All language subtitles for The Professionals - 3x08 - Servant Of Two Masters

What is your name?

George Riley. Full name. Oh,
I'm sorry. George Arthur Riley.

What were your objectives?

To put incendiary bombs
in department stores.

I can give you a full list, and
all our contacts and safe houses.

How long did it take you to break them?

This film was shot ten
minutes after their capture.

I told you their device was effective.

I'm so sorry. I'm just so sorry.

Come on, now.

Tell me all about it.

Yes, sir, I want to do that.

Where were you recruited?

In London. Where in London?

In the Three Dominos,
it's a pub in Kilburn.

And who recruited you? He's a
contemptible man, soft as butter. Darling.

Terrorists I have to deal
with in my country are hard men.

So were these. Look, this was
shot about 15 minutes early.

Ten minutes, you bastards!

Or she gets it!

I want my conditions met, all
of them, or I'll shoot her,

then I'll shoot the rest of
them, one by one, every ten minutes,

including the children, understand?

Contemptible, yes.

Soft as butter? No.

You didn't break that man in ten minutes?

Just watch this.

All right, Jenkins, we'll have to tie it.

He's gone back inside.

Come on, hurry, man, hurry!

Now the hostages, all of
them were in that room

with our targets when
the grenade exploded.

Three days later, they
completely recovered.

A useful weapon, if you are
troubled by extremists. As you are.

As I am.

Unfortunately, there's no way the
British government could authorize the sale

of PS2 to a government
with a record like yours

in respect to civil
rights. Oh, civil rights.

What an emotional phrase.
But I am not an emotional man.

So all that remains is
for us to agree a price.

Come on, Ted, open the cage.
Let's get down to business.

What do you have to do to
get a drink round here?

All in good time. You'll have plenty of
time to fill your boots. Well, Dennis,

I don't know why they don't just give him
an eight-day clock and I'm done with it.

Yeah, I'm going to miss Alfred.

You're going to miss Alfred.

You have to sign six forms in
duplicate to get a handgun and a box of ammo.

And then he double-checks the ammunition.

Now, gentlemen.

We shall turn.

Certainly, sir.

Excuse me?

But we were first. No,
excuse me, I was first.

Whose side are you on? It's on
the same lines as the stun grenade,

but it's a considerable advance
on the type used at Mogadishu.

When the German special squad...

PS2 goes further.

The enemy becomes utterly
submissive. Not just begging to surrender,

but begging to confess,
spill the beans, tell all.

All right, you tell me who's the
best Orlando in Europe. You tell me.

Who? Pagan. Yes, you see, I
understand. No, no, no, Croix.

Liverpool.

I know, it's Croix. It's just
because of the evening, I'll put you one.

I'll have a large scotch if you don't
mind. I don't mind. Have a trouble.

Why not? It's my night.

And it's my round.

The chemical content can also be used as
an incipient or leak in confined spaces.

A cell, perhaps.

It achieves the same result.

And the subject isn't even aware that
he or she is getting the treatment.

It's a very attractive
weapon, but the price is too high.

I do have alternative source of supply.
Do you indeed? Yes, I must consult with him.

I like the look of the product very much,

but I see no reason why the laws of
the marketplace should not apply. Hmm?

Not at all.

I don't know.

I love it, you know.

It's right up the street
where we start singing. Right!

You know, I've been reading
about this jogging business.

People have been known to drop
dead in their tracks, you know.

You're in the right place, anyway.

Hey, come on, we've done
our stint. No, we haven't.

Well, I haven't fallen apart.

Pull yourself together, man.

Yeah.

You know you're
trouble, though, don't you?

You eat too much.

I always leave the table wanted.

Yeah, then you go back and
have it. I saw you last night.

Well, you're in pretty good shape
for a man of your age. Good to hear.

But it can't go on
indefinitely. What can't?

The pace, the tension, your way of life.

But you're giving me a
clean bill of health.

No.

What?

Now, we've been all
through this before, George.

And I've taken your advice. So you
tell me. The facts speak for themselves.

And what do they say?

For a man in a sedentary
occupation, reasonable expectations.

But we can use the word
sedentary when referring to, say,

a spider lying in wait for
the prey to fall into the web.

And that's the trouble, George.

You've spent far too long a
time coiled, ready to spring.

Morning.

Morning.

I hope you're keeping count.

I've got a built-in myelometer. Hey,

do you think that guy back there
is making a drop or a pick-up?

It's a microfilm on the
first headstone on the left.

Where are you going?
Hey, where are you going?

Hey, who do you think
he is, one of the lads?

Oh, how do you teach an old
dog new tricks, Jim? You don't.

The wise old dog lets the
young pups do all the work.

And the young pups become impatient.

They want to be top dog.

I say, Doyle, Mr Bodie, do
you mind if I have a word?

We are frightfully busy
just now, as you can see.

My name's Plum.

Hello, Victoria. I wish I'd had a pound
for every time I've suffered that one.

I was right. I've been picked up.

What can we do for you? I'm afraid I've
got some rather distressing news for you,

gentlemen. Yeah, haven't got a
cure for a hangover, have you?

Guess.

Know when you've had enough.

What distressing news?

It's about Cowley.

I'm afraid he's been putting
something by for a rainy day.

Oh, Cowley bent, your daddy.
Never mind. Everything points to it.

We trust him with our life. We
have trusted him with our lives. Yes,

I believe you have. Now, look here,

I don't want you to get the idea
that I've got it in for George.

It's just that...

And I'm afraid he's been
rather letting the side down.

And you boys have been
assigned the rather unpleasant

task of getting the goods on him.

Of course, I appreciate that.

Yes, yes, I quite
understand, but time's getting short.

There is a limit to how long I can wait.

Right.

Have you contacted your other source?

Well, do that, and bear this in mind.

Even if he's cheaper, is he as reliable?

Can he supply in bulk?

Find out. Snap!

Oh, yes.

That's not too good. I
hope it clears up later.

Thank you. You were right.

What an emotional phrase.
But I am not an emotional man.

So all that remains is
for us to agree a price.

Why us?

You've got your own heavy brigade.

Because you're part of his organisation.

You are above suspicion.

And anyway, I have your
orders properly authenticated.

Good day.

Morning, sir. Morning, Groves.

Gave Mr Cole a good send-off
last night, sir. Good. Sorry

to have missed it. Have you ever finished?

Should be, sir. They're out the
window now. It's the last one.

Happy as a couple of pigs.
Yes, quite. Thank you, Groves.

You see what I see? Yeah.

Mum's the word. Mum's the word.

Certainly, after you. No,
please, after you, it's not you. 5.7.

Oh, yeah? Yeah, for sure.

Morning, sir.

Just got up.

Got a surveillance job
for you, the two of you.

Around the clock surveillance and a
man called Malik, an Arab gentleman,

checked into the Oxford House hotel.

Supposedly a merchant,
but a merchant in what?

What's so special about him?

All information received. Now, take no
chances. Back each other up at all times.

We don't usually pull this number.

Oh, you have now, Doyle. Malik, that's
the equivalent of Smith in Arabic, isn't it?

Is it indeed?

Better take some extra glucose. He's
a man of boundless energy. Casinos,

the fleshpots, he's tireless.

Report direct to you, sir. No, just put
in a report. I'll read it in due course.

It's not class A important, then, sir.

Important enough for you two to
get in his tail and stay on it.

Good luck.

You know, it'd be funny
if it wasn't pathetic.

Yeah.

I bugged his motor.

When? Just now.

Crucify you?

Yeah. Who, me, sir?

No, it was I, sir. No, I didn't do it.

You know the first rule of
authority is to delegate, don't you?

Who are we gonna
delegate? Charlie. He's ideal.

He's got a nightclub to have.
Too slow, gentlemen. Too slow!

Are you sure this hasn't been used before?

Yeah, it's clean.

Cleaned on a mate in the business.

Does it go?

Like a bomb.

What's he up to, do you reckon, eh?
Setting us off on this idiot's errand?

Wants to keep our noses out of something.

Oh, yeah, brilliant, but what?

Well, whatever it is, you can bet
Plum's got his snout stuck well into it.

Ah, maybe we should have told the
old man. Well, we can't do that.

Once he's opened this
particular nasty can of worms,

we'll have to see which way they wiggle.

Oh, look out. Looks like
he's heading into town.

Yeah, well, I'm in no hurry.

This all looks a bit familiar.

Yeah. I need to stop moving.

There's the armory.

Curiouser and curiouser, said Alice.

Give us a signature, please.

Good morning, sir.

Morning, Cole. Morning, Major.

Sorry I missed your farewell bash
last night. Unavoidable, I'm afraid.

Didn't think you'd make
it in today, I must say.

The alarm clock did sound a bit
like Quasimodo in full swing.

Still, I'll have it, Steihardt. Ah, well,

end of the month and you
can throw that alarm away.

I'll be thinking of you
lads fighting the good fight.

I spoke to Charlie. Yeah? Yeah.

Rashid Malik's gone to the mosque.
Well, he's supposed to be a riotous liver,

isn't he? Maybe he's praying for a change
of luck. What do you say to Charlie, boy?

I'll tell him to slip his
shoes off and say one for us.

These have never been demonstrated
before, sir. I have used them operationally,

Cole. Sir, they are top secret. I
mean, that's why I keep them in here,

separate from the main armoury.

But this is a top brass affair.

I don't think they'll be
satisfied with diagrams.

I suppose not.

You'll have to sign for them, sir.

I think it's a touch of
action stations, don't you?

Right, you're on your own.

Doyle. Very touchy.

Hey, don't you speak to any strange men!

Yeah, thank you, thank you,
thank you. 29s and 30s, of course.

And the year? Now, how's the more P14s?

P-14, what did he say,
about half a grove, something

like that? I know, yep.
I know, I'll do that.

Fine.

Help?

Not another one. Another what?
I just had your chief in. Oh,

you have a budget on paperclips again?

No, I have run out of red tape. I see.

What can't I do for you?

Shooter's up the spout. I think
the sight's out of alignment.

Dropped it again, have you?

Come on, let's have a look at it.

There is one up the spout.

I think you need your eyes tested.

20-20 vision. Except when I'm hungover.

Oh, nothing wrong with this baby.
There's a drop of oil I'd sort out. Now,

I've told you lads before, a man's
best friend is his trusty weapon.

Exactly.

I've got to take care of you.

This is your vocation, Alf.
You should have been a preacher.

I didn't fancy the uniform.

Not being nosy, but what's
the old man doing with PS2?

You are being nosy. Oh, well, I
see I've got an inquiring mind.

It's supposed to be an
advantage in my line of business.

And while we're at it, what is PS2?

Inquire in the major.

Don't drop it.

Don't lose it off in anger.

Three-seven, four-five, what
you got? He's done it on us.

Malik.

He's done the old
switcheroo. Looks like our

bog is US. Any chance he clocked you? No.

Any sign of RT on the new chariot?

There's no visible signs of RT.

Well, I'm grabbing a
car. Where are you heading?

You know where we saw the
black boy take the count?

The black?

You mean the boxer?

Yeah, yeah, I remember. Good. Well,
it looks like we're heading north.

What did you get from our friends? The
old man's walked off with two boxes of PS2.

PS2? What's that?

That was your starter for ten.

You know, I've got a feeling that
Victoria might know the answer. Nah,

it's too old to play games.

Okay, switch to the closeout
frequency. I've cleared it with Victoria. Out.

You're still reading me, over?

Just about, over.

He's turned left down a lane.
There's a big white house on the corner.

Looks like the entrance to an
airfield. Have you got that? Over.

Understood. Over.

Hi.

That's a good bag you got there.

Private land here, mate.

Yeah, well.

Been closed for years.

All private now. No, I was following a
car, actually. Haven't seen one, have you?

Orange Marina.

Yeah?

Oh, which way did it go?

Manor farm.

Oh, yeah.

How'd you know?

He asked the way. Did he?

Yeah, you can get
yourself lost around here, eh?

What do you tell him?

Pass the old hangar's turn left.

The old perimeter road leads to
a track that goes in the wood.

It goes through the woods.

All right, ciao.

Are you shipping these back to Matta Alpa?

That ostensibly is why we're here.

Otto has a stud farm back home.

Thank you, pal.

And this place?

It belongs to some associates of Otto's.

Where is he?

He's shooting at the moment.

You surprise me.

Why?

I would have thought he got all
the shooting he needed at home.

He likes to keep his eye in.

Very wise.

After that, you're on
your own, Goldilocks. Out.

Morning, Cahill.

Morning, Mr. Plum.

Just some paperwork,
I'm afraid. Bloody bumps.

I'll have to go to accounts for these.

Can you hang on? Yes, of course.

But until I hear from
my alternative source,

there's no point in discussing the matter.

Oh, will you excuse me?

We thought you'd come
visiting under cover of darkness.

Oh, it's often less
conspicuous in broad daylight.

You're well versed in
the odds of a clandestine.

I should be.

An asset. For us.

I hope so.

Perhaps you will join us.

All in good time.

Otto is looking for the
right kind of leaders.

But he is the leader. Oh, yes.

And you are his right hand.

The people like me.

How could they not?

There are some who think differently.

They must be converted.

Now, don't you touch anything. This isn't
mine, and I don't want it knocked about.

Are you comfy?

Eh? No? Ah, well.

Never mind. Bye-bye.

My man can undercut you.

I've only your word for that.

That's right.

Mine is a fair price in view
of the personal risk involved.

Let there be no mistake,
Mr Cowley. I want PS2.

But there is no reason why I should
buy from you if your prices are higher.

And numbers. Can he supply
them in volume? He can match you.

A man to be reckoned with, my competitor.

So it would seem.

He's never found himself a
milkmaid. Naughty, naughty.

What makes you think you
can trust my competitor?

Trust doesn't enter into it, Mr. Cowley.

There is one quality in him
that is common to both of you.

We have something in common.

Greed. Unadulterated greed.

One can always trust that.
Providing one can control it.

Carl, it looks like Rip's had a fall.

You'd better make a search for him.

Of course.

Have a nice day.

If I'd haven't.

Rip must have had a fall.
Trinkets found her own way back.

Ach, the man's a fool.

Is the horse all right? Yes.

So, Mr Cowley, an impasse.

Impasses are for moral dilemmas.

This is strictly business.

Follow me.

In a free market, you have to
undercut your competitors, haven't you?

How very sensible of you, Mr Cowley.

And after all, you are
getting them rather cheap yourself.

Rip!

Yes, I know all about Han.

Thank you, Gloria.

The FO regard him as a very
stabilizing influence in his part of the world.

Though we can have no
truck with him openly,

he's a dictator and a very ruthless one.

Yeah, there's a woman with a... His wife.

Oh, yeah.

Bodie wants to save her soul. She
can't be that beautiful and all bad.

Tell him, the last time
there was any trouble out there,

she personally devised some very
droll punishments for the offenders.

And one of them was an old lover of hers.

Something along the lines of
Salome's deal over John the Baptist.

I see good in everyone,
but I take the point.

He takes the point. Now
do you want us to proceed?

Would you say then, Doyle,
from what you've seen and heard,

that there is any doubt
about Cowley's guilt?

Sorry to say, no, none at all.

I see.

You want the whole bunch?

No, just George for now.

I want him in top security by
dawn. Then we'll see about the others.

Keep a tail on Cowley,
then we can bust the whole

lot right back to the source of supply.

No.

Bring George in, but only after he's
talked to Han. I don't want Han touched.

Yeah, I understand. What I don't
understand is what PS2 is. You worry about Cowley,

Doyle. Let me worry about PS2.

This is it.

He's already acquired a
nickname, The Crybaby.

We've come a long way since the days
of the Chinese water torture. Please.

Of course.

Come back into the house,
Mr. Cowley. We can discuss

it over dinner. As you
say, we've come a long way.

It's positively humane.

You intrigue me, Cowley.

My sources have checked you out.

Impeccable background, distinguished
service in both military and civil branches.

Not that far off your pension, and
suddenly you choose to feather your nest.

A sign of the times.

I'm not alone in
seeking to feather my nest.

Corruption in high places
spreads like whispers in the wind.

The new world has a lot to answer for.
It's happened in more austere societies.

Dialectical materialism is sometimes
superseded by plain, unvarnished materialism.

That's why my friends and
myself are trying to preserve

something of those old
values in our small country.

But I suspect that's of
little interest to you.

Preserving old values or
withholding the rights of others?

We see ourselves as caretakers.

To a people who would have
died of disease or famine,

if those like myself had not built them
hospitals, mechanized their agriculture...

And developed their mineral wealth.

It seems a fair exchange
to me. Come on, Cowley.

Get the guns. Get them out of the house.

Dollars or Swiss francs?

I would prefer francs.

The Swiss are that much more stable.
It's quite a nest you are feathering.

A nest with a penthouse on top.

Think of the risks.

If a pillar in the
establishment is caught in a misdemeanor...

The establishment throws away the key.

Exactly.

You know, perhaps I should be
interested in the competition.

They're the ones who've
increased the risk. How?

Without them, we wouldn't
be haggling about price.

Supposing Otto goes back
to them and compromises me?

A gentleman's agreement.

It requires two gentlemen.

Come in.

We've picked up a
couple of trespassers, sir.

Poachers?

Poachers with handguns.

Bring them in.

Evening.

Evening, Mr Cowley.

Friends of yours?

But you know them.

I know that one. He's a mercenary.

The other?

Yeah, well, we heard you
were looking for arms and men.

For a little party.

Where did you hear that?

Oh, the word gets around, you
know, we're quite a select team.

Select?

You're beneath contempt.

But you move in the same circles.

It's often necessary to have
contacts in the underworld.

Underworld, eh? Oh,
we're just tired hands.

It's our masters who are bent.

Card, take them down to the cellar.
After supper, we shall have a little talk.

You wouldn't like to set a
couple of extra places, would you?

Take them away.

It's a bit chilly down here. Could
you send down an electric fire, please?

I don't think I like being called a
mercenary. They're the strangest people.

Yeah, even if it saves your neck.

Yeah, but has it?

Those two certainly
arrived at the right moment.

You're not thinking of
hiring them, are you?

We might press them into service.

They're the type, I suppose.

Ruthless as they come.

I was thinking of more immediate service.

Guinea pigs.

For your crybaby.

There might be some
interesting revelations.

What do you reckon?

Not a lot.

Looks a bit more promising.

Yeah.

Oh, well, this is very nice
of them, isn't it? What? Eh?

Large bedroom off bathroom en suite.

Yeah, it's so wonderful for
you. Give us a hand, then.

Pop this grill. Pop this grill, sir.

All right.

Pop the bar. It's a moment.

Ah, padlock. Piece of cake,
really, if he had the key. Yeah,

bound to be under the mat.

All we need is a
crowbar, a good-sized hammer.

That's not a lot to ask, is
it, of a self-respecting seller?

Try that.

You weren't a Boy Scout, were you?

No, I took dancing lessons.

It's a pity.

It helps you to untie knots.

I thought Callie was a Boy Scout.

It would make quite a bang.

What about the neighbours?
There's no one for miles around.

You're not being
squeamish, are you, Mr Cowley?

Not at all.

Then it's settled.

Go and get your box of tricks.

All right.

Move, you son of... Move, you
son of... I can't shift it.

There's another way.

Oh, now he tells me.

All right, you do any work you've got.

Oh, brilliant.

Never use ingenuity, and brute
force and ignorance will suffice.

It only stops the brain cells,
and you need to save all of yours.

That's the chisel.

Somebody's on our side.
All right, let's get out.

They must have followed him here.

It's too much of a coincidence.

Carl.

I want Mr Cowley to have a
taste of his own medicine.

I want him to be caught in
the cellar with his friends.

What about the PS2?

He only brought a few samples.

I shall go to my other source.

I am beginning to trust
Mr Cowley less and less.

Ah, here we are.

It's quite chilly out there.

Oh, may I?

Of course.

Thank you. I'll try these screws again.

Get it on there, sir.

Now, let's see if I can
prime this little fellow.

That's it.

Now, where's the cellar? Guard?

It's coming.

How long before it's safe to go in?

Well...

I'll get the car. There's no point.

The car is dangerous.

Why? What can he do?

Go to the police and complain that we
used one of his own stolen grenades on him?

Is he okay? His pulse is
slow but steady, so it

should be all right. I
agree to your terms.

I will send my men over
to collect the product.

Let's leave it once.

Come on, let the dogs eat the rabbits.

What are we doing here?

Meeting an admirer of yours.

Weeks and weeks of work have been wasted
because of your interference. Interference?

It'd be like dragging you
from a cellar full of PS2s.

I wouldn't have been in
that cellar if you two

hadn't been incompetent
enough to get caught.

But what is PS2, anyway? A
product of my imagination, Bode.

Pretty fevered imagination, sir. A
vaporized tranquilizer, nothing more.

Why were you following me? Why didn't
you obey orders and follow Rashid and Ali?

Ali spent the morning in the mosque and
took the afternoon concord to Bahrain.

Well, you wish you'd gone with him
by the time I get through with you.

Who did you put on him? Charlie. And
what or who put you on to me? I did.

Where the hell is he?

Sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen.

Rotor arms.

Shall we go?

This man ordered you to keep tabs on me.

That's right. Written orders.
Thoroughly acclaimed. Show them to me.

You're in no position to
give me orders, Cowley.

But you've got them. You'll be able to
produce them at the court of inquiry.

The only court I foresee is one that
will find you guilty of treason, Cowley.

I understand your sense of loyalty,

but I cannot let Cowley bemuse
you into thinking he's innocent.

Everything points to you, Cowley.

I came here yesterday and checked.

You withdrew two boxes
of PS2 grenades. Why?

Why? Because I was out to bust
the misappropriation racket that's

baffled my department and
yours in defence sales for months.

That's why.

And what's your contribution? You
try and turn my own men against me.

That's easy to say. Can you prove it?

Unlike you, Plum, I took
the precaution of securing

ministerial sanction for my activity.

The breach has to be at top level.

And now it all points to you.

But that's impossible.

We'll see what Otto Hahn
has to say about that.

I'm surprised you never
required a demonstration of PS2.

Or should I be flattered
that you're trusting me?

Let's just say I'm a good
judge of character, Cole.

Another arm's pass, it seems, Mr. Hahn.

Cole!

If there was one man in my life I
would have trusted... That man was me.

On my salary.

And I won't even get my pension.

Free accommodation and meals.

I'm a good shot, sir, remember?

I remember, but so am I.
So is Doyle, remember?

Doyle's always dropping his.

I knew we should have
given you an eight-day clock.

You wait till you get to my age, Doyle.

An eight-day clock's not much
recompense for a lifetime of service.

Sorry, Plum.

What's going to happen to him, sir?

Oh, maybe a posting to
the Galapagos Islands.

Unless he decides to stand for Parliament,

they tell me there's a safe
seat going in the West Country.

I'm sure he rides quite well.

Fancy a run tomorrow?