All language subtitles for Professor T 2021 episode 3 subtitles

Haven't you finished with that
yet? Get a bloody move on!

What the hell are
you playing at?

Hello?

Mum?

Shut up! Shut up!

Jasper!

We need a gardener, it's like The
Day Of The Triffids out there.

Mother, what are you doing here?

As previously discussed,

I've decided to
reoccupy my old studio,

the scene of so many of
my artistic breakthroughs.

Well, don't look so horrified,
I shan't trouble you.

This is about me and
my growth as an artist.

Honestly, darling, you
won't even know I'm here.

Don't forget we're having lunch.

We'll be as quiet
as two little mice.

It will all be between
you, me and the lamp post.

Darling, you won't
hear so much as a peep.

We'll do our best not to get
under your feet, won't we, Kafka?

Ah! Ah!

Ambulance, please.

Oh, and if at all
possible, no sirens.

Ahhh!

OK, thanks,
mate, thank you.

Thank you.

The late, great DS Donckers.

No prizes for getting here first.
Just another minor moral victory.

Vijay Banerjee, local jeweller,
hit while crossing the street.

Not to minimise his pain,

but why has Rabbit despatched
us to a road traffic accident?

He was carrying these.

Ooh, a goody bag.

See if his family
want them back first.

'You never said anything
about a child being involved.'

'What
difference does it make?'

Don't! They'll see your face.

It's itchy.

You expecting someone? No. No!

Are you doing anything tonight?

I've got a gig. Gig.

Not sure brass band concert
constitutes as a gig.

Who's at the door?

Calm down, it's probably
just a delivery.

Oh, jeez, I'm teasing.
Don't be so touchy.

It's OK. I get it.

Let me go and have a look,
see what I can make out.

Come on, let's go.

It's a man and a
woman, smartly dressed.

Don't worry, they're leaving.

Don't tell me to calm down, OK?

Yeah, OK. You're
making me nervous.

What did they look like?

Hard to say. Smartly dressed.

Should we be worried?
Padma?

My phone. 'Fat
lot of help you are!'

Don't. 'I don't
trust this any more.'

He'll be here,
just have to wait.

Padma, don't!

Dreaming about the big day?

No man will ever get
me up the aisle, Dan.

Let me know when you
change your mind.

Hi. DS Donckers, this is
my colleague DS Winters.

We're making enquiries related to
a man we think is your proprietor.

Mr Banerjee's not here.

We're aware of that, Mr Banerjee
has been in an accident.

How badly is he hurt?
We don't know yet.

We're trying to
locate his family.

Stop it!

I only have Mr Banerjee's
home number, I'm afraid.

Oh, finally.

Hey, don't answer it. Why not?

It's not what we arranged.

What the hell are you
doing? Get back in line now!

It's going to voicemail.

Your boss was carrying some
pretty special-looking diamonds,

a lot of them, is that normal?

Wh... erm, he may have been
on his way to see a customer.

Mind if we take a
look at the safe?

I couldn't, not without
checking with Mr Banerjee first.

We could come back
with a warrant.

And a load of police vans.

Sirens blaring.

All right.

Is something missing?

I... couldn't say, I'm not
responsible for the safe.

But you know the combination.

What's your name? Amrit Khan.

Ms Khan, we're police
detectives, not tax inspectors,

we just want to
know what's missing.

Black diamonds.

How many?

A lot. How much are they worth?

Erm, around a million.

Mr Banerjee would never take them
out of the shop without security.

Mr Banerjee?

We've given him a sedative.
We need to talk to him.

Mr Banerjee? You need
to ask the doctor first.

Mr Banerjee, can you hear me?

Mr Banerjee, can you hear me?

My... My family.

I have to go.

Can you tell us what happened?

I have to go.

They're crazy.

Who is, Mr Banerjee?

They're
going to kill my family.

Boss, I think we might
have a hostage situation.

Mr Banerjee's freaking out,

he's convinced his
family is in danger.

It WILL take a couple of weeks

before the brace can
go off, Mr Tempest.

Try not to fall down
the stairs again.

Is there someone to pick you up?

'Anyone you can think of, sir?'

A gardening accident?

But you're such an
unlikely horticulturalist.

Patently.

Are these your
gardening clothes?

They had to cut my trousers off.

These were the only
items in my size

that it was possible to acquire
in the hospital gift shop.

Are you congested?

This is Ben Sparrow from the
anti-kidnap and extortion unit.

Hi.

DS Winters and DS Donckers,
the investigating officers.

We are still carrying
out reconnaissance

and we do not know as yet how many
hostage takers we're dealing with.

We're waiting to get some thermal
imaging equipment on site.

Do they know that we know?

No, and I want to
keep it that way.

This is Banerjee's mobile phone.

We, er, picked it
up at the hospital.

Good, very good.

It might be helpful. We should
avoid contact as long as practical.

That's standard procedure.

We think we have two hostages,

his wife, and their
daughter, Priyanka.

They are both registered
at the property

and none of the neighbours have
seen either of them exit as yet.

Priyanka's car is
still parked outside.

That's all the
intel we have today.

So

Now, all we have to do is wait.

Professor Tempest's office?

Mrs Tempest!

Yes, he's right here.

Darling, don't forget
we're having lunch.

He's not going anywhere soon.

So much to discuss.

One o'clock? I'll tell him.

Bye, Mrs Tempest.

Doubtless she'll be very
keen to tend to the invalid.

This might be the
moment to escape.

'Well,
you heard the woman.'

Something's not right, he
should have been here by now.

Let's get the girl to call.

Where's your phone?

In my coat.

And, where's your coat?

All of you into
the bedroom, now!

Call your dad, and no messing.

Don't answer.

They'll know we know.

'Please leave your
message after the tone.'

Daddy, Daddy, main
hoon... Speak... English.

Daddy, it's me.

'Where are you?

'You ARE going to do what
they're asking, right?'

Voicemail. Play it.

'Daddy? Daddy, main
hoon...' 'Speak... English.'

'Daddy, it's me.

'Where are you?

'You ARE going to do what
they're asking, right?'

Send a message.

Problems with safe. Stop.

Need more time. Stop.

There was an armed raid at
Banerjee's shop last year,

it triggered the alarm,
but the raiders got away.

Did they take anything? No.

Second time lucky. Listen,
I appreciate the legwork,

but I'm trying to deal with
a hostage situation here.

Can't be any harm trying to
find out what's motivating them.

See what else you can dig up.

Professor, have you been
skiing? What happened?

A displaced fracture of the
distal end of my fibula.

Shouldn't you be at
home, resting it?

My home and office are being
disinfected as we speak.

I have a problem with vermin.

He's got
to be somewhere.

I turn my back for five minutes.
He's been acting very oddly.

Jasper is always a little odd.

He's taken up gardening.

What did you say?

Gardening.

I heard you the first time.

I thought I might make
myself useful here.

Jasper, we're in the middle
of a hostage situation...

No. Not his field.

I have written and lectured
extensively on the subject.

We've brought in the big guns.

Thanks for the offer, though.

Oh.

I need to rest my foot.
Erm... Do you mind?

No rush.

Wilfred!

Ah! What are you doing?

I can't abide a man
working at height.

I'm tidying my Ps and Qs.

Well, do get down.

Steeplejacking at
your time of life.

Wilfred, Jasper has started
working on the garden.

Ah.

You know what that means?

Mm. He's digging.

He intends to stay.

Will you speak to him?

Well, yes, of course, Adelaide,
but I'm sure it's just a phase.

Huh! Wish I was blessed
with your naivety.

Tell me about these diamonds.

Black diamonds, from Brazil.

From outer space, actually,
they merely landed in Brazil.

Excuse me?

Black diamonds, carbonados,

they're thought to be
the remains of asteroids.

Did you just colour
code the teabags?

Asteroids, which formed

from interstellar clouds
of diamond crystals.

How much are they worth?
Jeweller mentioned a million.

I would estimate
considerably more than that.

Ah, Ben,

come in, help yourself to
a tea, coffee, whatever...

We were just discussing
your ransom kidnapping.

Excuse me?

Ransom kidnapping, the
act of forcing a victim

to hand over valuables by
holding their family hostage.

I know what a ransom
kidnapping is.

Oh, in which case, I wonder
whether you might consider

adhering to my three golden
rules of hostage negotiation?

I'm sorry, who are you?

This is Professor Tempest.
He's our external advisor.

Hmm.

What would these, er,
so-called golden rules be?

Firstly, always give them precisely
what they want, if at all possible.

It's statistically the
wisest course of action.

I deal with real-life
emergencies mate, not statistics.

Chief Inspector?

This is Professor
Tempest speaking.

Who's this?

Put it on speaker.

'Where the hell is Banerjee?'

Mr Banerjee is currently
in the hospital,

he was hit by a car whilst
fetching the diamonds.

That's why we haven't
heard anything.

'Are you police?'

The police are here, but I would
not recommend talking to them,

I am not entirely convinced
Mr Swallow can be trusted.

I'm hanging up now.

D He hung up.

What are you doing? Are you mad?

On the contrary. You
totally shafted us.

You gave me no choice.

I was going to offer them
exactly what they want,

but you lied to them, which forced
me to follow rule number two.

And what's your rule number
two when it's at home?

Tell the truth, at all times.

This is bullshit. I disagree.

It's pure logic,

informed by extensive analysis
of the available data sets.

My recent paper
on the subject...

If you interfere again,
I'll have you arrested.

Is that logical enough for you?

I think you should
come with me, Jasper.

Jog on.

Now they know we know,

we need to secure the area and get
everyone evacuated immediately.

Stay in here.

I'll find someone. Yeah.

Can you run a check
on all parked vehicles

within a 500-yard radius
of the property, please?

Yes, sir.

'Papa Alfa 8-7, parked
units in place.'

'Mike Bravo 6-8 to control,
ETA minus three minutes.'

'Control, Sierra Juliett
4-0 requesting sit-rep.'

Let me see.

There's a sniper on the roof!

There must be half the
police in the city out there!

You promised me it
wouldn't come to this!

We've finally got
thermal imaging.

It confirms there
are two of them,

and they've moved the
hostages to a separate room,

that should minimise the collateral
damage if we have to go in.

It's the last resort, I hope.

Look at those shapes
and movements.

There are four hostages,
not two of them.

Sister and her little 'un.

These things seldom
work out well.

Really?

First thing I've eaten
today.

Do you want one? No.

Sparrow.

Out of the question.

OK. OK, calm down, calm down.

They said they'll only
talk to the professor.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

To measure is... To know.

To guess is... To miss.

But are you REALLY sure?

Categorically so.

Because this buzzard or blackbird
really doesn't think much of you.

Why are you here all the
time? Mind your own business.

What's in the suitcase?
You ask too many questions.

Jasper, we need you.

Well, go on, then.

Hello? 'Professor?'

Indeed, this is
Professor Tempest.

I do not negotiate with anyone
holding a child hostage.

I wish you a pleasant day.

Back to your office?

Yeah.

What the hell are you
doing? DOOR SLAMS.

Trying to bring a hostage situation
to a successful conclusion.

By taunting the hostage takers?

Don't tell me you trust Brad
Tit and his macho posturing

more than a scientific
approach backed by data?

Sparrow, it's Ben Sparrow, and he's
actually been very professional.

Are you going somewhere?

Listen, Jasper, I think
it would be better

if you just stayed out of this
case, I'm gonna call you a taxi.

Yes?

'Papa Alfa 8-7 to control...
A child in the building...'

So

What's your third
golden rule, Jasper?

Hey, well done, I'm
really proud of you.

You're such a brave girl.

Daddy should be here by now.

Why is
he taking so long?

Free my hands.

No, it's too risky.

Priyanka, please,
get the scissors.

They're there in
the drawer, just go.

Get them.

What we doing now, huh? What
do you mean what do we do now?

We just let two hostages go. So
what have you got next, brains?

Huh? Have a think.

We should just give
them what they want

then this will all be over.

Your father would never
abandon us, never.

Something's happened.

Come on, just cut me free.

Sit still.

Ooh, shit!

Let's speak to the
professor again.

Professor Tempest.

'We want a million pounds'

in unmarked notes, and
a car, and free passage.

'Or we start shooting.'

Professor? 'I believe
you're bluffing.'

'Bluffing?' Yes,
exactly. Bluffing.

To deceive by presenting
a self-confident front.

You have considerably less leverage
than you'd have us believe.

You're surrounded by
Mr Parrot's snipers,

who will shoot you dead the
moment you leave the building,

and unbeknownst to you,

your situation has recently
become even less promising.

What do you mean?

Mr Banerjee has died.

The accident ruptured his
liver. He did not survive.

No, wait!

Sweet mother of God, Tempest,
if this ends badly...

You... You will be
responsible for the victims.

It will not end badly.

You were in on this?

The third golden rule.

Convince the kidnappers
their situation is hopeless.

Well, they're desperate now.

No. No!

What are you doing?
Let her go! Let her go!

Come on!

Let her go! Let...

Let her go!

Let her...

'4-0 control,
shot fired.'

'Control 4-0. Authorised firearm
offices clear to deploy.'

Priyanka!

Armed police! Armed police!

Keep your hands where
we can see them!

Don't move! Don't move!

Right.

Uh-huh. Thank you.

Everyone's OK.

The whole family.

And the gunmen?

There's no sign of them, but they're
still searching the vicinity.

The building was surrounded.

They might have got out
through a service tunnel.

What about the
shot? A distraction.

Part of the escape plan
they worked out in advance.

How did they know about a
service tunnel when we didn't?

An inside job?

Has all the hallmarks.

Banerjee took his
most valuable stones.

Carbonados are easy to
sell on the black market.

Insurance fraud? Exactly so.

He staged the kidnap so
he could cash in twice.

The only thing he didn't plan
for is getting hit by a car.

Yes, that was fortunate.

Not for Mr Banerjee, but for me.

It meant I could
convince the kidnappers

their situation was hopeless.

If Banerjee was dead,
their plan had failed.

Impressive.

That is the rankest
tracksuit I've ever seen.

But still... impressive.

You can't hide out
here forever, you know,

you've got to go home some time.

I could
say the same to you.

Going to my sister's.

Derek and I have decided to
spend a little time apart.

Go on.

I know you can't resist the
urge to say "I told you so".

Well, if you will run off with
a boring accountant named Derek.

Well, at least he can open the
door without wearing bloody gloves.

I knew you could never
be happy with him!

Jasper! There are golden
rules to relationships, too.

You never gave me what I wanted,
you never told me the truth,

but you sure as hell convinced me
that our situation was hopeless!

I've... been putting off this
decision for way too long.

I don't want to spend my
life feeling half happy.

You're gonna want
to hear... this.

We ran a check on parked vehicles
in the vicinity of the apartment.

Uniform helped, we struck lucky.

Purple Ford Fiesta
stolen yesterday.

Uh-huh?

Turns out they were hiding
in the cellars until we left.

Luckily, we had a team waiting for
them at their stolen escape vehicle.

We've got 'em, ma'am.

Out! Get out! Move!

Good. And we're onto
something else, but...

We have to check something.

Mrs Banerjee, we have good news.

We've arrested two suspects.

You said Priyanka saw one of
them without their balaclava,

is that right?

Yes.

Argh!

We'd like you to see
if you can ID him.

Just informally for now.

Do you recognise either of them?

Is it him?

I don't think so.

'Are you really sure?'

'Yes, I'm sure.'

We recovered enough
fingerprints from your apartment

to convict them five times over.

But if you can't
ID them, well...

Unless...

What?

Unless Miss Banerjee is lying.

Why would she do that? You
own your own business, right?

In the gem trade, like my
father, importing from India.

Doing OK?

Bit up and down.

Priyanka?

I'd say that's a bit
of an understatement.

While our colleagues were trying
to negotiate your release,

we had time for
a bit of digging.

Winding up petition from your
creditors, served ten days ago.

Did you ask your
father for a handout?

Did he refuse?

What is going on here?

We've spent hours in here,
there's fucking police outside.

There's police? There's police.

Get out!

How could you?

Mummy.

Mummy, I didn't want this.

Mummy, please.

I'm so sorry.

Don't take it to heart.

It was an inside job.
You were half right.

To me, being half right
is like being half happy.

'Two men are in custody...'

Hi, Dad.

'The suspects were arrested when
armed police officers forced...'

You all right, love? Yeah, fine.

I made your favourite pasta.

'..Confirm that no-one was
injured in the incident.

'Earlier, streets surrounding
the property were cordoned off

'for several hours,
as specialist officers

'from the National
Anti-Kidnap And Extortion Unit

'negotiated with the hostage takers
for the release of the family.

'Police are refusing
to confirm reports...'

I can manage, you know. I know.

'As a result of the negotiations,
a woman and a girl of six

'were let go by the
hostage takers...'

Who was that? It's a friend.

That kind of friend?
He's just a friend.

He's just someone I work with.

Unfortunately.

Eat some.

It's delicious.

You haven't even tasted it yet.

This is not going to
work, Mother. What isn't?

You, moving in here.

You clearly need my help.

I know what I need from you,
Mother, and it is not your help.

But, darling, look at you.

I was doing perfectly well until
you burst in and discombobulated me.

I thought it was the father,
but it was the daughter.

An unforgivable mistake.

Dear heart. Don't be
so hard on yourself.

You always were a mercurial boy.

Now, if you don't mind, I have
an exhibition to prepare for.

By the way, leisure wear's
not a look you can pull off.

'Una Lacrima
Sul Viso' by Bobby Solo