All language subtitles for The Protectors s02e13 Border Line

Mr. Harry Rule?

It's a pleasure, Mr. Boyle. Thank you
for coming.

Are you aware of what I need you to do?

Your secretary said you wanted to visit
your birthplace, but the Hungarian

government wouldn't give you a visa.

Not even a safe conduct clause for 24
hours.

The officials deny me my country.

Do you know why?

I'd say because they're afraid of you.

You're a famous actress who gets a great
deal of press attention denouncing the

Hungarian government eloquently and
often.

Not true, Hungarians.

Apparently, you're attempting to swing
public opinion against them.

The government in Budapest still stands.

The Hungarians are not free.

Are you political, Mr. Wu?

Let's say I keep school.

You know my father, Janos Tabori.

A liberal politician.

A patriot.

A leader during the 1956 uprising.

A defense minister. He outfaced the
Russians during our ten days of freedom.

And they sent in the tanks.

And we went into exile.

And have been for 16 years.

So, it is for him I ask your help.

You both want to go back to Hungary.

My father must return to his country.

Proudly.

And with dignity.

In here, Mr. Green.

It's safe to see them in order, sir.

They are.

This flight plan specifies Salzburg,
Austria as the final destination.

Yes. I am the stupid piece to be
Hungarian.

Right.

Just one moment, sir.

Harry.

Our journey begins.

I found Budapest.

You what?

I spoke to my cousin.

Plugged straight into Hungarian security
wiretap.

Ten or twelve people at my father's
burial is not a crowd, even under your

conditions. My conditions make it
possible for us to cross the border,

father in a private ceremony, and get
back.

No publicity, no politics, and no
Hungarian police.

I have set aside my politics. Now, I
have given you my promise.

I wanted to, yes. I have memorized every
word you've said, Harry. Now, why will

you not believe me? If I didn't, I'd
call it off.

I don't want to spend 20 years in a
Hungarian jail. Do you think I wish to

my father's burial into a political
circus that I am so devious that I am...

am so... I think you're a great actress.

And a good person.

Everything seems to be in order, sir.

You are clear to leave for Salzburg.

Thank you.

striking as reported if she's all she's
reported to be i wonder if you can trust

her i don't have to

I want you to meet an old friend of mine
from Budapest, Zoltan Kohl.

A new friend.

Harry Rule.

How do you do, Mr. Kohl?

Zoltan, what are you doing? You've been
betrayed.

By you? No, the so -called friend of
yours, this mercenary.

Zoltan, he's helping me. I am.

What, are you keeping up with the
Budapest authorities?

I'm a Hungarian patriot.

That's what I said.

You out.

Zoltan.

Out. Out?

Out.

I'm getting, I'm getting.

Trust me, I'm your friend.

Harry, please don't call the police.
I'll deal with it. I need your word,

Right. Veterans don't keep promises.

There goes my car.

Huh? A write -off.

Hungarian Patriot.

I hope the Patriot had the decency to
leave the key.

I see you arrived in style.

Hello, Paul.

Hi.

We lost our car.

Yes, I know. Someone left a note about
it.

With apologies.

Harry, Contessa, I'm so sorry. But at
last we're together, huh?

Now, Zoltan.

My humble apologies to both of you. How
can you forgive me?

I can't.

Ilona has explained what you are doing
with the body of Janus Tabori. Forgive

old revolutionary for lack of trust.

Harry, you can trust him.

He found out we had permission from the
Austrian government to bury my father

here. I explained to him. You had to do
that as a Ruth. I understand now.

Zoltan has succeeded my father as leader
of the underground movement, so

naturally... Naturally, the deal is off.
Harry, no. Please, you don't

understand. No, you don't understand. I
told you my condition is no politics.

And so it will be, I promise you.

Don't blame me, Lorna. The fault is
mine.

Mine entirely.

Harry, please.

We're so close.

My father is still not buried.

Zoltan has promised he will follow your
conditions.

Strictly. Harry.

Your word?

As a Hungarian paper.

Yes, gladly.

Everything you say.

Okay.

Where is my car?

I will show you.

What's up?

Hey, Lona Tabori, isn't it?

I'm Gerald Marks, London Press. This is
a bit of luck. I'm sorry. No, no, Mr.

Tabori's on a holiday. No interviews.
What? I said no interviews, no photos,

nothing. Hey, no, just a quote. Look, I
said no interviews, no photos.

I suppose you're her manager.

Yeah, that's right.

You got it. Take it easy, pal.

If we leave the next few minutes, we
should get to the Hungarian border by 1

.30. Is Paul ready?

He's in Vienna and ready.

Cole is still in Salzburg? Yes.

Well, I guess I'll see you in Hungary.

What frequency are we using?

8 .64, and keep the transmission short,
otherwise you'll be talking to the bugs.

Et voila.

Oh.

Au revoir.

I never liked myself as a blonde.

Well, Harry, how do I look?

Like a blonde who doesn't like herself.

What did you wear that in? Some movie I
made in Rome.

I don't think I saw that one. You're
lucky.

It was supposed to be a comedy.

Like this? Well, no.

All right. The border is just a couple
of miles from here. And remember, we're

supposed to be on a happy holiday.

And never forget my line.

Passport, bitte.

Why are you coming into Hungary?

Holiday. Holiday?

I see.

Passport's good.

I hope you enjoy your stay in Hungary,
Mr. Ruth.

In your pocketbook.

No, they're not here.

Did you lose them?

Well, maybe you lost them. No, I didn't
lose them.

Oh, come on, Harry. What are we going to
do?

Tell them that we lost them.

Hark over there.

I'm sorry, I'll close the car for you.
The black Mercedes.

Thank you.

Okay.

Caroline? Loud and clear, Harry.

Did you fix the contacts?

All taken care of. Good. Anything else?

I tailed Zoltan across the border.

Uh -huh.

I don't like it, Harry. Shall we
reverse?

Not yet, Al.

Amen.

Want a story, Marks? I'll tell you what
you do. You drive your car back across

the border as though your life depends
on it, because it might.

Then tomorrow morning, if you're a good
boy, you might get an exclusive

interview with Ilona Tabori. Look, I
need pictures.

Ilona Tabori defies authority. No, only
pictures.

If you don't leave right now, you might
not get a story either.

You promise the exclusive?

Translate.

Zoltan says I must speak at my father's
burial service.

And so do I.

I told you no speeches.

Oh, Harry.

Don't you see the world must know I
stood at my father's grave and defied

authorities. You can tell the reporters
anything you want tomorrow in Austria.

Until then, you dummy up.

Harry, I must tell the truth.

Ilona, today you bit your...

Harry?

Yeah?

Could we really be arrested?

Sent to prison?

What do you think?

I think I have the spirit of a martyr.

... ... ...

...

In the name of the Father, the

Son,

and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Amen.

Dear friends and comrades, we all knew
and loved our comrade Janus.

Now I'll ask his daughter to address
you.

Thank you for everything you've done for
us, Harry.

Don't speak.

My father's last wish was to be buried
in the soil of his beloved country,

in the village of his birth, his
heritage.

It is my duty to fulfill this wish.

Activate reverse.

To talk to you on his behalf.

Therefore, I ask you to remember.

Remember who my father was and what he
stood for.

And to remember how we stood.

And to implore you.

Not to allow the flame that burns so
brightly for those few fateful days to

The patriotic flame that burned in my
father's heart lives on in us.

They tell me I have a choice.

And you arranged everything.

I was asked to help bury your father in
his native soil.

You knew the conditions.

I'm afraid it wasn't as simple as that.

I know.

And now?

What's my choice?

Another condition.

They want you to sign a press release
thanking the Hungarian government for

their help and understanding.

Give tyranny a little heart.

Yeah.

What do I do, Harry?

Your country.

Your choice.

There is no choice.

In the avenues and alleyways, where the
soul of a man

is easy to buy.