All language subtitles for The Protectors - S01E23 - Your Witness

Dead on time.

Passing through customs.

Subject moving across
main passenger lounge.

I've watched her all the way from
Bermuda. She's all yours from now.

You're Harry Rule.

Get in.

Mr. Rule?

Rooftop.

Multi-story car park, marksman.

All right, now will you tell
me what this is all about?

I was told to meet you off
the flight from Bermuda.

Yes, yes, by my guardian,
George Dixon. That much I know.

That's it.

He said maximum security.
Obviously, he was right.

So you hired to protect me, is that it?

That's it.

Whether I like it or not?

Well, get to like it, lady.
You may not want protection,

but nobody's going to
tell me you don't need it.

Suppose you explain, George. I do not
like having people hired over my head.

Chrissie, you've got to be realistic
about this. Mr Rule will tell you.

Is that what you'll tell me, Mr Rule?

Why not?

You're the only witness to a killing.

Yes, a man is being held
for trial on my evidence.

So that's the vessel.

You know him?

High reputation, yeah.

Look, how can he be
dangerous? He's in custody.

Look, we just saved your life, baby,
and a friend of mine got shot helping us.

Does that answer your question?

What happened?

There was a guy at the
airport with a rifle.

I wish you'd stayed in Bermuda, Christy.

Morton missed the trial.

Well, it's better than
something happening to you.

Where did you see this killing?
Of all places, in one of my clubs.

She doesn't realize the Sacha
Bessons of this world, they're killers.

Go back to Bermuda, Christy.
Forget all about the trial.

It's too late, George.
I'm giving evidence.

I'm not letting a man like
Besson remain free to do it again.

Well, then accept the help of
people who are trained to protect you.

After what's happened, it's
no more than common sense.

All right, until the trial, then.

What will you do?

Hide me away somewhere?

Yeah, somewhere.

You want to tell anyone?

Not even you.

Isn't it just possible
that we're being followed?

It's possible.

Let's assume it's certain.

I don't know this part of
Paris. Where are we now?

Well, I never really paced it out,

but I would guess that we're
about 50 yards from where we started.

Hi. Hi.

I see this barbarian
didn't give you a drink yet.

What will it be?

Scotch, please.

Scotch, right.

By the way, why don't you
take a look at the bedroom?

See if I've forgotten anything.

If we're going to be alone together for
three days, we may as well be comfortable.

You may have to hype up your Gallic
charm a little more. She's a strong bird.

Get anything from that
guy who shot Carter?

He was dead when I reached him.

Anything in the pockets?

Uh-uh.

But the car was interesting.

The body had recently been
given the lining of nylon mesh.

Bulletproof.

When the garage is installed, it must
know something. That's what I figured.

So I concentrated on the car.

This was under the dash.

A receipt for work done. How much?

Not this job. Few francs
only. But date stamped,

Anatole Martin,
garagiste, 10th arrondissement.

Have you no respect for private property?

Depends on whose property.

The owner could call the police.

Anatole Martin, I checked his record.

He'd find having the cops around
here about as funny as an open grave.

Harry?

I think I found something.

H-Harry?

Hello.

Hey.

I think I found something, too.

What is it, Christy?

Three days of this. I've got
better things to do with my life.

Yeah, haven't we all.

Why don't you get an early night, huh?

Now that sounds like the best idea yet.

The best I can do.

These are all you've
got. I don't mind sharing.

Get a good night's sleep, Christie.

And no matter how hard it gets
in here, don't open the shutters.

Yeah.

Well, Contessa, isn't it
time you told me to what

exactly I owe this most enjoyable morning?

Well, you certainly
didn't invite me to ride here

exclusively for the
pleasure of my company.

Not exclusively, no.

Monsieur, I can be frank with you.

You've helped me before.

And this time?

I need to know about the murder charge
against Sacha Besson, the police view.

What is behind it?

What's behind it, Contessa, is simple.

$700,000 of bullion was
stolen at Orly Airport last month.

And Sacha Besson was involved?

Undoubtedly.

And the man is charged with killing.

We have no actual proof, Contessa, but
you see, the Holy Raid was big time. Yes.

Two or three Paris gangs
linked up for the job.

And now they're beginning to
squabble over their share of the money.

But don't you worry about
such a person, Contessa.

Confidentially, we have a witness, a girl.

Oh, she'll put him away for a good 20
years or more when she appears in court.

Not offering any excuses, but
Christie did disobey instructions.

You mean she opened the shutters?

But they still somehow knew
that she was in the house.

Frankly, I don't see how asking
questions around here will lead you to her.

I should be in the club
at 70, if you want me.

Any bum will tell you how to get there.

Faites poser, madame et messieurs.

Faites poser, madame et messieurs.
Faites poser, madame et messieurs.

Faites poser, madame et messieurs.

Faites poser, madame et messieurs.

Faites poser, madame et messieurs.
Faites poser, madame et messieurs.

The 31, noir, imper, efface.

It's the first break I've
had this evening. Ma'am.

Thank you.

I'll try these. Those
are my favorite kind.

The light? I'm sorry.

So nobody here wanted to
talk about the murder, huh?

See no evil, hear no evil. Avoid a
bullet in the back of your head.

You can't really blame them.

The stakes are as high
as the commandant says.

Nobody's going to want to talk.

I think I may have found a weak link.

May I?

So long as you don't intend
to do any drinking, monsieur.

How would you like to
help me play at the table?

I would prefer to
drink champagne, monsieur.

I've got a system.

So, you have got a system.

Heads you win, tails you win.
How would you like to play?

We've got a killing here, Henri Cartier.

You are fishing in, how do you
say, the deep water, monsieur?

Rule.

Every rule.

Henri?

Les jeux sont faits,
mesdames et messieurs.

Rien ne va plus.

Try the reading.

How often did Sacha Besson use this club?

24, noir, faire et pas. 24.

This is not the place
to ask your questions.

You got a better idea?

I go now.

I take a taxi.

I see you in one hour.

Yes, Al.

The 9. 9, red, one pair.

For madame. Congratulations, madame.

Rien ne va plus.

Thank you, madam.

Is this your room?

Did you see him?

Yes, it was Dixon.

That's what I thought.

Leave that now, Carlo.

Go home.

Bravo, Mr. Dixon.

You sure you don't
want me to stick around?

Maybe you're right.

Put your feet up in the back room.

Well, thanks for the help.

Well, I had every confidence in you.

Now, get up.

What happens now?

I guess you'll be spending a little time
in jail with your friend, Sacha Besson.

Friend?

You're right.

How about Associate and
the Orly Bouillon raid?

I don't imagine he is your
friend any longer after you

tried to frame him for the murder of
Henri Cartier. Now, wait a minute.

Drop your gun, Mr. Rue.

Why don't you tell him he's right, George?

How did you find out?

I'll tell you. A bullion
split between Cartier, Besson,

and whoever else was on the job.

It's gotta mean trouble.

It did.

Okay, suppose our third
guy goes for the pot.

He kills Cartier, now he's
got to hang it on Besson.

And so Kay, as long as
he can get his girl to

admit that she was a
witness to the killing.

Unfortunately, he's got the
original wheeler-dealer's defect.

What defect?

He can't let it well enough alone.

He's got to strengthen his
girl's position as a witness.

Since that's all the evidence he's got.

So? He plans a phony
attempt to kill her at

the airport and an
equally phony kidnapping.

To be followed, no doubt, by a
last-minute escape on the eve of the trial.

Where does that lead us to?

Well, now, let me see.

Was Cartier already dead?

And Besson?

In prison, thanks to Christie's evidence.

To you, holding the whole
of the 700,000 bullion that

the three of you pulled
from the airport raid.

Well... I think that just
about wraps up the case.

Paris at dawn.

Do you know something, Harry Rook?

You're a rather handsome man.

Nice profile.

Strong jawline.

A large, rather noble nose.

And a sneaky, two-faced, deceitful,
tricky, weasel-like, treacherous personality.

In the avenues and
alleyways Where the soul of

a man is easy to find
Everybody's wheelin',

everybody's stealin' All the lower
living out Can we ever stop them?