All language subtitles for The Protectors - S02E26 - Blockbuster

This is emergency! Emergency!

That last robbery has put a big dent
in my company's credibility, Mr. Roo.

If this isn't cleared up, it
could put me out of business.

What can you tell me? In the last six
months, we've been hit three times.

The last was the biggest.

Suspicious?

None.

All right. We need to run down all of
your drivers, office staff, and guards,

and the details of all of the delivery
routes taken over the last couple of months.

Anything you need, Mr. Rowland.

I'll keep in touch.

Paul, I want you and
Caroline to check out a few things.

Yes, I can well understand Mr. Doyle's
concern and why he's engaged you, Mr. Rule.

But our job is dealing
solely with the crime and

not representing his or
anybody else's interest.

Thank you for your cooperation, sir.

Let's hope we're able to
continue it, Mr. Rule.

I'll buy that.

After the first robbery, which was here...

The police revamped Doyle's
pickup and delivery times.

And then two months
ago, he was hit again for

another load of platinum, this time here.

Which was worth 45,000 pounds.

That's a little more than the
first one at 20,000 pounds.

The last one?

No, that was the big one.

Over half a tonne in one
block for security reasons,

worth one and a quarter million.

How about Doyle and his staff?

Well, the staff, guards, and drivers are
all clear. Doyle is an ex-army officer,

undistinguished but solid record. He
started his security business in 1967,

had a few rough spots, but always
found the capital to get over them.

All right, now the robbery
took place yesterday at 12.15.

The police had the entire area
cordoned off by 12.22, except for two places,

here and here, where it
took them five minutes longer.

They searched the entire area and found
nothing. No trace. No platinum, no truck,

nothing. It's pretty hard
to hide half a ton of it.

Well, they've opted for the line
that the platinum got through.

But you don't.

Maybe.

Just maybe. They missed something in here.

Where would you start, Paul?

Well, I think I'd start
with the blue security van.

Maybe the river. It's wide
enough and deep enough. Caroline?

I'd say building
sites, road constructions,

anywhere where they're poor
enough concrete to hide a van.

All right, Paul, you check the river.

Call the inspector, see if he'll
lend you a helicopter. Will do.

And Caroline, don't
forget your building sites.

Excuse me, you come here most days?

Yes.

You see a truck or anything
go off the edge into the mud?

Nothing at all.

Been waiting long?

Yes.

Just a half now, for all the
chances we took? That's the deal.

When do we get the rest?

When we're finished.

So what do we do? Sit around and
wait until you decide when that is?

You'll be told.

Well, the helicopter pilot said no dice.

What about you, Paul?
Yeah, I'll confirm that.

Caroline?

Well, I was made to
office I had to refuse,

and nobody was pouring
any concrete yesterday.

You know, Harry, maybe
the police are right.

There's no place left in that whole
area to hide something as big as that van.

What if it's no longer that big?

Okay, Harry, what have you got?

I'm not sure.

Just an address in the right neighborhood.

Tell the inspector to meet me
there in one hour. Alright.

Yeah, sure.

Kind of wild hearing
Beethoven in a place like this.

My name is Rule, Harry Rule.

Are you the Mr. Bailey?

At your service.

Not till three o'clock.

Excuse me.

You mind if I look around? Help yourself.

Thanks.

Hi, you work on the crusher?

Yeah.

Did you see a blue van
come in here yesterday?

Here to police? No.

Oh, we crush a lot of
cars here. I don't remember.

Came in around noon yesterday.

Yeah, there was a guy who brought one
in about then. What did he look like?

Average, but the van wasn't blue.

It was white.

Thanks.

I thought I'd found that van for you.

You mean it's a false alarm? Well,
they crushed one here yesterday,

but it was the wrong color.

It wouldn't have been white, would it?

That's right.

How did... It was re-sprayed.

Young boys were the whole thing.

Well, now we know what
happened to the security van.

Problem is, where's the platinum?

Well, I still think it has to be
inside that police cordon. Somewhere.

Look, they've had 24 hours to move
it. They could do it in a dozen ways.

With every policeman in the
city on the lookout for it?

All right, perhaps they cut it up.

It could be hidden in five
or six different places.

How many men would it take?

To lift it?

A thousand pounds of platinum.

Well, there were four of
them involved in the robbery.

They could have done
it. How about one, Matt?

Impossible.

Caroline, I want you to
check out Glenn Bailey.

Find out everything you can about him.

Hi.

Top one.

Thanks. Page 149. Thank you.

Platinum.

In the Spanish, plata meaning silver.

Atomic number 78, atomic weight
195, a brilliant silver-white metal.

It can also reform as platinum
black and colloidal platinum.

Its melting point is
1800 degrees centigrade.

It's twice the weight of silver
and three times as valuable as gold.

How's your chemistry?

What do you know about aqua regia?

Thought any more about that money?

You agreed to a deal, Slater.

I didn't know we were
going to take all the chances

and somebody else was
going to get all the loot.

You've been doing all right so far.

Where's the delivery to?

Little place near Hartford.

Are you bombing?

That's outside the cordon. That's the job.

Look, we'd better start
talking about that money.

Right now. In fact, I think I'd better
go and have a look at that platinum,

because that's the kind of
money I'm talking about.

Slater!

Stop right there.

Who the hell are you?

He puts the money in your pocket.

What would you do with a platinum?

Go on, try and sell it.

Do you think anyone would
touch anything that hot right now?

You don't?

Well then, you better leave it alone.

And do what we say.

And we haven't got much time, so
you better get off now. Go on.

And he just happens to be a
graduate chemical engineer.

That could be it.

Thanks. Do you reckon that
the inspector is a gambling

type of fellow? Well, that's worth a try.

Checkpoint data
control, do you read me? Over.

Okay.

Clear to go.

Maybe your theory's not so wild,
Mr. Rule. They just passed Control 8.

We've got a tail on them.

All right, thanks, Inspector.

Well, they've given them a free road.

Come on, get on with it.

Where's he going from here? That's
nothing to do with you. Let's go. Leave it!

Much as I hate it to, I
just let them go, Mr. Rule.

Good. We'll be right there.

Hey, this is it.

Any more coffee?

No, sir.

Everyone is to keep well out of sight.

All right, move in.

Someone approaching, sir.

Shall we stop him?

No, let him through.

Well, isn't that the neatest thing?

Right.

You that way, you that
way, you two come with me.

I see.

Isn't it?

Which sorts are you using?

You're being foolish, Slater.

Come on, which sorts?

Does it matter?

It's a great idea, Bailey.

You crush the van with the platinum
inside it, and you dump it in here.

And everything dissolves.

Except the platinum.

Ice.

This is the police.

We have you surrounded.

Get round the back!

Alright, freeze!

That's all for today, Bailey.

It's a mixture of acids.

Very powerful.

Dissolves all metals, except platinum.

There you are, Mr. Doyle. All yours.

All $3 million worth.

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