All language subtitles for The Professionals - 3x05 - The Madness Of Mickey Hamilton

It's as sad as we hate.

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Look, I'm sorry I've told you.
I'm not a nine-to-five guy, OK?

I know that.

Look, everyone's looking.

He's in there? Yes, he's in
there. All right, thank you.

Abraham's in Jackson,
his chauffeur. Right.

So who's Abraham when he's at home?

I don't know about when he's
at home, but when he's here,

he's the Babuisian ambassador.

Oh, I see Shannon's arrived.

Who's that?

Name's Pat.

Oh, I see. Where'd you find her?

She's my plumber, you know.

Oh, yeah. Came to fix my ask band.

Look, I'm not very well
up on African affairs.

Who's got an interest
in killing some jacks?

I don't know. Maybe
Cowley's got something on him.

It's got to be high, hasn't it?

Well?

It doesn't make sense, sir.
Never make the sense right now.

Let's get out for the people
involved. I just picked this up from MI6.

A list of possible
terrorist groups who'd like to

stir up trouble between
Bambuesi and the West.

Check them out.

Make sure there's a
round-the-clock guard in Saint-Jacques.

If these people want him dead
badly enough, they'll maybe try again.

You working with us, then?

No, you're working with us.

How'd you work that out?

We got here first.

I've already organized a guard and a
staker. It's not a race, you know.

Maybe.

But there's points in it
at the end of the day.

Oh, I see. Yes, yes. Well, you need
all the ones you can get, don't you?

Don't ask me, love. I'm just a policeman.

I hope there's a lift. Oh.

All right, Shannon, you
can get the forensic boys

up here. We scored it
right. What would you do?

They've paid you some bread.

Dirty bills in a
suitcase at Geneva Airport.

So we scratched the pros?

Less than only one.

It's got to be a first-time amateur,
leaving all these traces. The trouble is,

it just makes it harder to find
them. Tell you what we have forgotten.

What?

The girls.

Oh.

No, don't get excited.
Look at him. I can tell.

It's goodbye, girls. Give
you a ring soon. Duty calls.

If we're lucky, we'll get a
lift home in the squad car.

I'm sorry, we'll have to take
another round. If you want a ride back,

I'll get the sergeant to
give you a lift, okay?

Mick?

It's me, Kay.

Look, I know you're in there.
How could the chain be on, eh?

Mick!

I'm running out of patience with
all this carry-on of yours. Mick!

That's better.

Come on, a bit of shopping
done, don't you? A bit of cleaning?

No, no, I'm managing. Look,
you don't have to bother.

The best thing is to stay away
from me and let me get on with you.

Oh, this is managing, is it?

I think you enjoy giving me
all this extra work, don't you?

Look.

Why is this locked?
What have you got in here?

Never you mind.

Look, nobody asked you to come up
here. You'd rather be forced your way in.

Mrs. Costa, he needs looking after. Do you

think you can cope? That's what they said.

And that's what I'm trying to do.

I'm trying to cope with you and
all your crazy moods and ideas.

Listen, Kay.

Nick, you've got to learn
to live in the present.

Think about the future, forget the past.

That's what I'm doing.

Maybe I'll stop these
things happening again.

But is it right?

Of course it is. If you try, do your best.

I don't think you understand.

Oh, no.

Well, I do understand you've got to eat.

So I'll go down to the shops and stock
you up, and I'll come back here and tidy up.

You shouldn't be here on
your own brooding, should you?

Kay, listen... No, you listen to me.

You come and eat with us tonight.

And then we'll think
about what to do next.

Perhaps you should move
in with me and Vic again.

Like you did after
what happened to Maureen.

I wanted to speak to your governor.

Mr. Lemon, some
trouble is here to see you.

Hey, I don't want no trouble, Mr. Doyle.

That's a good fella.

I don't think I do either.

I want Sylvester.

Well, why would I know where
he is? I ain't seen him today,

and don't see him every day. Isn't
this the day he collects his, um,

what do you call it? Insurance, eh?

Public relations. Public relations, yeah.

Well, when he shows, tell
him to look me up, will he?

What's the trouble? There's no trouble.
Just might know something I want to know,

that's all. Nobody needs to get
hassled, unless he doesn't look for me.

Well, suppose he don't show here today.

Then you just get out and look for him.

Otherwise, I might have
to get a bit naughty.

All round.

Hello, Frank.

Beat it. Don't remind me of the old days.

Not so old for you, eh, Frank?

You know, a little bird tells me that...

You just got back from Babuizi last week.

You guys check everybody
in and out of the country?

Yeah, people like you,
Frank. Like you used to be.

Now you're legal. Don't make one
thing wrong, another thing right. Help.

Here, a large whiskey.

What's this?

Old home week?

Giving a party?

Welcome home, Frank.

Someone tried to score
Abraham Saint-Jacques today.

You think I did?

Look at me.

I can't even fire a cat pistol.

Welcome home, Frank.

Give me the latest on these names. I
don't understand it, pal. What's in it for me?

Well, I'll tell you what.

I'll stop talking about the old days.

None of this makes any sense.

Why did anybody want to kill Saint-Gilles?

I hear you're looking for me.

So you finally had enough?

Decided to play it smart at last.

Cut yourself in on something easy, Fred.

Just want a few minutes of your time.

Then you can go back to work.

Man, I wish I didn't owe
you. Won't cost you anything.

A few friends, maybe.
Friends? What friends?

Tell me about Abrahams and Jake.

We're from the same village.
We went to the same school.

He's in no action. He's straight, man.

He's a big will in the diplomatic or
something. You ought to know that.

I know. He was hit this morning.

Well, they could try again. Either
way, we've got to try and stop them.

Why'd it happen, Silv?

Who pulled the trigger?

And most important, who paid him to.

He's not important enough.

It doesn't make sense.

Look, my seal.

But I would have had a sniff if any
of the radical brothers were in on it.

These guys needn't be pros. They could
be fanatics. I'll check it out, though.

Always had a kind of patriotic
feeling for the old country.

Okay, I'll catch you later.

I thought he was troubled.

He is.

All the time.

You get used to it.

Home office blank, MI6 blank.

What about the streets? Blank, or
you'd have heard from us, wouldn't you?

Your people are reliable.
They can't afford not to be.

Not with what we let them get away with.

Look, my theory is this. You
know, this doesn't make sense.

Maybe it's not political at all. That's
right. Something in St. Jack's private life.

Go and find out.

That's not our department.

Why not let the local boys
handle it if it's not political?

We don't know it isn't,
so we are handling it.

That's the way the top brass want it,
that's the way I want it. Get it? We get it.

So go and see Saint-Jacques.

And smarten yourselves up a bit.

Cowley. Sir Shannon, have
you got anything for me?

We've got the gun. So
give me the serial number.

Just look at me.

So, this was your old beat, was it?

Yeah, I started out here.

Must have been great for
your arrest record. I mean,

we could have made two
drug busts and nailed that

beauty on a 217 while we've been waiting.

Who's the ADVAC?

My partner.

Seen him somewhere.

In a combat jacket.

Yeah, more than likely.

Scratch these names.

Not exactly clean, but
there's no way any of

them were in on this Saint-Jacques thing.

And that's official.

Target 2 check in.

Target 2 in position.

Dr. Rees, please go to Westboro.

The one that grew irises?

Yellow irises.

The yellowest irises in all the world!

Right.

How's the wife taking it?
I don't know. Want a game?

Got a call. Booked at 1.30. Your run.

Yes? Excuse me.

You are a doctor. Yes.

There's no reason, no reason.

I don't understand. Is there
anyone or an organisation with

connections here with an
interest in seeing you dead?

Maybe there are some
people who wouldn't bother

to send a wreath if I stepped under a bus.

You didn't step under a
bus, Mr. Saint-Jacques.

Feels like I did.

Ah, Dr. Norris, I've got the x-rays.

Can you hang on while I look at them?

I've got to give these to
Dr. Lee. I'll come back.

Yes, of course.

Nobody at Sylvester has already
given a clean bill of health.

A complete waste of our time.

Remember, don't let them
plague you with their property.

Call a psychiatrist, if you can get one.

You have a job to do. Get them out, one
way or another, as quickly as possible,

for their own good and
for the good of everyone.

And never get personally involved.

Until Thursday, then.

Dr. Dyson's been shot.

Crash call, gents lavatory.

Dr. Norris, Dr. Lee asked...

It makes sense.

Crash call, Gents Laboratory.

Crash call, Dr. Norris's
office. There's one on already.

Dr. Norris is badly hurt. He's been shot.

Doctor?

No complaint with Maiden
Saint-Jacques at all? No, sir.

You made one thing your sake up front.

Somebody just walked in and did this.

Under your very noses.

You had 15 men in this
building. What were they doing?

Same as your lot, guarding Saint-Jacques.

Did you see anybody walk in or out?

No.

Well, yes, hundreds of people.

Ordinary visitors.
Precisely, an ordinary visitor. Now,

this place is full of
patients, porters, orderlies, nurses.

But he's interested in one kind of victim.

Doctors?

Exactly.

Yeah, well, either way, it
doesn't involve us anymore.

No way this is political.

Dax was just in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

Oh, no, we've taken enough stick already.

However you slice it,
it's up to us to nail this

maniac before he gets any
other clever ideas. All of us.

If I get my hands on the bastard who
did this, I'll do more than nail him.

He's sick. It'd have
to be to do this. Yeah.

If I get to him first, he's gonna be a
lot sicker. I won't bring them back, will it?

Dear Mr. Hamilton, I've tried to
telephone you without success.

I'm sorry that I have
therefore to tell you by letter that

your daughter Cathy has
taken a turn for the worse.

Will you please come and visit her
as soon as possible? Yours sincerely,

Sister Agatha, Reverend Mother.

Now we'll see if there's any connection.

Nothing and dabs.

Whoever he is, he's a first-timer
as far as fingerprint records go.

I've got a link with both weapons,
training center, lodgement. Lodgement?

Yeah, looks like our
bloke's an ex-soldier.

Mr. Hamilton.

Hello.

We tried to phone you, but they said
that I... Temporarily out of order.

Didn't pay the bill.

Perhaps it would have been
better for Cathy if you had.

Can I see her?

It was inevitable.

You've always known.

But she can't see me.

There's nothing I can
say to make it any easier.

Except perhaps when it happens,

she'll just slip quietly away
to where there's no pain ever.

Her soul's as blessed as hers.

She shouldn't have been this way.

If only... There's a reason.

An ultimate meaning, I'm sure.

Oh, yes, there's a reason.

They didn't care, did they?

Her mum is just another
woman having a baby, that's all.

Nothing special.

Nothing to get worked up about, was there?

So, they didn't make
enough preparations, did they?

They didn't try hard enough.

When things started to go wrong, did they?

That's the reason, isn't it?

That doctors... Statistically,

Cathy and children like
her represent a minute

percentage of all births in this country.

Do they?

Yeah, well...

That makes me even more
determined to do the right thing.

I'm sure you will.

Really?

It's all you can do.

Soldier on.

Soldier on.

I will, sister.

Thank you.

Now remember, this is what you
might call the friendly side.

This is the unfriendly side.

Place the device carefully, with the
unfriendly side facing towards the enemy.

Now take cover.

Move!

You don't have to look very hard or even
have great powers of imagination to see

what happens if you're standing anywhere
near a broadsword mine when it goes up.

It discharges at an enormous
velocity, over 1,000 ball bearings,

any one of which can kill at up to a
range of 200 yards. Now, pay attention.

And you don't even have to tread on it.

This device is detonated
by radio remote control,

as easily as changing
channels on a television.

All right, dismissed.

Dismissed!

Here are the reports.

You remember, don't you, Sergeant?

That was all of three years ago, sir.

I was still taking an instructor's exams.

I was working as a clerk in the
Arsenal. You weren't very good, were you?

Spotted it, didn't I? The
system's adequate for defeating

large-scale thefts of arms and explosives,

but small stuff like that
goes in and out all the time.

Recruits lose their equipment.

Every six months we drag the swamp and
come up with an amazing collection. Yeah,

thanks, Captain. We
haven't lost any tanks yet,

but this still adds up
to quite a haul. I mean,

M25s, A45s, broadsword
mines, two dozen lost.

And the inquiry
established nothing positive.

Every man on the base at the
time was cleared of all suspicion.

We concluded, therefore, it
was an old boy, so to speak.

Someone who knew the camp
intimately could sneak through security.

There was no way we could follow up on
every man who'd served here. Yeah, well,

maybe we can. I want a list of
everyone who has served here,

left the service or been transferred,
say, six months prior to the theft.

That'll be like hunting for a
needle in a haystack. That's right.

Some needle.

Time to feed the baby.

Looks like the day-to-day
reporting of the Hundred Years' War.

Not only 90 years, though.

It's all the people who died in
that hospital in the last ten years.

Will you have this fed by
the time Bodie gets back?

If he's coming on foot.

A link between a hospital
patient and a soldier at Larchmont.

Ask it what the odds are.

In other words, lousy.

But you could be right.

Why else would he go back to the
hospital again if the building itself,

something that happened
there, isn't the reason?

Maybe he's got a death wish.

I noticed. He wishes some doctor's
dead and makes his wish come true.

No, seriously. I mean, the
way he just walked in there,

walked out there in broad
daylight. Damn it, that helped him.

Nobody expects that sort
of atrocity to happen.

It's as if the sheer
enormity of the thing made him...

He's looking for a comparable punishment.

He wants to get caught.

He wants to do it. He doesn't want to
do it. It's a fairly common syndrome.

I've come across it before.

Okay, okay, a wee bit less
Freud and a lot more action.

Sure. I think we've got another
problem now. Like what? Oh, well,

you don't want to hear it, do you?

It's just more Freud. Like what?

Like what's he gonna do next.

Hello. Hello, Father.
It's, uh, Mickey Hamilton.

Remember?

Yes, yes, of course. I'm
glad you're here after so long.

Father, the Lord giveth,
and the Lord taketh away.

Isn't that right?

Yes, yes.

Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord.

Do you wish me to hear your confession?

Have you committed some sin?

It's not what we do.

It's why we do it. I mean, is
it a sin to try to save life?

To prevent suffering?

No, of course not.

Even if other people
suffer in the process?

Sometimes we have to be cruel to be kind.

Remember too, we can
also kill with kindness.

Is that a sin?

To kill with kindness?

Is a figure of speech a sin?

I can hardly say it is without
knowing more about it. It isn't a sin.

The Lord said, thou shalt not kill.

But killing with
kindness may be different.

Will you bless me, Father?

Were your motives pure?

Yes, Father.

For the sake of the children.

For the sake of their mothers.

Will you bless me?

For the sake of the
children and their mothers.

Yes, you have my blessing.

Thanks.

Here's the connection.

Get the address.

We'll try and pick him up.

Well, this is the address
on the hospital records.

Looks like he's moved.
He's been rehoused, Doyle.

Get back to the hospital.

See what else the records can tell
us about Michael Arthur Hamilton.

We'll get over to the council. They
must have details of his new address.

Good.

Never could stand the
smell of hospitals myself.

I'm not talking about records. This
is human beings we're dealing with.

Can you remember?

Look, the baby was born, what...
Seven years ago, here in this hospital.

And the mother died four
years ago. In this hospital.

Come in.

Ah, sister. Won't you sit down?

It's a long time, that's
my point. Not for him.

Other people died here
yesterday in this hospital.

Do you think he did it?

Because of what happened to his family?

Looks that way. Annie might
be planning something else.

Sister Noelle remembers the
case. Perhaps you can help.

Yes, I remember.

He claimed that she would have
lived if she'd been treated in time.

Would she?

Frankly, I don't know.

It was a massive
overdose, but... The child

was treated here too, and that went badly.

The baby had, um, doxim... Oximophilia.

That would cause terrible brain damage.

Oh, the poor man.

Now he's on a killing spree.

Have you talked with the sister?

The ward sister?

No.

She handled all the
arrangements after the death.

He had broken down.

I think she said he had
to go into an institution.

That's not on the records.

It wouldn't be.

That's just the patient's history.
You need to look into the necrology,

what happens after they die.

I've got a relative, Hamilton's
sister. Good. Is it in London?

Yeah, over. Well, get
over there and check it out.

We've got Hamilton's new address. Chase
through the local council. We're on our way.

Final P.A. tests, jock.

Speed, bonnie book, and bird on the wing.

Never mind. I only want the level.

Testing one, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight, nine.

Testing one, two... I think I
got mad about the tree here.

It's on the top floor.

Out of order.

What floor did he say he lived on?

25th. 25th?

2-5. Why aren't you going to the
sisters? I had my ambulance. This is it.

This is the address. My
Hamilton lives here, too.

Penthouse. Come on, the
stairs. I'll tell you on the way up.

Mrs. Costa?

It's about your
brother. He's not here, is he?

Yes?

No, he never comes down here. I
have to go upstairs to see him.

I do a bit of cleaning
for him, a bit of shopping.

Well, what's he done? He
might be upstairs, then.

Well, he's in and out all the time.

One of you.

What's he done?

What's he done?

You'd better sit down.

It's that bad.

What's he done?

You've been expecting him to
do something bad, have you?

Well, he's been a bit funny since
he came out of the institution.

Of course, he's not been
himself since Maureen's death.

You know about that?

Yeah, a little.

What's he done? Please, tell me.

I'm afraid there's no
easy way to tell him.

We think he did this.

Oh!

But once, you can go in without me.

I'm not back in 10 minutes,
send up the same band, okay?

No one home.

How many... What rooms?

How many flights was that?

About 25.

If his mind is anything like the state
of this place... That's him with Maureen.

And that's them with Cathy.

You got the address of the home?

Oh, yes, I'll get it for you.

It's near Reading.

That's them on their wedding day.

Can I borrow this for a bit?

Yes.

We're running out of time, Mrs. Costa.

Hey, here's the arsenal.

At least now we know what he... When
did you last take the CI-5 physical?

What it looks like.

You know, the army said he
had some broadsword lines.

He seems to have got his grenades.

Maybe you were right.

Of course.

What about? About what
he's going to do next.

If the stuff's not hidden somewhere else,

he's running loose
with enough explosives to

cause a very big hole in
some part of London. Oh, yes.

I've got the address of the people that
look after the kid. Maybe he's gone there.

Well, check it out, then, for God's sake!

I know it's a daft question, but...

What do you get at an
international medical conference?

Doctors.

Lots of doctors.

Shannon, get the place cleared till
we've had a chance to search. Right.

Top left exit, top right
exit, kill loading bay, go!

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

Testing, one, two, three, four.

Sam, seal the building, now.
Let no one in or out. Right.

Cowley, CI-5, install
foam squad. This way.

Doyle, can you see him?

Maybe he's gone.

Yeah, well, let's do likewise, eh?

Must make sure. He's
sick. He could do anything.

He's not here. I think he is.

Look, there's a whole
bomb disposal squad sitting

on the backside just aching to get in.

Mr. Hamilton! Oh, it's you.

We know what you've done.

You know why you did it.

If I press this detonator, you, me, and
your friend down there, we all get it.

He's not a doctor.

Neither am I.

You're getting all of this. Yes, Doyle,
loud and clear. Good, I'm going after him.

I'll leave the radio open.

Shannon, can you get a position on him?

Just give me time.

Got it all wrong, Mr. Hamilton. Have I?

Have I?

Yeah.

See?

There's no doctors up
here. It's just you and me.

That's a waste of good
explosive, isn't it?

Killing with kindness.

I've been absolved.

Come any closer, I'll cut this all down.

I've seen what these
things can do, you know.

Yeah, so have I.

I've come to know quite a lot about you,
Mickey. I've just been talking to Kay.

Kay?

Yeah.

She showed me some
snapshots of you, Kathy, Maureen.

I've got a couple on me if
you'd like. Don't talk about it.

They're why I've got to do this, you see.

I'm on the catwalk now.

Shannon's in a good
position. How are you doing?

Keep Shannon muzzled. I
think we can handle it.

You think I'm a maniac, do you?

No, you don't understand. I'm
not doing this for revenge.

I'm thinking of the future.

The pain and the suffering.

I'm going to save.

No, you're not.

You think they killed your wife?
She killed herself. Don't say that.

She took an overdose.

She blamed herself for Kathy.

That was their fault too.

Now she's... dying.

She's only seven.

Where should they get away with it?

Hold it, Tennant.

Come on, Mickey.

They did their best.
They're not superhuman.

No.

No, they're animals.

Uncaring animals.

And by killing those doctors,

you rob other people even
with a chance to pull through.

Why do I care?

Other people.

Maureen's dead, isn't she?

Okay.

Right, now, a woman comes into
hospital tonight with an overdose.

No doctors.

No doctors, because you kill them all.

So she dies.

Yeah, think about it.

I killed him.

And it's over.

My child's gonna die. She's gonna die.

Your child was injured because
there aren't enough doctors.

Shut up! It hasn't been
over! How did you know?

How about the overdose and everything?

It's part of the job.

Huh?

How did you know I'd be here?

Found the paper in your flat.

So, you saw Kathy too, then?

Your little girl? Yeah.

Uh, no.

No, we never saw Kathy.

Well, she couldn't have told you anything.

I suppose that's why you didn't see her?

Yeah, I suppose so.

She's what this is all about, you know?

You ought to have seen her.

Go and see her, if she's still.

Go and see her.

Maybe you'll find out
why I thought, I mean,

I really thought they
shouldn't get away with it.

Good devil.

Don't you forget what this was all about.
They're burying three doctors tomorrow.

Together they left eight children. Still.

Somebody should have helped him
before. Maybe nobody could have.

I don't believe that.