All language subtitles for The Professionals - 2x06 - Rogue

Well, there's nothing in this
briefcase we can pin on Paul Calderson.

The photograph's useless without
Ballard's testimony. It was crazy,

completely crazy, letting him make his
own way in. It was part of the deal.

He insisted on coming in. No cops
picking him up, nothing like that. Well,

we're right back where we started.

No live witness, no line, and Paul
Culbertson, Mr. Clean, as usual.

We take him this time. We take him. Yeah!

Yeah! Hold it! Hold it!

That's dirty.

You know what's the matter
with you two, don't you? Yeah.

We're outnumbered.

Get up.

Yeah, sure, I'm getting up.

Just as soon as he promises
not to knock me down again.

Oh, I don't feel too bad about it.

You're good. Both of you. The best.

Then I got the drop on
you, psychologically.

Oh, yeah.

Shot your foot off.

Why?

Why what?

Why have you got the job on us?

Well, ask yourself a question.
Who trained you, taught you?

Of course, Alex Bolt
might know something. Bolt?

He worked with Ballard on and
off. They did time together.

What?

Well, it's worth having him in.

I'm surprised you waited, knowing you.

Are you, David?

Are you surprised?

Well, spell it out, George.

Culbertson knew about this little trip.

And? Well, who knew about Bavar?

Who knew he was coming in?

It's a pretty short list.

It was you as head of CI5,
me as head of Special Branch.

Had you discussed it with any of your
people? Oh, we'd made certain plans.

Refresher courses. Yeah, who
needs them? Everybody does. Oh, yeah.

Everybody does.

What?

You wouldn't hit an old man,
would you? You've got to be kidding.

He hit an old woman. I kick dogs.

Stop it!

Confidence, confidence, you see. A
while ago, you knew you couldn't take me.

In your subconscious,
you knew. And now, after

a refresher course, you think you can.

Think? Well, I got the drop on you
because you know I'm better. Oh, yeah.

And I got the drop on him
because he's an old softy.

He hasn't got the heart
to take his old mentor.

There's nothing soft about these, mate.

Oh, the paintbrush in one hand
and the gin and tonic in the other.

He does a bit of art on his side, you
know. Yeah, yeah. He's not bad at it either.

Get him.

Who's buying the breakfast, then?
You are. Oh, that's all right, then.

Yes, we put some time in me and the Major.

Cowley.

All right, Cowley, but to me,
George Cowley will always be the Major.

He was when I met him, you see.
Not career again. Oh, why not?

We were fighting for the flag
while you two were in your prams.

I tried to enlist, didn't I?
Yeah, his mum wouldn't let him go.

Hey, hold it here!

I want to get a paper.
Well, the ball's in your court.

Better luck with Alex Bolt. Yeah.

Back to the yard.

Life story time, eh?

Yeah. He's been around a
bit, old Barry Martin.

Recruit number one as far
as CI5's concerned, yeah?

The best laid plans have gone adrift this
time. A false beard in this day and age.

He would have been the
biggest informer in years.

A special branch were bringing him in.

But you can't force a man to
accept protective custody.

He has done a lot of time.
Obviously allergic to it.

He was allergic to bullets. Everyone is.

We could have flown
him down, convoyed him.

Oh, the criminal mind.

Do you?

Do you think there was a leak?

Who knows what Ballard
did at the other end.

A call to a trusted crony, that's
always a risk in the criminal fraternity.

A call to a girlfriend, that's risky too.

You don't think there was a leak this end?

What do you mean by
this end, Miss Pettiford?

Well, sir, special
branch, us, whoever knew.

We'll have to see about that.

Cowley to base.

Pass me through to Doyle or Bodine.

Cody, where are you? In the car.

I know you're in the
car, man. Whereabouts?

Uh, Bridge Road, sir.

Cody with you?

Yeah. And you're alone?

Yes, sir, we are alone.

I want you to pick up Alex Bolt
at flat 39 Great Marsden Mansions.

Yes, sir. Then if you've got it, confirm.

You want us to go and pick up Alex
Bolt at 39 Great Marsden Mansions, sir.

Thank you, Doyle. That's now, is it, sir?

It is now, right now.

This is Alex Bolt.
Should we expect any trouble?

Only from me if you don't bring him in.

Miss Pettifer, would you say that
Doyle can be a wee bit obtuse at times?

Contrary, sir.

I would have said alarmingly perceptive.

Would you know.

And what about the
other one, Master Booty?

That one's fairly
impenetrable, but he doesn't miss a thing.

Aye.

Sorry about that.

We lost out on breakfast.

That's all right, we'll take a rain
check. He's got a call. Anyone in to see? Nah,

it sounds pretty routine.

Better pick up some guy called Bolt.

Bolt?

Alex Bolt, is that?

Well, I know.

Oh, no, not personally, anyway.

I had a couple of bets on
the Greyhounds last night.

Both out of the frame.

Oh, never mind. We'll take you home.

I'll stick with you.

Come along for the ride.

Checking up on us, eh?

Could be.

I reckon our old mentor believes
we can't handle the real thing.

This looks like it. No, not that one.
Yeah, you are. Great Marsden Mansion.

Fire escape?

Yeah, bound to be.

Why do they want him anyway? I don't know.

Cowley didn't say.

Rob's place is top floor right.

My chance to prove I'm not rusty.

You two take the
front. I'll take the rear.

All those stairs,
you'll knock yourself out.

We'll give you a head start.

What about a lift engineer?
How do you know there's a lift?

That's the point.

Sorry to trouble you,
madam, it's the plumber here.

It's about the leak in number 32. Is
that the one above you? Yes, it is.

I see the talent's not answering.
We wondered if you could let us in.

Thank you.

See? No rest.

All right, Mr. Marples.

Good morning. Good
morning. Nice pair of eyes. Eyes?

Yeah, clear blue for the Eastern Promise.

I thought you were a leg man.

Hello, Alex.

Handle the lino, son.

He saw me, saw me
outside of the fire script.

I tried to take him, but he had a
knife. Well, look, you can see for yourself.

What do we tell Cowley?

Everything. Tell me everything.

Not much to add to what you
already know. What about Martin?

Oh, looked worse than it was.
He's gone to hospital. Yeah,

Prince of Wales Hospital.
It's a straight sewing job.

Tell me, whose idea was it that
Martin should take the fire escape?

It just happened that way.

No, it was his idea, sir.

Who was this Bolt, anyway?
That's not important now.

So why all the questions, sir?

Questions?

What questions?

Do you consider yourselves...

Exempt from questions?

No, sir.

All right, that's all.

And Doyle, next time
you tell me you're alone,

include anyone stopping off to buy
newspapers, even if it is one of our own.

If you hadn't gone in like
gangbusters, you might have picked him up alive.

All right.

Two dead witnesses, and
Culbertson's as free as the wind.

He smuggles narcotics by the
kilo and immigrants by the dozen,

and we know he's
working for the Commissars.

We can't nail him.

That's what it's all about.

Poor Culbertson.

Red millionaire.

Barry Martin, please.

Right, thank you very much.

Now, who's gonna put who on the floor?

I could handle you two with
one arm top down my back.

Yeah, you took care of Bolt, didn't you?

Still picking up the pieces. All
here till it was come quietly.

Thank you.

What was it all about, anyway?

Well, it's tied in
somewhere with Paul Culbertson.

The red plutocrat.

Political top drawer.

Something like that.

Cowley wants him real bad.

What did the old man have to say?

Well, he's not very pleased.

Seems to think if we
hadn't got him mob-handed,

we'd have picked him up
with no trouble at all.

Do you fancy a drink?

Well, shall we take you home?
Well, let's have one at my place.

I want to get this shirt
off and clean up a bit.

All right. You sure?

Of course I'm sure. I've got
a basket case yet, you know.

Don't be going dancing, though. Eh?

Johnson saw you in a disco the other
night. Putting some down with a young lady.

I can still get it together.
Yeah, baby, let it all hang out.

I meant to tell you
about that, by the way.

Your shirt.

The old man Barry Martin
must be quite a handful.

Oh, yes, is that all right?

You'd certainly want him in
your side in a roughhouse.

Well, he is on our side, isn't he?

If you're about to pop the
question, the answer is yes.

He was at the briefing when the
Ballard business was discussed.

What about Potey and Doyle?

No, no, they were on an assignment.

But Martin's above suspicion.

I didn't quite catch that, George.

Is above suspicion or was above suspicion?

Bit down market, isn't it,
for a man about town image?

Serves its purpose. Oh, you wait
till you get inside, you'll love it.

Bird Fuller's paradise. Got the hi-fi,
the king-size bed, automated drinks.

Told you I like one of those
talking adenoids. Androids.

That's what I said in the sci-fi movies.

Uh, my birthday.

Hello, Maggie.

What have you done now? Working you wrong?

No, no, no. Had a
little running with someone.

Oh, Bodie, Doyle, Maggie. My
best friend this time. Hi.

How do you do? You two in on this?

Oh, sort of. We were a fraction late.

Look, take the boys to the Blue Anchor.

I'll go in and change, get rid of
the gore, and I'll join you later.

Okay. Two good-looking
fellas can't be bad.

Need any help?

No, you go ahead, I'll manage.

Come out of there and come out slowly.

Culbertson, you're taking a chance,
aren't you? You took a chance this morning,

didn't you? I'll give you a tip.

When you find a gun easily, assume
you're supposed to look for another one.

It's merely a precaution.

I didn't want you to jump to conclusions
when you came in and start blasting away.

You underestimate me.

I think first and blast later.

Do you?

What about Ballard?

Did you think then?
Yeah, more than you know.

Steve Ballard was as weak as water.

Could have hung us all. Possibly.

But if you told me that he was coming
in, I could have put out a contract.

There wasn't time for
that. Well, the system's fine.

You put out a contract, it gets passed
down the line. Five or six guys take money.

And the one who gets the job has a
photo and a shooter, and he does the deed,

and he doesn't know who he's
stopping or why. Marvelous.

No motive, no get caught.

Well, there wasn't time for that.

When Cowley, my boss, told us
the score, I had to work fast.

It could have been arranged. Ballard was
arriving with evidence he could back up.

I too, the initiative. Commendable.

But considering that you
personally were not implicated...

When I went on the check with you, I
didn't know you were in bed with the Reds.

All I was to do was to
give you the nod when

anyone got close on your smuggling capers.

But it's a lot bigger
than that, and you know it.

They all want you covers.

I'm my boss, most of all.

I'm a realist.

If they bring you down,
you're gonna take everyone

with you. Possibly. This
way, you owe me a bonus.

A large bonus.

More money to spend on your young lady.

What happened to your arm?

Ah, no, it won't. Well, it's bleeding.

You really shouldn't go
rolling around the floor.

Not in your condition.
I was self-inflicted.

I had some jotting up to do after Ballard.

Had to take care of Bolt,
too. What? Ah, don't worry.

It was on the opener. Worry?

Initiative is one thing.

Wholesale slaughter is
another. Well, you're in the clear.

There's nothing that's tied to you?
No. Bolt is tied in with Ballard,

and Ballard with me. I
know what I'm doing.

I hope so.

I really hope so.

Barry's got this thing about a
little island in the sun somewhere.

Or a little grey home in the west.

Come on, he's not that old.

He was in service in the tropics, and I
think he rather fancies that scene again.

What about you? What do you fancy?

Me? I like it here for the moment.

Good. I'm glad you're going to be around.

So is he, for a long time.

I see.

That's a nice car you've got.

I'm glad you like it.

You like the bright lights?

It's a chat-up on the interrogation.

It's a chat-up.

I wouldn't let him bother you.
He can't resist trying it on.

He landed on his left side,
ribs penetrated, lungs and kidney.

Considerable bone breakage.

Messy, huh?

I've seen what?

Is there anything not
consistent with the form?

Well, now that you mention it...

Around the throat here,
the bruising, very severe.

Consistent perhaps with a blow to the
throat, karate chop, something like that?

Yes.

A blow like that could
choke a man to death if we were

given time to die and not heave
through a window. Quite possibly.

I'll have to clean my own doorstep.

What?

No thinking allowed, that's all.

Thank you, Doctor.

Is it still hurting?

Getting a bit stiff, that's all.

Why don't you let me change a bandage?

It's okay, don't fuss.

Now leave that, I'll clear up.

I think I'll turn it
anyway. Where's this lousy arm?

Can you get back all right?

I got here all by myself, didn't I?

You look terrible.

Well, thanks.

Is there anything else wrong?

No.

Are you sure I can't stay the night?

I'm sure.

Okay.

Spend the night with that
instead, see if I care.

You're a good kid, Meg.

Good at what?

Thanks for the mail.

Thank you.

Major.

Can I come in?

Sure.

Nobody's more welcome, you know that.
All right, see you at the door then.

I was just going to turn
in. My arm's playing up.

Would you like a drink, Major?

Why?

Why did you do it? Do what?

I've got no favorites, you know that.

But you were my first choice.

I thought of you immediately
when I was asked to form the squad.

The devil you know, eh, sir?

The devil, I didn't
know quite well enough.

Oh, remember this, Major?

Taken just after we blew up the bridge.

You were pinned down in a hell of a
mess, and me and Jack Turner, crazy Jack,

charged that machine gun post.

Yes, I remember.

Well, you would have done
the same thing for animals.

Without thinking.

Why?

Well, maybe I took a leaf out of
your book. What does that mean?

OK.

Maybe I've broken the rules.

But that's what you've been doing. All
your life, sir. I break the bad rules,

the stupid rules, but not the good ones.

They can never be broken.

Look at that photo.

Look at me, just a kid.

And now look at me.

I'm getting old, Major.

Aren't we old? And what have I got?

Nothing.

I've killed men in just about every
country you can name. This one, too.

And today. Who cares about the
bolts and ballads of this world?

Not you, Major.

Not even you. It's time we
left. You're taking me in.

Is that it?

You let me down, but in
some way, I share the blame.

Because I chose you.

My only excuse is I... I
chose you for what you were.

Not for what you've become.

If you must know, I did what I did
to get out of this kind of place,

to get some money, to get away a long,
long way away and to start living. Let's go.

Won't you give me a break, Major?

I already have.

But you let me down.

You could turn a blind eye.

Give me a half-hour
start, for old time's sake.

I didn't think you would.

That's one of the good
rules, isn't it, Major?

Okay.

You all right?

How is he?

Rough. Is he in here? Yeah. Can't go in.

There's half the
medical staff in there now.

What happened?

How should I know? They told me the
same as they told you. Get here, fast.

Yeah.

It had better be important. It is.

I told you never to come here. There
was nowhere else to go. All right,

what is it you want, Martin?

I'm blown.

They know about Ballard and Bolt.

Oh, that's very unfortunate.

I want out. Obviously.
And I need your help.

My help?

How can I help you? Now look,

I've been sticking my neck out for you
for almost a year. You're well paid for it.

Not now, Sean.

Tell mother I'll be out in a moment.

I want a one-way ticket.

Out of here.

Oh, I see.

Now, you'd like to take a little
cruise? Right on the nose. Well,

strange as it may seem, under the
circumstances, you're in luck, Martin.

I do have a ship, the
Polestar. Sails from London Sea

dock at dawn. Where's she headed?

Does it matter?

No, it doesn't really, does it?

No.

If you will present yourself to
Captain Koulakis just before she sails,

I will have made the arrangements. Thanks.

I appreciate it.

And I acknowledge your debt.

I'm sure you won't be offended if
I ask you to show yourself out.

Your presence, to say
the least, disturbs me.

Captain Koulakis, please.

Koulakis?

Culberson here.

You'll be having a
passenger in the morning.

Martin.

Barry Martin.

I want you to see that
he's well taken care of.

You can go in now.

But only for a minute. Right.

I'm going.

And anymore?

Sir.

Mr Cowley.

Doyle.

Is that Doyle?

Yes.

Where's Bodie?

Right here, sir.

Have to... have to
keep our doorstep clean.

Martin.

Sergeant Martin.

Martin's gone bad.

Mothered Ballard and Bolt.

Tried to kill me.

Find him.

Find him.

Have to work fast before the
other departments take over.

Importantly...

We clean our own doorstep.

We understand, sir.

You get some rest, eh?
He was my first choice.

I chose him.

Get him.

Martin.

Barry Martin.

Never believed it, never.

You heard what the man said?

Before the other departments take over.

Let's pick him up.

We've been sockered
beautifully right from the off.

All that being a major guff.
Yeah, bloody near killed him.

So much for a spready car. Well,
you're the army man, all for one.

Anyone hear anything? No.
If they did, they decided

it was none of their
business. Come, sweetheart.

Well, they left in a
hurry, as you might expect.

Took some of his things, though.

This place is a regular armory.

Bathroom, take behind the bowl.

Chinese takeaway. Yeah.

Hey.

What was Maggie's second name?

Dunno, didn't get it.

What about when you
were chatting her up? No.

Not even her phone number?

Leave off, will you?

Oh, very good.

Come on. Come on! We're closed! Eh?

We're closed! No open 24 hours! Yeah,
I know that. Just come down with it.

What's that?

Come down, take a look.

What do you want?

Look, sorry to wake you.

Bully?

Yes, I'm sold out.

Do you know this girl?

I'll take a look.

Very nice girl. Pretty. Yeah,
I know, but do you know her?

Yes.

Like a customer.

You don't know where she lives, do you?

Sometimes she collects,
sometimes we deliver. Beautiful.

That's about as many.

There we go.

And you?

Never far apart.

Can we talk?

What about?

What, let us in?

Give us a coffee?

It's a bit early, isn't it?

What do you want?

To talk.

About your boyfriend.

Oh, he's not here.

Didn't say he was, did we? No.

Come on, Maggie, open up. Might
think you're hiding something.

Well?

You're made up nice and early.

Coming out?

Yes, I am.

With Barry?

Hardly, in his state of health.

How is he?

Well, when I left him yesterday, his
arm was still playing up very badly.

Yesterday?

You like your fresh air?

Barry provided all this, did he?

No, he did not.

So what do you do for bread?

I manage. Does this go
on all the time in CI5?

Dormitory checks on all the girlfriends?

I think someone's been
playing it a bit rough.

I really must get on.

Okay, let's go. There was a
bandage in the kitchen. Dodgy or not,

he went over the balcony.

I've got the number.

You gave me a tip. Ones always give a
spare car. So? So I know where it is.

SJB-150G. Three-seven to
base. That's it. SJB-150G.

Okay, let's take him.

They've got him.

Head straight.

That's the I-5, right? Yeah. Well, he
says he's with you. One of your lot.

Yeah, he was once. Oh, God.

Hello, Mr. Doyle. Tell
them. Tell them I'm with you.

You remember me, don't you, Mr.
Doyle? I'm Geronimo, Mr. Martin's contact.

You saw Barry? Yeah, about half hour ago.

I'm on a job for him. He
asked me to drive this

car around. Nowhere special, just around.

Yeah, all right, Geronimo.

Sorry, false alarm.

Any bright ideas? I was
just going to ask you.

Well, you know the man. What would you do?

Well, if I was Barry...

I'll take the white Mini.

And on the assumption that
lightning never strikes twice... Go home.

Well, that was a thought.

Well, he can't keep running
forever. He's got a hole up sometime.

They all skip the country.

Paul Culbertson.

If you can import it,
you can export it as well.

Why should I know where
he is, Mr. Dorn? I haven't

got the time to explain, Mr. Culbertson.

Excuse me, I want to phone my lawyer.

You don't mind?

Ray.

I shouldn't bother Mr. Culbertson.

It'd be a shame to spoil his sleep.

Yeah, it's a bit early in the
day for legal night, it is.

Maggie.

You're not coming.

What do you mean I'm not coming?

Look, I'm going to be playing
catch-as-catch-can for the next year of my life.

I'll send for you.

Barry, I...

No, don't do anything about
delaying the sailing time.

Don't give any
indication that we're moving in.

Just a straightforward check
on the sailing, okay? Out.

Too keen. It's always the same.

Too keen.

Bodie?

Yeah? Looks like they're
getting ready to sail.

I know.

You think he's aboard?

Could be. I don't know.

If he is and he sees
us, he's gonna cry off.

We better wait till they
hoist the ladder up then, Jack.

Jack? Who's Jack? Where did he creep in?

Just a figure of speech, old chap.

Beep.

Well, the other half of the double act.

So you finally caught up
with me. You're a good teacher.

Too good if you ask me. No one's asking.

Put your hands on your
head, slowly. Otherwise, what?

I'll kill you. No way, Bodhi.

As I told you before, I've got
the drop on you, psychologically.

You counting on that?

I'm counting on it. Take him!

I never shot him.

He came from the ship.

Seems someone else wanted him dead.

Well, you did well, with
a little outside help.

The captain admitted the
killing and implicated Culbertson.

How thieves fall out, eh?

I had him in my sights.

Aye.

I had him in my sights, and
I couldn't pull the trigger.

I should throw the book at
you too, Albert, I can't.

In that position, I'm not sure
that I would have done either.

Well, your grapes are very welcome, but
it's my whiskey I've been waiting for.

Yeah, well, we didn't bring any.

You didn't bring... But I
asked you, I specifically

asked you to bring...
Doctor's orders, sir.

Yeah, hospital rules. Oh,
you know my views on that.

Some rules are just
made to be broken. It's

just stupid rules, sir, not the good ones.

Oh no!