All language subtitles for The Protectors - S01E10 - A Kind of Wild Justice

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Nice party, Harry, and congratulations.

Well, the Berlin case was too
big for one simple dick to crack.

It had to be a team effort, right?

Jill, I'd like you to meet a very
good friend of mine, Harry Rule.

If he has a fault, it's modesty.

Hi, Harry.

Uh, you're not really going.

Why not? I'll be back in a second.

You'll miss your own party.

Why don't you be the hostess?

Let Paul have that
job. I'm going with you.

You don't approve.

Well, it's just that I never had
you down for an incurable romantic.

Gaslit streets, meeting in dark,
secret places. Like I said, romantic.

Well, a mystery girl with
an intriguing voice calls

me and asks for a
late-night assignation. I'm curious.

But not that romantic.

Will you wait?

Till the end of time, Harry.

How about five minutes? If I'm not
back by then, start looking for me.

Harry Rule?

Who else would be out
at this time of night?

You've got proof?

They ran out of red carnations.

I wouldn't want to make a mistake.

Caroline, how is he?

He's still in and out of
consciousness, but the doctor

seems very pleased with
him. He's a very lucky man.

Will I be able to see
him? In a little while.

Thank you.

Immediately. I'm okay.

Just up and walked off, hmm?

I'd discharge myself, right.

Listen, Harry, when I spoke to the doctor,

he said it would take
another ten days at least.

Look, if we wait ten days, we're not
going to get any trace of that girl.

Not necessarily.

Why, you got something?

Well, if I have, it'll keep.

Look, Harry, why don't
you come down to Roma?

Nobody ever died of a
couple of cracked ribs.

Fortunately, my gun took the impact.

Harry, the police can follow this up
while you're resting at the villa.

What do you got?

All right.

Paul got the number of the girl's car.

It's rented from a fly-by-night
outfit run by a man named George Soper.

Barry.

I'm all right, Squire.
What can I do for you?

Hire or sell?

We're looking for information.

That's selling.

Maybe.

Do you hire that one out?

Yeah, from time to time.

To a girl last night?

That's possible.

A man or woman, I couldn't quite say.

Try it. You know, you've got a
wonderful way with my memory score.

Kind of coming back to
you, huh? Most of it, yes.

A girl.

Yes, good-looking blonde.

What was her name?

Now, that I don't know, miss, truly.

Did she pick it up herself?

No, I delivered it. Where to? Now,
that sort of information costs money.

A lot of money. Too much
money. Why is the price so high?

You got all you're getting from me.

Now, I'm over the money
and clear off. Without

the address, we got nothing. Deal is off.

Where did you deliver the car?

Jordan's Hotel.

Off I pop.

I was told to leave it in
the underground garage.

For the hire, we'll need the keys.

Can I help you, sir?

Yeah, maybe you can. Did you ever
see this car around here before?

Yeah, that's the one. It was here last
night, fairly early on. Who was using it,

someone in the hotel? That's right.

It was delivered.

A woman rang down twice to check if
it had arrived. You know her name?

No, sir.

Just the room number, 709.

Okay.

Now we're alone.

How did you find me?

That doesn't matter.

You mind if I have a drink?

Thanks.

What do you want?

What is the little matter if
you're trying to shoot me?

Okay, let's talk.

You got something to tell me?

That's right, Mr. Rule.

I plan to kill you.

What a surprise.

What's the reason?

I think I'll just let you die curious.

I don't like to be curious.

Why?

All right, maybe the
police can find out why.

All right, Lindemann.

You know him?

I'm his daughter. Oh.

I thought you were in Australia.

I was. The first thing I heard
about the trial was the sentence.

Twelve years in a maximum security jail.

So there's nothing
wrong with the sentence?

No, just the evidence. Your evidence.

Oh, I see.

But look, if you don't believe me,

why don't you ask the
widows of the guys he took

over from? At 12
years, I think he's lucky.

Lucky?

He died in prison two weeks ago.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? You framed him.

How often did you see your
father in the last couple of years?

Oh, not much. Perhaps I was away at
school. Then my job took me to Australia.

But I do know what sort of man he was.

You do?

So do I. He was a gangster.

I don't believe you. He was a good man.

All right, Mr. Rule, call the police and
get me jailed, too, for attempted murder.

But I'll tell you this.

The moment I'm free, I'll kill you.

I believe you. Okay, I'd like you to
meet me in the lobby at 9 o'clock.

I'm going to take you
around and introduce you to

some of your father's
former business associates.

Now, if I can prove...

And he was guilty.

You'll stop trying to kill me, right?

If you can prove it.

I think I can.

All right, Mr. Rule.

I'll give you 12 hours. Okay.

German Street, please. Where can I go?

You mean he's taking out Kate Lindemann?

So I understand.

Another matter of life
and death, I suppose.

Hey, is that the coat
Harry was wearing last night?

Yes, the hospital telephoned
me to come and collect it.

You know, I can't understand
how she could have missed.

Nervousness?

Well, perhaps. Do you have a pair of,
what do you call it, eyebrow tweezers?

At least two.

Perfect.

You know, Caroline, there's
something very strange about this gunshot.

What?

Well, look at that.

Well, it's been a long
time. That's right, Freddie.

I'd like to introduce
you to Kate Lindemann.

Hello.

I understand you knew my father.

The past is the past, Ruth. I was sorry
to hear about your father this morning.

Okay, one more, a big
one. His name is Regan.

He runs the Courtland Club.

Who's he?

Well, I guess you could
say he was your father's

accountant, second in
command, cabinet advisor.

He's picking up pieces
of your father's empire.

I would say that within a year,
he'll be running the same rackets.

Except that you've got other plans.

He'll be stopped. That's a police job now.

Sam, stick around.

Well, well, well.

How are you? How are you?

I thought you might
like to buy me a drink.

For old times' sake.

Why not?

As a scotch and, uh, Moss's
daughter, or... Vodka tiniest.

You're Kate Lindeman.

Do you want to see my passport?

No, no, no, no.

I've seen photos.

Well, what brought you back?

What sort of question is that?

My father died in jail. I believe framed.

Framed.

A friend.

By him.

Now listen, Kate.

There's a whole lot of things
I've got against Harry Rule.

But he didn't frame your father.
Do you want to know what happened?

He got sloppy. That's what happened.

He hired unreliable
layabouts to do his heavy work.

And when you're in that line of country,
it just doesn't pay, does it? As you know.

Me?

I keep inside the fence.

There's lots of grass to cut here.

You'll stay outside,
if you haven't already.

Get out.

And take baby blue eyes with you.

A big night, you said.
It's certainly been that.

I ask you to call me
Harry. Would you like a drink?

Well, I won't ask you if you're convinced.

Try this.

How can I say I'm sorry?

Just think, I nearly killed you.

Can you answer that?

Harry?

I've been trying to
get you all night. Your

coat just came back
from the hospital. And?

It's got a bad burn
across the front of it.

Here, let me.

Listen, Harry, the burn was not
made by a normal bullet. It's too big,

too widespread. I've been picking
around the fibers with a pair of tweezers.

It was a rubber bullet, Harry.

Right. Just a colleague checking in.

I've been thinking about how
it all happened. Your father?

Hmm.

I never realized it before, but
he must have been a very weak man.

Well, easily led,
perhaps, by people like Regan.

What are you going to do now?

Back to Australia?

I don't know.

Well, now.

I've already said sorry.

That was to say thank you.

What game is she playing?

I'm not sure.

First of all, she tries to shoot you.

And now we know she never
intended to kill you anyway, so why?

She wanted to make contact.

What have you told her? I mean,
what information have you given her?

Her father's associates. I
took her around, introduced her.

That's it, a list.

You have given her a list of her father's
lieutenants in his dirty little empire.

Rue.

Yeah, Paul.

Right.

Okay, we're on our way.

You were right. The girl's
on her way to Reagan's club.

Don't move, Regan.

I said don't move.

Drop it.

Drop it!

Are you crazy? I mean, first
you come here with Harry Rule,

and then you come back with a
gun. I mean, what do you want?

I'm sorry about Harry.

If I was to meet you, I needed his help.

Help?

From Harry Rule?

Yes.

You see, my father never
talked much about his business.

I knew he was in the rackets, of course.

But he never mentioned any of you by name,

so I needed Harry to
effect the introduction.

I, um... I still don't get it.

What are you doing here?

I've come to collect.

Oh.

Collect what? The washing?

The hundred thousand pounds
stacked away for a rainy day.

My father was a cautious man, Regan.

He always said that if he was arrested,

he'd have enough money stacked away for
the best trial lawyer in the country.

Then how come his defense
was on the public charge?

Because you held the
money, and you never paid out.

Because of you, he was defended by some
idiot lawyer who was wet behind the ears.

That's why he got 12 years.

Go home, Kate.

Your father never left me any money.

I want the money and the securities.

I want it, Regan.

And what makes you think I've got it?

I think you're the sort of
man who'd take to the idea of

an insurance fund for
yourself in case you need a lawyer.

Open it.

Open it!

All right, put her down.

If I were to let you go, you're the kind
of girl that would come back, aren't you?

That's right, Regan.

Then you leave me no choice, Kate.

You won't get far.

Not without a rotor arm.

Of course, it's not very
original, but it always works.

Carry your bag, Miss Lindemann?

How are your ribs?

Hurting, hurting.

But not as much as your pride.

All right. So she used
me to lead her to Reagan.

And the hundred thousand she knew
her father had left in his care.

Yeah, that's true.

The party should be swinging by now.

But maybe I should come
along with you. I mean,

I could just take it easy
and go on a corner somewhere.

No, no.

The doctor said rest.

I bought you a book.

It's from my late husband's library.

Oh, that's great. I'll just
stay home here all alone.

This book from my late husband's library.

You can do that.

Now, marvelous.

It's in Italian.

Is it?

Oh, well, like you,
Harry, it's an original.

Ciao.

Suki?

Suki?

We got an Italian dictionary?

In the avenues and
alleyways Where the soul of

the man is easy to buy
Everybody's wheelin',

everybody's stealin' On the lower
living high Every city's got them,

can we ever stop them?
Some of us are gonna try.