All language subtitles for The Professionals - 3x06 - A Hiding To Nothing1

Green one in position.

Stand by. They're nearly here.

I'm switching to throat, Mike, now.

Okay, standing by.

Stand by. Here they come.

Excuse me, miss.

Coming up now.

That chap there.

The detective standing at the steps at
the end was the man who pulled the gun on.

The man who shot her.

Who was the VIP?
Nobody. Another detective.

It was a dummy run. We
haven't heard that before.

It was a security rehearsal
for the arrival of this man.

The man on the left, Kemal Qadi,

now recognized as a leader of
moderate Palestinian opinion.

Qadi is due here on
Thursday at the special invitation

of the Foreign Office for secret talks.

So that muse is where the secret
meeting was going to take place, then?

Mm-hmm.

The man on the right is Aziz
Daoud, Qadi's head of security.

Fanatically protective of his leader.

The one who's most reluctant for
Cardi to risk entering this country.

Even he was not to have
been told of the location

until hours before. You feel a drip?

I think he means a leak.

Outside of our own
security, only two people

knew of Cardi's plans. One was this man.

Colonel Roger Masterson, MP.

Masterson was instrumental
in setting up the visit.

He's a personal friend of Caree's,

and he too is deeply
dedicated to the same political ends.

It was the other person.

On your toes, man, the
girl who took the film.

That's a death shot.

She arrived at Heathrow
last Monday, came from Madrid.

Her passport states that she's
Pilar Hernandez, a student, Spanish.

Probably a forgery.

Her fingerprints are still
being checked in several

countries. So far, they've drawn a blank.

But we've had one piece of luck.

We found out where she was staying.

Her photograph was put out in
last night's evening paper,

and a neighbour recognised it.

The place is being investigated.
Now, unless Cardi has second thoughts,

it's still intended that the
meeting should take place.

A new venue will be chosen,
one that I don't even know yet.

Special Branch have already
replaced the entire surveillance

and escort detachment with other men,

none of whom will be
told the identity of Cardi.

All we have to do now is
find that leak and stop it.

If we don't... Cardi gets wet.

We all do.

Yes.

Shelly Hunter?

Not another one. I already have him.

Yeah, he's forensic, CID.

I'm CI5.

What's the difference?

Well, he's a
technician. I'm an intellectual.

So, tell me about your flatmate.

It's unbelievable.

I mean, I rent a room to a sweet
little thing who looks like a nun,

and then after I get back from a
one-night stopover in Brussels,

I find she's been killed in
a shootout with the cops.

I thought British
policemen didn't carry guns.

Oh, the ones that direct
traffic to Trafalgar Square don't.

How did you meet?

I just put an ad in the
evening paper. You know,

the usual flat-sharing kind of deal.

She was one of the replies, right?

She was the only goddamn
reply, as far as I was concerned.

I had six others, and
they were all lunatics.

Do you drink on duty? No.

Have you still got the
paper, the ad in it?

Let me see. When was it? Monday.

Yeah, it should still be
here. I haven't thrown it away.

Did she tell you anything about herself?

Music student, I think.

Huh?

You didn't like her, did you?

She was nice enough.

You don't seem terribly upset.

An air hostess's life isn't
so glamorous after a while.

You have no roots, bop around the world,
put on a big act for a million strangers,

and smile till your face hurts.

No, I'm hard to upset.

There's your ad, Sherlock.

I'm glad you've taken this over, Cowley.

It's the damn Foreign Office
bureaucracy triumphing it again.

If they'd let you handle it in
the first instance as I requested,

it wouldn't have happened. Francis,
George Cowley, C.I. Miss Partingham.

How do you do? We've spoken on the
phone. No news from Dowd? Not yet.

They know about the incident?

Of course.

Was that wise?

Mr Cowley, if I start keeping any
secrets from Cardi, even the slightest thing,

my relationship with him will be
undermined. He's putting his life in my hands.

Who gave Daud the address for
the meeting, the Secret Service?

I don't think you understand.

No, Cardi and Daud won't listen to our
Secret Service, or any other Secret Service.

I'm the one who has set up this meeting,
and I'm the only person they will trust.

So you told them? Indeed.

Over the scrambler?

No, not this time.

It was word of mouth. I flew
out to meet them face to face.

Normally we use the scrambler, the matri.

And who gave you the rendezvous?

Special branch.

Chief Inspector Smith.

Presumably this time we
will hear it from you.

Yes.

I'm moving in.

What happened to Terry?

I rented it from him.

Well, where's he gone?

I don't know. I got it
from the Students' Union.

Are you still at college, then?

Yeah, still.

A bit old to be a student, aren't you?

Yeah, I'm a postgraduate student.

Oh.

What are you studying?

English.

Oh.

Girl up there was killed the other day.

Oh, yeah?

Shot by the police.

Yeah?

Out in the street. I saw her
picture on the television.

I called the police. That's
how they knew she lived here.

4-5 to 3-7, huh? 3-7, you all right?
Yeah, the natives are a bit friendly. Yeah?

No, I'll just take the rotor arm
out of her broomstick. Listen,

the guy who had this flat
before, what does he do?

Oh, he's a ballet dancer, but
he's very nice. Oh, really?

Miss Cottingham, she never married.

She has an invalid mother devoted to her.

One of those.

Very noble of her.

It's a damned waste of a
good wife, if you ask me.

There are not enough women
like that around. Totally loyal.

How long has she been with you?

Oh, ten years.

No boyfriends in that town.

Oh, Emma's tried countless times
to match her off, but no success.

The trouble is, I've told
Frances, she doesn't ever meet anyone.

Well, except her damn mother.

I've staked my political career
on these Cardi talks, you know.

Not just my word with Cardi
himself. I understand, Colonel.

Are there any leads from the
dead girl's organisation yet?

We're doing our best.
Goodbye, sir. Goodbye.

Alpha to 3-7, come in, please.

Hello.

I'm Ray Duncan. Of
course you are, sweetheart.

Come in, schoolboy. You
want to raise the bet?

You've seen her.

Yeah, I just passed her on the stairs.
She's blank, yeah. You want to raise the bet?

Yeah, okay.

Double?

Right.

You know what they say, don't you?

Hold it.

Yeah, what do they say?

Horses for courses. Yeah, well,
don't get tangled in your mane. Out.

You all right?

Yeah, but my water heater blew up.
Do you know anything about them?

Not much.

Can you fix it?

I don't know.

How'd it happen?

I just turned the damn thing on.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You sure you're not hurt?

Must have given you a little shock.

No, I'm okay.

Maybe I hurt its feelings. Is it warm?

It's fine. Do you want a bath?

Yeah, thanks.

By the way, I'm Shelly.

Of course you are.

You got me. I'm afraid
I've forgotten your name.

Ray. Ray Duncan.

Of course. Ray Duncan.

You're an air host or something.

That's right.

How did you know?

Lady downstairs.

I have had a terrible day.

The air traffic
controllers are on strike and

we were stacked over
Heathrow for two hours.

Long day, huh?

That's right.

Too long to come out to dinner?

I'm afraid so.

Well, I have a solution.

Yeah?

I fixed your bath, let me fix your meal.

Housewarming?

3-7 to Alpha.

Alpha, where is she now? At a concert,
following every note with a friend. A friend?

A friend. Boyfriend. You're sure it's
a boyfriend? There's a big difference.

I know. I think I can remember.

Anyway, in this case,
there's another difference, too.

What difference?

20 years.

Listen, try not to lose her.

I'll get you some assistance
as soon as I can. From now on,

she has to be under total
surveillance, understood?

Roger. Out.

Mr. Cowley.

You're ahead of schedule,
Mr. Dowd. Yes, yes, I know.

This is Hassan Alusha, Kamal
Qadi's personal assistant.

The dead woman has been identified.

She was a member of the Palestinian
Marxist Alliance. The politics are irrelevant.

It was made quite clear to
Masterson that you were on

no account to come over until I gave
the all clear. They're not politicians.

They're a guerrilla army. They
have enormous resources and manpower.

Cardi will be in the greatest
danger if he comes to England now.

He will be in good hands.

I will personally guarantee his safety.

I'm sorry, but in the circumstances,

we'll have to take our own
measures to ensure his safety. Such as?

They'll be efficient, Mr Cowley.

Whatever they are, they'd
better not interfere with mine.

And what are you going to do, Mr Cowley?

For the moment, gentlemen,
that is my business. 4-5.

3-7, what's happening?

Is this an emergency call?

Well, not unless you're out your depth.

Yeah, well, I'll wave if I start drowning.

I'll buy you a wreath with all that
money you're going to owe me. Oh, thanks.

Sorry, got to go. 3-7-4-5.

4-5.

Permission to land?

Yeah, follow me. Runway clear.

Mmm, that smells fantastic.

Great. When do you want to leave?

Now, I'm starving.

All right.

All the heaters I can manage,
Biryani, have to subcontract.

We were only in the flat
together for one night.

She seemed okay.

Said she was homesick and talked
about her folks and her kid brother.

Three-seven to Alpha. They're
leaving before the concert's finished.

Correction, she's leaving on her own.

So you're studying poetry?

Yeah.

You should find my name pretty romantic.

What, Hunter?

Shall we? He was a
romantic poet, wasn't he?

Was he?

Hail to thee, blithe spirit.

Bread good, fire bad.

He wrote that?

Frankenstein. No, his
wife wrote Frankenstein.

Shelley's wife?

Well, they were living in sin anyway.

372 Alpha, thanks for the reinforcements.

It's been a great evening, Ray.

Why does it have to end now?

I'm flying at six.

Doesn't it make your arms ache?

I have a very high threshold for pain.

Oh, is that what it's called?

337 to base. She's back
home. Send in a night man. Out.

Hey, listen.

Have you got a very large cat up there?

A large domestic animal in your flat?

What are you talking about?

That.

What are you gonna do?

Ace? Ace?

God, until you waved, I
thought you had fallen.

I'm okay. Are you okay?

What about the other one? Do
you think he'll come back?

Depends on what they're after.
I could use a drink. Come on.

What are you majoring in?

Counterinsurgency?

I used to be a Marine.

But they were sorry when you left.

That girl will leave anything.

Police took it all.

What little there was.

Who are you calling?

Ambulance.

That guy might still be alive, you know.

Where's Miss Hunter now?

Left the country in Zurich.

Don't worry, Wilson's
on the plane with her.

He'll be all right as long as he
stays off the duty-free schnapps.

Mrs. Cottingham, electricity.

Well?

I've come to read the
meter. First on the left.

Up on the left.

Right, I'll just check the appliances now.

They've never done that before.

Yes, well, we're always trying
to improve our service, you know.

How is he?

No change.

What about the gun?

The serial was filed off.

I think that'll do it.

I don't want to make it too obvious.

Hello? Oh, Francis.

Oh, yes, dear.

But you did say you were
coming in early this evening.

I'm sorry, dear. There's someone here.

What are you doing?
Nothing, just admiring the table.

Very nice.

Genuine, isn't it? Thank you
very much, madam. You're no charge.

Francis?

Hello?

3-7 to base.

I must say, tonight... Yes, Alex,
I want to trace a phone number.

Louise, I think we're being
watched. 875-4066. Over. We'll do, 37.

Don't go away.

Nasty piece of work, she says.

Tomorrow evening, at the ring.

37, please acknowledge.

Yeah, 37, Alex, what you got?

Public phone box, Waterloo
station, main entrance. Make any sense?

Yeah, thanks, Alex. Out.
Shall we bring her in, sir?

After I've spoken to Masterson.

Do you mind if we come
in, Miss Cottingham?

Mr Cully, it's 5.30 in the morning.

Having been up all night, I'm
only too aware of the time.

Whatever it is,
couldn't it wait till later?

I'm afraid not. I do
have to talk to you now.

Francis, what is it?

Now you've woken Mother.

Francis, who is it?

What is going on?

It's all right, Mother.

It's just some
colleagues of Colonel Masterson.

At this hour of the
morning? It really is too bad.

Well, it's urgent.

You try and get back to sleep.

Shut the door, Miss Cottingham. I
have no wish to disturb your mother.

I'd like you to listen to something.

Hello?

Louise?

Clarice?

I thought you'd never answer.

There was difficulties.

I must see you tonight.

No, tonight I cannot.

Luis, I think we're
being watched. Watched?

What do you mean? A man was at my flat.

He said he was from the electricity
board, but Mother thinks he was snooping.

Nasty piece of work, she says.

Tomorrow evening, at the rent.

Well, Miss Cottingham?

You're utterly and completely wrong.

But I can see how it
sounds from your point of view.

Perhaps you would enlighten us.

Who is this Lewis?

A man I know.

Is he your... Yes, we're having an affair.

Is he the man you met yesterday evening?

Yes.

What's his full name?

Luis Delgado.

Nationality?

Spanish.

What's his job?

He's a postgraduate student
at the Royal Academy of Music.

He's a graduate of the
Conservatoire in Madrid.

And why were you both so
worried about being watched?

His wife is very jealous.

We thought she might have
hired a private detective.

His wife?

Yes.

How does he support her?

He doesn't. She has money of her own.

He lives off her, does he?

He has very little money.

Ever met his wife?

No.

How long have you known him?

About a year.

Ever seen her?

No, I... Do they have any children?

No.

Where do they live? Do they live together?

What address?

Burleigh Mansions, Victoria.

What number?

I forget. Twelve, I think.

How long have they been married?

Since he was 18.

He's never shown you a
photograph of his wife?

No.

Why not?

Because I wouldn't want to
see a photograph of his wife.

Miss Cottingham, I'm
afraid we're going to have

to go into all this a
little more thoroughly.

No.

Yes.

Well, I'll need time to dress.

Tell Mother.

He died a few minutes ago.

What about the other one?

He got away.

His maker silenced him before you could.

Well, Cardiff's visit is out of the
question now. Are you, guerrilla army,

charging about
Londoners out of the question?

I told you, Mr Cowley, I
prefer to work independently,

particularly as your
security is leaking so badly.

There is no such thing as watertight
security, and you know that as well as I do.

However, it seems that we may have found
the weak link in this particular chain.

Perhaps you'd better meet her.

MUSIC PLAYS

Did Luis Delgado know
about Colonel Masterson?

He knows I work for him, yes.

Did he ever ask you about Kamal Qadi?

Have you told him anything
about the proposed visit?

How can you be sure?

No.

Please, think.

Frances, it's better if you tell
us everything, whatever it is.

Oh, God.

Luis was... Take your time.

Luis was ashamed of living off
his wife, his Spanish pride.

He wanted to get away from her, but
there was his career, his talent.

Go on.

He was desperate to get away, but he
couldn't get a work permit in this country.

So he started writing
articles for Spanish magazines.

It paid hardly anything at
all, but it was a start.

He needed one good scoop to establish
himself as a journalist so that we could...

so that he could leave her.

So you told him about the meeting?

Bode.

No one called Delgado
lives in Burley Mansions.

Neither does any young musician, Spanish
or otherwise, with or without a rich wife.

No Luis Delgado was ever
enrolled as a postgraduate student

at the Royal College of Music
or the Madrid Conservatoire.

Hey, how's a nice cup of tea for you?

As we've isolated the leak, all we
have to do now is change the rendezvous,

and Caddy's visit can go
ahead. Agreed? Okay, agreed.

I've already spoken to the Foreign Office,

and they've made a
country house available.

The meeting will take place
under my personal supervision.

If they still trust Luis
Delgado to give them a location,

we might be able to kill
two birds with one stone.

Can't rely on that woman.

She's finished.

What have we got to lose?

The opposition are on a hiding to nothing.

A what?

If Miss Cottingham is believed,

then the terrorists will come
to where they can be dealt with.

If she is not believed, then
they still won't know where Mr.

Cartier is going and can do nothing.

We can't use Francis like that.

If the Cartier visit is as vital to
British interest as you claim, Colonel,

I don't think this is a
chance we can afford to miss.

Four-five.

Four-five.

What's keeping you?

To leave is to die a little.

Yeah, I know, but if you've
fallen in love, the bet reverts to me.

Better, eh? Well, now, here it is.
Wilson's just called in from Heathrow,

and Miss Jetstream's back
in town, clean as a whistle.

What happened in jury?

Nothing.

Dinner with the captain, back for
an early night on her own. Yeah,

she's a very early sleeper. Yeah, well,
maybe, but they did have adjoining rooms,

and both missed breakfast.

Gosh, thanks, Bodie.

I don't know.

He's gone.

Just dubbed out? Gone for
good. Just took his bags and left.

Mr. Cowley, I feel very ashamed.

I've obviously been very foolish.

But what can I do?

I've told you where I arranged
to meet the man I knew as Louise.

But as to his true identity
and who he's working for,

you'll have to ask him yourselves.

I don't know.

If we apprehend him, we may never find
the rest of the people he's working for.

If you don't meet him as
planned, he'll become suspicious.

I can easily cancel it.

Francis, we don't want you to
cancel your meeting with Louise.

What do you want?

Louise will want to know where the
talks with Cardi are going to take place.

This is the address you have to give them.

You'll be all right?

Where's Doyle? Hairsickness.

Never was a good traveller.

After what you tell Lewis,
Doyle can look after her.

Ah, they can form a
broken hearts club together.

You're a hard man, Bodie. Don't
you think you recruited a cream pot?

That's him.

If Dawes not here in time, get
Victor to keep an eye on this cottingham.

Francis.

Querita.

I spoke to the editor
in Madrid last night.

He offered me a
thousand pounds for the scoop.

It could earn more.

Much, much more with
worldwide syndication.

You know how much it means to me.

To us.

A new location at the Caddy meeting.

I must know it.

And with the money...

We could become free to set up on our own.

Tell me about your wife.

She's gonna blow it. What about my wife?

I don't know anything about her.

Is she beautiful?

Oh, Frances, please.

I want to know.

Well, she's quite...
Yeah, she's beautiful.

Does she have a good figure?

Yes.

What color is her hair?

Black. Listen, Frances.

Her eyes?

You're just trying to hurt
yourself. She means nothing to me now.

What color are her eyes?

Sort of brown.

Sort of? You know, the
brown, greenish brown.

In my bag, there's a card.

And it is the name of the hotel
where they're holding the meeting.

Forget it. No, sir, I'll think. Forget it!

The Crably Hotel.

Well, what do you think?

I think I'm unlikely to be
disturbed when my guests arrive.

If they arrive.

Go ahead, 37.

The fish has taken the bait. Over.

Carry on as arranged, E7.

Out.

He's taken the bait.

To take it is one thing. To
swallow it, quite another. We shall see.

All right, Romeo.

It isn't easy with her.
She'd be in a bit of a state.

Yeah, OK. I've got it.

3-7 to base.

The big fish is driving
a Red Lancia ELF 6-4T.

337, where are you?

I wish I knew.

I never had a chance. She walked
round in front of me. Get an ambulance.

Oh, yes, I understand.

Yes, I'll be here.

That's all right. Bye-bye.

They think she'll pull through. That was
my wife. She's staying at the hospital.

She'll let us know as soon as
she hears anything more. Oh,

I should never have agreed to the idea.

She wanted to help us, Colonel. It
was the only way she could make amends.

Yes, I suppose so.

Now, listen, Bodie.

I want you at the airfield three
hours before Cardi's plane is due.

Take Jimmerson and two others.
Take out the perimeter. Doyle,

you'll be at the Crably Hotel. I
want someone to keep an eye on Dowd.

See he doesn't go over the top.

Take Wilson with you.

By the time the PMA have realized
Luis has given them false information,

it will be too late for them
to prevent Cardi's mission.

Thank you.

I think about it.

Stand by, 4-5, here they come.

They didn't believe her, Doyle.

Oh, yes, they did.

Get up.

Simon Jacob Blue, cultural
attache, embassy of Israel.

Israeli intelligence? I have
diplomatic immunity. You can't touch me.

Get him back to base now.
You keep your boys off him.

P-7, something's wrong.

Like what? I don't know.
I'm coming to join you.

Who else knows about the
location apart from us?

The F.O., Cowley, Masterson, Dowd. And
Cardi and Alusha. Right. Is that all?

That's all.

Haddush!

Haddush, it wasn't. And hang him!

I guess you're not one of those cops
who directs traffic to Trafalgar Square.

I guess not.

Water heater was good.

Yeah, so was the cabin service.

Oh, my mate, she fooled me too.

Yeah, of course she did.