All language subtitles for The Professionals - 4x07 - Blackout1

Where are the tires?
Not mine, government's.

The dispatcher could have
got it wrong, you know.

She might have been pink
in the face and panting.

Ah, you heard it loud
and clear, pretty girl.

Just bra and pink panties.

Best call of the week.

You've definitely never
seen her before. Never.

Haroldine.

Haroldine.

Yes?

What about Haroldine?

What's important?

Montag.

Montag.

Sir.

Doctor.

You won't get much out of her for a while.

Concussion.

Contusions, you see.

Under the hairline, and
abrasions on the limbs.

Beaten up?

Maybe.

I'd like to get her to hospital
right away, give her a full check-up.

Sir?

Just wandered in here
in our underwear, eh?

Yes, we made haste with
all... Yes, you would.

German, would you say? Sir, look, we
appreciate the call, but why see I fight?

Later, Colonel.

Okay, boys.

That's why us.

There's a meeting scheduled to take
place at Haradine Helicopter Base

tomorrow, which is Monday.

At 12.30.

Now you know as much as I do.

What kind of meeting?

Our cabinet minister, a top
man from an African state.

Planning a little coup,
are we? Not a counter-deal.

And now that girl, whoever
she is, seems to know about it.

Stay with her.

Could be just a coincidence.

Haradine, Monday, 12.30.

I mean, Haradine do
commercial stuff, don't they?

Yeah. Maybe she's meeting
her boyfriend there tomorrow.

It's all right for you doctors,
isn't it, getting all the perks?

I think she took a fall.

Maybe she was thrown out of a car.

Look like glass cuts to
me. That doesn't explain

Haradine, though, does it? Coincidence.

Okay.

You still think it's a coincidence?

Come on.

So, she's important.

Important enough for someone to want
her dead. But what else have we got?

Why did she make her way to
the church? That's a good point.

Why shouldn't she?

We need some positive thinking, Brodie.

All right, then.

Let's get down to her bra and pants.

Metaphorically speaking.

I've got a theory
about that, have you? Yes.

She left somewhere in a hurry.

I thought it was the males who
jumped out of the window. Yeah, well,

that's what the doc said. She fell.

Or jumped.

I think she might make
better sense than you do.

How is she, Doctor?

I don't know.

Concussion, sure.

No evidence of sexual assault.

Shock. Amnesia?

Maybe.

Mixed up, certainly.

Hero, Dean.

Monday. 12th.

30. This won't take a moment.

German or Austrian, maybe?

Swiss.

And that's the sum total of our
knowledge about it. Not quite, sir.

Hobbes.

Hops, you know, they make beer from them.

And I know you know about beer.

I found traces of hops in her
hair, so that might mean Kent.

Kent, the county of. A place where
hops are grown in profusion. Like Munich.

It's got a German accent.

They grow hops in Germany, too.

Oh.

I never thought of that. You don't
have to. I checked with immigration.

No one of her description has
come through in the past two weeks.

So it means Kent.

They grow hops
elsewhere, you know. Pluster.

Yeah, but Kent's nearer London.
Could she be met fit to travel?

Well, there's no serious
physical injury, but... Good.

She'll be in your charge. Kent. Kent.

Where hops come from?

You look very nice.

Thank you.

I shall repay everything.

That's all right. It's all taken care of.

Thank you. You're very
kind. Don't do the tap, sir.

No, we won't. It's just a nice, quiet
drive in the country. The air will do it.

Hello. No, they didn't
recognize you. Fine.

Easy, easy.

Oh, my dear.

Well, he's pushing it, you know.

She should be in bed.
Yeah, I know. You tell him

we've got a deadline to
meet, and I mean dead.

Bodie and Doyle.

Yeah, that's right.

Which is which?

Uh, Bodhi's the incredibly handsome one.

That still doesn't tell me which is which.

Maybe you were a diplomat.

No, no, that I definitely know.

Oh, well, that's good.

You definitely know something.

I'm just supposed to keep looking?

Yeah. Drive her around Kent, see if she
sees anything familiar. Cowley's orders.

You seen anything?

Oh, right.

Well, we've got a decision
coming up at this junction,

whether to go to Mingay or Canterbury.

Want to see your cathedral?

I've seen it.

It is tall and
magnificent and very beautiful.

That's good, isn't it,
that I remember that?

That's very good.

So, I'm not crazy.

Nobody's saying you're crazy.

But it is important I remember.

And yet, I can't.

Perhaps you don't want to remember.

Eh?

You may be deliberately blocking it
out because you don't want to remember.

Something terrible must have happened.

Yeah, maybe you took a beating.

Or a fall. Do you remember falling?

Falling.

Falling.

Oh, well, never mind.

Let's remember
something nice, shall we? Like,

do you prefer vanilla
or strawberry ice cream?

Three strawberry cones, please.

How much is that? Sixty pence.

Sixty pence? Yep.

Hmm. All right.

Keep change. Cheers. Cheers.

There you go. One problem
solved. Strawberry. There you go.

Come on. Next one is,
have you got a boyfriend?

And if so, is he bigger than me?

I'm putting you both to a lot of trouble.

Trouble is our business.

Right, there's a church
coming up. Country church.

St Anne's.

That's right, that was the name
of the church we found you in.

It isn't a church.

What do you mean?

I don't know, but it isn't a church.

Well, that was where we
found you, St Anne's.

Mingay.

Didn't you say Canterbury or Mingay?

Yeah.

Mingay.

Somewhere off the Mingay Road.

What are you going to say?
Are you getting any vibes?

I don't know.

Stop here. Please stop.

Eh?

Nice and quiet.

Yeah.

Do you know this place?

Have you been here before?

I... I don't know.

It's all right, you'll
get it. Don't worry.

But your Mr Carley said it was important.

Yeah, because of Haradine.

There's a place you know, isn't there?

Haradine.

Henry. I promised Henry.

Henry Hood. What did you promise him?

Henry.

I'm sorry. I don't remember.

No, no, it's all right. You
got the first name. Now think.

What goes with Henry?

Henry.

Choo-choo.

Who?

Someone.

I don't know who.

But you promised him something.

What did you promise him?

Vital supplies.

I promised Henry I would
get him some vital supplies.

Guns?

Ammunition?

No, I... I'm sorry.

Never mind, it'll come.

Hops in her hair.

That forensic man's really
laid one on us this time.

She's been out there a long
time, hasn't she? Hey, excuse me.

Could you see if our
friend's all right in here, please?

Thank you.

Well, she can't get
out. I checked her bag.

Yeah, I know.

She might have blacked
out again then, won't she?

She's a bit upset.

Have you been upsetting her?

Nah, she's just a bit tired.

Aren't you?

Sorry I can't be any stronger.

You like pubs, do you?

Sorry, beer killers.

Yes. Yes, I like them.

Yeah? Good.

You've played before.

Let's get back to boyfriends, shall we?

A good-looking girl like you has
got to have lots of boyfriends.

Yes, at home.

No, I'm not here.

Yes, in London, and once in the country.

There was, how you call it, some
little wooden men with a ball.

What, tenpen bowling?

Bowling alley?

No, that we have at home.

This was very simple,
a long room, very old.

Skittles?

Yes, Skittles. That was tomorrow.

Four-five.

Miss Popcrawl, you're off.

Pub crawl, I like it.

Just give us the details
and spare us the jokes, over.

Three within 17 miles of your last map
reference. Another two at 28 and 41 miles.

Skittle alleys are supposed to be
practically extinct. All right,

give us the details on
the first three, over.

No, no, not these things.

Very simple.

Just the bowling.

One down, two to go. They'd
stop for half a bitter, eh?

They might take the
trespasser. Yeah, I'd love to.

We've got to get it all
done by closing time.

Just went right beginning to hit it off.

Well?

I... It was very like.

Yeah, well, they're all a bit
much the same, aren't they?

This.

There was a board.

And ein Stück Kleider.

Yeah, well, let's go and see if
something in the pub might jog your memory here.

Great idea, mate.

I'm sorry.

It's all right. We'll find it.

I am trying. I want to help.

Yeah, I know.

Let's get back to Henry again, Henry
Tchou. You know his name. So what about him?

Is he short, fat, tall, thin, what?

I don't know.

You must know. You know his name.

We could drive around Kent
for the rest of our lives.

It's gonna take time,
innit? We haven't got time.

We've tried the soft touch. She's trying
her best. She's not trying enough, is she?

Maybe she's holding out on us. Have you
considered that? What about that, Fritz?

You stalling so that
Henry can get on his toes.

The leg's left.

Around the bend, there's
a house, a white house.

Turn left beyond that.

Ah, St Anne's. Same name as the church.

She comes from around here, we'll
just show her a few locals, eh?

Shit!

Please, hurry!

What kind of place you'd
expect to hear a dog barking?

Do you know this place?

Come on, wait in the car.

No, don't leave me.

You'll be okay. Wait in the car.

Come on, out.

No, no, please.

Is that him? Henry?

All right.

I'm cold.

Henry's choo-choo.

Her name's Gerda Helm.

She's German.

She's nursemaid to Henry Parker,

and he's the eight-year-old
son of John and Melissa Parker.

It all came flooding back, eh?

And how, three men with stocking masks.

They bust in here yesterday
afternoon. Yeah, dead man's a gardener.

Obviously heard what was going on
inside, rushed in, got cut down.

So they grabbed John Henry and his mother.

She was about to take a shower.

Yeah, didn't even give
her time to get a bathroom.

And what about the husband?
John Parker. He's in East Anglia.

Sorry, sir, it's all we got.

He's one of these
bird-watching freaks, you know, sir.

Camera, binoculars, goes away
the weekend to East Anglia,

which comprises of the counties of...
Lincolnshire, Suffolk, Norfolk and Essex.

Aye, I know that, Bodie.

We've got a description out on him,
but, well, frankly, it could be anywhere.

And where did they take her? Oh,
she was unconscious most of the time.

She remembers waking up in her house,
then she got out. Oh. Oh, it's a bit hazy,

that one, sir. She remembers jumping.

Out of a window, if you ask me.

No, I think she's had enough, sir.

She's remembered all she's gonna
remember anyway. Haradine, Monday, 12.30.

The guys kept repeating it over and
over again. It stuck in their head.

And where's the link
between that and John Parker?

There isn't one that we know about, sir.

He's a director of the
Trust and Mutual Bank.

He's got no obvious political
affiliation. He's got no connection with Haradine.

In fact, we've got no clue.

I know the streets are
fairly empty on a Sunday morning,

but a girl wearing nothing
but her underwear. Yeah, well,

they must have kept her pretty close.

Half a mile away. Well, a mile at the
most. Yeah, we'll check it out. No.

No, he can check it out.
You're coming with me, Bodhi.

The bigwig will take off
from the deck of a cruiser

and be landing here in
exactly 18 hours' time.

Eighteen hours and two minutes, sir.

He's brought a new watch.

It's a quartz.

It's accurate to a tenth of a second.

There's one hell of an area to
cover. Yeah, it's 20 square miles.

I should think the
perimeter's at least 35.

Probably on account...
Bodie, if anyone's going

to blind anyone with signs, it'll be me.

One hell of a big
area's good enough for us.

Is that...?

Yeah, one hell of a big
area. I just said that.

We can block off the woods
and the fields, but the town?

A lot of rooftops.

Yeah, two-story rooms.

Sniper's paradise.

Raise O'Hara.

Tell him I want a standby task force.

We'll maybe have to check out every
building within range, room by room.

Unless Doyle comes up
with something first.

Doyle, shoot.

Well, you're the expert.

That's right.

Straight on.

You must be new.

How long have you got? Three
years active. Allow me my fifth year.

That makes you the new boy, doesn't it?

Five years. You must
have kept yourself quiet.

Well, maybe that's
because I work undercover.

And I've never asked
for assistance, either.

You're supposed to be the King of South
London. How come I've never heard of you?

I heard of you, Doyle. Good things.

No-one ever told me you talked too much.

Bodie?

Sir?

Cold morning.

Ah, yes. Thank you, sir.

It's empty. Needs filling.

Well, there's nowhere open at this
time. Regard it as a test of initiative.

Success will be reflected
in your yearly assessment.

Thank you, sir.

The bacon rolls are OK, yeah?

I'll just have a coffee.

Two coffees, mate, one bacon roll.

OK.

Cheers.

How much I owe you? No, that's on me.

Or on Cowley. I get
especially generous expenses, Chip.

You work with Bodie's most times, right?

Yeah.

I've heard it can be a
right pain. Bodie's all right.

All right, just testing.

Loyalty's a very rare
commodity these days.

If we get into a situation, I'd
like to be sure of my backup.

I'll be there.

Yeah, you're OK, Doyle.

Your mouth flaps a bit too
much, but you're OK. Look,

do you want to stop my mouth flapping?

No.

We'd have to call it a draw.

Yeah, anyway, we're not likely to
get into a situation, are we? Huh?

All bloody night we've been at this,
the same square mile, half hundred times,

nothing. Yeah, it's what I
expected. There's nothing moving.

We started too late.

Only thing that does move
is going to draw attention,

and these boys we're looking
for... Don't attract attention.

Right.

You'd better go round again.
We're cutting it a bit fine.

The balloon goes up at 12.30.

I know.

Look, we're just human,
right? We do the best we can.

Yeah, it's out of a big
balloon, though, isn't it?

You ever known a small one?

Yeah. I had one once when I
was a kid on the end of a stick.

Here, sir.

Oh, thanks.

What time is it?

The poets would call it a blushy dawn.

My new watch says it's 30
after five and 20 seconds.

Beep, beep, beep.

Where the devil did you
manage to... Initiative, sir.

Allied to a certain
personal charm, of course.

And a very nice canteen bar with
a very susceptible young lady.

You're an incorrigible
boy. Thank you, sir.

I trust that won't appear
on my annual assessment?

Nothing from Doyle, I suppose?

Nothing from no one. Damn. O'Hara?

Standing by.

There's a task force up then.

Every available man. And it's
still one hell of an area to cover.

The Craig Street run-in.

Yeah?

I remember you now.

You were called something different then.

McCabe, wasn't it?

McCabe? Yeah.

I used a lot of different names.

Yeah, we lost two of our boys on that one.

Yeah, sloppy.

They were nice enough
lads, but very sloppy.

Hello? Yeah.

Bessie, our friendly neighborhood
junkie, went away for a first fix of the day.

Another time I'd follow
her and nail them both.

It'd be too late.

They don't stroll like
that on their way to a fix.

It'd be miles too late.
She's iron dry already.

And I mean high. Yeah? Around here.

Why not?

Next block? Yeah.

No, turn around. OK.

Go back down that street again.

You seeing something? I don't know.

Not sure.

Something's bothering me.

Yeah, that house.

See it?

Don't look.

First-floor window.

Do you want me to stop?
No, no, no. Keep moving.

Did you see it? Yeah.

Empty house, blocked off the
first floor window. A bit of old cob.

It's not going to keep anybody out, is it?

It's temporary.

Perhaps done over the weekend.

Didn't you say the girl might have
fallen or jumped through a window?

All five.

I want two sharpshooters
over there and there. Corrigan,

you and your men to ring that area.
Williams, you and your crew the other side.

Now, I want it sewn up tight,
but keep your men out of sight.

We don't want to make our guests
nervous. And what about the town?

Bodie's taking care of the town.

I feel conspicuous,
like some damn convention.

Down at Queen Street,
John. Yeah, that's what Callie

wants, though, isn't
it? A show of strength.

Never know, might put them off.

Yeah, and pigs might fly.

Come on, Murphy.
Exercise will do you good.

Try and leave somebody left
alone, eh? Yeah, the mother and child.

Oh, don't cry. It's all over
now. It's all good, lad. Come on.

It's clean.

No-one else in the house.

It's all down to you, Mrs Parker.

Cowley to 37, Cowley to 37.

Doyle's located Mrs. Parker and her
son, both alive. Fine, so we call it off?

No, Mrs. Parker can't tell us
any more than the girl did.

Hello.

I would like to thank you.

You're all OK, Agatha? Yeah.

Henry. Do you know what they've got to
stand there? It's a fantastic hospital.

They've got a playroom, it's
full of toys, rocking horses.

You fancy that kind of thing?

Yeah. Come along, Henry.

So how are you?

Much better.

I want to thank you, too.

Something a lot more tangible would help.

I'm sorry.

I've told you everything I know.

They came on Saturday afternoon, three
men, and you know where they took us.

I'm trying to establish a link between
this kidnapping, the men that did it,

and something a lot bigger.

I don't know.

Perhaps John.

Where is John?

He ought to be here.

He's somewhere in East Anglia
now. He could be the link, you know.

John?

Did he ever say anything about African
friends or business contacts in Africa?

No.

John is a banker.

Well, he may have had some
African clients, I suppose,

but if he did, he never mentioned them.

Any idea where he was going?

No, John just drives off.

As you said, he's probably lying
in a fence somewhere. I'm sorry,

I had no idea where he was heading.

But I... I do know where
he was starting out from.

Sam Goodmead.

Who's he?

Well, I suppose you'd call him a sort
of Chandler. He sells bait to fishermen,

fixes boats, that sort of thing, you know.

He's a bird watcher, too.

And John was going to see him.

Right away, sir.

There's the thing, Betty.

Call from London.

Not just the yard, but CI5.

Something big. Oh, dear. Got to
go to Sam Goodmead's right away.

Some big wheels from
Norwich will meet me there.

Sam can't have been up
to anything, can he?

Oh, Sam.

Urgent, they said.

You be careful.

They'd probably expect me to
jump into my high-powered motor,

go screaming round corners,
tyres screeching like on television.

Tell you what, Betty, perhaps now
they'll come around to give me a car at last.

Sam?

Hi.

Of course, I've got a pig hole up there.

You find anything?

Not here, but the bloke I
clobbered on the stairs,

I pushed a description
round the area. He's been

doing some buying. Food.
One that was expected.

But I don't figure the briefcases.
Briefcases? Two of them, and one umbrella.

It's a good place to conceal a weapon.

But nothing big.

Grenades, maybe?

What did you get? Confused.

Husband was snatched as well.

Eh?

Or killed. I don't know. We're still
looking. And the guy I went to see in Norfolk?

Crugged. What's Cowley make of it?
Come on, you know Cowley, would you ask?

Airbird one to Cowley.

Come in. That makes
three sweeps. What next?

Just stay up there and
keep your eyes peeled.

Three-seven.

Come in.

How's it looking?

It's crowded.

Got good visuals, though.

We're well-stacked. Any news? John
Parker was snatched. That doesn't make sense.

I know. Check all the buildings again.
Do you hear me? All units, check again.

You heard what the man said.

Gerda.

I really do not remember anything else.

Well, just think, you know,
anything, the smallest detail.

I was unconscious.

After that, in the house.

Henry and Mrs. Parker were tied up.

They had not bothered to tie me yet.

They were talking.

About Harradine.

Monday.

Two of the men held guns.

The book-holder sat in the
corner... Hang on, hang on.

What's a book-holder?

A book-holder.

A clerk.

A book-keeper.

You never mentioned that
before. What book-keeper?

The small man.

I don't know why I call him that.

He looked like one, I suppose.

What does a bookkeeper look like?

He wore a suit, a dark suit.

Well, so do solicitors, bank managers,
and even some policemen. Why a bookkeeper?

Because of the books, I suppose.

Yes, it was the books.

What books?

Accountancy books.

Two hats.

What?

They bought two hats.

Bowlers.

To go with the umbrella, I
suppose. There's something else, Doyle.

Something you're not going to like.

Oh, I found that stuff down
beyond the pipes of the house.

You know what it is? Yeah,
ammunition wrapping. Yeah,

but look at the size of the ammo.

Look, this is your case, right?

You better tell Cowley.

Cheers.

What?

What?

3-7. What's that?

What's the range of an anti-tank missile?

They're getting more
sophisticated all the time, sir.

Still some on the secret list.

An educated guess, Bodie.

At least a mile, but
it could be a lot more.

That was my guess, too.

Brodie, it looks as though
that's what they'll be using.

It makes more sense than using a rifle.

Anti-tank weapons are so
incredibly accurate these days.

Besides, you'd only have to get
near a man, you'd still take him out.

And everyone else nearby.

All units, we've just learned that
the suspects purchased two briefcases,

one umbrella, and two bowler hats.

Also that one of them
may be an accountant.

That's the sum total of our
knowledge about them. Where it leads,

your guess is as good
as mine. Over and out.

You think he's been drinking?
You're still an open call, Murphy.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

Unusual announcement, sir.

It's passed to you because it's
now 12.17 and anything might help.

Yes, sir.

Well, it is bloody unusual. Yeah, and
very unhelpful. I think we've done all we can.

Keep checking those buildings.

Big Brother is watching us.

Yeah, Big's right. And about Brother, I
don't think of better words than that.

Mr. Carley. Mr. Humber.

Everything all right? We've
swamped the area, task force dimensions,

but we still haven't located the suspects.

Mr. Humber, if we could cancel this
meeting, there's still a little time.

Out of the question.
Do you realize just how

long it's taken us to set this meeting up?

Absolutely out of the question.

We now have reason to believe
they've got an anti-tank missile.

Can we at least change
the venue? Anti-tank?

You've not been made privy to
the main purpose of this meeting.

No. Fundamentally, it's security.

To be provided by us for our
visitor in his own country,

in return for certain
favourable concessions.

Now, if we have to admit that
he might not be safe here, hmm?

Our visitor would view any
change of venue with derision.

Derision is better than disaster. Mr.
Cowley, you underestimate yourself.

I have every confidence in you.

Why else would I place all
security in your able hands?

To ensure that should anything go
wrong, it will be my head that rules.

But should anything go wrong
and that missile is fired,

a great many heads will roll, Mr. Humber.

Literally.

Yours included.

We'll put it to the Minister. But
I'm sure he'll endorse my view.

But in that building so many times, I
reckon the doorman thinks I fancy him.

I swear there's nobody in any of
these places that's bona fide.

Never heard of Murphy's Law, Murphy.

What can go wrong will.

It wouldn't be being personal.

Oh, no. Come on, we've got five minutes.

That's me. Excuse me, Lord.

Bodie, hold the head, briefcase, umbrella.

Bodie!

Stay outside, mate, okay?

Excuse me, where's Mr. Parker? Don't
go for the button, darling, I'm CI5.

John Parker, he's the
director of this bank. Where is he?

What's going on?

Where's John Parker?

May I ask... No, you may not.

Just tell me where he is. Why, he's
upstairs in the private suite. Is he alone? No,

he has the accountants with
him from the head office.

How many?

Really, I hardly... How many?

Three.

All right, tell Cal he's
upstairs, OK? I'm going in.

Open the door.

But Mr. Parker... Just open the door!

What floor's he on?

Top floor.

What? That's what he said, sir.

And he's gone in. Well, get after him.

Right.

Here, bud one. Come in. The Trust and
Neutral Bank. Tall, brown and white building.

Suspect's top floor. Get over there.

Lock off a shot with a chopper if
you have to. Well, thanks a bunch.

My man's already on his way in.

All units, trust and neutral
bank suspects top floor. Close in.

Ground control, this is VIP
helicopter, we are three miles to touchdown.

VIP to Haradine, we are one mile...

Ow!

Oh, my shoulder. You don't
understand. They'll kill me. We have to do it.

You're hurting my
shoulder. They're okay, Parkinus.

The radio, my inside pocket.

Press the top button.

37, control. 37, control.

Tony, are you okay? What's happening?

I've got one man dead, one missile,
one man on the floor, and Parker's okay.

I thought about good. I
think I'm going to pass out.

Good, man.

Huss is right behind you.

Do you hear me, Bode? You hold on.

You did a great job, great,
but just ten seconds to spare.

Ten seconds.

Broke my watch.

New watch.

Broken my new watch.

Moldy!

Murphy, sir.

All okay. It's a wrap.

How's Moldy?

I think he's broken
more than his watch, sir.

This is Stuart. He
wants to congratulate you.

Oh, cheers, mate. Yeah, you did fine.
Left-handed, too. Yeah, ambidextrous.

Weird. That's not what you think it means.

Heard about the watch, too. Yeah, too bad.

So, anyway, me and the
boys all clumped together,

even Callie chipped in
and bought you that.

Oh, thanks, boys. Right,
mate, you've earned it.

What is it? It's a bump.
Oh, yeah, it's okay, yeah.

Very funny.

Thanks.

Bought me a Superman watch.

Superman or not, you're going
to need a lot of help for now.