All language subtitles for The Protectors - S02E19 - The Tiger and the Goat

Hmm?

She's here, son.

Give me a minute.

I did tell her phone.
You weren't expecting me.

I telephoned.

Yes?

About the Bernarke miniature.

Are you advertised?

Yes.

Yes.

It is for sale.

No.

Then why?

I had to get you here without
attracting undue attention.

What for?

Certainly not to discuss
Italian miniatures, Contessa.

Who are you?

Please sit down.

I said who are you?

What do you want?

To talk.

The Bernacchi. You knew I collected.

You bought your first Bernacchi from the
La Tour gallery in Paris, September 62.

You now have perhaps the
finest collection outside America.

You have me at a disadvantage.

You quite obviously know all about me.

Yes.

Well, I don't even know your name.

Caroline?

Caroline?

Aren't you ready yet?

But not miniature.

What do you want to talk about?

David, Marcella.

When did you last see him?

Four or five years ago.

Where?

Madrid, I think.

Madrid?

I have business interests there.

Was it in summer or winter?

Nobody goes to Madrid in the summer.

And you haven't seen him since?

No.

No contact?

I had a letter.

From?

America.

Big place, America.

Miami.

When?

Shortly after Madrid.

And since then?

Nothing.

And you have no idea where he is?

No idea at all.

Of course, you're lying.

Am I?

Why did you lie?

Now, look.

Just you tell me who you are and
why you are trying to interrogate me.

And please note that I said trying.

Would you say that
Marcello was an intelligent man?

Very.

Enigmatic.

When he wants to be.

Cautious.

You make that sound negative.

Capable of violence.

Everybody is capable of violence.

Worthy of trust?

I think so. You would not.

Why not?

It's obvious.

You don't trust
anybody, not even yourself.

All right, I'll come
quietly. Are you frightened?

Of what?

Me?

Your circumstances? The
potential of your present situation?

No.

Because you have a handgun in your purse?

Perhaps.

Now, will you open that door?

No.

I was told you were
intelligent and sophisticated.

I was obviously ill-informed.

Would you like some coffee?

I just want to leave.

Some coffee, Reese.

I must apologize for putting
you through that melodrama.

My name is Whiting.

Commander Whiting, British intelligence.

Identification.

Of course. This
interrogation, we had to be sure.

About what?

About how you stood in general, in
particular with regard to David Barcella.

David?

He's been working for British
intelligence for the last 12 years.

You didn't know.

I had my suspicion.

You see, we need your
help rather urgently.

His life and others
could well depend upon it.

In the past 20 months,
eight of our most experienced

agents have been murdered by an assassin.

How very efficient.

About as efficient as
they've ever put into the field.

He's clever and dedicated.

But worst of all, we think he's
psychotic, actually enjoys killing.

We have reason to believe that David
Barcella He's next on his death list.

I will help you.

Thank you.

Well done, Reese.

Oh, bring him in, will you?

Paul Boucher.

Paul?

Yes, he's been here looking for
you. I'm afraid we had to lock him up.

Is he all right?

Oh, yes, I think so.

Caroline, are you okay?

I'm a little breathless,
but otherwise I'm fine.

Commander Whiting.

A British intelligence.

Paul can be trusted, totally.

Oh, yes, I know.

We have a file on him and Harry Rule.

Would somebody mind telling me
exactly what's going on here?

I'll explain later in
detail. Go on, Commander.

This assassin...

So far, he's evaded all
our attempts to corner him.

So we decided to use someone he'd
never suspect, you, as a sort of goat.

Goat?

Yes, like an Indian tiger hunt.

The goat is staked out.

To lure the tiger in
front of the hunter's guns.

Word will be put around that David
and I have renewed our friendship.

The killer will get to know
that he's coming here to see me.

Where's Barcella now?

Whiting assured me that he's quite safe.

So, they protect their own,
and they use you as bait.

Yes, but the risk is very small. Around
the clock, surveillance will be mounted. Oh.

And when the killer makes his move,
Whiting and his men will be waiting, huh?

Yes.

Well, I see why he calls it a tiger hunt.

Wow.

Is it? Yes, sir. How does it work?

It's called a night viewer, sir.

The idea was first developed for the army.

Battery operated?

Yes, sir. It's an image
intensifier. It amplifies light.

No matter how dark it is, it picks up
what light there is and amplifies it.

You can see detail quite clearly.

Pictures in the dark. No
artificial light is needed.

You can attach a camera to it
or use your lab binoculars.

Hmm.

Yes, interesting.

Hello? Caroline?

Yes? It's me.

Harriet?

How are you? I'm fine. I had a phone call
from John. Wanted to know where you were.

Can we check out positions? Yes, sir.

Roger to beaters. Roger
to beaters. Report in.

Beater one.

Everything quiet.

Clark, sir.

Beta 2, nothing to report. Ibbott?

Beta 3, everything under control.

Selby?

Beta 4, Beta 4, ruddy cold.

That has to be Jarman.

He's on the roof, sir.

Thank you. Roger. Out.

All armed.

Clark, Ibbott and
Jarman with handguns, sir.

Selby and myself with rifles.

Now, we don't want any
innocent parties hurt,

but it's absolutely essential
that we obtain our objective.

Do I make myself sufficiently clear, Rhys?

We understand, sir.

We'll get him. I want his head on my wall.

Do you think it's going to work, sir?

It's got to.

It's been two days.

Yes.

Maybe he sensed a setup.

Three to one.

Three to one to roger.

Roger here.

Intruder and Muse moving towards house.

This is Commander Whiting.
Do you recognize intruder?

Negative, Commander. It's not him.

Younger man, about 25. Instructions?

Observe, but do not approach.

All beaters.

I repeat, under no circumstances must
intruder be aware of your presence.

Keep all channels open
and remain on close call.

Commander Whiting?

There's an intruder
approaching. We don't recognize him.

Now, here's what I
want you to do. He's in.

Stay out.

Repeat, do not enter.

If he leaves without
incident, I want a photograph, right?

Yes, sir. I'll fix it.

I think he's leaving. Ready?

Ready.

Go on.

Got him!

Pick him up, sir.

No, let him go.

But sir... No one is
to leave his position.

That is an order.

I'm sorry, sir.

I just thought... You didn't think.

I want those printed up and
checked with CRO within the hour.

Yes, sir.

Who was he?

A cheap little thief called
Tommy Watt. Of course, it, uh...

Could be a coincidence.

Excuse me.

Commander, I don't believe in coincidence.

Neither do I, as a matter of fact.

Well, then what was he doing here?

I'm not sure.

Well, I am. He was obviously
sent by the killer to check us out.

Like that, huh?

Yeah.

You're sure? There ain't too many
chicks around who look like that.

That's the easiest century I ever earned.

So you forget we ever met.

I've got a terrible memory
for names and faces. Dreadful.

Any time, Squire.

You know where to find me.

Anything you want, like, you know, done.

Pay for my tea, will you?

You know, I suspect that this killer
is more efficient than Whiting thinks.

Yeah, he could know
about the surveillance.

Well, it's possible.

Now, he could have a contact
somewhere in intelligence.

Right, lady. You never talked much about

David Barcella?

No.

Why? Too private?

I never really thought about it before.

Was he an old friend?

I suppose he's one of the few people in
the world I really care about. I'll get it.

Hello?

Can I speak to Alex?

Alex?

Is he in?

I'm sorry, you must have the wrong number.

Well? I don't know.

I'm sure I've heard that voice before.

Someone coming.

It's him.

Positive identification.

Let him through.

Await my instructions. Let me
know when he's nearly at the house.

Commander Whiting? Commander Whiting?

No. Take over here.

Commander Whiting!

Try again.

Commander Whiting!

He's nearly there.

Commander Whiting!

He's not answering.

Now, take him.

Freeze!

What the hell is going on?

It's Clark, sir. He's dead.

Must be inside.

What are you doing here?

You're David Barcella.

What do you think you're doing?

You led me into a trap.

What do you mean?

You set me up.

No, no, not you.

There is an assassin.

There's no assassin. The only killers
are out there, Whiting and his men.

I don't understand.

Whiting told me that... The ring.

Our ring.

I was told you needed me, needed help.

You knew I'd come.

I never sent that ring.

Then it must have been Whiting.

He used you to trap me.

Why?

He wants me dead.

Twelve years.

Espionage, counter-espionage,

the things that had to be done in the
name of security. When I tried to explain,

I'd had enough. Wanted out.

He told me.

Whiting told me.

No one resigns from his department.

No one.

Break it in.

There are six men out there.

Five.

You've got one chance. Come on.

He can't go on far.

Find him. Reese?

Jarman?

He made a break for you. Cut him off.

You?

I'm the goat, remember?

I gave him time.

Time to get away from you.