for you.

Work?

Procuring.

Oh, thank you. Couldn't have
been something legal, I suppose.

He wouldn't have believed it, would he?

What's the smell?
Watching or cooking? Cooking.

See you, Mike. Bye.

Yeah, it's sock soup tonight.
Yummy. Where are the others?

Upstairs.

Oh, well, there's a query
in about your expenses.

Yeah? Rib room at the Carlton
Tower. Excessive, isn't it?

Yeah, it's the only place
open I get through, isn't it?

They serve you looking like that?

Yeah. I think I'm an American actor.

What have you got against floorboards
around here? Here's one that's firewood.

That him?

Yeah. Today of all days.

It's a coincidence, isn't it?

Who owns this place?

So what was it, suicide?

Oh, yeah, sure. Gives himself an
overdose, stands up on nothing, then hangs himself.

The rope knot was round the wrong side.

Face the wrong colour, rope
fibre's going the wrong way,

read all about it in the lab report.

Please.

Thanks.

You own some properties
off the Talgarth Road.

It would be true to say
there are some properties

off the Talgarth Road I
do not own, but not many.

37 Chesterton, to be precise.

Please, don't remind me.
What's the problem? Problem?

I've no problem. The local
council, they're the problem.

Maybe I can help.

You ever heard of the
Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood?

What group of painters,
poets, Mealy, Rossetti?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, some lesser member...

William Morris'
brother-in-law was somebody who spent

a couple of nights there
once. At number 37? Yeah.

And the next thing is, some snotty
hotshot slaps a preservation order on me.

Architectural interest. Hence the
squatters. Hence the squatters.

You realise there have been two
deaths there in the last six weeks?

Mr Cowley, I would like to help you.

Really, I would.

But my hands are tied. I could help
you evict. Unofficially, of course.

You really don't understand the
property business, do you? Well,

I read the city page, but the
subtleties of high finance, no.

I want those squatters out.

Like you want another hole in your head.
You want it condemned. You're learning.

Yes, a fire hazard, a health hazard, any
damn sort of hazard, I don't care. I mean,

you tell me two people have died.

Tell me 22 people have
died, and I could get excited.

Christ.

Not much to show for a life.

Would you like to sign that?

Hardly worth a signature.

13 years old, he had a new
Monty Burton evening suit.

Tux, pants, black tie, paint and pumps.

Looked like a cinema manager.

Formation dancing.

He was a silver medalist.

You still on the game, love?

No, didn't you know?

Doing the Lex column
in the Financial Times.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

It's OK.

Did you know your
brother was into drugs? Hmm.

Odd sums of money he borrowed.

He couldn't rake five of
us out of a bank vault.

He was murdered, you know.

Yeah.

For his spare socks?

No, to shut his mouth.

Got any names?

Faces?

Theories?

No.

Well, think and ask, okay?

You know what a murder inquiry's like.
First 24 hours, everyone's leaping about.

Then things slow down
a bit. By the weekend,

everyone's pushing memos into in
trays and out trays and back again.

Even his treads were oddens.

Where is it?

What's it look like?

Surprised. Ready?

Yeah.

Risky.

This morning. What about the wife?

In the kitchen, barbecuing the spare ribs.

What do you think?

How'd the locals get onto it?

Eyewitness.

Reliable.

Milkman.

Ex-traffic cop.

All right, give me the details.
I'll get Esther to chase it up.

What do you do in London?

Student, English literature.

And you want to make some money?

That's it. I have a grant, but grant
today, gone tomorrow. Student saying.

From 6.30 to 9.30 every night except
Monday. A pound an hour plus cut of bar sale.

Yes? Can I let you know tomorrow?

The day after will be too late.

Excuse.

He always like this.

Is he married?

Hello.

Hi.

I like it, I love it.

Where have you been?

Come here.

Mmm.

Mmm, what are you eating?

Grapes.

Fruit salad, huh?

Always been raining, you know.

Another slow day?

Pouring all day.

Yeah.

It's your paper, darling.

Thanks.

Taipan Restaurant, remember?

Yeah, Lambert Street. Crossed
chopsticks in a Doyle Good Food Guide. Why?

They're running an ad
for a drinks waitress.

Oh, well, that's great.
A perfect job for you.

Chang Sam slashed right up to
the armpit. It's wonderful.

The wife isn't the same wife we met.

Oh.

Isn't she?

No.

You sure? These Chinese
all look the same, you know.

Yeah, but not if you're one of them.

Four-five to two-four.

Go ahead, four-five.
There's a Chinese nosh

house in Lambert Street called the Taipan.

I want a round-the-clock on it.

It's owned by a man called Chee Sang.
Do you want me to spell that for you?

C-H-I-S-A-N-G.

All clever stuff, 2-4, over and out.

Sleeping well?

Yeah, like a top.
What's your excuse, then?

I wouldn't say no.

No.

It's wine.

Yeah, of course it is. If you're gonna
have insomnia, suffer in style, I say.

This is, uh, Ti-Seng's wife.

At least she's still in the country.

Yeah, according to immigration.

You don't believe it?

You think she might be dead?

No.

Sound very sure.

Yeah, I am. There's no
point in kidnapping somebody,

then bumping them off before you've
even sent off a ransom note. I mean,

once they're dead, they've
got no value at all, have they?

Oh, no.

I wonder when I'll be back in Kowloon.

I've always fancied running one of
those Susie Wong-type cat houses.

Susie Wong? No.

It's taken 20 years to lift that down.

Last January, the UK sent us a dolphin.

Do you know what he was called?

I could make an educated guess.

Car A Dadson containing target
Chi Sang leaving restaurant now.

Car registration number is FLA941T.

Pound to a penny, it'll be Heathrow.

Entering airport now. Clear it
with the airport, please, will you?

Target is leaving by the 10am
Gulf Air flight 006 to Bahrain.

This connects with the 2320 Cathay
Pacific flight CX740 to Hong Kong.

What about his ticket?

Hong Kong economy return.

Should get the kite's hacking about
three or four tomorrow afternoon.

I'll get a call into Hong
Kong before they go home.

You can't fight these people
on your own. You need help.

You can help by leaving me alone.

I have a husband, two
children. Well, for their sakes!

You want them to live their
lives with the same fear?

You paid him protection money, right?

Please, leave me alone!
I want my husband back!

So that we can live
peacefully like we used to.

You work hard. You deserve it.

Hello!

Good day at the office?

Not bad. You?

Come down, I'll tell you.

Hello.

Hi.

Oh, for me?

For you.

What have I done to deserve this?

Sappelt, arrow, water, rice.

Australia.

Yeah, so I see.

Hey, you like picking duck?

I like picking at anything, Chinese.

God, you're never serious, are you?

I'm always serious.

Hold it. I said hold it!

Are you okay? Yeah.

Hey!

Just a minute.

CX-731 to Bahrain.

Got it?

Then AR-100 to London.

Due in a... What was that again?

Oh, 6.40 hours.

Okay, Alex, thanks for your
help. We'll pick them up.

I'll let you know as soon as
there's anything to report. Bye.

Leaves Hong Kong this afternoon.

Come in.

Hey, I thought you got a faceful.

I did. No, it was a warning.

Any ideas?

They didn't leave a card.

What acid is that H2O
et cetera, et cetera?

No idea. It's probably
sulfuric or hydrochloric, my dad.

My chemistry days are long gone.

So will my face be.

Rather a heart of gold than a white stick.

Did you find anything out?

If I did, I just forgot it.

You mean the idea of
your brother's killers

walking around
scoffery doesn't bother you?

No, not one bit.

Reckon you owe me a favour?

A small one.

Can you get me to Euston in one piece?

Yep.

I used to think all the gangsters in
the world grew round New Street Station.

Do you want a reference?

I know some people I could call.

One thing I never had trouble with.

Coppers.

Yeah, me too.

3-7 to 2-4. 2-4.

Cali at 3-7.

Chi Sang's arrived.

No welcome party.

We're following him to Terminal 3.

Looks like we're
heading for the Underground.

Pass it off to Frank, please.

Pac-Man just showed.

Oriental. Surprise, surprise.

He's getting up now. Out.

We're in the station
car park. Our man's just

climbed into a Datsun.
Pick me up, will you?

37, I'm now in position outside the
motel. The target's inside with suitcase, over.

Hey, do you remember that
last funeral Cali went to?

Which one? Minister's PPS.

Yeah, vaguely.

Message for you.

Go ahead, 2-4.

Chi Sang, safely lodged at Camp David.
The man you are, following his name, Cheng.

C-H-E-N-G.

Thanks, 2-4.

Coronary in his car, wasn't
it? It was supposed to be,

but a mate of mine on the express
reckons it was a heart attack hump.

No kidding. Yeah, I bet he had
a smile on his face, though.

Into the US cavalry.

Leave this to me.

Whose idea was the disguise?

My governor.

Your governor, yeah.
Obviously a man of great imagination.

I've never seen such a
clean dustman in my life.

That's better.

Are you tooled up? Apart
from your brushes, that is.

Right, Sergeant, get your men around
the back, and you foul up on this one,

you'll be back shaking
hands with doorknobs, got it?

Sure, now.

DC Jack, sir. DC Jack.

Yeah, right.

DC Jack and DS Colin.

My card's marked.

That's him.

Dieter Kroll, a long way from
the East German Trade Delegation.

Diversification,
they're all up to it. Now,

we want you to stay
here until further notice.

Nobody knows you're here.

Nobody can get at you.

The owner is an ex-Pobby, Sergeant
Murdoch, so you're perfectly safe.

Then, as soon as the
gang have been rounded up,

you'll return to your
restaurant and live in peace.

Well, that didn't go down too well,
Lester. Do you think they understand?

They understand, sir.
Understanding is not necessarily believing.

Time to move, mate.

Right, find out what shallow they're in
and empty the rest of the block, huh?

Hurry up.

Won't be a sec.

I shall start without you.

Out, please. What?

Sorry, we need you out of
here. We've just checked in.

Might be some shooting.

Shooting? Yeah, bang, bang.

What's going on?

Who's that in there?

I don't know, mate.

She's... What are you talking to?

Hey. Don't forget the family album.

Hey, that drink really improved you.

Thank you. Sorry to interrupt the
fun. We've got to get you out of here.

What's going on?

There's some trouble in
the chalet next door,

believe it. Keep going, then. Mr. Chang?

My name's Bodie. I'm a C.I.

I have a warrant for your arrest.

You're completely surrounded, Cheng.

Come on, give up.
You're not going anyplace.

Hey, tables.

Go on.

Shane, there's some tables in the
middle of the lawn. Keep your eye on them.

And this one.

Get out, I'm sure.

All right, Chen, you're
convinced now. Come on out.

What now?

Tenner says to give up.

You reckon?

You're on.

We're coming out! We're coming out!

Drop it!

You owe me a tenner.

Guess what?

Diplo-bloodymatic immunity. Who? Crawl.

Who says? Cowley.

Mustn't touch, he
says. Hands off, he says.

There's a million bucks'
worth of heroin in here.

Yeah, well, don't tell me, mate, I know.

Oh, jeez.

Where do you want to go? Ray?

The nearest pub.

Anything I can do?

Chief Sang and his wife won't testify.

Not surprised.

Yeah.

Carly says he's gonna put the
word about it. They've been talking.

Nah, it's only bluff.

Would he?

All that may end up
with a fistful of smoke.

I'll miss you.

Me too.

Hey, what about that one chai hotel?

Eh?

You know, Suzy Wong?

Oh, yeah.

Well, you find that you call me, eh?

Don't cry.

It's not allowed. It says so in the book.

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