All language subtitles for The Persuaders! S01E01 Overture

Come in.

Did you get them?

Let me see them.

Good.

Now all we got to do is
just fill in the names.

You've made your final choice?

Yes. Will you get me
those files, please?

That is one of them.
An Englishman.

A titled Englishman -
Lord Brett Sinclair.

- What do you know about him?
- Everything.

- Will he fall for it?
- If we're clever enough.

Who's the other?

That is something different.

An American.

Danny Wilde.

About him,
I don't know everything.

There are blank areas in his
background, but I know enough.

You think you can snare him too?

I've got to. One without the
other is no good, I need both.

- Why these?
- They each have something,

but jointly, like chemicals...

Take two
relatively harmless compounds -

say, nitro and glycerine -

mix them both together and
you have a potent combination.

Handle it carelessly and
it could blow your head off.

I like the analogy.

Nitro and glycerine,
and I light the fuse.

Mr Wilde.

Excuse me, sir.
We're coming into Nice Airport.

Oh, I didn't know we took off.

This is it.

Nous sommes arrivés.

Oh...

Next.

Goodbye,
it was nice to see you.

- Bye-bye.
- Goodbye, my dear.

Nice to see you. Have a nice
time while you're here.

...Oh, I'm going!

Thank Sir Louis
for the use of his plane.

Monsieur Wilde.

Thank you.

Au revoir and merci bien.

Yeah, you. Move your car,
please. Thank you very much.

Do that in your bedroom!
Will you get out of the way?

♪ This old town
is a-getting gloomy

♪ Feel the cold winds
blowing through me every day

♪ Wheels are turning into motion

♪ We could ride
the wide blue ocean

♪ Come our way

♪ Like the bird, we'll soon
be flying way up in the sky

♪ And for a while,
forget your worries, say goodbye

♪ Gotta get away

♪ Once we're heading
down the track

♪ Gotta get away

♪ Then there'll be
no turning back

♪ Gotta get away

♪ Where the sky is blue above

♪ And the sun
shines down on love

♪ Gotta get away

♪ Leave behind
the stormy weather

♪ We can find the sun together

♪ Come what may

♪ Join the once-a-year migration

♪ Heading for some
destination far away

♪ We can touch a new horizon

♪ Way out in the blue

♪ A brave new world
is waiting there for me and you

♪ Gotta get away

♪ Once we're heading
down the track

♪ Gotta get away

♪ Then there'll be
no turning back

♪ Gotta get away

♪ Where the sky is blue above

♪ And the sun
shines down on love

♪ Gotta get away

♪ So, if you hear me

♪ Knocking at your door
Don't wait a minute more

♪ Come out and join me

♪ We just gotta try

♪ Until we're flying high

♪ This old town
is a-getting gloomy

♪ Feel the cold winds
blowing through me every day... ♪

♪ Wheels are turning into motion

♪ We could ride
the wide blue ocean

♪ Come our way

♪ Like the bird, we'll soon
be flying way up in the sky

♪ And for a while,
forget your worries, say goodbye

♪ Gotta get away

♪ Once we're heading
down the track

♪ Gotta get away

♪ Then there'll be
no turning back

♪ Gotta get away

♪ Where the sky is blue above

♪ And the sun
shines down on love

♪ Gotta get away ♪

Why, you little...

Lord Sinclair,
how good to see you again.

- Henri, nice to be back again.
- Your usual suite is prepared.

By the way, Henri,
who sent this invitation?

Be my guest
at the Hotel de Paris.

It's going to be a ball.

I don't know who sent it.

We're instructed to charge this
to the Banque de France.

Well, start charging and send up
a bellboy with the luggage.

Or maybe a bellgirl.

"Belle" girl... Forget it.

You see, we were told that
your wishes were our command.

An attitude which I...

Good evening.
Two Creole Screams, please.

- Monsieur?
- Two Creole...

- Are you new here?
- Yes, monsieur.

Next to women, a man's best
friend is a Creole Scream.

- Are you listening?
- Certainly.

A jigger of white rum. A dash
of chilled vermouth, not iced.

And a measure of grenadine.

Then mix. Stir in some crushed
ice, shake, strain and pour.

- Top it off with one olive...
- Two...

- Did you speak?
- No.

No, I said two.

You were perfect up until
the olives. Two olives -

you can see them gently bounce
up against each other.

W-well, I'm afraid
the spectacle of two olives

bouncing against each other
is one I'll forgo.

- One.
- Bust up a pair?

- Why not?
- It's cruel.

Two. You'll thank me for this.

Allow me to make up
my own mind. One.

Excuse me. Your mind,
but not the drink's. Two.

I ought to know -
it's an American drink.

It's from a southern state,

invented
by an English gentleman.

One olive.

- I didn't know that.
- You do now.

I'm only trying
to do you a favour.

Oh, then why don't
you leave the bar?

Or the restaurant?

Or, better still, the country?

- Listen, friend...
- Do NOT call me friend.

People might think
you're serious.

- Are you looking for a fight?
- No... Are you?

- I wasn't, but I am now.
- You have an endearing honesty.

Yeah. Inside or outside?

I choose inside - there's no
air-conditioning outside.

- Lord Sinclair, please!
- Don't worry, Bruno.

All damages will be paid for.

Lord Sinclair?
I never did it to a lord before!

Another endearing quality...
optimism.

I'm terrible sorry, I must
have slipped. Just stand there.

Mind your own business.

Sit down, my dear.
This won't take a moment.

- I don't need your help.
- I'm helping this gentleman.

Any help?

- You lords fight dirty!
- That's how we became lords.

Besides, I adapt myself
to the company I keep.

People like you give
English tourists a bad name.

Will you butt out?

It's a trick I learnt
from a friend. Go right ahead.

Well, never trust a friend!

Can't you be
a little more careful?

The poor man! Sorry...

Arrest that maniac.

How much was the damage?

Are you going to tell me,
or not?

Not!

I want to pay my share.
How much was it?

I wouldn't hear of it.

I'm insisting.

It is traditional.

What's traditional?

The winner always pays.

The winner? What winner?

- What were we doing tonight?
- You mean the fi... Winner?!

- You're lucky to be standing.
- Oh, something's wrong.

- You're frail.
- What?

- You must have been a weak kid.
- Are you starting again?

- Inside or outside?
- We have no choice.

- Go ahead.
- Right.

Perhaps it's an open prison?

Yeah, maybe it is.

Hey, whatsyourname, come here.

- Wanna take a look?
- Not particularly.

I wish you wouldn't do that.

- Does Liberace live here?
- No, Count Dracula's birthday.

Ssh.

Hey, look at this.

A photograph of you.
Here's another one.

Here's one of me.
And photographs of us.

- Look at...
- What else is there?

Newspaper clippings...

Good evening, gentlemen.

Please, sit down.

Do make yourselves comfortable,
gentlemen.

Oh, you prefer to stand,
Mr Wilde.

- It's a habit.
- Ah, yes.

A legacy of those days
in the Bronx, I imagine.

However, you will have a drink.

A Creole Scream for you,
Lord Sinclair, with one olive.

You see?

And for you, Mr Wilde,
with two olives.

Thanks a lot.

Well, thank you, sir. Although
I do feel at a disadvantage.

Well, you are both still under
arrest. Your health, gentlemen.

How would you like
three months in jail?

My name is Fulton. I was
a judge, I have now retired.

But don't let that mislead you.

Without any details, I can
promise you three months inside.

He makes it sound like a prize.

90 days. No option
of a fine. No remission.

I can arrange it.

Or, I might arrange it.

Yes, let's say that.

Often.

Irrepressible, optimistic,

courageous,
and a sense of humour.

Those are great qualities,
Mr Wilde.

Qualities that pulled you
out of a New York slum

to the top
of the financial tree.

You have made
and lost several fortunes.

Now, money making's so easy
for you that you don't bother.

You have a remarkable talent,
Mr Wilde.

But what have you done with it?

You just drift around the world,
gambling and womanising.

What have you done
with those qualities?

What have you achieved
over the past few years?

Oh, you've wasted yourself,
Mr Wilde.

You were a nothing
who became something.

And now, you're a nothing again.

In fact, you're no better
than Lord Sinclair, here.

Lord Brett Sinclair.

Now, that was once
a proud and noble name.

A name that fought for justice
and defended freedom.

But what have you done with it?
You are a first-class athlete.

You're an art connoisseur.

A gourmet, with a lusty taste
in wine and women.

And you speak
how many languages, six?

- Seven.
- Seven

And you only use them
to order cocktails.

Yours is the glib tongue
at a hundred mindless parties.

Lord Brett Sinclair, born with
a silver spoon in his mouth.

All he does
is lick the jam from it.

Two adult men,
both with immense potential,

- and you fight over an olive!
- Two olives.

You're both facile and foolish
and a waste of humanity.

But you like to fight... All
right, I'll give you a fight.

I'll either make use of you, or
I'll see you serve three months.

- That's blackmail.
- What do we do?

Hold on, this is coercion!

He means business.
That's three months, right?

- 90 days.
- I can count.

And nights.

What do we have to do?

It's a question
of identification.

- Well, er, I like it.
- Stunning.

She says she's Maria Lorenzo,
but if she's who I think she is,

she'll have a heart-shaped
birthmark on her back.

- Who do you think she is?
- That's for you to find out.

All we have to do is see
whether she has a birthmark?

Just check her out?

Right.
That's your choice, gentlemen.

A simple task, or 90 days.

90 days...

- We're convinced.
- Oh, yes. We're convinced.

Are you sure she's here?

I don't wish to be sure.

It's the uncertainties
that add spice to life.

You must get a lot of them,
the way you look and everything.

- What's wrong with how I look?
- Nothing, really.

Maybe a little too dignified,
not enough razzmatazz.

- Would you do me a favour?
- Fix your car?

No. If you ever see razzmatazz
on my shoulder, brush it off.

Funny, funny, funny

Eh?

- OK, leave her to me.
- Us.

Right,
I'll do it in ten minutes.

We are, regrettably,
in this together.

Besides, I plan to pose
as an intrepid explorer

just returned with my latest
discovery - a gibbering apeman.

Yes, simple -
you just continue to gibber.

Well, I've got a better plan.
You're swimming and drown.

- And you save me?
- No, I hold you under.

I've got a better idea. We'll
toss for it. Simple as that.

Nothing could be fairer.
Heads, I win. Tails, you lose.

Tails, you lose.

See you later.

Oh, I forgot.

Incredible!

- Incredible, just incredible!
- What's incredible?

- Your face.
- Is something wrong with it?

Not at all. You don't mind
if I sit down? Thank you.

- It's beautiful.
- Please go away.

Do you know, it was probably
your great-great-grandmother?

- What about her?
- Do you know Milan?

- Very well, indeed.
- Oh, this is outside of Milan.

A small village
called... Pozzolini.

There's a chapel there called
the Shrine of the Grandees.

The Grandees are Spanish.

That's why it's unique,
it's an Italian-Spanish village.

It's baffled historians
for years. Can I help you?

Please go away.

This chapel, I go there a lot.

I've got a feeling for these
joints... I mean places.

- It gets me here...
- Will you please go away?

Well, there's this painting on
the wall of a heart... er, girl.

She's reputed to be the most
beautiful girl in all of Italy.

I love to go and look and look.
It makes a man feel... humble.

Somebody else is trying
to make time with her.

Here.

- Do you know him?
- No.

It could be
another poolside Romeo.

- Check him out.
- Right.

Please, tell me
what your name is.

- Maria.
- Maria. I love it.

It sounds so romantic.
You must love it yourself.

Excuse me,
is this man bothering you?

- Is he your friend?
- I'm his psychiatrist.

If he's been bothering you,
I apologise...

Would you go away
and stop bothering me?

- He follows me everywhere.
- You see? Persecution mania.

Allow me to introduce myself.
Brett Sinclair.

Brett to my friends,
but you may call me darling.

Oh-ho.

Oh, no.
Now we've got two of them.

- So, lunch?
- How about a swim?

Yes. I declare today
a public holiday.

- The three of us?
- We'll need a butler.

Give me five minutes to change.

- We'll see you in the lobby.
- Uh-huh.

Ciao.

- Did you get a look?
- No.

- I have left my bag.
- Here it is.

In the lobby.

Well, her real name
and we're off to the races.

Get her key
and we'll search her room.

- Like taking candy from a baby.
- So I noticed.

I believe
that this will do the trick.

I believe it will deceive them.

It contains a great deal
of information about Maria.

And manufactured evidence to
link Wilde and Sinclair with me.

Now, put it in Wilde's room.

Where it can be found.

If my superiors find out I'm
helping you I'll be dismissed.

Yes, I know, Inspector Flavel.
I appreciate what you're doing.

I'm sure you realise
it's in the best possible cause.

Perhaps, but I think
you're wrong about this.

We'll soon know the truth.

If you're right, this will put
those two men in serious danger.

But if they're half the men
I believe, they'll be OK.

For their sakes I hope so.

Yes, I hope so, too.

- Here we are.
- Thanks for a lovely day.

I'll see you at eight.

- We'll call for you.
- Oh, no. I'll see you there.

I didn't get it.

- When?
- Since we started out.

Why you...

Since we started out

- Come in, we've been waiting.
- What do you want?

What do you mean
by coming to my room?

Those two men, Maria,
you're not to see them again.

Why? Why not?

Just take my word for it, huh?
Don't see them again.

I'm having dinner
with them tonight.

Yes.

And this time you're not going
to spoil things.

Every time I meet somebody
I like, you stop me seeing them.

Only the ones who could
be dangerous. It's our job.

I don't care about your job.
For once I've enjoyed myself.

You think they have no motive
for squiring you around?

No! Why should they have?

I'm sorry, Maria. I found this
in the American's room.

Chapter and verse on you.

Everything you've done
since you were six year's old.

I don't know whether
they're police or press,

but you don't see them again.

I'm very sorry.

But this time it's bad. So bad,
I'm taking you out of town.

Where?

I can't say, but there's someone
I want you to meet.

- Do I have a choice?
- No. Get your coat, please.

I want to tell them I won't
be meeting them for dinner.

Triver will take care of that.

Tell them, Triver,
she can't make it for dinner.

Yeah... I'll tell 'em.

A table for three, please.

Hi.

I am sorry, m'lord. We are full.

Bruno, tonight we are
at peace with the world.

Ten workmen have laboured
ceaselessly to redecorate.

And they've done a fine job,
eh, pal?

That is an understatement.

- Pal?
- Yeah, my buddy.

Your differences
have been settled?

As you can see, our relationship
is one of harmony.

Then I should be pleased
to serve you.

Oh, Bruno...

In the middle of dinner,
call me to the telephone.

Naturally, m'lord.

You just keep her talking.

Try not to bore her to death.

S-sit down.

- Friends of yours?
- Er, I don't think so.

Why don't you find a chair?

Maria won't be coming tonight.

I guess he's from
the telegraph company.

Then why doesn't
he sing the message?

- Maybe he can't sing?
- He looks like a baritone.

- You want some advice?
- I suppose we'll get it anyway.

- Please, go ahead.
- Get out of town.

Well, that's
easier said than done.

- You've got to pack and...
- True.

There's something else.

Don't see Maria again.
Don't ever see her.

I think he's trying
to tell us something.

- You're putting me on.
- No.

All right, if I can't tell you,
then I'll have to show you.

Mine won't go down.

You're not getting enough
power into it. Look. Oof!

- Did you see that? How was it?
- Much better.

We'd better go.

Put it on my tab.

We'll be in for lunch.

- Maria!
- Say it softly... Maria.

You don't have to scream.

- Lock it.
- Right.

Are you always nervous
in a lady's bedroom?

We've got 90 days hanging over
us, don't make it six years!

- Then start searching.
- Right.

I wonder where Maria is.

She could tell us
about her beefy boyfriends.

Well, as far as I'm concerned,

that can remain a secret.

I just want to discover
her real name and get out.

I say, Daniel.

Oh, I'll buy you one.

In blue.

I think I've got something.

There.

Michelle Annette Dupont.

That's it. We know her name,
she's got a birthmark.

- We're clear, no 90 days!
- Let's tell the judge.

Excellent! Excellent!

Oh, gentlemen,
this calls for a celebration!

A free drink's better
than a night...

Oh, that was here
when I rented the villa.

Years of courtroom technique
have given me a flair for drama.

And finally,
you searched her room.

You were seen by somebody,
I hope?

Seen?

- Forgive me, I'm confused.
- Me also.

OK, she's got
a birthmark on her back

and her real name is
Michelle Annette Dupont.

But you seem more concerned
in how we did it.

Of course. I've always known
she was Michelle Dupont.

All right, so it went wrong.

What do you want done now?

You mean it?

Fulton?

And the two guys.

All right,
but permanent this time.

Right.

You see, I had
to set a red rag to a bull.

Well, you provided the red rag,

I also planted some information

which made you look dangerous
to the people I'm after.

Stage one is accomplished.

- We had a deal.
- The matter of 90 days.

Oh, that's all forgiven.

- Did you hear that?
- I did.

Wait! You still could help.

Your Judgeship, you could talk
all night, we're not staying...

Where are you going?

- To get the lights.
- I've been looking for you.

I didn't think they'd go so far.
There's a pistol in my desk.

- Can I go this way.
- Turn left.

- All this because of Maria?
- Of course.

- You set us up.
- I had to.

Marac's hit! Let's go!

Come on, hurry.

Get outta here.

Now look, wise guy.

You'd better have a good reason
why you suckered us into this.

Does the name Robert Dupont
mean anything to you?

Nothing, except that
Maria's surname is Dupont.

Robert was her brother.

Robert Dupont, the racketeer?

He's dead.
He was shot two years ago.

Forgive me, but the name
means nothing to me.

Robert Dupont was a racketeer

who ran the whole
Mediterranean crime syndicate.

He was a fink and a hood.

I'm sorry, The Times devotes
little space to finks and hoods.

- But I gather he wasn't nice.
- An evil man.

- But he's dead.
- His body was never found.

After his death they expected
the usual struggle for power,

but it never happened.

- What did?
- Nothing.

The whole organisation went
on working as smoothly as ever.

Which leads to the conclusion...

Precisely.

Oh, stop it! Stop it!

How long
do we have to stay here?

Hello, Michelle.

I'm sorry I kept the truth
from you for so long.

I was ill
and needed a new identity.

It has taken so much time.

Why couldn't you have told me?

I wanted to, but it was safer
for you not to know.

They would have tried
to get at me through you.

That's why Coley screened
everybody you talked to.

You should have told me...
Trusted me.

Perhaps.
But now everything is all right.

I have a new face,
name, background.

I am almost safe.

Almost safe?

One man still believes
I didn't die.

After tonight,
there'll be no one.

You see, if it seemed
that I was investigating Maria,

sooner or later,
Dupont would have to stop me.

- Tonight proves that.
- You let us in for this?

I hoped they'd make you angry
enough to see this through.

You make me angry! You think
I'd risk my life, or his?

You've gotta be...
Come along, Stanley.

Discretion
is the better part of valour.

I can't ask any more of you.
I'll, from here on, go it alone.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, sir.

Would you believe that guy!

Outrageous.

Trying to put us in the middle.

Who needs it?

Certainly not I.

- Look at the road.
- Certainly not l

Do you suppose he meant what
he said about going it alone?

Oh, I think so.
He's a tough old guy.

Imagine... us up against Dupont!

Well, it would be a challenge.

Oh, definitely.

- We've got other things to do.
- Absolutely.

What have you got to do?

- Nothing.
- Certainly not I. Me neither.

We gotta be nut cases!

We don't like being pushed
around, do we?

Would you hurry?
Try a forward gear

There's no hint as to where
this Dupont may be. And you?

- This comes from a vineyard.
- What?

It's full
of wine-making equipment.

There's nothing here
but a label.

Hey, I think
we're in the right place.

- Why?
- Look.

- You could be right.
- Yes.

OK, OK, OK.

OK!

Why, I shoulda
taken their guns and...

- Why didn't you?
- I'm a coward.

Hi, Judge.

Gentlemen, I know this will
sound ridiculously inadequate,

but, er...

Well, under the circumstances,
I offer you my apologies.

That's OK.
We decided to help you.

- That was our first mistake.
- Possibly your last.

- Break it to us gently.
- They'll kill us.

- They have to kill us.
- I thought it was serious

Now, everything has been
covered, you're sure of that?

- Positive.
- Good, good.

See how the others
are coming along.

Why, Judge?

- Why?
- Why your involvement in this?

I sat as a judge for 15 years.

During that time I tried
to defend the innocent

and punish the guilty.

The guilty ones
that came to court, that is.

One anomaly of the law is that
in protecting the innocent...

...the guilty often go free, too.

Since my retirement I've done my best
to redress that, in my small private way.

In fact,
it's become an obsession.

You see, now I have time
to think, to study,

to search for loopholes that
others might have overlooked.

To ferret out,

to chase an idea.

Oh, you think
I'm a crazy old man.

No, you're one
of the sanest men I ever met.

- I've done it!
- The lock?

No, I've broke my fingernail.

You are wasting your time.

I've searched the whole area.
There is no way out.

I suggest we all have a drink.

Then let's get it over.

Stay here.

Please let them go.

♪ Dear old pals, jolly old pals

♪ Always together

♪ In all kinds of weather... ♪

- Our dancing partners.
- We have guests.

Take them outside.

- How'd you like a little wine?
- How do you do?

There's no reason
to be so nervous.

OK, leave him.

Behind you!

- Daniel, come on
- I'm coming, believe me!

Order in court!
I will have order!

Very nice, Daniel. Come along.
- Oh..my heart.

Open up, Judge. Quickly!

Judge, OK, lock 'em up
and stay out of everybody's way.

Six months for contempt
and bodily harm.

Imagine that,
a girl shooting her own brother!

Maybe she didn't like him. The
bill, please, I'm checking out.

I think she wanted
to be an only child.

It's a ridiculous situation.

I'm not sorry it's over,
but I really rather enjoyed it.

It's been a pleasure
being with you.

- Never mention that name again.
- What name?

Excuse me, Judge Fulton sent me.
Help me, I'm in trouble.

And you'd like
to talk privately?

Come with us,
we've a nice place.

Oh, the key, please. Thank you.

Wait. Ooh!

Come on in. Did you think
I'd leave you out there?