All language subtitles for The Protectors s01e11 Balance of Terror

Your strategy, as usual, is
transparently obvious.

Arigato. Doitashimashite.

Excellent.

Tight situation.

You'll call it.

You happen to hope?

Mr.

Ruh, I'm Colonel Vasily Krasenkov, KGB.

You've heard of me?

Yeah, I've heard of you.

All right, Cunningoff, I admit it.

I'm baffled.

It's very simple, Mr. Rule.

I have an assignment for you.

You want me to work for you? For the
KGB.

I admit it's a novel idea.

Which you don't completely reject.

Excellent.

And if you have no objection, I think it
would be better if we discussed the

matter on Russian territory.

Professor Alexander Shelpin, age 65.

Nobel Prize winner, the Soviet Union's
top biochemist.

For the past four years, Professor
Shelpin has been working here at the

Lenin Research Institute in the Crimea.

His subject, germ warfare.

Yes, Mr. Rule, germ warfare.

We prepare for it, as do the Americans
and the British.

Regrettable.

But it is a fact of international
politics.

Unless we produce these terrible
substances, we feel

insecure.

Sort of preserve the balance of terror,
huh?

Precisely. I see you understand these
things, Mr. Rule.

Well? To proceed.

Botulinus toxin alpha beta.

The most deadly fluid in existence.

The small amount you see here, dropped
in this room, would wipe out everybody

in the building. If it were put into a
river or a sewer, it would destroy a

major city.

Last night, Professor Shelpin
disappeared.

And with him disappeared a file of the
beta toxin, which we discovered was

from the Lenin Institute.

An hour after his disappearance was
reported, a note was delivered to the

president of the Presidium, of which
this is a translation.

Not much to go on.

You are right, Mr. Ruhl.

Shelpin gives nothing away.

Nothing but the fact that he intends to
use the toxin. Where did Shelpin

disappear? In London.

He is head of the Russian delegation to
the International Scientific Forum.

We have issued a cover story.

The other members of the party think
that Shelpin is ill.

And you want us to help you find him?

Why?

You have a fairly efficient organization
yourself.

Efficient? Yes, but also slow and
cumbersome.

Your agents, on the other hand, are all
citizens of their own countries, and

they can move freely and without
suspicion.

We may have very little time.

Mr. Rule, I appeal to you.

Harry.

Okay.

We'll do what we can.

They could be setting us up, you know.
And KGB?

Mm -hmm.

I don't think so.

I don't think so either. I believe it
hasn't come.

But I'm going to check it out.

I thought of that file somewhere in
London.

Hmm.

Professor Brodny, I'm the Contessa di
Contini.

Ah, Contessa, the embassy told me you
would be coming.

Now, how can I help you?

You are an old friend of Alexander
Shelpin's, yes?

Yes, indeed.

Poor Shelpin, he has been prevented by
illness from attending the conference.

Professor Brodny, I want you to tell me
everything you know about Shelpin.

Everything.

Been doing some checking?

You knew?

Of course. Do I pass?

Well, that makes you think I should
trust you anyway.

I am a Russian, Your Honor.

And I believe,

like myself, you have a wife and a son?

Yes, I have a son.

Therefore, Mr. Ruhm...

We may not perhaps share the same
beliefs and ideas, but we do both have a

in the future.

If ideology has gone so far that two
individual men can no longer trust each

other, then it is better perhaps that
Shelpin drops his little pile of beta

toxin and destroys us all.

I agree.

And when will you start?

We've already started.

All right, Paul, as soon as you can.
It's important.

Okay. Okay.

He'll be here as soon as he can. Oh,
good.

Harry. You know, Shelton.

Well, I've been trying to put myself in
his position.

He's an idealist, right?

Right. Then he's planning some sort of
grand gesture involving that file of

toxin and...

Well, I suppose several million deaths.

What?

Well, the sort of thing that Sheldon has
in mind is no good unless it's a very

public affair, right?

So he has to advertise.

Right, yes, sooner or later. He's got to
make some sort of announcement so that

people will understand what he's doing
and why.

Logical.

The question is, how?

You've searched the whole area?

All right, check again.

Hello.

What?

Shelpin is at the scientist's forum.
He's saying he's beat now.

Now, tell him to keep away from him.
Why?

He may have the file with him. That's
what I said. Recheck.

Don't attempt to go near him. Is that
understood?

Right, and keep the press away, too.

It is true of most men that until they
have seen anything...

They will not believe it.

I am convinced that it was only the
terrible and incontrovertible

evidence of Hiroshima that has so far
averted a nuclear war.

But there is a form of warfare far, far
more

devastating in its effect.

In conclusion, gentlemen, I am persuaded
that until mankind himself

can actually see the effect of germ
warfare, we

shall never be safe from the threat of
it.

You are too late.

He's gone. How long?

Two or three minutes.

We had him. We had him in our hand.

He took a cab. Take care of it. I want
it traced and fast.

When did?

You recognize this man?

Ah, yes. He booked in yesterday. Room
number.

Room number.

302, third floor. Right wing to Paskey.

I'm afraid that's quite...

Not a move, Sherpa.

Turn around.

Please.

I think you know what this is.

Drop your guns.

Face the wall.

You can't go through with it. It's
madness, you know that. I am not

in your arguments.

Face the wall, both of you. Listen,
Sherpa. I am quite prepared to release

toxin now if you do not do as I ask.

I think you are aware of what the
consequences would be.

Now face the wall.

Now you will remain here.

Should you attempt to follow me, I shall
release the toxin.

I mean it.

We're back to square one.

We've lost Shelton, and we still don't
know how he intends to carry out his

plan. Or where, or when.

Maybe he gave us a clue.

Paul, do you remember what Shelton said?

I'm quite prepared to release the toxin
now.

He didn't say planned.

He said prepared.

Now, doesn't that suggest to you that he
had a specific time in mind?

Yes, but I don't see how that helps us.

It's just a theory I've been thinking
about since the beginning.

That he's keeping to a very strict
timetable.

He knows the date.

August the 6th.

That mean anything to you?

August the 6th, 1945.

It's 9 a .m.

Hiroshima. He mentioned Hiroshima in his
speech.

You think he's going to do it this
morning at 9 o 'clock?

Well, it's just a theory.

It could just be right.

It's absolutely in character.

And if it is, That means we've got nine
hours to catch him.

Yeah.

Look, I don't care how many taxis there
are in London. I want them all checked

out.

And the car hires.

Right.

I fear it is hopeless, my friend.

I know he's in London.

Perhaps we should warn the authorities,
give them a chance to prepare.

What could they going to do?

You know, the curious thing is that in
some ways I sympathize with

Sherpin.

I understand what he's trying to do.

He has courage.

Nothing?

Nothing. We searched everywhere.

Every hotel, every boarding house.

We even looked on the park benches.

Nothing.

A man with a logical, scientific mind
and a carefully conceived plan.

Where would he spend the night?

Somewhere he considered safe.

With a friend? An accomplice?

No.

Shelpin has no friends in London. He is
doing this alone.

Somewhere where he thought we wouldn't
look.

Somewhere where we've already looked.

Contact, Paul. Tell him to cruise the
NW4 area. Right.

I missed him by a few minutes.

Come in, Paul.

He's driving a Blue Rover 2000.

Registration ARO 851F. Over. ARO 851F
Blue Rover.

Got it.

Now keep heading towards the hotel and
keep your eyes open.

All right. Over and out.

We underestimated Chopin all along the
line.

We just missed him at the conference.

He'd have to trail to his hotel a mile
wide.

And I'll just corner him in his room,
knowing we'd have to let him leave.

He disappears again.

We search all night everywhere.

But one place we wouldn't think of.

Same room, same hotel.

He planned the whole thing.

Harry, I found him. He's just ahead of
me. He's turned west down Park Road.

The Hamden Reservoir.

That could be it. Pull it to order.

Halt.

Heading toward the Hamden Reservoir.

Drop back. We'll take it from here.

Okay, check.

It's two minutes till nine.

He's sticking to his schedule.

Here, take the gun. Try and distract
him. I'll circle.

Ten million people, Sherpin.

Ten

million, Sherpin.

Ten

million,

Sherpin.

Hotel Couchelpin.

What are you going to do with him?

An inquiry.

A trial.

A fair trial.

Just as if he were on your side, Mr.
Rule.

This is your gun.

You know a great deal too much about
this business, Mr. Rule.

What would you do in my position?

Well,

yesterday is now the past.

And we are men of the future.

In the avenues and alleyways Where the
soul of a man

is easy to buy