All language subtitles for The Professionals - 1x12 - Look After Annie

I have been accused of many things,

but the most familiar accusation is
that I mix politics with religion.

Well, why not?

Aren't they the two most
potent forces in the world today?

Aren't we controlled
by one or by the other?

So why shouldn't they be brought
together to work in perfect harmony,

work to create a better world for us all?

He's wonderful tonight.

And he's wonderful every night.

You know what?

Because she believes
in every word she says.

Really believes.

So do you.

Sure.

But I temper my belief with a
touch of hard-headed realism.

The only accusation against
me is that I am a communist.

They say I am a communist
because I oppose the bosses.

Humanists who believed in God and man!

Just over $41,000.

Well, that's even better than Boston.

Yeah, could be even better still.

Now, that's when she
ought to make the appeal for

the money. Not on their
way in, but then, right?

Right when she's got them
in the palm of her hand.

I'll have to talk to her about it.

Still, $41,000 isn't chicken food.

But I don't mind the opposition.

I don't mind the accusations.

Because you and I both know what
that opposition means, don't we?

It means they are getting
scared of this movement.

It means that I am getting through to
them, getting through to where it hurts.

That's a wind-up.

Better get our car around the back.

But I don't mean I. Because...

In all humility, this would
not be possible without you.

The Workers' Christian Alliance!

Workers' Christian
Alliance! That means you and

me, brothers, sisters!
That means you and me!

Since that moment two years ago, when
an assassin tried to take me from you,

we have come a long way. The
Workers' Christian Alliance,

now officially the fourth most
potent force and still gaining...

Because we are not just a political force.

We are a Christian force too.

Handsome woman, eh?
Not bad for an old one.

Oh.

She's no more than 45.
That's what I meant. Well,

you can't deny the power of her appeal.
She speaks with a passion, real passion.

Yeah, a passion for power. Yeah?

Annie Irvine, agitator. Agitator? Not
once has she ever advocated violence.

She always speaks out against it.

Nevertheless, it was violence
that put her where she is today.

Come on, we all know the story.
Annie was just another crank,

a political non-runner till
someone took a shot at her,

missed her heart and hit the
public right in this fickle one.

And now she's a mixture of Joan
of Arc and the Toll Pottle Martin.

She has a big following. Millions.

And everywhere she goes,
there's trouble. Anyway,

a big following's mainly in California,
so why us? Because she's coming here.

She's coming home next week for one
special meeting. Highly publicised, of course.

Of course. You can't keep
Annie out of the papers.

Gosh, I don't envy the special branch.

Won't be special branch.

CI5. We will be looking after Annie Ervin.

For God's sake, why us? Because I want it.

Because I say so.

Because I want it. Because I say so, Bull.

And what he says goes.

Yeah. Oh, this could be different,
though, you know. I've got a feeling. Sense it.

Annie Irvine's different.

Yeah, she comes under the category
of visiting VIP, doesn't she? Yeah.

Wish she'd visit someplace else.

Yeah, so do I. And Cowley
wants her looked after.

Well, he might find that
harder than it sounds.

Well, because someone
tried to kill her before.

Yeah, and might well
try and kill her again.

Yes.

Yes, I'll be pleased to
appear tomorrow night.

Yes.

TV interview. Tomorrow night we
have the ambassador's dinner.

We can fit it in.

Or cancel it. Sometimes
not to appear at the last

moment is actually better than appearing.

I have an idea. I've said I will appear.

Yes, but... Oh, we can fit it in.

I'm sure we can fit it in.

Or at least try. No, it's not just a
question of trying. I've said I will appear.

Of course, if we rearrange
the party schedule... We can't.

We just can't... Oh, damn.

Yes?

Miss Irvine never
gives an interview without

a photographer. It's a matter of policy.

This is impossible.

Chicago all over again.

You've set Annie to a tougher schedule.

She can do it, can't you?

Stanley, sometimes I think you look on
me just as a piece of valuable property.

Don't forget... Lax.

Lousy. Lousier than
lousy. You are now all dead.

What he means is you would
be dead if it wasn't us.

Lovable us. Yeah. Well, you can
relax. We're not going to kill you.

Although almost anybody else could
have done. Your security's lousy. Yeah,

good job we tested it. It is, isn't it?

Just consider us the
finger in the dike, man.

Yeah, we're CI5. I'm Doyle. He's Bodie.

What kind of a joke is this?

Do you know who you're dealing with? I
know who we might have been dealing with.

Three corpses.

One black, two white. Don't worry,

we'll have security so tight
you'll have to send out for oxygen.

We don't have to stand for this.

I'll call the embassy. Come on,
Stanley, they're just doing their job.

And very well, too.

I shall feel quite
safe with you two around.

CI5, you say?

Yeah, Criminal
Intelligence. Mr Cowley's orders.

Cowley?

George Cowley?

Yep.

Georgie sent you!

I was thinking of when Carly was
showing us that film, and he said,

handsome woman here,
and you said... Yeah, I

know what I said, not bad for an old'un.

Yeah.

Georgie.

This is not a job for
CI5, you know. I know. It's

only because Cowley wants
it, because he says so.

What about this Irvine woman?

Do you think she and
Cowley ever... Oh, come on.

Cowley in the opposite
sex. Must be joking. Well,

he must be an attractive man, I suppose.

I mean, he's a bit aggressive, but...

He would be attractive,
wouldn't he? Not now.

Anyway, too busy ducking insults. What?

I was just thinking Cowley and a
woman. Yeah, he kicked the door down.

Throw her on the bed and frisk her.

The extra man on the
floor above? In position.

And the man across the
street? Ready and waiting.

Good.

Well, we seem to have had
a year of insecure, eh?

I trust you both. I trust your judgment.

Nevertheless, sir, well, Doyle
and myself, sir, we were... Well,

we'd feel more secure if... No,
well, we'd feel happier, sir,

if you'd go there yourself, check us out.

Go there myself?

We'd feel happier, sir.

Go there myself?

Yeah, give her the once-over, you know.

The assignment serves take-out.

Yes.

Yes, that might be a good idea, buddy.

Yes, I might just do that.

All right, carry on. Yes, sir.

Hey!

All right, Turner. But
nice, very nice. Keep it up.

We are beginning to challenge
the governments of... Stanley?

Stanley!

Have I changed so much?

Geordie!

Geordie, come in. Come in.

You've hardly changed at all.

Oh, the hair's thinned down a wee bit.

Geordie, it's good to see you.

And you, Annie.

You're looking wonderful. Oh. It's true.

It was always true.

Whenever I see you, I
wish I had sore eyes.

What?

Well, you'd be a sight
for them, wouldn't you?

I've been half expecting you.

Well, your men, earlier today.

You're looking after me now, aren't you?

An ambition finally realised.

To look after you, Annie.

Would you like a drink?

I wouldn't say no.

A wee dram of pure malt scotch?

Oh, no, I know you haven't changed.

Tell me all your news.

News?

Well, how long is it since we last met?

Must be all of ten years.

Oh, close on.

My God, ten years.

Where have they all gone, Georgie?

In my case, into hard and diligent work.

You never married, then?

Of course not.

You didn't have to ask that, Annie.

You know that as far as I'm
concerned, you were always...

Cheers to you, Georgie.

Bye.

Cheers.

I've been married twice.

Well, you always were a
passionate woman, Annie.

Foolish, too. I've
been divorced both times.

Oh, I know, I know. I've
kept up with you, Annie.

God knows you're a difficult enough
woman to keep up with, but I've kept up.

But we had fun, didn't we, George?

To remember the fun we had.

I'll never forget it.

Oh, it's great to have you back,
Ernie, if only for a few days.

And to tell you the truth, since I heard
you were coming, I've planned a few things.

Even got a couple of
tickets for the opera.

Remember how we used to
queue up for the opera?

We sat so high up in the gallery, you
said they should have provided oxygen.

I came to be rather busy, George.

No, no, I'll have none of that. A
few hours off, Annie. If not for me,

you owe that to yourself.

And this is the Scala
Company. It's a complete sell-out.

But I'm fairly important now, you see.

I can wangle a few tickets if I have to.

So, if I pick you up here about
half an hour before... I'm sorry,

I didn't know you had company.

Stanley.

This is George Cowley, an old dear friend.

This is Stanley Langdon.
Stanley is my campaign manager.

Delighted to meet you, Mr Cowley.

Annie has often spoken about you.

How do you do?

Now I understand you'll be
looking after her for me.

Well, I'd like to talk to you
about that later, if I may.

I'm sure your security
arrangements are first class,

but it would help if I
could know about them too.

My office door is always
open to you, Mr Langdon.

To both of you.

Well, it was good to see you, Annie.

You're going so soon?

We've both got a pretty
full schedule ahead of us.

I'll see you again before I go.

Perhaps. Oh, Mr Landon, I've got a
couple of tickets for the opera here.

I won't be able to use them myself.

Maybe you and Annie would like
to... We won't have the time.

Anyway, opera...

We neither of us care for it.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Do you think she suspects?

No, she feels totally safe.

I don't mean about that.
Does she suspect about us?

No, Annie believes only what she wants
to believe. There are many similarities.

Similarities?

You are beautiful, just beautiful.

We're going to make her
the martyr of the decade.

Like Kennedy or Christ.

Or Peron.

They, all of them, their
influence was greater after their death.

I suppose that's what martyr really
means, a new beginning, stronger.

Like phoenix rising up from
the ashes. Yeah, I like that.

Annie Irving like a phoenix.

Dead, but... But her
soul goes marching on.

Stronger than before, richer.

And you, a spiritual leader.

Would you accept treasurer?

I'd better get back or
she'll be wondering where I am.

How will you do it?

I've been thinking about that.

Annie's death will have
to be an event in itself,

something so horrendous
that it will shock the world.

Do you reckon they were
childhood sweethearts, eh?

Cowley and Annie Urban.

They must be ten years older than
she is. Childhood sweethearts? Never.

Yeah, I reckon it's a story
there, though, don't you?

Eh?

Yeah.

Love unrequited, I think.

You're turning
sentimental, Polly. No, nosy.

And I'm also something of
an opportunist. Listen,

Cowley's got a file on us like that.

He even knows what side of the
bed we get out of. And whose bed?

Yeah, so it'd be nice to have something
over him, wouldn't it? Let's face it,

we don't know much about George Cowley.

Except he's the best
man I've ever worked for.

No, I'm not knocking his
virtues. I can list them

from A to B. Come on,
you know you like him.

Okay, so I like him. But
I'd like him even more

if you let us know a
little bit more about him.

You know, his Achilles heel.

More human.

What, human enough for
a child of sweetheart?

All right, the dates are wrong.
What about MI5? What about it?

Well, when he was in MI5, Annie could
have been the beautiful spy. You know,

hitched her up over a wall,
caught a glimpse of her knickers.

University. That's when he met her.

He was a major then.

Didn't finish his education, you
see, too busy fighting the bloody war.

As soon as it was over, he called up.

Went to university, and
that's when he met this Annie O.

She was a slip of a girl
then, but tough, very tough.

His Achilles heel. I
used to wonder about that.

And then one day I...

Ran into the tomb in the
pub down by the river.

Of course, the Major had no say
to him. I'd just been a corporal,

but it was allowed,
Charlie. Have a drink, Charlie.

And I watched the pair of them.

And I watched him watching her.

What happened, Charlie?

She's a woman, isn't she? And a tough one.

Funny, though, I once
helped carry him nearly

a mile over open
country with a broken leg.

Every step agony.

But it was nothing compared with
the hurt I saw when she left him.

What happened, Charlie?

I shouldn't have told you.

I wouldn't expect you to go chasing
up the wrong tree not understanding.

Now, you're not going to
go blabbing about this.

No.

Women.

These.

Will be distributed at least one
hour before her meeting begins.

Our march will start from the north
side, and the chant will be just one word.

Because the boys that
you buy in never seem

to be able to remember more than one word.

That word will be whore.

It's a very calculated word.

It's hard, it's easy to
shout and it's very insulting.

Insulting enough to
guarantee a physical retaliation.

Besides, anyone on our
side will know what we mean.

She's been married twice.

She's currently sporting a black paramour.

Frank, you will arrange a
spontaneous demonstration

outside the meeting place proper.

Rehearse your boys carefully in that.

Any questions?

Right.

And let us all make sure the fists fly.

Oh, terribly sorry.

They take it this is all in the cause
of land order? Something like that.

You see? Pockets.

Mr. Howard.

I have never seen that before.
It was planted. You planted it.

Did you see me plant that?

No.

He just bumped into me.
Well, you better look where

you're going, Anand. Come on, it's a bust.

Okay, wait outside.

Hello, George.

John.

Those boys of yours are very good.

Neatest plant I ever
experienced. I train them well.

As you did me.

Sit down.

Charlie, you haven't forgotten
that six bloody weeks of training?

That assault course?

I never will.

You pushed me, George.

You showed me what I
was really capable of.

Yes, I've got a lot to answer for.

Major Cowley, 16th Special Commando. A
long time ago. You were close then, George.

Really close.

You know, I've often thought if you'd
thrown in with me... With your bigotry?

No, John, you and I are
diametrically opposed.

I respect you as a soldier, but for
everything else about you, your ethics,

your politics, the emotions you engender,

I have a loathing of such
depth you could never measure it.

My lawyer will get me out, you know.

Eventually, after the
investigation has run its course.

Approximately one hour after
Annie Irvine's meeting is concluded.

Which prison do you
prefer to be remanded to?

You did me a favour or two during the
war, I'll not forget that. Which one?

Would Bedford be possible?

I could have food sent in.

As a matter of fact,
there's a rather nice little

restaurant nearby that... Bedford it is.

My demonstration will go on without me.

Yes, and I hate to admit it,
but without you it'll lack power.

It'll be a bomb without a fuse.

Miss Irvine's chair should be
well forward, centre of the stage.

I prefer it to be offstage. Almost
anybody could shoot it from back there,

you know. Never mind.
We'll have a man up there.

Bodie will take the circle, and
I'll be right here in the front row.

What about when she comes
out into the audience? Out?

She always does, to meet the people.

It's part of her... Act?

It's part of her humanity, her bonhomie.

She always comes down to meet
the people, to shake a few hands.

Well, one of those hands
could be holding a gun.

Hmm.

Adam and Eve wouldn't argue with that.

Cody!

Would you believe this
place has got a cellar? Yeah.

One link to the main drainage system, eh?

This is where you plan to
have it happen, isn't it?

I've organised meetings with them.

I've never martyred him.
I've never martyred him.

Until now.

You always manage to
cap me, you know that?

Ahead of my thoughts.

That's why I like you.

Like?

Not here.

You come highly recommended,
Mr. Hyman, but can you deliver?

Deliver what?

Oh, men who can keep their mouths
shut. Hungry men who will do anything.

Provided the price is right. Oh,
good. We understand each other.

Be easy. Very natural.

There's bound to be a
counter-demonstration. I'll exaggerate it, panic her,

get her to leave by the back
door. That's when you hit her.

Now, I'm buying a
spectacular death, Mr. Hymer.

So let your imagination have full reign,

and If her blood
should stay in that post of

her face out there,
that'd be good news too.

You're not a cannibal too, are you?

Can you do it, Hammer?

I can do it.

Excellent.

Mr Langdon, I need to know
how Miss Ervin plans to arrive.

Oh, her own personal car,
front entrance. Her own car.

That'll be something big and flashy, eh?

You'd prefer something more
anonymous, like an ordinary cab, perhaps?

Yeah, and through the back door.

Bodyguards.

The guarding of Annie Irvine's body, sir.

Our stakeout's planned.

Yeah, we're concentrating
on the close-quarter stuff.

The nearby nut with a
gun, individual killer.

I think the police should
take care of the mob. Yes.

Yes, that makes sense.

Thanks.

Glad to look after Annie for you, sir.

I'm looking for Billy Taylor.

Big Billy Taylor.

I'm Big Billy.

You are big, aren't you?

What of it?

Now then, I've got a job for you.
That's if you're interested in money.

Big money.

Almost as big as you. Let's walk.

What do you mean he's demanding to see me?

John Howard demanding?

Sir, it was very important... If he
thinks I'm going to trek out to Bedford Prison,

he's got another... He's here, sir.

Right outside the door.

See, we... He mentioned Nanny Irvine.

As her meeting's just a couple of
hours away, we... I'll bring him in.

Come in.

I'm glad you agreed to see me, George.

I think perhaps you'll be
glad too. You said important.

I had a visit from my lawyer.

He brought me some
news from one of my men.

He'd been out trying to drum
up some converts for my cause.

You mean find you a few more
bully boys? George, listen to me.

Someone beat him to it.

Another man.

Not drumming up a mob,
just a selected few.

The hardest, the heaviest, not
simply bully boys looking for a fight.

Killers, George.

All carefully chosen
for one particular task.

Annie?

I think so.

Why are you telling me?

Well, I owe you a few favours.

Besides, the last thing I
want is Annie Irving dead.

I'd be blamed immediately.
The backlash would destroy me.

Do you believe it?

Yes, sir, I believe I do.

Bowling? Yes, sir.

So do I.

My God, so do I. I'm obliged to you, John.

I still don't like you,
man, but I'm obliged to you.

Send him back.

Mr. Howard?

Hmm?

These men being hired, do
you know any more about them?

Not much.

What you'd expect?

Big, tough...

No sort of description
you could hang your hat on.

What will you do, sir?

Cancel the meeting.

She has to be made to cancel that meeting.

Cancel it?

Quite out of the question.

Annie.

No, no, no, no.

Not those flowers, dear. Take them away.
The flowers can only be red and white.

White to symbolise our cause, red to
remind people of the blood I shed for them.

Red and white.

Only red and white.

Annie, I've given you the facts.

You're expecting trouble.

We always expect trouble.

Men are being hired.

That too.

Well, it's happened before.

Not here, not in my territory.

I'm cancelling the meeting.

Can you?

I know your organisation is
omnipotent, a law unto itself,

but can you cancel my
meeting? Can you, Stanley?

Prevent free speech?

The media would eat him
alive. Well, that's my gamble,

but at least you have the
choice. What about your supporters,

the ordinary people who'll be sitting
out there? What about their safety?

If any can take it, so can they.

Otherwise, they shouldn't be here.

George? George?

I can remember a young
student who once got

his head bust open at a political meeting.

He was standing up for the
right of everyone to speak freely.

We were both a lot younger then, Annie.

Right, make yourself at home.

She turned it on.

Langton was right.

We can't stop the meeting. If we
did that, we'd be on Howard's side.

But there's something we can do.

Meeting takes place here, right?

Counter-demonstration will
probably use these streets.

That's a hell of a large area
to cover. Not going to cover it.

Got to make it an
empty area, a no-go area.

Get on to police
control, tell them to close

off the area here, here, here, and here.

Nobody gets in beyond those points.

There'll be a meeting, all
right, but nobody will turn up.

Testing, testing, one, two, three, four.

Testing, testing, one, two, three, four.

It's okay.

It's fine.

And please note, it is big.

But they'll be standing.

Oh, ten deep in the
aisles and even more outside.

It's wonderful.

You've done a wonderful job, Stanley.

For you.

Yes, for me. Stanley. Stanley.

Do you think George
Cowley was exaggerating

when he said there was
going to be trouble?

No more than the usual extremists,

and I'm sure the police
and George could handle it.

Oh, George.

Poor George.

You never did tell me about him, did you?

No, I never did, did I?

I must go and get changed.

That's her.

Mind you, with her face
plastered over half the town,

you'd hardly fail to
recognize her, could you?

Not even you.

Not yet. Not quite yet.

So, how are things?

Not good.

There's a big crowd building up in the
northeast sector. A big, ugly crowd.

Who's running that sector? Patterson.

Carly to Patterson. Come in.

Yes, sir. Over.

Everything all right? Over.

Well, we've got the for
Annie Irvings and the against.

And at the moment,
they're too busy skirmishing

with each other to give us much trouble.

Well, let's hope it stays that
way. Keep in touch. You too.

Over and out. Yes, sir.

OK?

OK.

Well, it's working. An Ogo area.

Listen.

It started.

Carly to Patterson. Come in, Patterson.

Come in.

What's happening?

They've started on us now.

Bad?

I've seen worse, sir.

There's more people than we expected.

More people than we were prepared for.

Well, do your best. Over and out.

Well, the police will hold them.

They'll get their heads kicked in,
then they'll kick a few heads in,

and tomorrow the papers will
be full of police brutality.

I hope they hold them. I hope so, too.

I'm going over to check Patterson's
position for myself. You stay close to Annie.

Miss Ervin, take good
care of her. Yes, sir.

What's wrong?

The meeting's cancelled.

Because of them? We've faced mums before.

Because of Carly. The whole area's
sealed off. No one's getting through.

Who told you?

Doyle.

Why has he done it?

For your own good, Miss Ervin.

He cancelled my meeting.

Not exactly. The meeting can still go on.

It's just that some people are
finding it hard getting here.

But we're here. We're people.

We'd like to hear your speech. Isn't
that right, Ray? Absolutely right.

Yes, we'd like to be swayed to the
paths of peace and righteousness.

I'll never forgive him for this. Never.

That might just make you even.

Mightn't it?

It's none of your damned business.

It's bloody hell, sir. Can you hold them?
Well, I've got a good set of blokes here,

but we're taking a hell of a hammering.

I've ordered up reinforcements. Well,
they'd better get here damn quick, sir.

Doyle, there could be a breakthrough.

I'm on my way back to you now, but
don't wait for me. Get Annie Irvine clear.

Pick her up and carry her if you have to.

Do the best you can, eh? Yes, sir.

Forward right!

I'm not running.

Miss Irving.

I've faced a mob before, and
I've never run away from them.

I don't intend to run now.

Listen, Miss Irving,
there's a mob out there.

They're going to tear
you to pieces now. They've

just broken through. Annie, he's right.

This time you have to run.

Come on. I'll smuggle
her out the back way.

Tanner will cover you from the roof.
We'll hold the front and catch up with you.

It'll make a bigger story than any speech.

Do you hear that? I like a crowd.
You can lose yourself in a crowd.

You wait at the back.
I'll bring the car on.

It's the man on the roof.

All right.

It's all right, Mr. Irving.

I can see it from here.

Still a few blocks away.

Quiet!

Run, Mr. Irving! Run!

In the dressing room, bottom of
the trunk, there's a gun. Bring it.

Stanley!

They've lashed it up.

Those jokers I hired,
they've lashed it up.

Get the gun.

This way!

He's in there somewhere.

Well, let's get it in quick, eh? Hold it!

Hey, get up!

Every shot of Cupid, doll.
Anyone else want to try?

You, over there.

Right, drop everything.

Everything, including your pants.

Now, round the ankles is just fine.

Hands on heads!

You all right, Ray?

Yeah.

How'd I do?

You're gonna have to start using a
smaller caliber gun. Where's Annie?

I don't know. She's around
here somewhere. Miss Irvine?

Annie?

Over here, love.

You sure you're OK?

Arms broken.

Yeah?

Don't cross in front.

Listen, there's a wagon
back there. I'll get it, OK?

Ray?

I might pass out.

Look, I'll be a minute, OK? Yeah.

You manage? Yeah.

Brodie? Yeah?

Seen that one before.

Talking to Stanley.

Yeah.

Don't pass out.

Stay behind me, me servant, please.

They're pushing them back.

It's all over, Mr. Herman.

All right, sunshine, you can pass out now.

Where is he?

George Cowley.

Ah, wondered when you'd turn up.

Right, we'll take you to him.

Hello, sir.

Hello, sir, how are you?

Leave us.

Yes, of course.

I got hurt, Annie.

I'm sorry.

But like me, that's one of
the risks you take, isn't it?

Yes.

I'm going back to America,
George, on the 12.30 flight.

Well, it was nice of you to
think of dropping by to see me.

I had to see you, George.

It was Isla, you know.

She planned the whole thing.

No, Annie, she told...
No, she lied to you.

She implicated Stanley because
he's dead, because he can't deny it.

Annie, you and I know the real truth.

The real truth.

You killed Stanley.

He had a gun pointed at you.

What do you want me to say, George?

That you saved my life?

He had a gun pointed at you.

And you killed him for me.

But you hated him, didn't you, George?

You hated Stanley.

No, Annie.

That's the truth, isn't it,
George? That's the real truth.

Not because I hated him. Not
even because I envied him.

Will we see you again?

No.

I won't be coming back to this country.

Our police are wonderful.

Yes, wonderful.

But I won't be coming back.

What about George? What about Mr. Carley?

You knew him very well once, didn't you?

I never knew him at all.

But you can tell him one thing for me.

Goodbye.

Well, goodbye.

Great.

You going to tell him?

Me?

Oh, yeah. She asked you, you
know. Well, you were there, too.

Tell him what?

Siren.

Couldn't hear. Remember?

Anyway, he'd have enough problems
getting back on his own two feet. Yeah,

keeping us in line.
Exactly. So why tell him?

Tell him what?